Brandi Unbound

The latest installment of the Saga "Brandi Unbound"

Brandi Unbound Part Three
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part Three: Bigger and Badder than any before.

Brandi was feeling good. She had decimated the police that had tried to stop
her, busted up a squad of copters hoping to do the same. Brandi knew she was
powerful before. She'd beaten the cocks and cunts off of a bunch of douche
bags at the gym. She'd built her body to be a weapon, an object of fear and
one of dominance in action. Today she surpassed her dreams and was in the
world of fantasy. Soon, the world would bow down before her and lick her feet.
Her muscles were mind-boggling now in size and strength, and they'd only get
bigger and stronger as long as she kept feeding them, urging them to expand
and engorge.

Brandi kicked the debris of the pathetic copters out of her path as she set
her sights on some more power to siphon into her colossal body. She'd sucked
this complex dry, but needed to get bigger and even thicker if she hoped to
crush these ants and stomp that rag Sheila flat. A heavy- looking bus pulled
into the lot, navigating its way through the debris and heading for the
giantess, its front was fitted with a nasty-looking cow catcher. Brandi flexed
in anticipation, she'd never military-pressed a bus before, it would
definitely feel good. The bus stopped short and its thick doors sprung open,
spitting a couple dozen men out. Brandi rubbed her pussy, it felt so good.
Snapping these boys necks would get her so hot, "A little late to the party,
fuck-nuts."

The men spread out grabbing cover wherever they could. They were military in
bearing and weaponry, each carrying a machine gun. They sized her up and their
leader barked a quick order to their quarry, "Alright, let's do this nice and
easy. You surrender, we don't hurt you. Understand?"

Brandi looked over her shoulder, was this dumb punk talking to her? She
laughed and pumped up her upper body, slowly flexing her biceps so as they
grew they finished with a startling final pump, the peaks exploding with naked
power. "You think those little zip guns are gonna stop these from tearing you
apart. You missed your air support. We already had our fun. Problem is, they
wore out too fast." Brandi lifted a rotor from her feet and twisted it into a
bad around her massive thigh, nice and tight. "Watch how tough your fucking
steel-plates are for me to break," Brandi extended her leg and erotically
flexed her gorgeous muscle. The taut steel band that was the copter rotor
exploded into fragmented pieces. "That's a lot thicker than your pencil necks.
See how easily I snap them. Bring it on, dick-licks, see how weak you are,"
Brandi gestured for them to take their best shot, knowing their bullets would
feed her body.

"Alright, you asked for it, no mercy boys!" the commander ordered and with
that they opened fire. Bullets flew through the air like darts in an Irish
pub. Brandi's body absorbed them whole with very little sting. Brandi let her
head fall back and enjoyed the bullets as they filled her wondrous body with
even more energy, she could feel the sinew of her muscle thicken, adding cords
more of strength and bulk. The bullets cascaded into her body like a soothing,
energizing shower. Brandi returned her focus to the twats shooting at her, "Is
that all you got? This won't take long." The demoness bounced her pecs and
strode confidently toward the little men and their ineffective guns.

Brandi used her legs stomping man after man flat as they either did their best
to hide or turned and fled. Bullets flew desperately at the cruel mistress of
muscle, but did little to slow her swath of destruction. Eventually she turned
her attention to the bus. The driver saw her lick her lips and instead of
waiting for her to make the first move, he gunned the engine and aimed the
tricked-up cow catcher at her. Brandi was too big to bring down with that. She
slammed her fists down on top of the bus so hard the front tires exploded and
the front end stuck into the asphalt. Brandi pounded it again; it began to
splat like a banana, not going to go anywhere now. She moved to its side,
squatted down and lifted the busted-up bus onto her shoulders. Her upper body
glistened, a mix of sweat, oil and other people's blood created a striking
sort of war paint. Her muscles bulged as she pressed the bus once and held it,
then lowered and pressed it again, scattered bullets hit her and she laughed,
"Still think you boys are gonna stop me?" Brandi lowered the bus to her
shoulders. Her muscles strained as her arms bent the heavy steel of the bus
and folded it into a "u". She dropped the bus like the useless hunk of tin it
was, "Fuckin' "A", that's power!" she gloated, "Wait'll I turn these cannons
loose on some tanks. I'll rip them to shreds. Your tin toys are useless
against me"

Brandi smashed the rest of the worms into jelly, before hitting the road. She
needed more power, more of a catalyst for orgasmic growth. Brandi owned
wherever she chose to walk, using her colossal body to destroy anything in her
way. The highway near the facility had been cleared, but Brandi ripped the
power lines from the ground, snapping them like toothpicks and sucking dry
whatever electricity they could provide. She hadn't made her way far, before a
squadron of patrol cars raced toward her. Brandi squatted down, her thick
thighs bulging in expectation. She leapt, hurtling through the air, a mass of
menacing muscle and landed in their midst, squashing two on impact. Riot guns
fired, trying to punch holes in her steel-plated muscles, but to Brandi it
felt like a punch from an infant, barely registering. "You dumb little shits
don't get it. These fucking popguns of yours can't do shit. These monster
guns," Brandi flexed her monstrous right as men and cars swarmed about, "bend
armor plates like they were cheap plastic." She raised a patrol car over her
head, its wheels spinning looking to escape. Her brow furrowed as she
compressed its ends like an accordion, folding its sturdy body in on itself.
She drank the oil and gasoline that drained from it; then discarded it like a
used crumpled beer can.

She rubbed her thick midsection; that fuel tasted good. She drove her mighty
right fist through the top of another squad car, plucked it from the road,
ripped open its side and drank some more of the filling fuel before tearing it
completely in two and tossing the wreck away. "You weak little runts. That
slag Sheila kicked your asses. She ain't nearly as strong as me. I can't wait
to wipe out your tanks, I'll peel them apart like paper dolls." Brandi was
eighty feet tall and crazed. The men and their cars were being massacred, her
mighty upper body was coursing with raw power, shredding the police cars like
a child's toys. They came apart in her hands like the tops off of oreos.
Brandi roared as she threw the last of the crushed cars away, "No one fucks
with a muscle bitch!" She blasted her muscles into some power poses, mocking
the puny worms who tried to stop her with their useless weapons.

