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I don’t have a specific time frame for when this all started happening, I guess after we got a new president, but this forum has been slowly sliding into an US vs. THEM mentality which is worrying.

When Ashlee posts a link to She-Ra news stating, “LOOK AT THIS SJW BULLSHIT” and everyone chimes in with their “Yeah look at their liberal, forcing gays down our throats agenda.” This is worrying.

When I talked about the She-Hulk comic being dumb and boring to read, someone felt the need to point out that it’s the liberal political agenda being, again, crammed down our throats. Marvel editors are trying to hit their gay quota, whatever.

When Alex makes a broad statement about liberals destroying language, quite honestly, after a while, all this shit gets offensive.

It’s offensive because it continues the Liberals vs. Conservative war that is continually being waged in the real world. The greatest sin of it all is that Libs and Conservatives are two wings of the same bird. I can list an equal amount of bullshit conducted by both sides. Not all of us Democrats agree with calling transgenders “they.” Or whatever silly pronoun they want to use. And not all conservatives believe in Jesus Christ.

I don’t want threads to get locked, but I also don’t want this community to turn into a political agenda playground. I don’t give a fuck if you’re a republican. And you shouldn’t give a fuck that I’m a democrat. Last time I checked, you guys posting a link to photos of a new FBB has nothing to do with your political affiliations. Stop talking about your SJW hatred on the forum and blaming the other political party for something you’re not happy with.

I get it, your pissed that media is pushing an agenda. That doesn’t mean we’re doing the same here on this forum. This is a neutral zone where both parties can leave the politics out of all FBB related discussions and TV shows.

My story “I have a Problem” got removed from DA. If I were to use the mentality forum members have been using here, I would say something along the lines of, “Those conservative, christian-based puritans removed my story which was only about a man making love to a she-hulk. I blame these stupid Republicans for making the rest of the world squemish to the idea of licking a green hairy pussy.”

Does this sound like a logical argument to you? No.

Leave the political bullshit for the election polls. On this forum, if you have news on female muscle, artwork, stories, whatever. Then just leave it on-topic with female muscle. Don’t proselytize your political affiliations because no one gives a shit. If our community can’t grow the fuck up and be the only place on the Internet where I don’t have to hear someone lamenting about politics, I will start reporting threads. (This includes you Ashlee. Your She-Ra thread is the most prominent, inflammatory one that comes to mind.)

Stop fanning the flames to a pointless ideological war. At the end of the day, we’re all here to exchange news about female muscle. This is supposed to be a peaceful forum where it doesn’t matter what side of the fence you sit on. That’s all I want from this community. Nothing more, nothing less. Continuing these political diatribes will turn Amaz0ns into an unwelcoming, unfriendly place to visit.

My greatest fear is that this community and all of its members have become too old. Some of us started visiting this forum when we were teenagers. Before the politics, before jobs, before we could even vote. As this community gets older, I feel it’s going to inevitably drift into a political warzone. I really hope that as a rule, we can leave the politics out of it. But if not, then I guess it will be time for some of us to leave the community behind.

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I couldn’t book Kristin because I would want her to pose topless. Gosh that woman drives me insane. Love, love, love her.

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Censoring a story DOES make it less interesting. I was going to spice up my remake of A Rage Within with some smex, but now I know DA will pull it.

I also hear the Tumblr is going to be making private all ADULT content on the site.

So we’re really running out of places to post steamy fiction and artwork.

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I selected Mature Content (STRICT) for nudity and sexual themes.

I was also surprised it was deleted because, for starters it was just text. There was also no violence or rape or anything particularly inflammatory. And . . . I’ve had artwork up for more than 6 months that was erotica based.

My naughty doodles #1 was up since either March or April, don’t remember the exact date. Naughty because the woman is touching herself in bed and it was pretty explicit. But this artwork was not touched or deleted for several months.

Once I uploaded this story, that doodle got deleted along with it.

I think my mistake was tagging the story as erotica fiction. Or even just tagging it period. I’m tempted to reupload it with no tags but I don’t want to risk getting banned.

