[ratlaf]

The original thread pulled the "No-Reply" bug that's been floating around so, here's the story continued.  This is all I have so far so, it might be a while 'till there's more…  :-

The first parts are here:
http://amaz0ns.com/option,com_smf/Itemid,135/topic,7534.0/

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Once again I was so stoked to meet up with my mighty muscle maiden that again I was about 15 minutes early to the sushi restaurant.  This time I had to wait, and I stood there so nervously, checking my watch every fifteen seconds that the maitre d’ came out three times to ask me what the hell I was doing.  Every time I told him that I was waiting for my date and that we had a reservation.  Every time he looked at me like I was about to rob the place of all it’s sushi.

Finally  I saw her characteristic bobbed haircut bobbing up and down behind the cars parked on the other side of the street.  I could only see her head but the smile that lit up her face when she saw me standing nervously in front of the restaurant was so radiant that she seemed to have a halo surrounding her head.  I couldn’t not smile!

Then she squeezed her way between the parked cars to cross the street.  Squeezed!  She was massive!!!  She possessed more bulging muscle on one arm that any man ever would be able to build in his wildest dreams.  She actually got stuck trying to pass between two cars and her solution totally made any rational though impossible for me.  She gently pushed the two cars apart until she could get through.  The tires left skid marks as she moved them and the expansion of her muscles as they worked was unreal!

Then she began walking across the street.  The symphony of so much massively feminine muscle walking towards me with that predatory look in her eye unhinged me and I sat down on the sidewalk.  She had to move the next set of cars as well, and the sight of my petite and unimaginably muscled woman moving two cars apart so that she could fit her inhuman muscularity between them, all the while her gaze fixed on me nearly made me pass out.

She walked up to me and since she was standing on those six inch platform heels I’d seen in the video, she towered over me and lorded her bulk over me.  “Hey sexy!  I see you like what the gym does to me…” she said flexing one of her arms which expanded to quite a bit bigger than my waist size.  It was a massive, perfect, round, sculpted warm, marble muscle that somehow could only belong on a woman.  My woman!

“Iumana howsitz hi whoa…”

“Yep, my man definitely likes what the gym does for me.  Let’s get you standing up off the dirty ground,” and with one hand under my armpit she gently, but irresistibly, lifted me up off the ground, her biceps expanding to the size of her head.  She didn’t just lift me up so that I could stand again, she kept lifting me until she had me perched completely above her head, her arm straightened out.  I was most definitely the happiest man in the world!

This little scene was starting to attract a crowd, and she quickly noticed and realized that she was totally emasculating me.  I didn’t care because I was secure in my masculinity, but for the sake of embarrassment she set me down, and told the onlookers that this was our first date and that I hadn’t seen the full extent of her muscles yet.  I was just in shock at finding the woman of my dreams.  I concurred and we gracefully escaped the crowd, me with my arm on her shoulder, barely caressing her neck with my fingertips.  My one arm could barely reach across half the width of her massive shoulders!!

I opened the door for her and as expected she turned sideways to avoid obliterating the frame.  I noticed that even turned sideways she almost filled the entire doorframe with her prodigious breasts perched atop enormous pillowy pectorals…  When the maitre d’ saw her enter with me he instantly became super courteous, assumedly to make up for his previous suspicion of me.  I didn’t care because I was on a date with the most muscular woman in the world!

As she walked ahead of me she glanced back at me.  Her traps were so big that all that I could she was her one eye, still with that predatory look.  As she glanced at me, she flexed and expanded her back.  It was as if an eagle was spreading it’s wings.  Her back was so muscular and wide that it seemed that if she flexed any more she’d begin knocking over tables on either side of her as she walked!

I stumbled and almost took out the table I was passing.  With a knowing elated smile she looked back at where she was going.  We were led to a back table with the spindliest little chairs that I knew wouldn’t support even a fraction of her bulk.  She sat down and instead of the inevitable crash, she settled in comfortably.  I looked at her quizzically for a moment before sitting down myself.