A jet streaked across the sky, turned and circled the giantess, probably doing
recon. It made a direct pass as Brandi taunted the pilot with her unbelievable
size. It let loose a burst of gunfire. It might as well have flung sand.
Brandi absorbed the shells and thickened a bit more. "Fucking punk has no idea
what I'm gonna do to him," Brandi laughed as he laid down another carpet of
machine gun fire. Brandi waited for him to pass again, then hurled a loose
axel from one of the cop cars like a javelin. The pilot tried to evade, but he
was too close and the axel sliced into the cockpit splattering the pilot and
sending the jet into a dive straight for her. Brandi grabbed the rocketing
craft and used its momentum to power-slam it into the ground. It bent in half
under her brutal strength. Lying smoking like a broken charred bird: weak and
lifeless, Brandi stomped her beefy leg down on it, emphasizing its impotence.
She beat her chest and reveled in her might. "You think a shitty little jet
can stop me. I'll crush the whole fucking air force with my bare hands. Every
one of your crappy weapons, like this!" and Brandi pulled the plane's thick
wings loose like pages from a phone book.

Brandi flexed her pecs and laughed at how weak these weapons were. Her arms
were unbelievably big and her body was coursing with untapped strength. If
these little bastards had such a hard time bringing Sheila down, Brandi would
break them like the weak sisters they were. She hungered for more power and
more size. She wanted the power to wipe out whole armies and topple cities. It
wasn't too far off she felt. She could already smash cop cars flat in her
fists, rip copters from the sky and power-slam fighter jets. Truly the time to
easily overpower Brandi had passed.

Brandi was drawn to the sizzling as she covered ground quickly with her
colossal legs. The sound of power drew her like a magnet or a hungry wolf on
the prowl. She strode through warehouses, smashing through their thin roofs
with her killer calves and thighs. The aging bricks and worn concrete had
little resolve to resist her muscle. Brandi loved how easily these buildings
caved under her brawn. She hungered more than ever to destroy and grow bigger.
Endorphins flew through her body driving her. It didn't take long to reach the
refinery.

The refinery's reinforced fencing did little to stop the raging muscle beast.
Brandi tore through it like it was strands of licorice; it snapped and
flattened under her bruising aggression. Brandi bulled her way to the oil
tanks like the dominant predator she was. She battered the bulky storage tanks
with her heavy fists, gouging openings, then lifting them overhead, guzzling
their thick viscous contents dry like a college lineman draining a keg. As
quickly as she finished the first she was on to another. Her hunger was
insatiable. She rubbed the excess fuels that ran down her body, coating her
monstrously powerful body in a dark, deadly sheen.

She downed tank after tank of refined fuel, her stomach swelling with energy,
her body filling with more power – thickening and growing, plumping and
gaining more and more vitality. Brandi hungered for more, her thirst knew no
limit – the more she consumed, the more overpowering she became. The less of a
chance these insects would have in stopping her, the more dominant a predator
she became.

At first the rumbling was coming from her stomach – processing all of this
fuel must be hard work, or so she thought. In fact, it was from nearby – a new
assault designed to neutralize this new amazon before she became too much of a
nuisance. These men had no idea what they were soon to encounter. Brandi
slapped her belly, her full robust midsection before crumpling the empty oil
tank in her fists like a beer can. She laughed and wiped her mouth with the
back of her hand. She looked around for more before realizing she had drained
all of the tanks and but more importantly, how much more she had grown from
this binge-drinking.

Brandi had thickened immensely; she was a titaness, rippling with power the
likes of which had never been seen. Sheila had wrought a path of destruction,
yes, but Brandi was destruction: cold, cruel, unforgiving, and, quite
possibly, unstoppable. Her skin was coated in oil and glistened mightily. When
Brandi finally realized the rumbling was not coming from her stomach, she felt
her pussy squirt. Her body had become orgasmic from the incredible stream of
power it had consumed – when she spied the column of tanks surging toward her,
her snatch exploded in joy. She could feel her muscles tighten in expectation;
her nipples harden and elongate, her pussy lips open and swell. She could
smell her musky sex scent coating the air around her – this was going to be
sweet. Her mohawk cut through the air like a particularly lethal knife as she
strode like a lone Spartan into battle, naked but tremendously armed.

Her pecs bounced, taunting her distant foes. She licked her lips and ran her
tongue lustily across her sharp, sharp teeth. Every inch of her ungodly
muscled body was deadly, every last inch. Suddenly Brandi stopped and
unleashed a dark, deep and horrible roar like a great ape, her muscles flexing
and coursing with fury. How dare these little twats bother me, keep me from
feeding. They need to be taught once and for all, she thought, how pathetic
and worthless their military is, how utterly defenseless they truly are.

The tanks stopped. Perhaps Brandi's roar had scared them. Perhaps they would
fall back, run in retreat. No, they had a formation in mind, a thought of
flanking the muscle beast, surrounding her and crushing her in a cross-fire.
Cute idea, in theory …

As the tanks fanned out, they opened fire. The first shell whistled through
the air as if in slow motion, expectation lingered until it finally hit the
great wall that was Brandi's chest. It exploded harmlessly, like a small sack
of powder. Brandi flicked the debris from her skin like crumbs from a
sandwich, "Ow. That hurt. NOT!" Brandi flashed an incredibly wicked grin; then
motioned her attackers forward with a brawny finger. The tanks opened fire –
their shells having the same effect as the first – none, at least nothing
harmful to Brandi. Indeed, the power given off by the shells fed the muscle
bitch's pores and she continued to grow and strengthen. She raised her large
right arm and flexed, her bicep thick and scary.