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I forgot to mention that if you enjoyed this story, you should leave a comment. As of right now, this forum is the only place where this story is posted. DA deleted my story from their website and I don’t have a Tumblr or any other social media website where I can post it.

So if you enjoyed this story and want to read more, let me know as I do have one or two more I can cook up.

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50!? Holy shit she looks amazing!

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The bed hops against the floor. Mirror vibrating. Photos fall from the walls. Her wet slurps fill my ears along with her moans of pure sexual pleasure. I dig my nails into her hard, striated glutes, and push her onto my cock as hard as I can. I pant out of breath as her gargantuan body pulverizes me into near unconsciousness.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell.

She roars and grows bigger than I had ever seen, huge like a fucking semi truck. My seed explodes inside her pussy as she seizures into a massive orgasm. Semen spills out of her crotch and drips down my shaft in slow bursts. I pull out but it’s too late to stop. My semen squirts all over her abs and gets trapped in her pubic hair.

Melissa hunches forward and drenches me in her juices. Her body wracks with convulsions as a flood of ecstasy pours out from her muscular legs. Fingers, tits, legs, all of it vibrates as if electricity were shocking her system. And then it was over.

She fell next to me, adjacent to my deflating penis. Her green skin quickly faded to white as her muscles began to wither. Surprisingly, seeing Melissa’s fair skin while her muscles were still huge almost made me hard again, but everything I had was spent.
And it didn’t take long for the veins and bulk to disappear. Her feet, which had once grown so large that they burst out of her sneakers, had shrunk to their narrow, compacted size. Calves which were once larger than baseballs had become thin and smooth. Glutes which once blocked my view of her face and back had returned to their jiggly fatness. Her back which had sundered her shirt had now compressed and folded into her small frame.

Melissa transformed back to her normal self and my dick was hanging off the side of my thighs like a drunk with a hangover. She opened her eyes which regained their blue hue, looked at my flopped over dick, then rested her head on her hand.

“That was the best sex I have ever had in my life.”

She slid her finger down my chest and bit her lip as if she wanted to go for round 2. Surely that was impossible. There was no way she would want to go through that again.

“Would you get hard if I didn’t have green skin?”

“Right now? Probably not.”

“You sure?”

She gently wraps her hand around my tired member. I didn’t understand why she was grabbing me, there was no way I could go again. As I reach down to pull her hand away, I notice that her forearm had swollen in size and that python sized veins were shooting up to her growing biceps.

Melissa picks her head off her hand, looks at her bicep, and watches her muscles grow. “Oooh,” she cooed. “I’m getting big again.” She briefly glances at my cock then continues to stroke me.

“Looks like I’m not the only one growing,” she said with a grin. “I bet you’re just dying to know what my muscles look like without the green skin.”

“No, Melissa please.” I said over the sound of her stretching skin. “Not again.”

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My dick tore out of my boxers as if it were a heat seeking missile. I was tempted to grab hold and make it cum once and for all, but the sight of Melissa’s ass drove me crazy. I had to have her. I crawled over the bed with my dick dragging against the sheets. I lifted it up with one hand and mounted Melissa from the rear. She wobbled from side to side as I guided my cock into her waiting pussy.

Melissa moaned in ecstasy and looked at me over her muscular shoulders. I thrust my hips back and forth but she didn’t budge. No matter how hard I slammed into her, the only thing that would move was the undulating skin of her glutes. “Fuck me,” she howled. Her butt slapped against my groin as I sawed her with my penis. She braced herself against a nearby dresser and allowed me to ram her as hard as I could. She grunted, “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” with each thrust.

And I’d say that the most ironic thing about it all is that I’m not even an ass man. I’m a muscles and tits man, an ass or pussy has never given me an erection. But with Melissa, I can’t help but touch myself whenever I see her naked, giant ass. I thought she was going to let me ejaculate inside of her, thought that this fantasy was going to end with me fucking her doggy style.
And then the back hand came.

The hundreds of overgrown muscles I had lusted over smacked me in the face. I fell back with my penis catapulting toward the ceiling. I shook my head, wondering what the fuck happened, and looked in her direction. Melissa stood up, her muscles wide and drooping as she rose, her crack deep and dark. She turns her head, then slowly turns her body until I could see her massive tits, six pack abs, and hairy vagina.

