Delivery Boy

by Seldom (seldomlasts@yahoo.com)

This is a story in two distinct parts: the first part is the whole story, the second part is an alternate ending I originally wrote when I let myself get carried away with violence and gore. It is of course entirely up to you which you choose to read and enjoy, or both.

The usual disclaimer applies, that this is purely my own sick fantasy. Though I kept Heather Policky's physical size and muscularity during the off-season in mind while writing this, it is obviously a caricature and not meant to reflect the real, beautiful bodybuilder. So enjoy, take it in the spirit of fun, dark fantasy, and only read the alternate ending if you're really in the mood for senseless ultra-violence. Also, measurements are obviously exaggerated to cartoonish levels.

Heather felt up her huge chest and looked approvingly in the hall mirror. She spent the last two years bulking up, and now, at 5'7" and 240 lbs of solid muscle, she was the biggest she'd ever been. She'd needed to swap out all her old clothes and build up a whole new wardrobe to contain her phenomenal physique. Fourteen years of muscle building every day had formed one of the most powerful bodies in the world. In raw strength she was beyond human, and in sheer size she was breathtaking.

The sleeveless dress showed off biceps that flexed to an unbelievable twenty-two inches of raw power, tapering to fourteen inch forearms powering long, thick fingers that could crush a block of concrete without straining. The sleek silvery material struggled and just barely managed to contain a chest she'd built up from 38DD to a gravity-defying 52DD chest that needed no bra. Rippling abs that could repel a bullet flexed dangerously under a thin layer of soft fat measuring a sleek thirty inches around, above broad forty-two inch hips. The thin dress stretched as tightly around her gigantic, muscled ass as it did around her tits, ending a scant inches below the tantalizing mound of her pantyless crotch and revealing oaken thighs the size of beer kegs. Her legs had always been the quickest to bulk, and she'd given them free reign to build muscle with weights that had literally crippled the male bodybuilders in her gym who had tried to follow her. They measured an astonishing thirty-eight inches around, massive, steely power pulsating under soft skin and the thin layer of fat that lent a feminine beauty and softness to her beastly physique. Her twenty-four inch calves supported all this heavy muscle, tapering down to thick ankles and huge feet in an elegant pair of black three-inch heels.

Contemplating her own massive size and physical perfection created an insistent warm sensation in her bare hairless mound. With a smile on her gorgeous face and thick, pouty lips she slipped her middle and ring fingers into her already slickly wet pussy. Her vaginal muscles were every bit as developed as the rest of her Herculean body and gripped her fingers with a strength that had broken vibrators and dildos. As she watched in the mirror, she finger-fucked herself in a frenzy of speed, sexual energy, and frightening power. She brought herself to a gasping, shaking, intense full-body orgasm that coated her hand and the inside of her thighs with thick, white girly goo. Several big glops dripped off her hand and landed on the carpet as she shuddered her way back to reality. She gradually became aware of hesitant knocking coming from the apartment door and smiled, licking her luscious lips.

"Yeeees?" she purred as she slowly opened the door.

The pizza boy blinked and his jaw slowly dropped as he realized the reality of what he saw, a giant of a woman towering over his slight, short frame and looming in the doorway in a devastatingly sexy pose. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled under long auburn hair as she gazed down at him with a predatory, lustful grin. His immediate reaction to being confronted by such a behemoth, to whom he was no more than an insect, was sheer, hysterical, nearly paralyzing terror. "Umm, uh, uh, did you, um, order a pizza?" he asked stupidly, quivering.

Heather giggled softly, which did nothing to reduce the intimidation of her immense size and raw sexuality. The boy was barely out of high school, if that, a meager five feet and change of skin and bones. Large ears stuck out of an unruly mop of bright red hair, completing the image of a tiny, geeky boy utterly overshadowed by the giantess in front of him.

"Why yes, I did," Heather said throatily, her hot, sweet breath washing over the face of the pizza boy as she leaned into him. He backed away a few steps and gulped. An arm thicker than his waist wrapped around his slight shoulders and drew him irresistibly to the beautiful musclewoman. "Come in, let me get you your money," she breathed in his ear. Her tongue flicked out and tasted the sweat of his fear and she gasped slightly.

She kicked the door shut behind him and trapped him against the wall. She took the pizza box and tossed it onto the couch. She held up her right hand, still covered with her sweet cream, and smeared some over his lips. "Lick my fingers," she whispered, flexing her enormous left arm threateningly.