The tanks scrambled and swarmed, bombarding Brandi with shells and
armor-piercing bullets. Brandi took it all, enjoying feeling the collective
might of the military assault exploding meekly against her tough, tanned and
monstrous hide. Like a heavyweight wrestler, Brandi strode about taunting her
weaker foes, striking mind-boggling poses, letting her muscles feed and swell
to even greater size. She let the tanks have their way, positioning
themselves; getting off terrific bursts at their towering exposed target. She
laughed at their hapless strategy of trying to suffocate her under a
tremendous shower of shells and bullets. Like most cock-sure males, these
little bitches would never learn, Brandi's biceps were hundreds of times
thicker and harder than any of these little pricks. They were soon to find
this out the hard way.

Brandi flicked her tongue out like a demon and let out a hellish shriek. The
tanks came to a halt. The ungodly sound sent a shiver through the air. They
stood still as Brandi eyed them hungrily. As the smoke from their useless
assault deteriorated, a horrifying conclusion hit the troops, Brandi had
nearly doubled in size, a fact that had not gone unnoticed to the giantess.
She lolled her head, the incredibly thick muscles in her neck bulged
seductively. Her eyes burned with a hostility and confidence that turned the
blood cold.

"You little pussies all done?" Brandi played with her large pointed nipples,
enjoying how tantalizingly lethal they looked. "Those the best fucking guns
you got? All the power you can muster?" She flexed her monster pythons, teased
their girth with her long erotic tongue. The muscles bulged and twitched as
they peaked even more, turned on by her attention. "You think you're gonna
stop me? I'm gonna rip those little popguns apart with my mountainous fucking
muscles. Take a good long look at these tank busters! They're gonna tear those
shitty little tin cans apart like wet newspaper!" Brandi pumped her guns some
more and they exploded with raw power.

The tanks felt that a direct response to her challenge might yield dividends.
"If you stand down now, we are instructed to cease fire and allow you your
life. If you continue with your destructive and reckless behaviour we will be
forced to take you down. And trust me, we will," the tank commander
threatened.

Brandi responded with a hungry laugh, "Douchebag say what? Destructive
behaviour? You mean, like this?" Brandi strode to the building next to her,
spread her lats to their widest and most impressive wingspan before wrapping
her arms around the 200 foot high building in a terrifying bearhug, reducing
the formidable structure to rubble in a matter of seconds. She turned to the
legion of tanks coated in a fine layer of dust and bounced her bulky pecs
hypnotically. "Now, bring it, you weak little shits, take me down before I
beat your punk asses to a bloody pulp!"

The tanks did their best, moving, firing hoping to draw her away from the town
up ahead and out near the waterfront. Perhaps they might be able to drown her
or something. Brandi could have cared less where she was going to beat the
army's asses. Every feeble shot they sent at her popped lightly against her
titanium-like skin and spurred more growth. Her powerful legs crunched the
tarmac as the tanks sped backwards away from her. They saw the murderous
conviction burning in her eyes. They knew she meant business. They'd heard the
reports of the other giantess. They knew.

Brandi's arms pulsed with power that needed release. She knew she was getting
closer to Sheila's height and she knew she was thicker, bulkier, far more
powerful. She would devastate these puny worms and any half-assed weapons
they'd throw at her. In fact, she hoped these tanks were just the beginning,
she was jonesing for a good work-out and frankly the police and those copters
she'd massacred weren't up to it.

Shells continued to bounce off her hide with the potency of sugar cubes when
Brandi struck. She rushed forward and drove her mighty right down into the
rear-most tank's armored body. The fearsome blow imbedded the tank's tail end
in the turf. It could no longer move. Brandi wasted no time. She drove a
savage left into its front, sinking that into the ground. Only its turret
could move. She tore that off with ease, then crumpled it into a ball, her
mighty upper body bulging with power, her insanely sharp- mohawk, cutting the
air fearsomely. "I found your twats' weakness. These." She flexed her arms
again, she couldn't get enough of her own strength and the knowledge that
these little maggots would give their left nut to suck on her ungodly biceps,
to lick her unbelievable girth with their pathetic little tongues. She hurled
the crumpled turret at another tank, sending the tank bouncing on its side,
its right-most tread torn off. She stood over it and pounded her barrel chest
with her fists and roared, "I am power!" Several tanks doubled back to offer
cover or a distraction, but Brandi ignored their impotent shells and battered
the crippled tank with her colossal fists until it was just a useless pile of
tin.

She then turned her attention on the foolish trio that had hoped to be heroes.
They tried to backtrack quickly, but Brandi's legs were far more powerful than
their man-made engines. She overtook them easily. She yanked one up, raised it
over her head, then tore it apart like she had those phonebooks back at the
gym. Its tattered body fell to the earth like the husk of a piñata. Brandi
grabbed another, held it up for a good look, its turret spun toward her and
leveled its canon. She pinched its barrel closed like a pixie stick. Its shell
exploded inside and the tank fractured itself. A smoky smoldering waste.
Brandi tossed it aside. "You think these fucking toys are gonna stop me? You
might stop that weak cunt Sheila with this shit, but not a real-live muscle
bitch. I'm done fucking around." Brandi pulled the third of the rescue party
into her powerful grip. She flicked its useless canon with her brawny finger.
"Like a fucking bong, if you ask me." She sucked into the barrel hard, but
nothing happened, "A useless bong." She blew hard into it and it exploded like
a high-octane balloon, its steel plates no match for the giantess' iron lungs.

Brandi thundered forward as the remainder of the force held their ground near
the waterfront and offered volley after volley at her impenetrable hide. She
stood over two hundred feet tall and these tanks could do little to make her
sweat. Brandi smashed her stupendous legs down on the nearest foes, stomping
and stomping her tremendous weight on the insignificant attackers until they
lay twisted in smoldering heaps beneath her sensual feet. Truly these tanks
needed more firepower. They were soon to be obliterated by her bigger more
fearsome guns. Brandi peeled the next tank apart like a grape, ripping its top
section off and crushing its canon in her fist like a pencil. Shells bounced
off her like rubber balls and offered no distraction from the orgasmic
pleasure of obliterating a bunch of tanks with her bare hands and titanic
legs.