“Oh I’m not actually putting all of my weight on the chair, it’d fold like paper underneath me.  My legs are holding most of my weight…  Here, feel them flex,” and she pulled my hand across and put it unashamedly on her massive quad.  It looked like my hand was a row boat in the middle of a muscular Pacific Ocean of sexy rock hard, female flesh…!  I shuddered with desire at touching her, feeling the warmth of her solid bulk, feeling the millions of volts of energy pass between us at my touch.

We both were visibly shaken at the amount of willpower it took to not ravish each other then and there.  Instead we focused on ordering our favorite pieces and rolls of sushi.  All the while though, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the beauty that was my Carly.  She looked like a living sculpture of muscle that I found impossible not to look at.  She had to divert my attention from the overwhelming contours of her hulking body to the menu and the task at hand.  Although, I noticed that she also couldn’t really focus on the task at hand and her eyes kept greedily devouring every inch of me.

Again, just like when we’d had coffee together, I was experiencing the need to sit up straighter and straighter just to look her in the eyes.  After we ordered I realized that I was definitely now looking up at her as she sat there with her massive muscles bulging from everywhere in every direction.

“Wait a sec Carly!” I said during a pause in her chatting, “Stand up for me, will you?”

“Sure thing you hot f___er” she mouthed the last word, “You wanna ‘nother look at the goods do you?”  and she stood up and on her six inch heels stood up to the 5’8” height she should be.  Then she flexed!  She put her hands on her hips and spread her lats out behind her while simultaneously flexing her shoulders, arms and gigantic legs.  The explosion of muscle she presented momentarily stunned me, and distracted me from the reason I’d wanted to check her height again.  “Like what you see my little lover boy?”

“Oh yeah!  I can’t wait to experience what you’re capable of.”

“Like giving you a one armed sky-job…?” she whispered in my ear as she ‘sat down’ again.

I totally dropped the sake I was holding.  She smiled at me and resumed chatting.  We kept our conversation away from her impossible and obvious muscularity and continued the process of learning about each other.

When the sushi arrived I could barely focus on what I was doing because the hypnotic motion of her muscles as they worked the chopsticks, and brought the pieces of delicious fish up to her moist waiting mouth, was enough to totally hypnotize me, like a snake does a bird.  I also had the impression that she was flexing her muscles on purpose, just to tease me with her massiveness.

That dinner was excruciating in its length because all I wanted to do was leap across the table and take her!  It mattered not to me that she was in possession of more muscle and strength than anyone on the planet, I knew that I could drive her crazy and with my passion and skills, totally overpower her ginormous muscularity!

Little did I know that she was struggling mightily with the same need.  She could see exactly how much she turned me on and wanted to take me then and there.  She told me later that she wanted to use one of her muscle bloated arms to lift me off the ground by my belt, hold me over her head as she kissed me, while she flexed her other monstrous arm for me to feel.  She wanted to wrap her arms around me and using just a fraction of her strength, barely flexing her muscles, squeeze me in a bear hug that would cause me to whimper with pleasure and borderline pain.  Only enough to make me want her that much more.  She wanted to wrap her legs around me and to lift my whole body into the air while she pretended that my weight was as inconsequential as a feather.  Which it really was!

How we both made it through dinner we’ll never know.  After, we walked around downtown for a while, enjoying the stares that everyone was giving us.  Imagine the picture we formed.  Me at 5’11” and slim with a runner’s build, and Carly, cute, bubbly, and totally smokin’ hot at 5’2” tall but pushing 300 plus pounds of muscle onto her tiny frame.  People repeatedly asked her to flex for their cameras and one guy even asked her to pick him up.  She denied him courteously and instead, asked which car was his.  He pointed to a jacked up F350.  She went over to it, put one hand under the frame, and with an unreal explosion of muscle stood up with the entire truck resting on one hand.  With a grunt she then pressed it over her head, still with just the one hand.  I had to have her then and there so I went to her and kissed her while she held the truck overhead.  After doing a thorough job kissing her, she picked me up by putting her other hand under my ass and lifting me over her head until her arm was straight above her.  This entire feat, although incredibly easy for her at her current size, received a resounding round of applause.