She put her hands on her hips, spread out her lats, then grunted with savage lust. “Mmm,” she purred as if salivating over her own muscles. She climbs onto the bed and the legs snap. The bed crashed and tilted in her direction. She laughed, pleased with herself then crawled to me. She spins around, backs her ass cheeks onto my throbbing penis, and clenched.

Melissa trapped my dick within her ass crack. She twerked, slowly, forcing my shaft to skid against her puckered asshole and lubricated lips. She was crushing my dick with her muscular glutes and I didn’t want her to stop. Drops of cum were spilling onto her green skin but I held the load back. And without any guidance from me, she picked herself up and crammed my dick into her ass hole. She hopped up and down and tortured me with her incredible body. I couldn’t . . . I couldn’t hold it much longer. Melissa stops right before I can climax and turns around for the final lap.

She takes a moment to stare at me. I could tell she was reveling in the fact that I had no control over how hard I got when I looked at her. Then it dawned on me. That whole “you raped me” insanity was just an act, an excuse to get herself pissed off so she could transform again. If she had truly been angry, She-Hulk Melissa would have killed me. She waits near my cock, flashing the biggest smile I had ever seen. She knew how hot she was making me and she was going to make me beg for it.

“Please,” I said. “I can’t hold it anymore.”

Melissa swallows me with her pussy and starts gyrating her hips. She parts her mouth and lets out a soft, “Ah. Mm. Uh. Ah,” with each slap of our touching flesh. Then -she- got turned on. She starts hopping a little faster, grinding a little harder, muscles flexing a little larger. I’d look down and see her lips stretch out as she pulled on my cock then flattening as she sat down. Her ass undulated every time it hit my skin and her abs popped out with each panting breath she took.

“Grr,” she said in semi-savage, mostly turned on voice. “Look at my muscles.” She flexed her right arm until her bicep was about to explode. She looked at it, caressed it with her fingers, then flexed her left arm. She looked at her other arm and moaned as if seeing her giant muscles had nearly made her cum. She looks at me with a hint of torture in her eyes. She begs me to look at her muscles.
I gasp at the sight of her. All of Melissa’s muscles were fully pumped and swollen to near bursting. Her breasts had gotten so large that I had to look between her cleavage to see her sexy face. “I’m so fucking big.”

She could talk this entire time!? My brief mental distraction quickly faded away as the tug on my cock warned me of a pending eruption. I put my hands on the pipes of hamstrings between her legs. I feel the hardness of her muscles and the softness of her supple skin.

I skim my hand over to her clit, my fingers dig through her hair. I extend my thumb and push it against the swollen knob rubbing against my dick. I thrum it vigorously. She throws her head back with both arms still in the flexed position. “Ah! Fuck me. Fuckmefuckmefuckme.”

Melissa was losing her mind. Her stomach flexed and relaxed between bouts of her throwing her head back. She kept her arms flexed, her biceps fully pumped, because she knew it was driving me crazy. I braced myself with the other hand and rubbed her clit as fast and hard as I could. The slapping grew louder, her muscles grew larger, every hit sent pain down my legs. Her lats widened, breasts fattened, she roared and flexed harder. I heard her muscles stretch, smelled her moist sex, I couldn’t fight it anymore.

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She drops her head and takes me into her mouth. I can’t see her face anymore. The top of her head jerks up and down.
“Mmm…” she goes, “mmm, mmm.”

I can feel her tongue curl around my pipe. Her lips gliding across my skin. If she’s tasting some of my pre-seed, she makes no complaints or disgusted faces. She’s too big to gag on my size, so I lean back and enjoy her slurping on my cock. But then, to my horror, she grips my dick with her ogre sized hand. She squeezes so tight that I cry out in pain. Startled, Melissa pulls away and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She grins mischievously and crawls toward me.

I watch the striations in her arms ripple as she moves. Her triceps pulse out and in with each cumbersome movement she takes. Her veins are like bolts of lightning streaked across mounds of swollen verdant muscle. She grinds her abs against my cock, tickles it with her pubic hair, then she consumes me with her tight pussy.