Brandi had knelt down and was crushing a surge of a half-dozen tanks with her
unbelievable arms, her biceps peaked and swelled before landing devastating
blow after devastating blow. The tanks could barely withstand one, let alone a
flurry. Her pussy was bubbling, cum dripped on the ground as Brandi's power
brought her a string of orgasms that drove her to explore her increasing size
and dominance.

The reverie of her assault brought her back to her teen years, before she had
grown in size and aggression. She remembered the first display of female
muscle power that had really turned her on, gave her a goal, an erotic goal
fueled by muscular dominance and ass-whupping:

Brandi was at the mall, shopping. She saw a very tall, striking woman wearing
a long coat, a duster – something a man might wear, a guy who thought himself
a true badass. Brandi saw the woman admire a studded leather belt, a fine
piece of craftsmanship. Then she saw her slip it into her coat pocket. She had
carefully coiled it and pocketed it. She turned to leave and Brandi caught her
eye. She grinned confidently, coolly. It was then that Brandi took her all in.
She was six feet tall with broad shoulders, charismatic in an athletic way,
confident in a dominant way. Her legs, though, were what really captured
Brandi's imagination. They were powerful, ripped, like tree trunks – they
coursed with power as she strode from the store. She had barely left when the
first security guard moved to stop her. He reached out, grabbed her by the
shoulder and the woman turned and struck him hard in the throat. He doubled
over, gasping for breath. She laid him out with a crushing right arm. She
laughed at his ineptness, straightened her coat and again turned to leave.
Three more men rushed her, tackled her, managed to slip a pair of handcuffs
around her wrists. She stopped her struggle and stood, regally, coolly,
confidently let them begin to lead her away, let them relax and lose their
advantage. Suddenly she stopped and her upper body bulged and flexed and she
snapped the handcuff chain, the shoulders in the duster jacket splitting under
the strain. She pummeled the guy on her right. She laughed as she took these
men apart, these hefty security guards. It didn't take long. She pressed the
last over her head, before tossing him aside like a pathetic rag doll. Brandi
was transfixed at the woman's power. She emasculated the men in minutes,
snapped handcuffs like they were toys and pressed a 200 hundred pound man with
relative ease. When she was done, she left with her belt and one star- struck
admirer. It took minutes for the spell to wear off, the woman was long gone,
but Brandi was changed forever. She'd had her first run-in with muscle lust.
Her panties were wet. This she was sure of, in future she wanted to be the one
causing the lust and bringing the pain.

Suddenly her neck stung as if a particularly large bee had landed on her. She
felt another and another sting, within moments her upper body was peppered
with them. Brandi's pleasure turned to rage as she saw the source of her pain:
a squadron of jet fighters was strafing her with rockets. The tanks took the
opportunity and began to fan wide, heading for cover of nearby buildings,
firing as they ran. The jets, meanwhile, sprayed the giantess with rockets and
high-caliber bullets. The bullets had all of the potency of sand and went
unnoticed by Brandi. The titanic muscle goddess hulked out and roared, her
neck bulged, veins expanding, spit flying. "You little fucks want to try, go
ahead. Your tanks are a joke. I've beat them to shit with my fists. Now I'll
swat you fucking twats from the sky like gnats and tear your wings like
paper." Rockets continued to find their mark angering Brandi further. The jets
were smart staying high, letting the rockets do their work. They kept a safe
distance from Brandi's Herculean form.

This is when Brandi decided to get proactive. The rockets continued to sting
and were raising welts, something needed to be done. The tanks. Though they
did their best to scurry away and snipe from cover, they couldn't hide from
the Beastess for long. Brandi smashed through the warehouses lining the shore
until she smoked out several of the tanks. She leapt on one, pinning it, then
ripped its top open like a can of Pringles. She scooped up a handful of
something and poured it in her mouth. She tore the canon loose from the tanks'
mangled turret then took a quick look around. The jets were circling ready to
swoop in for another flurry of rockets. Brandi stomped on one of the other
tanks that was hoping to sneak away. She continued her barbaric assault until
the weapon was little more than a stain and scattered debris. Brandi saw the
jets start their new run. As soon as they'd committed, she raised the canon to
her lips and like a kid shooting spitballs began to spit out a series of shots
at the passing fighters. She'd loaded up her cheeks with shells from the
decimated tank and now was unloading them at her tormentors. The first volley
of shells stripped a wing from one of the passing aircraft. It spiraled toward
Brandi, perhaps hoping to bring her down in a kamikaze maneuver. Brandi
smiled, a death's head grin and unleashed a terrifying blow from her seismic
right arm into the oncoming craft, shattering its front end and dropping its
remaining body like a bag of trash. Brandi didn't bother to finish off the
kill, she turned into the others in the formation and let loose another blast
of shells catching another warplane in its tail, sending it veering into its
neighbor and plunging them both toward the earth. Brandi crumpled up the canon
and tossed it aside, then strutted over to the first of the fallen planes.

The jets did their best to protect their fallen comrades peppering Brandi with
rockets and bullets. Though they still left marks on her tough hide, Brandi
barely noticed. She was enjoying how truly dominant she was. She lifted up the
burning husk of the fighter in her powerful arms, tore its other wing off like
a child pulling the wing from a fly, "How are you gonna stop me, weaklings?
Your weapons can't stop me. They are like toys, flimsy and harmless. See how
easily I break your military. Your tanks crumple like tin foil, your warplanes
I swat from the sky like annoying flies, little more." Brandi laughed as the
jets, incensed by her taunting zipped in for another round. Brandi inhaled
deeply as she saw them coming and blew hard into the flaming body of the plane
in her arms, the flame shot forward like a blowtorch and scorched the first of
the jets, burning the pilot and sending the plane hurtling towards her
midsection. She dropped the flaming husk and caught the incoming fighter in
her powerful arms, then spun and flung it upwards towards the remaining force,
sending it smashing into two of its pals. The three damaged birds toppled from
the sky, further depleting the aerial assault.

