MUSCLE CONTROL GIRL by Morphinman Amy awoke in her bed after a sound night's sleep. Still laying on her back, she stretched her arms over her head. Two large mounds rose up under the sheets blocking her view of her feet. She loved having the biggest, roundest, hardest boobs on the planet. Even though still a teenager, her bust was bigger than any of the topless dancers she had seen on the Internet. She tensed her pecs and her boobs swayed from side to side. On a normal woman breasts her size would have fallen into her armpits. But Amy had more than enough muscle to push her basketball-sized breasts straight up, even when laying on her back. The motion of her tit-flesh against the sheeets excited her nipples. They grew from half inch to 1.5 inches long, tenting the white sheet over her boobs. The sheet was now 18 inches off the bed and was revealing a deep dark cleavage that started near her collarbone and disapperaed under the sheet. She rubbed her nipples, moaning as her nipples grew another half inch. She slipped her right hand into the 2 inch wide gap between her tits. Suddenly she tensed her pecs, slamming her boobs together forcefully. The pressure felt good against her hand. She found she had to struggle to pull her hand free. She sat up in bed and reached for the baby oil. She rubbed it all over her mounds, noting with glee how small her hand looked against the enormous breast. Her pink areola was nearly as wide as her palm. She was always amazed at how big and heavy her boobs were. She thought of the last time she measured them . They were 34H, and she was still in high school. Who knows how big she was now ! She had stopped wearing bras two years ago. Who needs a bra when your pecs hold your 20 lb breasts straight off your ribcage? Ever since she was 12 she had had big breasts. She was bigger than even the teachers in any of her schools. She remembered the first time she showered for gym. She was a 32DD cup at the time. All eyes in the locker room were on her as she undressed. A hush fell over the room as she removed her bra. None of the other girls would shower with her. She made even the well endowed girls feel like little boys. It was about this time she discovered her breasts were unique. They stood high on her chest and did not sag. They didn't even bounce when she ran, although she would intentionally bounce them for the boys amusement. She found her breasts as well as her pecS would harden when she tensed them. The doctor told her that she had a disorder that caused the microscopic muscles over her breasts to be overdeveloped. She loved the fact that she could move and change the shape of her tits at will. She loved seeing the look on the boys' faces when her boobs moved under her blouse on their own. When the teacher wasn't looking she would start pumping her boobs under her white school blouse, irritating the girls and driving the guys wild. Massaging her boobs reminded her of her last date. Tom, the college quarterback, had noticed her jogging and asked her out. She knew what he wanted and she was ready to deliver. Sitting in his car at the drive-in he kissed her and was oglig her boobs in the thin T-shirt. She tenssed her boobs for him, making them undulate under her shirt. Her nipples swelled in antiCIpation, tenting her t-shirt. Tom stroke her nipples and they grew to 2 inches. The shirt took all the abuse it could, then yielded. Her nipples pierced the shirt like ice-picks. She giggled " Mmm, I guess they wAnted out". Tending her boobs she bouced them up and down, tearing her T-shirt open starting at the nipples and ripping it to waist. She pulled apart the shreds of shirt. Seeing his eyes widen, she coyly asked " Do you like?" He nodded mutely. Tom put his big meaty hand on her left boob. His hand did not begin to cover the huge ball of muscle. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his touch. She felt his light stroking and moaned "Harder, harder". Meanwhile Tom was roughly trying to massage her breasts, pushing hard, but not moving or even denting her flesh. "I'm trying, I'm trying", he said, frustrated. It was like trying to massage bowling balls. Trying a different tack, he thrust his thick hand into her dense cleavage. Startled, Amy unconsciously tensed her pecs, slamming her breasts together, trapping his hand. Without knowing it she applied tremendous pressure to Tom's hand. Tom felt like his hand had been run over by a car. He let out an unmanly scream as his whole arm heated up in agony. The scream panicked Amy, making her clamp down even tighter. Tom used his other hand to try to pull his hand free, but to no avail. Finally Amy relaxed her chest, letting Tom free his swollen hand. He rubbed his hand to get the sensation back. He noticed his class ring was now oval shaped