"Wh-what is it?" he squeaked fearfully, painfully aware that she could fold him in half without trying very hard.

"My cum," she purred, licking some off his lips. "Lick my fingers now," she commanded. She gripped his shoulder with fingers that could crush his fragile bones to powder.

The boy did as he was told, licking her long, thick, powerful fingers clean. At first he was slow and hesitant, but as the beautiful woman continued smiling at him and cradling him in her huge arm he grew eager, even boldly sucking her fingers into his mouth so he could get every drop of the sweet white goo. "Good boy," she said, patting his cheek with her saliva-coated hand. She favored him with a kiss from her wet, desirable lips. "What's your name?" she asked while sliding her long tongue over his trembling lips.

"P-Pete," he stammered.

Her long, erect, sensitive nipples brushed against his chest and she gasped. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and slid him up the wall until he was even with her lips. So powerful was she, and so slight was he, she didn't notice she'd done it, holding his puny body up against the wall by the weight of her huge breasts pressing into him. When she backed up he fell four inches. She giggled.

"I'm Heather. Wait right here, Petey," she breathed. She turned around and reached for her purse. She pulled out a few dollars and dropped them to the floor. "Oops," she said. She leaned over to pick them up, shoving her wide muscled ass into his crotch. Her dress slid up over her monstrously huge glutes, revealing her pretty pink pussy still wet with orgasmic juices. Heather shoved her ass back, trapping Pete against the wall with an ass almost twice as broad as his skinny hips. She felt his erection against her butt and smiled, rubbing her round ass and slick pussy over his crotch, soaking his pants with her strong sweet-smelling scent. "Fuck me," she commanded sternly.

Pete didn't have to be told twice. Nothing like this had ever happened to him in his short, geeky life, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. "Yes ma'am," he said politely in a shaky, frightened, yet excited voice. He nervously unzipped his wet pants and pulled them down. His boner sprang free and he guided it uncertainly to her hole. Heather wriggled her ass enticingly and shoved back, impaling herself on his rod. He gasped in sudden pleasure as her burning hot cave clamped tightly down on him and pulled him in. Heather's pussy muscles squeezed his cock painfully tight and drew it far in, pulling so hard he groaned in pain.

Heather put her hands on the floor and humped her ass back, slamming Pete into the wall and enveloping his hips in her powerful ass. "Fuck me hard!" she growled. Frightened and pained, Pete put his hands on her wide hips and pushed as hard as he could. Heather's velvety vice crushed his prick mercilessly. Heather smiled at the poor boy's screams and mashed him into the wall. She straightened her legs, flexed her gigantic calves and lifted the boy into the air so he was riding her supported only by her insanely thick butt crushing him into the wall. She had total control over her powerful pussy and flexed harder, slowly increasing the pressure until Pete could only whimper in pain. He stretched his arms over her enormous back and gripped deltoids the size of bowling balls, sobbing into the huge rippling fields of her back muscles.

Heather's overdeveloped pussy could bend steel, crush dildos and vibrators to powder, and contract her vaginal tunnel to mere millimeters in diameter, heedless of any soft male organ trapped inside. Only her perfect muscular control prevented her from unintentionally crushing fingers and cocks during her sexual play.

Without easing up on the sadistic grip of her crushing pussy, Heather began pistoning her hips, slamming his puny airborne body into the wall repeatedly. She gasped at the intense friction of his bruised cock rubbing against her pussy walls and constricted until Pete screamed again, nearly pulverizing his cock while still slamming his bruised butt into the wall with increasingly forceful thrusts. "Yes yes yes yes," she panted as she built to orgasm, moaning and clenching her fists, ripping up her carpet with her long nails and lethal fingers.

Her orgasm came with vast shudders in her Herculean body that bounced poor Pete like a fishing boat in a hurricane, great rippling spasms and quick vaginal flutterings that threatened to rip his cock out by its roots. Just when Pete thought he would sacrifice his dick to her pleasure, when her violent spasms became so intense he was afraid she would simply smush his pelvis into a bloodstain between the wall and her giant, stony ass, she slid forward and released his cock from the painful grip of her velvety vagina and he crumpled to the ground, sobbing and shaking with pain and fear.

