Beware of Unknown Muscle-Mommies [Hyper FMG, Giantess, Growth, Asian]

[Keliadom]

"You think she'd be my type?" The voice came from a table in the back of a local bar, at the edge of S. city. There, amidst people of far-eastern origin, a profoundly caucasian-looking young man questioned his host.

"Well, Mark, you said you like muscle-mommies, yes?" His host, Quiang, a man in his early thirties, had been showing Mark around S. City. The other night, the topic of a hookup had arisen, and Quiang told him he had just the person in mind. Tonight was to be the reveal. Patrons passed by their side as the westerner pondered.

"As I said: I don't mind if they're fi t, yeah." He responded.

"Well, don't you know it's a thing here? Maybe Japan has maid bars, but in this city, you can find anything, and that include muscle-mommies bars." The term mother, in this case, Mark learned, was used to denote hierarchy. In other words: dominant muscular women. Most women Mark had seen pass by where lithe, well poised. The very idea of one that was the complete opposite fl ared his submissive side, a deep longing to be taken care of by someone else. "I know this girl," Quiang continued, "who does side jobs on top of her barmaid employment."

"Side jobs? You mean...."

"I mean exactly what you're thinking." Quiang took a sip of his drink, before continuing: "On top of it all, I heard she has a hidden talent."

"A talent?" Mark raised an eyebrow, rubbing the palm of his hands on his knees out of anxiety.

"I don't know much details, other than she's extremely sought after once people have had one experience with her." Quiang leaned forward, whispering: "It's also why she's very, very expensive."

The westerner bit his lower lip. "How much?"

"Well here's the thing: it's not known. You have to decide in advance wether or not you want her services. No a single person that's seen her as refused to pay. That is how sought after she is. And no one has come back to reveal her worth, or any of the details of the encounter, for that matter."

"You want me to book her without having an idea of what she looks like?"

"I'm saying that after you've booked her, you would be the fi rst out of so, so many to not appreciate. Besides: she's super nice. If you have a problem with anything, you can cancel anytime -during- the moment, and she won't charge a dime. Only at the end if you're satisfied."

"Sort of a blind date...." Mark's right eyebrow rose out of interest. "How soon?"

"Tonight, if you want." Quiang pondered: "I envy you. I've yet to fi nd a woman of my type and preferences that would have that much of an underground celebrity aura. I like them tall and lean. Yùlán is short and blocky."

"Yùlán?"

"That's her name. Sorry I forgot to mention it. So, do you want to try? It'll be fun, and well worth the money."

"I'll trust you. OK so, tonight. And where?"

"No idea. I'll send her your phone number. She'll contact you if she's available and is interested."

"Deal!"

Both rose their glasses, still half full of liquor, and fi nished them in one go. For Mark, the bar felt warmer despite the last light of the sun disappearing out the windows.

* * * * *

The same day, at around eight and a half in the evening, Mark's phone vibrated. A message came in from an unknown number.

<Hello! This is Yùlán. Quiang told me you were looking for company tonight?>

Mark's heart skipped a beat, responding as fast as his fingers allowed.

<Hello! I'm Mark. Yes he did! How should we proceed?>

<Haha. Nice to meet you! OK. I usually have a spot I use. Do you mind coming over? It's simpler that way, and the place is well suited for the way I work. Can you make it for nine?>

<No problem to both questions! Do I need to bring anything?>

<Just your happy thoughts OK so, it's at XXXXX XXXXX, number XXX. Place looks a bit industrial and is not super well lit, but don't worry, you're in country C. Nothing ever happens in this neighborhood. It's a nice studio you'll see. See you in an hour!>

<See you!>

Mark's heart raged through his ribcage. He had never done anything like this. A random encounter with a woman probably way more his type than he's ever seen, in real life or through dating apps. In less then a few minutes, Mark was dressed up, freshened up and looking at the mirror of the corridor just by the door of his hotel room. "You got this!" He told himself aloud. And with that, he was off.