We continued to amble around, our arms around each other, or my arms across half her shoulders while her bicep was bulging into the small of my back and her deltoid and forearm were digging into either side of my waist.  We weren’t going anywhere in particular and all the while I enjoyed feeling her warm marble muscles, and she savored the feeling of being with a man who enjoyed her full muscularity.  We talked about everything and nothing but still stayed away from the impossibility of her body. 

We both knew we’d explore that in full later tonight, after I drove her home in her car…!

[TheGov]

YOWZA!!!  Don't you dare stop now!

[ratlaf]

YOWZA!!!  Don't you dare stop now!

Oh I'm not gonna stop, it just might be a while 'till I have another part done…

[ratlaf]

Another part done…!  ;D

*
I woke up and I saw flowers, and kittens, yep this was definitely not my bedroom.  With a smile I experimentally moved my aching body.  Damage assessment reported aches and pains resulting from the best night of wild sex I’d ever had.  Especially when that night was with my most muscular woman who fulfilled several of my wildest fantasies in the most spectacular fashion.

I rolled over to put my arm around my lady muscles and found my petite Carly instead.  Whoa… no matter her size she was an amazingly beautiful woman and I was so incredibly lucky to have found her.  Before I wrapped my arm around her I looked at the birth mark of the woman bodybuilder on her back.  It didn’t look like a tattoo, but it was definitely a hyper detailed image of Carly at her tallest and most muscular.  Interesting.

I wrapped my arm around her naked body and the comfort we gleaned from each other was immediate.  She felt so good in my arms, and I could tell that she was sleeping deeper now that I was holding her.

After a while though, I felt her growing as I held her.  She was still asleep but whatever she was dreaming about was causing her muscles to swell and expand and grow.  Very quickly I wasn’t able to wrap my arm around her shoulders anymore and settled for her waist instead.  Of course I was hard for her instantly and when I realized that I was within inches of being able to slide inside her from behind, I lost all willpower to my growing, sleeping woman.

The change in her was immediate.  She literally burst with muscle and, finally, after all the teasing she’d put me through, she was growing taller too.  After a half dozen strokes her torso was longer than mine, and by the time I was eye level with the middle of her back, still inside her, she’d woken up to find herself involuntarily growing into her fully muscled, giantess self.

“Mmmm, my man knows how to wake his little lady!” and with that she poured on the growth and went up onto her hands and knees.  She was now so big that I had to stand up on my feet just to stay inside her while she was on all fours.  It was amazing.  She was gigantic and impossibly muscular and just like last night, she would help pull me inside her with her vagina as I was thrusting forward.

After yet another set of orgasms, she pulled me back onto the bed and shrank down to her petite size.  “I guess you know all about me now, don’t you lover boy?”

“I suppose I do, but that’s only what your amazing body can do, there’s still sooo much more to learn about who you are.”

“Oooooh I knew you were a keeper.  Not only do you want me for this crazy freak show of a body that I have, which I totally love by the way, you want to know who I really am.” She said as she pulled my arms comfortably back around her tiny body.

We spent that Saturday together and she went right back to teasing me with her ability to grow to whatever size she wanted, and to do to me whatever she wanted.  We went to the pool where she’d filmed one of her videos, and she re-enacted the video for me.  As usual, it took all of our willpower to not take each other then and there in front of all the other people who were staring wide eyed at what they’d just witnessed.