Heather slowly opened her eyes and stood up, stretching aching muscles in her post-orgasmic glow. She turned around, reached down and grabbed Pete's shirt, bunching the material in her left hand and slowly lifting him until he dangled inches above the floor, but still beneath her penetrating gaze. She brought her right arm up in a flex that bubbled her bicep to its full twenty-two inches of unstoppable power. It was a move designed to intimidate, and it worked. Pete shook like a helpless leaf in a tornado in her unbreakable grasp. Her gorgeous pouty lips quirked up at the sides in a smile that was anything but reassuring. He felt like a toy in her grasp, a plaything she could easily break at her whim. Her amusement at his pain convinced him she intended to do horrible things to him for her sadistic pleasure.

"Please let me go," he pleaded in barely a whisper. "I have to get back to my job or I'll get fired."

Heather simply lifted him until he was far over her head, her left arm extended but not straining at his paltry weight. "Silly boy," she purred, "your only job is to please me." She flicked his limp, bruised cock. "Besides, what makes you think you have a choice?" She giggled.

"If I don't get back to work, they'll wonder what happened to me," he said in near hysteria. His shaking grew worse and he started to kick uncontrollably. Heather simply blocked his kicks with her arm and trapped his legs against the wall.

She slid him down until he was eye level with her but still not touching the floor. Her clear blue eyes searched his with sympathy. "You poor boy," she cooed, running her fingers along his cheek. "I'm not going to damage you. Well, not too much at least. I like you." To lend credence to her words she leaned forward and tenderly kissed his quivering lips. "Don't be so frightened, baby," she whispered.

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked softly. "Be honest. If you say no, I'll let you run back to your minimum-wage job and you'll never have to see me again."

"You're beautiful," Pete whispered back without hesitation.

Heather smiled in genuine delight. It was a different smile than the predatory grin she wore earlier, or the contemptuous quirk of her lips. It was a smile that showed warmth to Pete for the first time that evening. "Then think of me, this body, these muscles," she flexed her hulking body in a way that showed strength without intimidation, "as our playground. I've worked hard to build this body. It can give pleasure in addition to pain."

To demonstrate, she lifted him a little higher to cradle his tiny body in her huge arms. She kissed his skinny thigh, then his stomach, and finally his pecker. "How does it feel?" she asked.

"Much better," he said, looking down his body at her gorgeous face nuzzling his crotch. "Why did you hurt me?" he asked in a tiny voice.

"Mostly because I love hurting people," she said casually. "That's why I built this body, so I can crush you pathetic normal humans with my huge muscles. Also because I need a lot of friction to get off. You're lucky I didn't just rip your dick off. Sometimes that happens when I'm not careful."

He started shaking again. "Hey, don't go all squeamish on me," she said warningly. "I'm going to need you hard for a long time. Besides, don't worry, that hardly ever happens anymore."

Heather turned her attention to his limp pecker and wrapped her thick gorgeous lips around it, engulfing his cock and balls in her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around his dick, and despite his fear he became aroused. His dick pushed up into her mouth and she slid her lips along the shaft, insistently sucking in a gentle rhythm. She rapidly built the suction up to an almost painful level, using her lips and tongue to expertly bring him to the brink of orgasm. When he felt he could take no more, that he would explode in her beautiful mouth, she clamped her lips on his hard flesh and sucked until he screamed in mind-numbing pain. She kept sucking, keeping him in terrible agony yet as hard as he'd ever been, slowly dragging her crushing, pain-inflicting lips up his sensitive shaft and over the mushroom head, causing an explosion of pain so powerful Pete's screams of agony transformed into choking sobs of anguish, the pain so intense he could no longer breathe to scream. Finally her lips pulled free of his cock and he heard her chuckle over his whimpers of pain. "You're lucky I like you," she purred throatily, "or I'd start crushing you now, little boy." She licked her lips. "I've made men bigger than you suck their own cocks before killing them," she growled threateningly. He could only whimper pathetically in response. (skip to alternate ending)

Carrying the tiny man across her apartment and tossing him onto her reinforced bed was child's play for the freakishly muscled bodybuilder. He landed in a crying heap. "Please stop hurting me," he choked out.

Heather laughed as she stripped off the silver dress. "I haven't begun hurting you yet," she growled. She slowly crawled onto the bed and onto him, taking her time to let the full intimidating power of her massive nude physique sink into his pain-addled brain. The contrast between them was beyond laughable, it was scary. Her man-crushing muscles strained to devour their helpless prey. She leaned onto him and smothered his crying face in her huge breasts. Her thick arms tore his shirt like it was paper, leaving him naked beneath her.