Brandi strode over to the mangled craft, gloating, having grown larger and
more merciless from the shower of rockets. She drove her massive fists into
the first of the fallen fighters, battering it senseless with a furious flurry
of blows. "You fucking worthless twats … watch how quickly I crush your
feeble assault," and with that she stomped another of the jets flat with her
monstrously thick legs. The others had returned to fire another burst at their
oversized adversary. Brandi tore the rockets from the wings of the third jet's
corpse. "Ready for more? Bring it, you little bitches!" She raised her fist to
her mouth and let loose a few sharp exhales sending the rockets she'd palmed
whistling into the sky like savage blow darts.

The rockets ripped through her relentless attackers, thinning them further by
two more jets who spiraled helplessly at her feet, "Funny, these rockets
didn't do shit to me. Seem to fuck you up though … " she mocked as she
plucked one of the jets from the ground, "You want to see tough, you want to
see hard?" Brandi taunted as she flexed her pecs until they became walls of
impenetrable mass. She slammed the fighter jet into her chest and continued as
it dented and crumpled to bits, unable to withstand the ferocity of her blows
or the density of her steel-plated chest. She tossed what remained of its tail
aside, then took stock at what remained of her adversaries. The tanks had
lined near the waterfront and were sending constant volleys her way, the
shells smacked harmlessly against her bulk. But more and more weaponry had
been deployed while Brandi had been decimating the air support, smaller
rockets and trucks with high-caliber guns were sending their payload, again to
little effect. Brandi cracked her knuckles, this was getting sooo good.

Just then, she felt a solid punch to her chest. It nearly knocked her
backwards. She was hit again and again, this time nearly being knocked off her
feet. The pain was not overwhelming but the force of the blows was impressive.
Brandi decided to step up her attack and see what was going on. She thought
about charging the tanks, expecting they were a protective line hiding this
new weapon, but then thought of a better plan. As the mystery gun bombarded
her further, Brandi went with the blows and stumbled backwards. The other
aspects of the offensive continued their assault as they saw the giantess
weaken. She dropped to one knee and tried to protect herself by waving her arm
at the incoming payload. Brandi let her head fall, then dropped to all fours
and began to shake. The amassed force began to drive forward, localizing and
specifying their attack. The tanks, the armored guns and even the planes
lowered their ascent to go for the vitals. Brandi waited and listened as the
tanks rumbled ever closer, unaware that the giantess continued her growth
under their misguided attack. Her arms were throbbing with pent up power as
she felt the jets coming in lower with their strafing runs. Her sinews grew
and bulked. It was all she could do to contain her glee. The mystery gun could
be a problem, especially if it increased its power or many more were added to
an assault, but Brandi would deal with that nuisance shortly. Just a few
moments more …

The pilots bore down on the crumbling colossus, indeed her breathing seemed
more ragged and her imposing stature had withered as she had doubled over then
grabbed the ground in an effort to steady herself, but she was shaking
obviously there must be internal injuries. Her body must be on the verge of
giving up. A few more well-placed barrages should finish the bitch off.

When Brandi rose, she did so with a terrible blood-curdling savage rage-filled
battle cry. She didn't merely rise, she exploded from the ground, her
incredible legs shot her into the air where her overpowering muscle tore
through the remainder of the aerial assault. Her arms savagely blasted their
way through inferior armor and technology. She was two hundred and fifty feet
tall and ungodly thick, wide with layer upon layer of well-built and ripped
mass. Her fists brought down more of the jets, single blows all it took to
fell them, so awesome was the strength in her upper body. The others tried to
avoid her cruel blows, but she was so scary quick and her arms so torqued with
power she hurled and battered the rest of the strike force to the ground,
leaving them twisted and smoldering at her feet, utterly ineffective and
defenseless to her terrible whims.

Indeed, Brandi's plan was to so completely eradicate this attack to strike
fear into the military that they would be reluctant to mount a counter-attack
and buy her even more time to continue to feed and grow. By the time she
became a five hundred foot tall titan with skin far harder and denser than
earthly steel there would be little the conventional military could do to stop
her short of going nuclear and endangering the lives of millions. She would
crush them like bugs and enjoy the fuck out of it as they squirmed helplessly
beneath her dominance.

Hell, she was Kong-like now, beyond it, really. No airplanes were bringing her
down. She was tearing them from the sky like harmless wooden toys, driving
their faces into the turf, bludgeoning them to bits with her sledgehammer
fists. She pulled one of the gunships from the sky and wrapped it up in her
beefy arms, laughing as its engines feebly tried to extricate itself from her.
She crushed the engines in her fists like marshmallows. Then tore the rest
apart like the useless toy it was. The tanks tried to withdraw, but Brandi
grabbed one of the downed fighters and smashed it hard on the fleeing armored
division, crumpling tank after tank. When her makeshift hammer was reduced to
scraps she plucked the tanks from her path and hurled them into the nearby
bay, laughing as they ripped chunks out of the marina before sinking
pathetically beneath the waves.

Brandi felt the airy weak smacks of small caliber shells pelting her upper
body. Most of the tanks had been crushed; their main concern was escape, not
attack. Brandi had savaged the air strike, their charred remains crunched
under her feet as she strode nearer to the water. She was truly massive and
her muscles positively radiated power as her eyes locked on her newest and
perhaps most foolish foes: a small and poorly armed fleet of makeshift
gunships, a thrift-shop navy, a target that left Brandi licking her lips as
she stepped closer to the docks. The shells bounced harmlessly off her
mountainous pecs and insanely broad shoulders. "This is a fucking joke, right?
You think that shit is gonna stop this?", Brandi gloated and then gave the
floating militia a full power show, ripping off monster pose after monster
pose, finishing with the double bi's and a full look at the guns she was
packing. The ships continued their assault, Brandi grabbed a tank and held it
up for full effect. "Maybe you missed this before, your shells don't do shit.
Their like spitballs to me, but to you and your crap armor, they fuck you up,
see." Brandi tore the turret off of the tank and placed the barrel in her
mouth like a cigarette, then poured the shells from the tank into her hand
before tossing its body away. She filled her mouth with shells and spat them
like spitballs at the fleet, scoring several direct hits and thinning their
numbers. The ships hurried to move out of her range and regroup.