We cooked dinner together and she’d take every opportunity to change herself whenever my back was turned.  When I’d turn around, I never knew if I’d get my hyper muscular but short Carly, my super tall but skinny Carly, my tall and muscular Carly, or some variation in between.  It was incredible and we very quickly lost all of our clothes as we cooked, because we kept getting distracted…

Finally we ate dinner naked.  I sat on her forearm and used the top of her monstrous bicep as a table.  This way I was facing my giantess and enjoying dinner in a way I’d never dreamed possible.  Imagine sitting on your woman’s forearm which is broader and more rounded than a horse, while your dinner plate rests on the upper swell of her bicep, that is just barely flexed from holding your weight, and is still nearly the size of your entire body!

Our second night together rivaled the first and we knew we’d have many more nights just as good!

We both had plans for our Sunday, but we started seeing each other on a regular basis after that.  She’d constantly tease me at every opportunity, through the phone, with her friends, with my friends, in bed, and I couldn’t get enough.  She drove me crazy and I totally loved it, and she had just as much fun.

Whenever we’d have a date she’d ask me what her look should be, and based on my answer, she’d describe in detail, her transformation.  If I wanted to be with a super tall Carly, she’d pretend to have a late growth spurt, and grow from her petite 5’3” to a gigantic eight foot tall giantess.  She reserved her 12 foot height for special occasions just between us.

She’d even surprise me in the middle of something.  She’d pretend she was coming down with something, or hit by a ray gun, or touched a meteorite, or something, and suddenly she’d grow taller and her muscles would begin growing.  She’d feign ignorance while she was transforming, ripping out of her clothes, acting panicked and freaked out, and then when she was done “painfully” transforming, we’d “re-discover” her new tall and inhumanly muscular body.

She was so playful and creative with her body’s abilities that we never got bored.  She was also so small in her normal state that I could do some of what she could do to me, which made it that much more exciting for her when she reciprocated because she knew what it felt like to be lifted into the air with only one arm, and held there while being on the receiving end of oral pleasure!

*

One time she did get a little carried away.  We were role playing that I was a hapless burglar who tried to rob her place in the middle of the day on a Saturday when she’s home.  Cheesy I know but I’d sent her our role playing code as a text message so she knew to expect me to do something…

When I “broke in” I found her at her normal petite size wearing those micro shorts from the mall film and a bikini top, sipping iced tea while reading a book on the couch.  I had a ski mask covering my face and was pretending to be sneaky, even though that wasn’t possible on her old hardwood floors.

“Who are you!” she squealed in mock surprise.

“Put your hands behind your back, don’t struggle and don’t make a sound.” I said holding up a water gun.  I could tell she was trying not to giggle as I tied her up while holding a water gun on her…  “Now, where’s your safe?”

“Oh, it’s over there,” she said pointing towards the closet, totally ripping apart the rope I’d used to tie her up.  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said looking coyly at the rope she’d casually ripped through, “do you want to tie me up again?”

As I did she said, “You know you’ll never get into the safe on your own.”

“I’ll figure it out.” I said as I opened up the closet and dragged out the safe, barely able to lift one side of it.  I looked at it quizzically for a moment before she piped up.

“How about you let me give it a try?” she asked and as I looked at her she grew to my height and her most muscular possible!  She was gigantic and so was I!  She picked up the safe with one hand, put her other hand on the top of the door, and as if she was ripping tissue paper, peeled off the top of the safe!

“There you go,” she said as she showed me the inside of her safe which was just filled with papers…

I was trembling with anticipation, and when she noticed she said: “Oooh, the big strong burglar is afraid of the weak little girl.  Unfortunately for him the weak little girl isn’t so little, and definitely isn’t weak!  I think he needs to be punished!”

And with that she picked me up with one arm, put me in the crook of her elbow, and proceeded to flex her ginormous bicep.  Very quickly I wasn’t able to breathe, and as her muscle pumped up and hardened even more as she was “punishing me” her hold on me became painful to the point where I was just barely aware of my ribs cracking before I passed out!