* * * * *

Yùlán hadn't lied: the area was dark with large blocky brick buildings taking most of the space left and right, when not divided by empty parking lots. Large windows divided in small squares adorned most, with some projecting light from still turned on neons aligned atop the indoor ceilings. Despite the strangely foreboding ambiance, Mark was excited. How would she look? Would she indeed be something to remember to a point he probably wouldn't mind spending thousands, or however much she cost? His mind wandered to the possible activities of the night. What would they do exactly? His third eye, the center of his imagination, produced an image of him laid atop a bed, pinned there by a woman more imposing than him. Would she be able to hold him? After all: he was a large man.

Feeling an upcoming erection, Mark chased the thoughts, wanting to keep appearances. Eventually, he came upon the address Yùlán had given him: like all the other places around, it was dimly lit, but for one of the large windows. The light coming from within was of a softer yellow and green plants could be seen inside. That must be it. He rang the doorbell.

Seconds passed.

"Hello?" The voice was soft spoken, delicate yet firm and with assurance.

"It's Mark, Quiang's friend," he responded shyly.

"Ah Mark! Come in!" Her enthusiasm was palpable.

The door buzzed while interlocking mechanisms unclamped the thick hinges. Once inside, never had Mark felt an elevator ride so long, until its doors opened up to a corridor with what seemed like only two studios facing each other. One of the two had their large door slightly ajar. For a moment, the westerner stood in front, his fi st centimeters from the door, ready to knock, yet stopped by his heart trying to escape from his mouth.

He knocked twice, hearing small footsteps approaching.

The moment the door opened, his eyes looking straight ahead, he saw nothing but the studio, realizing he had to look downward by quite a bit. She was so small! In a split second, his brain analyzed what he saw. To the question of if she was to be his type, his heart immediately answered by blocking his throat, before sinking back in his chest and accelerating its beat. Her form was small yes, but she was built like no woman he had ever seen. She wore a tank top, her bulging, striated arms bare to see, with veins passing over her skinny hands. Her shoulders, insanely defi ned, framed a neck like a trunk and traps like handles he could grab upon. All of that was adorned by very long, pitch black thick hair that went down to her waist. Her face was without make-up of any sort, accentuating a plain form that yet embellished by the beauty of symmetry, adorned with sharp and kind eyes. Her bare stomach displayed a stacked brick house that would fracture any punch too weak to withstand her core strength. The rest of her lower body, hidden by overtly ample clothes, still gave hints of something massive hidden from when Mark had seen her legs move, where the stretched pants had been unable to mask immense bulging thighs. Her feet, bare, where short, thick, and lumpy with musculature near her heels and its sides, with prominent veins passing on its top. Yùlán was small, yet massive. There was no way around her through that wide door.

"Oh! Big man! Come in, come in!" A smile illuminated her features. Mark followed her into the studio.

The place was wide and strangely bare. A large, king-sized futon was placed on the floor near a central window, on the side of which were the plants Mark had seen from the outside. The rest of the studio was empty except for a refrigerator humming close to a counter top with a sink and some white shelves. A door gave way into a square room erected in one of the corner of the studio, the blue tiles inside hinting to it being the bathroom and shower. Around some small tables here and there were some small scented candles and burning sticks of incense. Soft music played off a tiny speaker plugged in a socket by the sink's countertop.

"Come, come! Sit here." Yùlán motioned at the bed. Mark followed her instructions, silent and unsure what to say. He sat on the bed, facing her, slightly surprised as she harbored an annoying look. She immediately bent and pulled his shoes off. "Has no one taught you manners here yet? Give me those!" Her tone was playful. Her grip was strong, certain. She pulled both shoes without even untying them, walking to the door of the studio. "Has Quiang told you the rules?" She said as she walked back to him.

"Uhm. He told me you charge at the end. Also that I can cancel anytime?" Yùlán now stood in front, arms on the side of her hips.

"Anytime before you fi nish, or vocally obtain satisfaction. Like he said, I charge at the end." She looked down and up Mark's body, her head then cocked to the side. She placed a hand on his, her thumb caressing the top of it. "What about you Mark? What are you looking for?" Yùlán was getting closer, placing a knee between his, carefully starting to lean over.

"Uh," his voice broke slightly, fl ustered positively at what was happening, "I would like..." the words blocked in his throat. "I would like for you to dominate me." Mark's sex had already begun to tent his pants, creating an obvious bulge. "I want... I want you to have your way with me as I struggle under you."