"I fucking warned you twats! How are you gonna stop something that just tore a
couple dozen jets from the sky with her bare hands, beat the shit out of your
tanks like they were crack hoes and is gonna sink you like a bunch of bath
toys?" Brandi's colossal legs smashed through the dock splintering it and
churned the marina with powerful strides, sending waves out at the ships,
waves of a size they weren't ready for. Their engines began to struggle and
flood as the giantess drew closer. "What's the matter, nowhere to run?" Brandi
laughed darkly, hungrily as the ship's shells exploded with little effect
against her massive chest and powerful belly. Brandi reached the first ship
and raised her monstrous arms above her head, then drove them down on its
center, its frame crunched horribly. The turrets on deck spun round, unloading
all they have at the giantess but this light ship lacks anything to stop
Brandi's devastating fists as they smash down again, cracking the ship in
half, but the muscle bitch doesn't stop, she continues to pound away until
every bit slips under the waves.

Brandi faced the rest of the hodgepodge fleet, their bullets and shells still
pelting their target weakly. "You worms don't fucking get it! Nothing can stop
this! Not your little piles of tin … " Brandi flexed big, really letting her
arms bulge, her pecs dance, her legs expand terrifyingly. Her serpentine
tongue snaked its way over the mass of her insanely peaked right bicep,
tasting its density and raw power. "Now, who wants next?"

The answer was quick and to the point, as Brandi hoisted another of the light
gunships from the water she felt a savage jolt strike her right shoulder and
stick, pulsating turning the shoulder into what felt like a fiery pin-cushion,
then the same blow hit her left and streams of elastic power led from her
shoulders to deeper out in the ocean. Brandi grabbed at the malleable streams
of energy that were causing her this constant pain and pulled and initially
she felt some give, through the pain her lips curled back into a terribly
wicked grin, "Whatever is on the other end of this is gonna get fucking
wrecked. I'll smash this mystery gun to powder; then wipe out the rest of this
twatty fleet!" Brandi's powerful arms bulged as she pulled again on the beams
and they gave a little again. Then as if somebody turned up a knob, the
streams thickened ad the pain inside Brandi doubled and her knees buckled …
.

To be continued … .

END OF PART 3

Brandi Unbound Part Four
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part Four: Like a Massive Wall of Pain

            The streams thickened as the pain inside Brandi doubled and her
knees buckled…. Her mighty, titanic form toppled and fell, its tremendous
girth quickly engulfed by the churning waves, disappearing with less than a
whimper. All is silent… save for the cheers ringing from the ships, the
shore, wherever the scared and small stood.

      The remainder of the flotilla swarmed around the spot the giantess
capsized, searching for any sign that she might have survived or to mark
her body for removal and eventual scientific study. Nothing moved beneath
the surf, no glimpse of action or activity. The small ships circled and
circled while onshore the survivors picked themselves up, gathered their
regiments and armaments and set about surveying the damages.

      The first explosion came from beneath the sea and shook both the land
and the ocean like an earthquake, the tremors lasting for several moments.
The second came as the behemoth rose from the waves a mile from shore, a
large submersible cannon twisting in her colossal arms. The mystery gun was
no longer a mystery… and no longer functioning. Brandi’s terrifying arms
twisted and tore the gun, enjoying the act of decimation, demonstrating
again how truly unstoppable she is, “Found your fucking secret weapon. Know
what, it breaks just as easily as the rest of your shitty weapons. I’m
bending this like it was made of plastic. Enough with the fucking toys. You
want to stop me, you better have some amazing plan, because I’m gonna waste
you fuckers, starting right now. Kiss the airplanes, trains, ships
goodbye,” Brandi laughed as she flung the broken weapon out to sea. “God,
I’m fucking huge and way fucking mind-blowing strong!” and her nipples
stood out in stark relief against the pulsing power of her upper-body.
Brandi flexed, monstrously big, just to remind what was to come and how
little chance there would be to stop it.

      The weapons onshore set up a line of fire hoping to keep the behemoth
at sea. The flotilla; reformed and set themselves as an additional buffer
line just near the ravaged docks. Brandi wasted no time; her muscles were
popping with power as she strode back toward shore. As soon as she had come
close enough, every gun opened up on her. Shells exploded harmlessly.
Brandi stopped and spread her chest and lats to their bulkiest width, and
enjoyed the bath provided by the useless weapons. Her body was a massive
wall of might and these feeble tanks and gunships were mere peashooters
hoping to bring down the biggest beast ever seen. She pumped her
magnificent right arm once, then twice, then a third and final time holding
in a solid biceps pose, the muscle having grown and grown and grown until
it was nearly bursting with ungodly size and immeasurable potency, “Jesus
fucking Christ, that baby’s a monster. She’s gonna fuck your shit up!”
Brandi taunted; confident of her place atop the food chain. “I hope she
didn’t bring a friend,” and with that she pumped and pumped and pumped her
slightly smaller left arm. It exploded nearly as freakily as the right had,
“Oh fuck, she did…” Brandi laughed, deep and sexually aroused, a pleasure
that came from unmatched power and unmatched confidence.

      The ships surged toward the titaness, firing with abandon. Hand-held
rocket launchers provided assistance as best they could. Brandi stood waist
deep as she took the best these light ships had to offer. The tanks onshore
offered their own weak second to the boats unimpressive first. Brandi let
them pour it on, let them feed her, grow her even larger, then she struck.
Her massive right arm unloaded on the line of ships, followed by her
goliath left and then the right and the left, her titanic body rippling
with destructive energy. She sunk several in the opening seconds, before
slowing to put on an even more frightening show. She plucked one from the
bloody, churning surf and held it aloft, “Smart calling in the thrift-store
navy with their nerf-blasters, very scary… Of course, my muscles can squash
this like an overripe orange.” She placed it in the join between forearm
and bicep and flexed, slowly, seductively, terribly and it splattered oil
and gas and blood then toppled like a crumpled tin can into the waters
below.