due to the vice-like pressure Amy applied. The sapphire stone was missing. He looked at her cleavage . A blue powder that has been the stone stained her clevage. "I'm so sorry, Tom" Amy whined. . Angry, he drove her home in silence. "His loss" she thought. She stood up and admired her reflection in the mirror. She lokked like basketballs had been stuffed under her skin. She looked over at her special steel bra and decided she would wear it to her job interview later. She cerftainly did not need a bra for support, but rather to keep her nipples under control. The "bra" was a rigid custom made harness with claspless back and shoulder straps, with half-inch thick steel cups where her nipples would be. The garment would protect her blouses when her nipples would get excited and swell. The steel plates had dimples on the inside where her erect nipples had fought against the steel. Someday, she thought, they would penetrate all the way through. She went down to her gym. She had had a cable weight machine modified for her workouts. The cables ended in thick leather loops an inch wide and a foot in diameter. She set the weights on each side to 50 lbs. She put a breast in each of the loops. The cool leather made her boobs swell slightly taking up the slack in the loops. These babies were in tight. As she stood midway between the pulleys the cables pulled her breasts apart showing 6 inches of cleavage. The machine applied a force that would make any other woman scream in pain. To Amy , it was just a little tension, easily overcome by her relaxed chest muscles. Looking in the mirror she saw her boobs from the back sticking out 6" on each side of her ribcage. She tenses her right pec and her right tit centered again on her chest, pulling up the weight with it. She holds it there 5 seconds to get the maximum benefit then relaxed. She repeated the process with her left boob. After 30 reps on each boob, she looks down at her cleavage and saw thick striated muscles between her breasts. Each breast had hardened into shiny sweat covered ball. Next she set the weights to 200 lbs. She tensed both boobs at once and the huge weights slowly rose off the floor as her quivering breasts casme together. She relaxed her chest and the weights clanged to the floor. She repeated the motion again and again. ..,19.,20 and she heard the leather start to creak. Her breasts were pumped and swollen at least a cup size. The leather loops were tight around her massive tits and were threatening to break open. "Oh no you don't", she thought.. She tensed her breast muscles and her spheres morphed into cones standing a foot off her chest. The new shape and her sweat let her slide the leather straps, with some diffficulty, off her breasts. She relaxed her boobs and they returned to their globular shape, still quivering from the exertion. Released from the weights, she tensed her chest slamming her boobs together with a loud THWACK ! Her cleavage was reduced to a 1/4 crack running 10 inches straight out from her chest. She put her hands in her cleavage but could not pry her throbbing tits apart. Relaxing them, she grabbed a 2 liter bttle of pop and drank the last of it. Placing the empty bottle between her boobs she tensed them together easily crushing the bottle. Next Amy decided to do some upper pec work. She took a 45 lb plate and set it on top of her boobs. She practiced tensing her chest making the huge weight rise and fall until her upper pecs were swollen and pumped, incredible striations rippling with each rep. Removing the plate Amy took a chain and wrapped it through two 45 lb plates. Rubbing her nipples until they were hard and 2 inches long, she slipped one of the chain links over her nipple. She leaned back taking up the slack in the chain. Tensing her boob she lifted the weight off the floor. Her nipple hardened from the effort and grew longer and thicker. She did 30 reps with the massive weight, her breasts becoming covered in sweat. Tensing her breast muscles she rotated her nipple, lifting the weight using just nipple power. Her nipple was in now an inch thick, 3 inches long and hard as diamonds. Its expansion had filled the space in the link. Amy heard a creaking sound from the chain. Knowing what was happening turned her on even more. "My nipples are stronger than the whole bodies of ten men" she gloated. Tenssing her nipple she expanded it more until she heard a CLINK and the huge weight crashed to the floor. She repeat this with her other breast demolishing another link in the chain. Seeing her two giant erect nipples gave Amy an idea. She stretched a chain between them, wedging the links over her engorged nipples. Tensing her pecs she forced her boobs apart. The chain grew taught sretched between her boobs. She threw back her