Yùlán pushed Mark down, at the same time pulling his shirt off. She was like a little tank, climbing atop a small hill. She straddled over his laying body, both feet to his sides. Instinctively, he grabbed her ankles. "You're a big man" she said, "but I don't think you can push me off if you wanted. Try it." Mark tightened the grip on her ankles, trying to push one or both off to the side. Immediately, he felt immense pressure, as if he she had transformed into a jade statue. Veins bulged on her feet and her pectorals contracted as she fought to keep her balance. The moment Mark relaxed his grip, unable to enact change, Yùlán placed a foot on his chest. The weight he felt was immense. He put both hands upon it, circling the ankle, trying to push it off. Her toes fl exed, digging without hurt the top of his sternum. "Ha ha ha. Good attempt. But now you're mine. You'll do what I say. Pull my softies down." It took a second for Mark to understand she meant her soft pants. He did as she asked.

The elastic band struggled to pass over her glutes, stretched even more as gargantuan thighs spliced the material apart, before fi nally tumbling down over her feet. In one swift movement, she removed them, pulling off her tank top at the same time and revealed something Mark didn't quite catch at fi rst: Yùlán hadn't been wearing undergarments of any sort. She stood over him, naked and powerful, revealing a thick bush seemingly pushing back at the block of muscles that was the rest of her. The caucasian man was rock hard now, the tip of his penis peaking over his pants.
"Fuck me," said Mark out of shock.

"As if I'd leave you the choice" She responded with a subtle smile..

Yùlán kneeled over his head, pushing her pelvis down upon his face. She grabbed his head, pushing it towards her sex. "Lick me." Her orders were clear. His head now surrounded by her legs and sex, his mouth pushing into a pubic forest, he found without too much diffi culty her opening, considering how large her lips were. Every part of her skin felt defi ned, even inside her vagina. Her voice, once honeyed, became a bit more hoarse, deep, as his tongue sent her bits of pleasure. She wasn't yet wet, but Mark knew it wouldn't take much longer.

* * * * *

They continued foreplay for a while. Mark had leaned up on the bed and now rested against the pillow and the wall under the window. Yùlán had removed his pants since and had transitioned from rubbing against his mouth and nose to rubbing over his sex, brushing her pubes and clitoris against the underside ridge of his glans. Every time she would pass over, he clearly felt the bump of the clitoris. If it had started as large as his smaller fi nger, it was now defi nitely as big if not a bit more than his thumb. In fact, most of her muscles seemed to have a sort of a pump to them.

"I'm getting close." She whispered.

"Close?" Mark wasn't sure what she meant. An orgasm? Already?

"Yeah. Can't contain it." He saw her traps fl are, her shoulders tensed, giving Mark a clear display of their striations. "Remember..." Her long hair had become wet with sweat, her body heated up, "remember that no matter what happen, you'll be safe."

She plunged towards him, her tongue entering. Mark closed his eyes, concentrating on the mass that assaulted his mouth. Like the rest of her body, her tongue felt thick, powerful. It dug to the back of his mouth and bulged to fi ll it in entirety, almost to the point of chocking. The poor man ejaculated a bit of precum, struggling to contain his own pleasure.

"Yes. More. More!" She spoke despite her tongue being deep in him. Her voice felt almost an octave lower. Mark continued to french kiss her, passing his tongue with difficulty by hers. His eyes closed, he passed his hands all over her body, feeling he impossible amount of ridges. He grabbed her ass, almost able to individually count the striations of her glutes. Wetness covered his own sex as Yùlán ejaculated some of her own lubricant, covering the sides of his dick and up to his navel. The jet had been strong enough for him to feel a pinching pressure. "YES!" She screamed.

Mark could still feel her tongue taking an inordinate amount of place in his mouth. In fact, it felt as if it bulged even more outward, forcing his mouth to open even wider. Her palms, grasping his temples, seemed to cover his entire cheeks too. Her bottom lips was now all the way over his chin, while her top lip was almost covering his nose. The weight was becoming unbearable, his body sinking into the futon as his shoulders felt her pectorals push him down. The once small pressure of her clitoris against his glans was now more like a fist with her pubic hair and the lips of sex covering most of his waist. He couldn't feel her feet against his shins anymore, the side of her calves straddling his legs now rubbing against his own feet.