She scooted her ass back until she felt his still-hard erection against her muscular cheeks, lifted her hips, and thrust herself down on him. Despite her earlier sexual assault, he was unprepared for this new wave of pain as she ground his member in the iron grip of her slick pussy. She extended her long tongue and licked his salty tears before finally thrusting it into his mouth, gagging his sobs. Her lips locked on his as she pistoned her hips, not holding back this time, slamming him into the bed as her pulping pussy crushed his cock.

She reared back as she approached another orgasm, grunting and breathing hard and moaning, listening to his pathetic cries of pain, heedless of his puny fists pounding on her invincible breasts. She thrust harder and faster, nearly pulverizing his hips in her gigantic thighs, her calves wrapped around his legs flexing and bending his skinny thighs almost to the breaking point. She grabbed his tiny fists in her huge hands and slammed them onto the bed, yanking his arms out of their sockets with a sickening pop. Her sweaty breasts slammed into his face, smothering his nose, mouth, and eyes beneath their heavy bulk, robbing him of breath and sight. Then her orgasm hit with full force, her monstrous muscles flexing to obscene proportions. Heather screamed as she bloated her unstoppable muscles, barely releasing Pete's fragile body in time to prevent him from becoming a bloody pulp.

"Oh fuck yes," she breathed as she shuddered her way back to reality. She peeled her sweaty breasts off his face and let his unconscious body start breathing again. Her fingers found the dislocations in his shoulders and quickly pushed his arms back into place. She shrugged. It would hurt like hell when he woke up, but at least he was still alive and there probably wouldn't be any permanent damage. That was the best she could do for him.

The enormous bodybuilder picked Pete's body up with one hand and flung him over one broad shoulder. She carried him around the room as she went to her drawers, his slight weight inconsequential to the massively muscled woman. She found her toy and gazed at it fondly. It was a strap-on, but unlike any other strap-on. The simulated cock was twelve inches of hard rubber shaped like a real dick and colored to Heather's exotic skin. It had an attachment specially fit for Heather, with a rubber stimulator for her clit and a fourteen inch titanium rod to be inserted in her pussy. The harder she penetrated her victim, the more stimulation her clit and pussy would receive. The titanium rod was dented and deformed from Heather's previous playtimes.

She pulled the strap-on into place and secured it, the specially-fitted, flesh-colored straps blending into her waist and thighs and making it appear the simulated cock and balls were really an extension of her own grotesquely exaggerated anatomy. The designer had complimented her on its fit and realism before she took it for a test run on him. She had been over-enthusiastic and ended up skewering his intestines, leaving him to die of internal bleeding when she lost interest in butt-fucking him several hours later.

Heather grabbed a tube of KY and poured generous amounts of lubricating jelly on the rubber shaft. She spread it into an even coating. That finished, she plucked Pete's unconscious body off her shoulder and tossed him onto the bed. She quickly joined him and positioned the tip of her cock at his anus. She lifted his legs so they splayed on either side of her head. She leaned down and kissed Pete's mouth. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she playfully teased. She gave him a few light slaps to bring him around.

"Owww," he groaned, his whole body filled with intense aching pain. He looked up at his beautiful tormentress and saw the dangerous, insane, playful glint in her sparkling blue eyes. Then he felt the cold lubricated rod inserted in his ass cheeks. His eyes widened. "Please noo--" was as far as he got before Heather shoved her hips forward and skewered Pete half-way up the dildo.

"Oh God, no, no, please," Pete sobbed as she violated his virgin asshole. Her powerful fingers gripped his fragile, painful shoulders and she thrust farther into him, shoving eight inches of hard rubber into his ass.

"Shh, baby, this is just the beginning," Heather said affectionately. She bucked her hips back, then plunged forward another inch. Pete squirmed as much as he was able, but his struggles were futile against Heather's bulk and raw, brute strength. All his wriggling served to accomplish was to vibrate the toy and stimulate Heather's clit and pussy.

"The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt. Just relax, Petey, and trust me," Heather said gently. She felt his ass clench tigher and sighed. "Okay, be that way," she said, and plunged the dildo in his ass to the hilt. He let out a piercing, blood-curdling scream. Heather giggled. "I warned you," she said.

She began pistoning her hips faster and faster, pulling half-way out and then slamming back in, crunching Pete's hips and thighs under the enormous weight of her hulking muscles. Warm blood from his torn asshole spilled onto her thighs and sheets, the hot sticky concoction exciting Heather's depraved mind into an orgiastic frenzy of sexual destruction. The speed and friction of the strap-on transmitted through the attachment and built the intensity of sensation to a nearly unbearable level of pleasure in Heather's crushingly powerful pussy. The titanium rod bent and finally snapped in her powerfully pulsating pussy, the screeching tearing metal no match for her invincible, unstoppable muscles.