      The other ships tried to pull away, to regroup behind the giantess,
maybe figure out a better tact but Brandi was having none of it, she
grabbed two more and smashed them together again and again until there was
little left of either, “My favorite, a pussy sandwich.” She continued to
pull the gunships easily from the water, smashing another against her
washboard abs, enjoying its flash into a fiery ball, before sinking into
the rising waters. Brandi threw more of them at the tank line, neutralizing
land and sea defenses in a quick and devastating counter-offensive. In no
time Brandi had turned both land and sea into a furnace, all manner of
craft were ablaze. After finishing off the ships, she stomped through the
burning docks and began flattening the rest of the tanks, crushing them
with her bare hands, throwing them like softballs into buildings, treating
them like useless toys rather than killing machines. Soon the air was empty
of flying shells and bullets and Brandi stood supreme, the smoke of the
countless fires billowing around her, her thick, thick, thick muscles
coated in oil and burnt fuel. Brandi flexed in triumph, “Is that all you
little maggots can muster? You better call out more, ‘cause I am gonna
waste your city, flatten your fucking buildings, make it a memory.”

      A train whistled into the warehouse area and pulled to a quick stop:
men and equipment poured from its cars, hiding themselves as strategically
as possible amongst buildings, quickly mounting a new line of defense.
Brandi licked her lips, “Oh, yum, more toys to play with.” She charged the
army train, using her killer legs to close the distance in seconds – faster
than the military had calculated. The sides on the cars opened and strange
laser weapons poked their noses out and took aim. A terrific hum filled the
air as they charged, readying a series of blasts. In seconds they’d release
a serious response to Brandi’s brutal muscle power. Seconds they don’t
have. Brandi is on the train too quickly, her tremendous arms grab the
train and yank it from the track, and the muscle beast whips it about over
her head, “Thought you could sneak up on me with more of those crazy guns.
Shouldn’t have left them in a dumb-ass train. Watch how quickly these are
gone. Then I’ll stomp these little men flat and go back to wasting the
city, fuckers.” Brandi’s muscles grew tauter and more striated as she
whipped the heavy train around and around faster and faster. She then
slammed it hard to the ground, cars exploded on impact, so much force was
contained in Brandi’s display of dominance. Any cars that survived, didn’t
stay that way. The muscle beast tore them apart, enjoying the screams and
the heat from the explosions as she obliterated the latest in a long string
of failed attacks. With the lasers that toppled Sheila turned into rubble,
Brandi turned her attention on the small fire that was pelting her dense
hide like so much sand.

      She wheeled on the nearby buildings offering cover to the foolish men
and assaulted them with her bludgeoning fists, battering them senselessly
and tirelessly. One office building drew Brandi’s attention, the gunfire
was hardly noticeable to her. She caught a glimpse of herself in its highly
polished windows. She nearly came in that instant, she was gorgeous in her
eyes and indeed the sight of herself, so buff, so erotically dominant and
ripped, aroused her beyond anything she had felt before. Her pussy lips
swelled at the density and mass she packed on her 400 foot form. Her upper
body was utterly monstrous, she literally reeked of power, her body emitted
it like a pheromone. Her thighs and legs were titans and her abs were
fucking cut. She stood and ran her hands across her body, the sensation of
touch was electric. This proximity, this ownership of  such immense power,
to wield the muscle to crush your opposition in your bare hands whether
they be men or cannons or tanks or fighter jets; to know that their armor
will tear apart like strips of cheese or cardboard, filled Brandi with such
unbelievable muscle lust for herself, her body rumbled, her knees buckled
and cum spurted from her pussy, she did not need to finish with her
fingers, her own mind-blowing density, the feel of her own mass beneath her
fingers pushed her to climax, again and again and again.

      The orgasms were cleansing, reinvigorating and ultimately distracting.
She had forgotten about the worms running about below her, pathetically
trying to stop her with their spitballs and tiny dicks. Brandi spared the
building that offered her such a stunning glimpse of the dominant creature
she had evolved into. She turned and started back toward the train
wreckage, curious about something. She lifted a husk of a train car up, one
that contained the remains of a laser cannon inside it. She studied it for
a moment and thought of the mystery gun that caused her so much pain. This
one was different. It did something else, but what? Whatever, she mashed it
like an accordion between her powerful arms. A few grenades bounced against
her, their heat flaring like a soft flea bite against Brandi’s hard, way
hard body.

      “Right, I almost forgot about you little boot-lickers.” And with that
Brandi used her tremendous feet to crush the noisome ants. Her toes that
still held the bad-ass black toenail polish Brandi enjoyed, it pleased the
dark side of her, the side she had completely given over to as she had
grown and bulked, these toes squashed the weak little foes flat. It felt
good to feel the warm ooze of their pathetic, bug-like bodies beneath her
soles, almost like a soothing lotion, “Mmmm, Momma like the feel of that.”
Brandi ripped buildings from their foundations, crushing them with her
amazing upper body, sometimes in bear hugs, sometimes rending them to
pieces with her arms, folding them in on themselves with severe
compression, other times wailing on them with her fists. She left the men
exposed and defenseless before indulging her newfound crush-lust and home-
made foot spa treatment. “Sooo fucking hot. I’m glad you little cum-stains
are good for something…”

      Brandi’s hearing was one of her senses that had improved markedly.
Sure, she sometimes got caught up in dealing out an ass-whooping to these
military douche-bags which distracted her, but at this particular moment,
she heard the sound of large motors back near the bay: two things caught
her eye as she spied out into the water, a suspension bridge jammed with
activity stood on her far left and amidst the burning wreckage a large
freighter was making its way towards the docks or what little remained of
them. The freighter did not appear armed, nor did it travel with any sort
of escort, not even a tugboat or two – highly suspicious or dumb, take your
choice. Two prime targets, both would get her attention, just which to
choose first.

      “Mistress Muscle Bitch chooses the bridge. All you little pricks are
in such a hurry to run away, I’ll miss out on playtime. And Momma likey her
playtime, right girls?” Brandi pumped her two fantastic biceps, pumped them
and pumped them letting them bulk out to their max, “God, yeah, you bitches
make me hot.” She flicked their swollen peaks with her long undulating and
sooo sensual tongue. Her bis quivered and popped under such attention.
“Let’s rage, babies!”