“Ohhhh,” she says after sinking into me. “Mmm.”

The fact that I hadn’t yet orgasmed was a miracle. I thought for sure I was going to explode on her tits or in her mouth, but somehow I kept control. I must have been craving her pussy more than I thought in order to have lasted this long. Melissa puts her full weight on me and nearly takes my breath away. She is incredibly heavy, but seeing her hips gyrate over my cock makes it all worth it. I watch her tuft of pubic hair appear and disappear like the bow of a boat getting lost in the waves. Her abs flex and relax. Her pussy is surprisingly soft and gentle.

Suddenly, without warning, Melissa grabs onto her chest. She pinches her nipples in circular motions. A pained expression crunches her face as she places her giant feet next to my hips. Taking on a catcher’s posture, Melissa starts to pound me with her pussy.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Her skin slaps against mine. The floor quakes. The bed squeaks loudly. Melissa arcs her whole body and screams. Her leg shakes like a vibrator set on high. Her juices spill onto my groin. And not even one second after she finishes seizuring on top of me, she shrinks.

I’m lying there on the cusp of an orgasm, and she’s shrinking. The grip of her tight vagina weakens. Her gorgeous emerald muscles retreat into her body and shift back to normal fair skin. Her head lowers from the ceiling and her body which had spanned the width of the bed was now contracting between my hips. And because of this, she wasn’t the only one who had started shrinking. I didn’t want to fuck the average girl, the annoying hippie. I wanted to fuck the jade giant she had transformed into.

Her muscles were gone, the slight pudge in her belly returned. Her nipples had become mere pimples of what they had been. Her feet once huge and trollish were now dainty and small. I missed my chance. She-Hulk was gone.

Melissa snaps out of her daze and looks around the room, confused. Then she sees me, sees that my dick is still inside her, and she immediately jumps off. She throws one arm across her breasts and shields her pussy with the other hand. She looks at me as if she had woken up from a drunken one night stand.

“What the fuck just happened?”

I am naturally confused by this sudden change of behavior. “What do you mean?”

“Where the fuck are my clothes?”

“Umm, you grew out of them,” I say.

“Why am I wet?” She gasps and gives me an accusing look. “Did you rape me?”

“Are you serious right now? You came onto me. You’re the one who wanted to have sex.”

“I wouldn’t do that you fucking liar! Oh my God, I can’t believe this. You raped me. You fucking raped me.”

Melissa was getting upset and I’m sitting here more confused than a fart in a fan factory. You were there, you saw her come onto me. I tried to explain the situation, reminded her of when she said that I liked when girls got bigger. But this only made her angrier.

“You’re a liar, you’re a fucking liar. Arrrgh!”

Melissa grabs onto her head and falls off the bed. I considered going to help her, but since she was acting like a nut job, I decided it to stay put. As I’m sitting there, waiting for her to calm the fuck down, I hear an odd stretching sound. Melissa shoots up from the edge of the bed and I see her bare naked back. While her hands are gripped onto her curly hair, several groups of muscles erupt from her back.

“Oh shit,” I say. “It’s happening again.”

“Urrrgh!”

She disappears from view and I can’t see her anymore. All I can hear is Melissa groaning and her skin stretching as if someone had sat down on a leather couch.

“Ur . . . urr . . . uurrrrrgh.”

Hearing her grow was (almost) more of a turn on than watching her clothes rip. I listened to the sound of her muscles expanding, the brutish grunt of her voice, and I found myself stirring at the loins. Two giant ass cheeks breached over the bed and blocked my view of the wall. I stared at her puckered asshole and juicy wet vagina, and swelled when her pale skin quickly faded to green.

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Melissa turns around as the muscles in her arms and upper body begin to expand. There’s a look of confusion on her face as she stares at her right arm. She still doesn’t know what’s happening even as her bicep groans and stretches. The fact that the transformation still catches her off guard is so fucking hot and such a massive turn on, I slip my cock free and stroke it harder.
An emerald, veiny bicep tears open her sleeve and grows taller than my erection. She’s completely horrified as her arm explodes with gigantic, mutated, muscles. I thought she was hating the transformation, hating what she was becoming. Then I saw the erect nipples poking under her shirt. The room wasn’t cold.