"Oh yeah," Heather sighed as she pulled out. Blood and fecal matter spilled onto the sheets from Pete's torn, violated asshole. Heather removed the strap-on and pulled the broken rod from her vagina. She looked at the broken piece and sighed. It would need to be replaced.

Heather looked at Pete's pale, frightened face. He made small, pained whimpering sounds. He looked fearfully at his muscular torturer. "Hey," she said gently. "You've been a good boy, Petey. I appreciate all you've done for me." She snuggled down next to him and rolled his body on top of her, resting his chin on her enormous tits. She looked into his pain-filled eyes. "You're such a good sport, little guy. I just want you to do one more thing for me, okay?" He didn't respond, just continued staring at her with glazed, terrified eyes.

She grasped the back of his head and shoved him down her powerful body. She settled his head into her wet, cum-drenched crotch and clamped her enormous thighs around his head. The gigantic steely muscles converged on his comparatively tiny skull and engulfed his head, shoulders, and a good deal of his torso in lethal muscle.

In his pain-filled state, the only thing Pete's brain could understand was that this goddess of pain and destruction was going to sacrifice him to her sex drive, that the last pizza he ever delivered was to a psychotic muscle-bound freak who was going to snuff him for her pure sadistic pleasure. But before she would end his pain with that sacrifice, he had to please her with his lips and tongue. He feebly kissed her engorged clit and flicked his tongue against it. Heather gasped and shuddered. She tasted of sex and pain, of his blood mingled with her cum and sweat, of sadism and terror and primal strength. Her fingers clenched in his hair, shoving his face hard into her pussy as her huge muscular thighs slowly began their slow devouring of his tiny, puny body. They shuddered and started closing with the power of hydraulic presses as he desperately licked her, only wanting to give her one last orgasm before she snuffed him like the insignificant ant he was compared to her infinitely superior physique. He was rewarded with a shuddering through her titanic thighs that encouraged him to lick harder, faster, even as those terrible thighs ground inexorably closer, shuddering more violently, moving closer, the roaring of the ocean mingling with the powerful pulse of her terrible heart feeding man-crushing power to her giant legs as they closed on his ears, the creak of his skull, and finally, yes!, the culminating orgasm as she slammed those killer thighs together, hammering around his poor head until Pete was lost to welcoming oblivion.

Heather slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her sweet lover, so young, cute, and eager-to-please. She peeled her lethal legs from around his poor bedraggled skull and pulled him up to examine him.

Oddly enough, the sheer size of her thighs had saved him, along with the thin layer of softening fat. After a few months of cutting, her thighs would have lost a few inches and turned into true pillars of steel that would have burst his head open like a tomato. "You're a lucky boy, Petey," Heather murmured approvingly. She lay him gently next to her and fetched a wet towel, which she used to clean his wounds and staunch the blood from his wounded anus. She gently massaged his shoulders, feeling for possible muscle damage from her violent dislocations. A half hour later his color had returned and he began to stir. The first thing he saw out of blurry eyes was Heather's beautiful face smiling down at him. "Feel okay, lover?" she asked softly.

"Like I was hit by a truck," he groaned. "What happened?" He looked around, confused and frightened.

Heather pushed him back into the pillow and kissed him. "Shush now, love," she ordered. Her hand drifted down to his cock and began playing with it. Pete closed his eyes and relaxed as her talented fingers brought him to a full erection. His eyes shot open again as he felt something warm and wet envelop his cock. He looked down apprehensively, remembering the last time she gave him a blowjob. She pulled back and smiled up at him.

"Don't worry," she said softly, her hot breath washing over his erection. "No pain this time, I promise." She extended her long tongue and licked up his pole like a lollipop, playing with the sensitive tip with little swirls before devouring the length of his shaft in her delightful mouth. Her thick pouty lips sucked gently at the base, rhythmically sliding up and down his dick in perfect time. Her long fingers gently massaged his balls. She kept up her rhythmic pattern, neither quickening nor slowing the pace, patiently sucking with seemingly infinite strength and energy until Pete writhed and moaned in pure pleasure. She kept the rhythm steady as he whimpered in pleasure, begging for release now, until finally taking pity on him and increasing the tempo and suction until he came in a long, shuddering, quivering release. She swallowed his seed and sucked the last dribbles of cum from his cock.