"MORE!" Her scream shook his throat. In an instant, the caucasian man's instinct realized something was happening. It was as if the music had shifted to a lower half note, slightly discordant. When Mark opened his eyes, he saw almost her top lip about to engulf his sight. Struggling to look down, he realize her hand could easily palm his head. Massive striated shoulders and pectoral blocked most of his vision, but he was still able to see the brief outline of her legs, with thighs as large as his torso and her own feet way off the end of the bed, all the while her own head reached the brick wall.

Mark screamed, but his voice was completely muffl ed by her massive tongue. He tried to push her off, only to have her spare hand push his arm down. A deluge of girl cum covered his balls, fi lling the space between his legs all the way down to his feet. Her sex was being pushed further and further away. Finally, he freed his restrained hand. At the same time, Yùlán broke of her kiss, pulling her torso up for a second. In that split moment, Mark witness an absolute beast. Yùlán's body and muscles continuously expanded. Cracking sounds, not unlike when someone relaxes their fi ngers, fi lled the studio and covered the soft music. Before the man could react, the muscle creature above him pulled him down to the middle of the bed, before crashing her pectorals over him.

This time, the grind felt more existential. His vision was fi lled with her moving body mass, at one time pectorals, then their bottom, and sometimes bits of her abdominals, before the pectorals would come back. He glimpses her erect nipples, massive and rapidly gaining size like the rest of her.

"Yes. YES. YES! BIGGER!" Her voice bellowed, deep and strong. At this point it felt like her torso was larger than the bed. Mark heard a table scrape against the fl oor. Maybe from her feet? She continued to smother him, her body moving without halt. His hand found his own sex, still rigid. The fact that he was surrounded by her, feeling her endless growth, the bed covered in her sweat and the juice of her sex, his body struggling to breathe as all he could see now was her skin and mounds of almost indistinguishable muscles intertwining with newly grown ones.

Mark came. He screamed her name. At the same time, the ground trembled and the foundational brick walls cracked. Yùlán placed a knee by the side of the bed and then to the other side as well, placing her vagina above him. Her back was pressed hard against the high ceiling, her head squeezed against the top corned, with her long hair covering every other part of the fl oor like a lake the bed floated upon.

"OH FUCK!" She stimulated her clitoris, reaching a new climax that saw her studio fi lling body ejaculate a torrent over Mark and the bed, pushing the futon against her bent leg. Mark grabbed one of her giant calves, feeling it grow in rhythm with the spasms of ejaculate leaving her sex. "IT'S ONE OF THESE ORGASMS!" Her body pressed against all walls. Mark heard her foot break through the corridor. His hands, still holding onto the back of one of her calf, made him be pulled upward, so big her leg muscles had become. Yùlán continuously screamed in orgasmic joy. Fresh air rushed in as the building collapsed, caressing both their bodies. The energy radiating from her growth quickly superheated the dust and debris that Mark could hear fall about outside his current field of view.

Eventually, she stood upward, and Mark fell, tumbling upon the top of her foot, now way larger than the king-sized futon had been. Completely lost, it took him a moment to realize her foot was covering most of the empty parking lot he had seen before. He looked up, barely able to see past her bulging thighs, themselves several stories high. Yùlán still spasmed larger, yet less and less. Mark still held strong on the protruding muscles of Yùlán's foot. He found himself hard anew, ready for a new round. Still aghast, in shock, he barely reacted as her thumb and index, as large as enormous pillars, picked him up and placed him in one of her palms, rising him up to her face painted with bliss and relief. Bit by bit, the spasms slowed down, until only Yùlán's peculiar beauty was left staring at Mark.

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I HAD BEEN KEEPING THIS IN." Yùlán looked down at the ruins that had been her studio. "THERE GOES ANOTHER ONE. IT WAS TO BE EXPECTED." She looked at Mark, before giving him a kiss with her giant lips, his body fully covered with just her lower one. "THANK YOU MARK."

"What now?" Finally able to speak, the man sat on his feet, knees bent in front of him.

"NOW?" She smiled devilishly. "NOW WE DISCUSS PAYMENT."

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[Keliadom]

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