I dribble from my tip and juice is streams down my shaft. I grip myself harder, rub a little faster, as Melissa’s head continues to rise towards the ceiling on a tower of pyramid shaped trapezius muscles. As much as I don’t want to look away from her still expanding torso, my eyes find their way to her fat ass. Her left ass cheek quickly pushes through her shredded pants and is then followed by the right. Her muscular glutes continue to swell and tremble from the intense growth. Her pants (shorts, now) fall past her corded thighs and land around her ankles. Her panties which had initially spanned the width of her ass have now been sucked into her ass crack, turning into a string thong. I think about biting her hard ass cheeks and burying my face in between.

She’s become a deep, avocado hue now, which is also odd because I’m not a fan of green skin. If I’m imagining a girl hulking out, I prefer to see their muscles naked and in their natural complexion. But for some reason, dreaming of Melissa going green makes my dick erect. And what makes me even harder is when I see the damp spots staining her crotch. She gets so wet, you can see rivulets of juice getting trapped inside the striations of her thighs. She might not sound turned on, but she clearly is.

So now all that’s left is her dwarf sized shirt. I’m in awe of the pillars of sexy muscle rippling up and down her abs. Her lats are spread wide and her under arms are grey with sweat. Her nipples are so fat and erect, it looks like two tent poles have been stuffed under her shirt. Judging from the strained look on her face, Melissa looks like she is about to explode . . . and I can’t wait.

Her apple shaped tits finally grow. Her shirt spreads across her fattening breasts, crawling higher and higher until two lumps of green flesh jiggle out. Her nipples grow harder, longer, mimicking the size of my gigantic dick. I’m close to bursting, liquid is pouring out and I am completely enthralled by Melissa’s transformation. I want to bend her over the bed and hammer her wet pussy, maybe even her puckered asshole if she lets me. But I have to stop.

I don’t want this to end too quickly. I still want her to put her mouth on my dick and suck it with her green lips. I want her to ride my cock. I want to bite on her nipples and grab her ass as she pounds me with her crotch. I nearly lose it, I feel the semen pounding against the walls. I let go of my dick and wait for Melissa’s body to stop growing.

She roars loud enough to shake the walls. The back of her shirt splits open and a crooked line snakes its way down her spine. The meaty pile of rocks composing her back, push out of her shirt like an angry mob, snapping her bra clasp. She faces me and arcs her back until her nipples are pointing at the ceiling.

“Roar!”

The front of her shirt rips in two. Her breasts settle atop her abs hypnotically. The remnants of her shirt get caught between her gargantuan arms and muscular shoulders.

Her traffic cone sized nipples are jutting out from oblong shaped areolas, staring at me, teasing me.
I’m in love. Which in this context it means: I am at maximum hardness.

She pushes her arms together as if holding a bouquet of flowers. Her biceps squeeze her breasts together creating a dark canyon of cleavage. Now when she looks at me she smiles. She knows what she’s doing. Her short curly brown hair touches her shoulders and has become wild and dark green. Her glasses had long fallen off, but her dimples still mark her cheeks, and her eyes are no longer blue.

I thought she was done growing, thought the transformation was over, and then it started again. Melissa closed her eyes and bit her lip. She pinched her nipples and rubbed her tits in circles. Her feet spread wider, muscles grew bigger, her head rose past the dresser, then the doorway, until she finally bumped the ceiling.

The elastic band snaps and her panties split in half. Out comes a tuft of curly black hair, a swollen clitoris, and crooked, wet lips. She grins in all her naked glory. My penis juts out in her direction. She stares at my throbbing member and licks her lips.

Melissa crawls onto the bed. The frame groans and sinks in her direction. She slaps her giant hands against her enormous tits and pushes them together, clamping my painful erection within her cleavage. She pumps her chest up and down. The shaft of my penis smacks against her chiseled pecs. Her nipples point at the bed, bounce up to look at me, then drop to the bed again. Melissa moans with pleasure. Her eyes remain locked on the wet thing stuck between her beautiful green tits.

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