Heather pulled back and erotically licked her full, plush, pouty lips. "I think it's time for some pizza," she said in a low, sultry voice. She sauntered out of the bedroom, Pete's eyes glued to her huge ass rocking side to side as she walked. He heard her scuffling the pizza box and closed his eyes. Moments later he heard the water running as she brushed her teeth. When she entered, her huge tits came in a full half-foot before their muscular master. Massively pumped biceps and thighs swelled and jiggled as she made her way back to the bed. She grinned at the sight of his swelling boner.

"You ate all that pizza just now?" Pete asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want some?" Heather asked with a sparkling smile. "It was only a large, and I was hungry." Billiard ball muscles rippled in her thick abdomen.

"Um, no, thanks," he said nervously as he watched her eyeing his erection hungrily.

"You do find me attractive, don't you?" she purred as she descended on him, her juggernaut muscles settling around him and enveloping his tiny body. Her pussy swallowed his stiff cock and gently pulsated, creating a warm, wet, pleasantly close cave rather than the bruising pressure she had used before.

"Yes, you're irresistible," he gasped as she used her expert pussy to massage and pleasure him.

"You're just saying that because I have you trapped," she whispered playfully, flexing biceps bigger than bowling balls around his head and shoving a fat, hard nipple in his mouth. His attempt to respond was blocked by the huge tit-flesh covering his face, one of her breasts bigger than his entire head.

"You see," she murmured into her bicep so he could hear, "I can play nice, too." Her pussy pulled and pulsated gently around his cock as her perfect muscular control provided him with a pleasure no normal woman could ever match. She removed her huge breast and allowed him to breathe for a few seconds before again smothering him with her other tit, the long nipple again forced into his mouth. He suckled on her fat nipple while she moaned in pleasure. She lifted her free tit to her mouth and suckled herself, both of her stimulated nipples providing her with a warm glow of pleasure. She was careful not to get carried away, lest she become over-enthusiastic and smother her new plaything to death, losing yet another would-be lover. Her pussy grasped and squeezed his cock quickly and forcefully, impatiently bringing him to another orgasm and then brutally squeezing him dry. He tried to squirm out from under her, but her giant muscles easily held him in place under her huge smothering tit. He bit her nipple, drawing a jolt of pleasure from Heather which contracted her biceps and nearly crushed his skull.

"Good boy," Heather purred as she let his poor, spent, abused prick out of her pussy with a wet suctioning slurp. She lay next to him and pulled him into her giant body, forcing his head to her enormous tits and forcing him to suckle at her nipples for the next hour while she pleasured herself with brutally powerful fingers.

"Heather?" Pete asked hesitantly, finally pulling back from her delightful soft tit. She cocked her head. "If I had said no earlier, would you really have let me go?"

She smiled. "I knew you weren't going to say no, baby. I owned you the moment I opened the door." She sighed. "But to answer your question, no, I wouldn't have. You never had a choice tonight. You would have just made me mad, and you'd be nothing but a bloodstain in my tits now. But we both know you never stood a chance against me anyway."

Pete swallowed hard and accepted this without comment. "What happens to me now?" he asked, trying hard to keep from sounding pathetic.

Heather laughed. "You mean your stupid job?"

"It pays my rent," he said defensively. "I can't afford to lose it."

She reached an enormous arm over him and pulled him in to snuggle into her gigantic, pillowy breasts. The contrast between hard bicep and soft tit was somehow comforting, her warmth, femininity, and strength combining to make Pete feel welcomed and safe. "I told you, I like you, Petey," she said. "You're a sweet guy. If you lose your job tonight, we'll figure something out." She stroked his unruly red hair tenderly. "You're my boyfriend now. I'll take care of you."

It wasn't a question. She didn't care if he already had a girlfriend (he didn't), if he wanted to be her boyfriend (he did), she simply took him without asking. She wanted him, he was hers. She owned him completely.

She snuggled him closer into her titanic body. "You're sleeping with me tonight," she murmured. "Goodnight, baby." Vast steely muscles closed around him, removing any possibility of him leaving the bed.

Pete wrapped his arms around Heather's thick neck and rested his head on one of her perfect breasts. For some reason he no longer felt worried. Life could be a lot worse.


Alternate Ending (very grisly)

Carrying the tiny man across her apartment and tossing him onto her reinforced bed was child's play for the freakishly muscled bodybuilder. He landed in a crying heap. "Please stop hurting me," he choked out.