head, stretches her arms out wide and grunted with exertion. The chain squealed in protest them snapped in two at her cleavage. She tensed her right nipple expanding it and popping off the chain, then repeated with the other nipple. "Now I'll try some punching" she thought. She walked up to the 100 lb heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. Contracting her breast muscles she compacted her melons against her chest until they looked like vertical pumpkins. She stoof six inches from the bag and explosively tensed her right boob outward to its conical shape. The breast impacted with a solid BOOM into the bag. Her rock hard boob did not give at all, transferring all its energy to the bag, which swung 3 feet then back. Timing It perfectly she compresed and expanded her right tit again, delivering another punch. Again the bag swung out and back. She repeated the action with her left boob,delivering even more power on each punch. She wrapped her right arm around the bag and pulled it close to her chest. She alternately tensed each boob, driving alternating punches deep into the bag. BOOM, BOOM , BOOM, filled the room. She speeded up the piston-like punches until her boobs were just a blur. Rips began to form in the bag at each impact point, and sand began to dribble out. Crap!" she said and abruptly stopped. She released the bag and it swung limply back to vertical. She looked down at her breasts. They were lightly covered in sand, which clung to her sweat covered mounds. Her boobs were trembling slightly from the workout, each one expanding and contracting on its own. Most amazing were the nipples. The rough contact with the bag had excited them as never before. Ther were swollen to near 3 inches long and an inch in diameter. She rubbed them against the palm of her hands and realized they were hard as nails. She could not move them or push them back into her breasts no matter how hard she pressed. "I wonder" she said, waling over to where she kept the barbell plates. She stacked two 45 lb plates onto each nipple where her erect nipples held them. She found her nipples were thicker than the barbell bar so she had to pull hard to squeeze them over her nipples. She had to grab to door jamb behind her to keep the 180 lb weight from pulling her over. "Good thing I have a strong back" she thought as she arched her back. She looked in the mirror and laughed. It was funny to see her torso hidden by the huges plates on her chest. She concentrated on expanding her nipples even more and was rewarded with a creaking sound. Her swelling nipples were tight againt the inside of the plates and were starting to deform the iron pates. "Cool", she thought. They are harder than steel. She bent over and was thrilled to see her nipples keeping the weights in place against gravity. She alternately tensed each boob, bringing the weight closer to her chest. "Neat, I can curl 90 lbs with each boob" she thought. After 50 reps she grew bored and relaxed her nipples. The weights fell to the floor with a heavy clang. "Now I need to do some pushups" Amy thought. Her boobs were too big for her to easily do normal pushups so she did them using her boobs, not her hands. She lay on her chest with her feet on a chair for added resistance. Amu knocked off a hundred reps using her rock hard mams to power her body up and down. "Too easy!" she thought and she looked around for a bigger challenge. Then she remembered she had her Volvo station wagon parked in her attached garage. It weighed about 4000 lbs. "That oughta be enough" she thought. Amy walked topless into her garage, and laid face down on the floor. Due to her big swollen breasts her back was over 16 inches off the floor. She compressed her breasts and slid under the front bumper. Relaxing her boobs her back came up and lifted the bumper taking the slack out of the shocks. She slowly tensed her pecs and boobs. The wagon chassis groaned and came off the floor. Amy could see light under the front tires, so she knew she was lifting it. She lowered herself by relaxing her boobs and again the chassis creaked. Again and again she pumped the huge weight up and down. She felt so powerful. "I'm a goddess" she thought to herself. Her nipples hardened as she considered her own power. Looking toward her chest she saw cracks beginng to form in the concrete, radiating out from her breasts. "Oh oh" she thought and she stopped. She realized her nipples had punched into the concrete and were in the process of shatterinmg her foundation. As she slid out from under the car her erect nipples dug two inch thick grooves in the cement. She stood up and dusted concrete dust from her breasts. "These babies are awesome" she said as she alternately bounced each boob in the world's most amazing display of muscle control.