All right, I had to do this. This is something that is more appropriate for Brawna, but is intended specifically for this thread. It’s very NSFW so try to read this in the privacy of your own home. I don’t normally write stories like this, but that photo was . . . inspiring.
Just a note, I’m not saving this file on my PC. So if you enjoy the story, I suggest you keep it on your hard drive for your own personal pleasure.
I hope you all like it.
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You follow Zsuzsi to a private room away from the main foyer and the flashes and yelling of the press. She looks at you with her cat-like blue eyes and beckons you with a purse of her full lips to follow. Her fingernails tap on a railing against the wall and cause her triceps to bulge beneath her striated shoulders when she holds onto it.
She looks over her shoulder and combs away a rogue strand of blond hair that fell in front of her eyes. Her chin is hidden by her angled and mountainous trapezius muscles that lay atop her neck and she bites her lip. Zsuzsi faces away from you after noticing the thickening of your manhood and slowly shifts her hips from side to side. Her back muscles flex and stretch along the slender curve of her spine, gyrating atop curvy legs which carried round glutes that strained her skirt until wrinkles appeared in the fabric.
She places her hands on the hem of her black dress and slowly tugs her skirt upward. The bottom of her ass jiggles but is restrained within the confines of her dress. Her thick hamstrings tightened into deep cords of muscle. She continues to look forward, ignoring you, and then pulls on her hem again. Her ass tumbles out of the dress and when the cool air smacks her skin, she clenches, revealing striated muscles in her glutes. She releases the tension and her butt inflates back to its round, firm-self with only a strip of thong to cover her opening.
Zsuzsi raises both hands to the back of her neck which stretches her skin outward from the huge lats that spread beneath her underarms. She snaps the thin neck strap and let’s the front of her dress fall between her pumped up legs. A flash of breast flesh shook from the side but she covers herself before you could see her nakedness. She moans, looks to you, bites her lip, then beckons you with a finger.
When you walk forward, Zsuzsi slips her finger beneath her pink thong and pulls it until the garment stretches over her ass like a rubberband. The opening between her legs sits before you and she resumes to place her hands on the railing. She bends down and stretches until her sculpted rear is all you see. You hesitate upon your first attempt. She gasps at the touch of you and her muscles all flex in unison. You feel a tightening around your manhood and consider withdrawing, but she reaches behind her back and pushes you into her.
Her breasts slap against her skin and her legs tilt forward and backward with every deep press you make. You can’t help but watch as you take her. Deep shadows appeared along her back where enormous muscles blocked out the light. The pace quickens and her quiet whimpers turn into charged moans.
She fumbles for your hand and finds her way to your fingers. She pulls your hand towards her chest and guides you to her nipple. You instinctually stroke it until the flat nub grows erect and hard. The slap of skin against skin grows louder and in your lust you reach for her other breast and fondle that nipple, commanding it to grow.
She now sinks herself into you, harder and stronger than you could have possibly imagined. Her bronze flesh bounces under your thrusts and the wall shudders as she slams her hands into them. You notice that with each pump you give to her, her body becomes difficult to grasp. Her breasts which fit in the palm of your hand seemed slippery now and could no longer fit. Her skin spills out from your fingers and you feel her get heavier. You notice her back rising up towards the ceiling as muscle stack atop one another. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Zsuszi loses control of herself and moans loudly as her body literally grows bigger.
Her ass now expanded up to your chest and you could barely wrap your arms around her body. You reach for her enlarged tits but are unable to go past the blockade of latissimus before you. You see her forearms shudder near the railing as they swelled in size. Thick veins ran up her growing arms like bolts of lightning and curled around her inflated biceps. Her triceps shot out like wings and piled muscle on top of muscle. Her waist jerked outward and a loud rip was followed by the fluttering of black fabric. Her body fell in a staccato one-two and when you look to the floor you see the stems of a heels roll across the floor. Her feet which had been wrapped in Roman sandal like heels, were now bare, toes wiggling on the floor.
Your endurance wasn’t ready for this. You had never dreamed of being with an amazon like Zsuzsi and now that she’s literally growing stronger, your manhood starts to act. You feel a rush of pressure beat against the tip of your staff and try to think of things to make this moment last longer. But she knows how you feel, she can sense the pending outcome and becomes even hornier because of it. Her nipples fully erect, her lips moist, her own climax beating against the walls. Zsuzsi screams from the feeling of your hardness and forces you to sink into her with tremendous force.
The floor quakes beneath your feet and her wails of ecstasy make you as hard as iron. Her body continues to grow tighter around your shaft and the enormous pressure building inside of you is starting to leak out. Zsuzsi is driven mad with pleasure and you can’t hope to control her anymore. She stands up from the railing and slowly raises her arms until every block of muscle on her back falls into place. Her biceps peaked, her shoulders sat like bricks, and her ass squeezed around your manhood and rubbed you until you couldn’t contain it any longer. You release all resistance into her body and see your excitement dribble down her leg. She gasps with a slight curve to her lips and runs her hands down her body. Her pleased coos tell you that it’s okay to withdraw your shrinking manhood from her incredible body.
As she takes slow, deep breaths, you start to see the change in her. Arms that you could barely wrap your fingers around shrank down to normal size. The ass which blocked your vision now sat pert and round atop her legs. The back which had spread wider than the bodies of two men, compressed into that of a single slender woman. You survey the room and notice the cracks in the wall and the railing that now sits crooked against it. She snapped her thong back into place and covered her majestic figure with the remnants of her dress.
She turns to you with a smile. “Can I borrow your clothes?”
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