Heather laughed as she stripped off the silver dress. "I haven't begun hurting you yet," she growled. She slowly crawled onto the bed and onto him, taking her time to let the full intimidating power of her massive nude physique sink into his pain-addled brain. The contrast between them was beyond laughable, it was scary. Her man-crushing muscles strained to devour their helpless prey. She leaned onto him and smothered his crying face in her huge breasts. Her thick arms tore his shirt like it was paper, leaving him naked beneath her.

She scooted her ass back until she felt his still-hard erection against her muscular cheeks, lifted her hips, and thrust herself down on him. Despite her earlier sexual assault, he was unprepared for this new wave of pain as she ground his member in the iron grip of her slick pussy. She extended her long tongue and licked his salty tears before finally thrusting it into his mouth, gagging his sobs. Her lips locked on his as she pistoned her hips, not holding back this time, slamming him into the bed as her grisly pussy crushed his cock to pulp.

She reared back as she approached another orgasm, grunting and breathing hard and moaning, listening to his pathetic cries of pain, heedless of his puny fists pounding on her invincible breasts. She thrust harder and faster, nearly pulverizing his hips in her gigantic thighs, her calves wrapped around his legs flexing and bending his skinny thighs almost to the breaking point. She grabbed his tiny fists in her huge hands and slammed them onto the bed, yanking his arms out of their sockets with a sickening pop. Her sweaty breasts slammed into his face, smothering his nose, mouth, and eyes beneath their heavy bulk, robbing him of breath and sight. Then her orgasm hit with full force, her monstrous muscles flexing to obscene proportions, his cock squelched into an unusable purple mess, his thighs snapped like twigs against her bulging calves, his hips splintered under her thunder thighs, her fists clenched and ground his hands and wrists into pulp with sickening wet cracks. Heather screamed as she mutilated poor Pete's defenseless body, heedless of his bones crumbling under the onslaught of her unstoppable muscles.

"Oh fuck yes," she breathed as she shuddered her way back to reality. She felt the squishy remains of the broken body beneath her and chuckled. "Oops," she said without remorse. She peeled her sweaty breasts off his face and let his unconscious body start breathing again. Her fingers found the dislocations in his shoulders and quickly snapped his arms back into place. There was nothing she could do for his broken legs and mutilated, pulped hands. She shrugged. It was unlikely he would survive the night anyway.

The enormous bodybuilder picked Pete's body up with one hand and flung him over one broad shoulder. She could easily have fit two of him on each shoulder, so wide was her back. She carried him around the room as she went to her drawers, his slight weight inconsequential to the massively muscled woman. She found her toy and gazed at it fondly. It was a strap-on, but unlike any other strap-on. The simulated cock was twelve inches of hard rubber shaped like a real dick and colored to Heather's exotic skin. It had an attachment specially fit for Heather, with a rubber stimulator for her clit and a fourteen inch titanium rod to be inserted in her pussy. The harder she penetrated her victim, the more stimulation her clit and pussy would receive. The titanium rod was dented and deformed from Heather's previous playtimes.

She pulled the strap-on into place and secured it, the specially-fitted, flesh-colored straps blending into her waist and thighs and making it appear the simulated cock and balls were really an extension of her own grotesquely exaggerated anatomy. The designer had complimented her on its fit and realism before she took it for a test run on him. She had been over-enthusiastic and ended up skewering his intestines, leaving him to die of internal bleeding when she lost interest in butt-fucking him several hours later.

Heather grabbed a tube of KY and poured generous amounts of lubricating jelly on the rubber shaft. She spread it into an even coating. That finished, she plucked Pete's unconscious, broken body off her shoulder and tossed him onto the bed. She quickly joined him and positioned the tip of her cock at his anus. She lifted his broken legs so they splayed on either side of her head. She leaned down and kissed Pete's mouth. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she playfully teased. She gave him a few light slaps to bring him around.

"Owww," he groaned, his whole body filled with intense aching pain. He looked up at his beautiful tormentress and saw the dangerous, insane, playful glint in her sparkling blue eyes. Then he felt the cold lubricated rod inserted in his ass cheeks. His eyes widened. "Please noo--" was as far as he got before Heather shoved her hips forward and skewered Pete half-way up the dildo.

"Oh God, no, no, please," Pete sobbed as she violated his virgin asshole. Her powerful fingers gripped his fragile, painful shoulders and she thrust farther into him, shoving eight inches of hard rubber into his ass.