      She arched her back and inhaled deeply, unleashing a loud guttural
bellow as a warning, then strode quickly and dangerously to the bridge. The
water was cool and refreshing after the heat and sweat of battle, it
glistened an emerald green as she waded through it to her prey. The bridge
was backed up with traffic and as Brandi approached, it appeared incredibly
defenseless. On closer look, there were police spread out, offering token
protection and traffic management, but little else.

      The bridge stood chest high and looked fragile in comparison to
Brandi’s beefcake. She wrapped her two lethal pythons behind her head and
flexed her steel-plated abs at the weak little police men, “Go ahead, take
your best shot. Knock yourselves out,” she teased, the impending carnage
she would wreak was causing her crotch to tingle and drips of cum to leak
out, her pussy lips were still thick and swollen from all of the intense
stimulation. The men opened fire with impotently with their hand guns and
shotguns. A few had rifles, that did no more than tickle Brandi. She waited
a moment or two as the men darted between cars, being all cop-like and
pseudo-efficient and wasted their clips on her massive chest and robust
bouncing pecs. “Yeah, okay, getting kind of bored. You want to see some
shit?” she inhaled deeply and blew. The force of her lungs made the bridge
swing back and forth with freakish force, even Brandi’s lungs were fucking
strong. People toppled off and into the water below, cars slid back and
forth, but the bridge held together. “You feel that, that was what I like
to call foreplay, a tease, me brushing the tip of your dick with my tongue,
like this..” and Brandi pulled her right arm up into a power flex, pumping
it as before into a colossal mountain of peaked and packed muscle. She
darted her tongue out, teasingly and brushed the tip of the biceps peak, it
quivered and grew a little bigger, a little harder, “See what I mean. Oh,
by the way, this is one of my bitches, she’s big and bad and hates fucking
bridges.” Brandi flexed her left next, pumping it nice and fat and
fearsome, “This is the other, all she does is fuck up cops and whatever
little dick-shit they bring.”

      With that she raised her killer arms over her head and smashed them
down on the center of that bridge, it smashed in pieces, chunks of debris,
cable, cars, cops, their useless guns, commuters, brick and mortar and
ruptured steel flew through the air. In moments the center section was
gone, destroyed by Brandi. Two blows had savaged it. She grabbed hold of
the right tower as cars desperately tried to flee, crashing into each other
in the haste to evacuate – too little, too late. Her powerful arms began to
wrench it free, pulling the foundation up from the depths below. Cables
snapped under her incredible abuse, her ungodly torque ripped that tower
loose, all five hundred feet of it. Brandi pressed it over her head as more
of the bridge collapsed, sending a hundred more cars into the drink. She
used it like a barbell, doing shoulder presses, military presses, laughing
at the pathetic worms who were powerless to stop her and whose buildings
and bridges she destroyed as easily as if they were tinkertoys or
children’s blocks.

      “How long did this take you pillow-biters to build? Years? My muscles
are destroying it in seconds. You weak, pathetic worms, I’ll break all your
little toys and you little shit-wits are powerless to stop me!” Brandi
knelt still pressing her substitute barbell and drove the tower down across
her hulking thigh, it bent in half. With incredible power she mangled the
tower, bending it like Hercules would a steel rod, leaving it like
everything else that came up against her, flat-out useless. She strode to
the next section of the bridge, then leapt in the air and smashed down on
it with a flying elbow. A hundred foot track disappeared. “Where’s your
big, bad military now? Shitting themselves, if they know what’s good for
them. They’ve seen what these bitches can do!” Brandi mocked as she rose to
her feet and plucked cars from the next section and crushed them in her
fists like grapes. “What good would they do anyway? Your tanks are as tough
as soda cans; their shells are weaker than my farts. I love to feel how
feeble they are bouncing off my tits like spitballs, then crush their
little peashooter guns with my bare hands. You are little more than bugs to
me now, fleas and ants, no longer a threat, just a nuisance. See, how your
cars crumple in my fists. You cannot run, you cannot escape, I will rule
you all!” Brandi continued to eliminate any form of travel from the bridge.
She grabbed a bus and pressed it between her palms, mashing it flat, like a
bodybuilder would a beer can, its tires exploding, its passengers screaming
in terror. Only the last section of the bridge remained, and people poured
from their cars running for their lives, Brandi’s favorite.

      She put her mighty fists to work on the second tower. Her blows were
sickeningly strong and the tower had no resistance to them, within seconds
it toppled, pulling the last section with it and its cars and many
pedestrians too. There were probably cops too, firing away lamely, hoping
to stop the giantess, not that she noticed. She raised her arms in triumph,
the indisputable heavyweight champion, “How are you miserable little pukes
gonna stop this. I fucked that shit up like it was nothing. You make me
madder, I only get bigger and badder!” She spit on the debris. Then the
first patch of heat hit her, near the kidney. It stabbed like a little
knife. She turned, freaking pissed, the attack was coming from the
freighter or nearby it. A red laser cut through the air and fixed on her,
hitting her with a steady beam. It was now aimed at her midsection, her
killer fucking abdominals. Brandi was turning red with rage, literally over-
heating. If this weapon was meant to drain the energy from her like it had
Sheila, this was having the adverse effect on Brandi. She was nearly
glowing red, she roared and beat her chest with her fists, then focused her
intense gaze on the laser’s base. It was sitting just up on the only intact
section of the docks, not shielded in any way. Suddenly it crackled loudly
and its beam doubled, there was a second laser gun seated near it. They
doubled their power at the giantess.

      She laughed and squinted her eyes; her muscles bounced in anticipation
as a red beam shot from her murderous red eyes and struck the first laser
full bore. The weapon melted under the intense heat, then exploded once its
power source was exposed. She turned to the other and in moments reduced
that to a fireball too. The freighter’s engines erupted and smoke billowed
from its many chimneys as it began to make a hasty run from the port.
“What’s your hurry, I’m just getting started,” Brandi laughed as her red
glow grew fainter, but her eyes still burned wildly…

                              To Be Continued.
                              End of Part Four