When I came to she was her normal size and looking totally devastated!  “Oh baby!!  I’m so sorry!!!  I was so into it, and you were just so cute with your little water pistol that I lost control.  I didn’t mean to hurt you!  Oh I’m sorry…!”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry my lil’ lady!” I said pulling her into my arms, trying to suppress a wince of pain, “you ripping the safe apart like tissue paper was more than worth it!  Ow! I do think I need to get my ribs taped up though…”

“Ok,” she said barely fighting back tears, “I’ll drive, you just take it easy.”  She came over to me and picked me up in a cradle carry while remaining at her petite size.  That always got me too, how she retained her strength, even without her muscular size!

I got wrapped up at the E.R. and that night she made her incredible mushroom soup!  It was totally delicious, made both of us horny because it was chock full of aphrodisiacs, and was her way of apologizing to me.  The next day she was back to normal as she pampered me, and within a few weeks I was back to normal too.

Once I was sure that I was totally healed, I sent her our role playing code text message one day, and “broke into” her house again, wearing a ski mask, and armed with a water pistol.  This time it was as even more incredible than I’d hoped it would be…!

*

I asked her one day why no one in the world knew of her shape changing abilities.

“Well, as far as I can tell, only people who can see my birthmark as a bodybuilder version of me, remember me when I transform.  All the other people who see and experience me as a muscled giantess,” she said as she almost instantly became her twelve foot height and inhuman muscularity, “after about an hour, all they remember is me at my normal size, doing whatever it was I was doing,” and just like that she was back to normal, “Cameras only show my normal self whenever anyone tries to take a picture or film me.  Although that’s just digitals, I had to use normal film for those videos and digitized it.  We should try THAT sometime little lover boy!  Filming ourselves as I take you…”  I was of course hard for her again, and this time she walked up to me with a smile on her face.

“Here, let me take care of that little guy for you…” she said as she caressed my crotch.  “Hmm, so I hear you like strong muscular girls who can lift you off the ground with one hand when they’re giving you a blow job?”

All I could do was nod.

“Hmmm, well let me give it a try.” and with that she tried to lift me off the ground, pretending to be as weak as she looked.  I noticed that after trying she was a bit more muscular.  “Nope, you’re still too heavy for these little muscles, but maybe if I tried a few more times, it felt like they grew a little from the effort.”  So she tried again and this time I felt myself lifted a little.  “Oooo working out feels so good.  My muscles like working…  Watch as they grow!”  I watched as she filled her body with powerful feminine strength.  This time she was able to lift me off the ground with both her arms but not hold me there for long.  Another “growth spurt” later she held me high enough to take me in her mouth.  And another spurt later she was holding me in the air with one arm while pressing me up and down into her mouth!

“See, all it takes is a bit or effort!”  I just whimpered and gurgled my thanks because I was always useless for minutes after she’d ravaged me…

*

She dressed up as She-Hulk at Halloween  Yowza!!!  That was something to see!

[trilliwig]

Ah, at last, an explanation for Carly's… perceptual discord.  Sigh, now if only such fantasies as Carly could come to life. 😉 Thanks for the fantastic story!

[Fonk]

That sounds like a good place to end.

Please don't end it there!

[ratlaf]

No… that's not the end, but I'm not sure what's next yet.  Again it may be a little while.  :-

Thanks for the comments!

[Ad_Meyer]

My dear Ratlaf,
One of these days, I'll have to send you my dry cleaning bills because
I have come in my pants so many times reading your stories…. lol

[ratlaf]

My dear Ratlaf,
One of these days, I'll have to send you my dry cleaning bills because
I have come in my pants so many times reading your stories…. lol

Dude!!!  Too much info…!!!  >:(

Glad you like my work but still…

[Ad_Meyer]

Dude!!!  Too much info…!!!  >:(

Glad you like my work but still…

Sorry about that.  I should have left the last line unsaid, and left
it up to readers to guess why….

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