"Shh, baby, this is just the beginning," Heather said affectionately. She bucked her hips back, then plunged forward another inch. Pete squirmed as much as his broken body was able, but his struggles were futile against Heather's bulk and raw, brute strength. All his wriggling served to accomplish was to vibrate the toy and stimulate Heather's clit and pussy.

"The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt. Just relax, Petey, and trust me," Heather said gently. She felt his ass clench tigher and sighed. "Okay, be that way," she said, and plunged the dildo in his ass to the hilt. He let out a piercing, blood-curdling scream. Heather giggled. "I warned you," she said.

She began pistoning her hips faster and faster, pulling half-way out and then slamming back in, crunching Pete's hips and thighs even more under the enormous weight of her hulking muscles. Warm blood from his torn asshole spilled onto her thighs and sheets, the hot sticky concoction exciting Heather's depraved mind into an orgiastic frenzy of sexual destruction. Her fingers clenched, easily snapping his collarbone and grinding his shoulders to a gory pulp. The speed and friction of the strap-on transmitted through the attachment and built the intensity of sensation to a nearly unbearable level of pleasure in Heather's crushingly powerful pussy. The titanium rod bent and finally snapped in her powerfully pulsating pussy, the screeching tearing metal no match for her invincible, unstoppable muscles.

"Oh yeah," Heather sighed as she pulled out. Blood and fecal matter spilled onto the sheets from Pete's torn, violated asshole. Heather removed the strap-on and pulled the broken rod from her vagina. She looked at the broken piece and sighed. It would need to be replaced.

Heather looked at Pete's pale, frightened face. He made small, pained whimpering sounds. Unable to move his arms or legs, he could only look fearfully at his muscular torturer. "Hey," she said gently. "You've been a good boy, Petey. I appreciate all you've done for me." She snuggled down next to him and rolled his broken body on top of her, resting his chin on her enormous tits. His arms and legs flopped uselessly. She looked into his pain-filled eyes. "It's almost over, baby," she said. "I just want you to do one more thing for me, then I'll release you from your pain. Okay?" He didn't respond, just continued staring at her with glazed, terrified eyes.

She grasped the back of his head and shoved him down her powerful body. She settled his head into her wet, cum-drenched crotch and clamped her enormous thighs around his head. The gigantic steely muscles converged on his comparatively tiny skull and engulfed his head, shoulders, and a good deal of his torso in lethal muscle.

In his pain-filled state, the only thing Pete's brain could understand was that this goddess of death and destruction was going to sacrifice him to her sex drive, that the last pizza he ever delivered was to a psychotic muscle-bound freak who was going to snuff him for her pure sadistic pleasure. But before she would end his pain with that sacrifice, he had to please her with the only parts of his body she had left functional, his lips and tongue. He feebly kissed her engorged clit and flicked his tongue against it. Heather gasped and shuddered. She tasted of sex, pain, and death, of his blood mingled with her cum and sweat, of sadism and terror and primal strength. Her fingers clenched in his hair, shoving his face hard into her pussy as her huge muscular thighs slowly began their slow devouring of his tiny, puny body. They shuddered and started closing with the power of hydraulic presses as he desperately licked her, only wanting to give her one last orgasm before she snuffed him like the insignificant ant he was compared to her infinitely superior physique. He was rewarded with a shuddering through her titanic thighs that encouraged him to lick harder, faster, even as those terrible thighs ground inexorably closer, splintering what remained of his arms and torso, shuddering more violently, moving closer, the roaring of the ocean mingling with the powerful pulse of her terrible heart feeding man-crushing power to her giant legs as they closed on his ears, the creak of his skull, and finally, yes!, the culminating orgasm as she slammed those killer thighs together, squashing his skull like an overripe tomato, crunching his bones, his brains and gore spraying in a hot splash on her flooding pussy and vibrating thighs, covering her abs, lower body, bed, and walls in viscera as her lethal legs smashed his body into an unrecognizable pulp.

Heather slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the remains of the sweet Petey, so young, cute, and eager-to-please. She wrinkled her nose at the splash of bones, gore, and grey matter, nothing even remotely resembling a human left between her legs. "Ew," she said, and sighed. "Too bad, Petey, I liked you." She lay back, absently pushed a couple of gore-drenched fingers into her pussy, and began masturbating, fantasizing about what might have been with the cute little boy she had just murdered.