Chapter 10
"You didn't think I forgot about you Tom, did you? I couldn't forget about you, my big worship man, you've been so amazing, I don't think I've ever come that hard! It must be from all this hot, hard.... muscle pumping.... Ooooohhh..... I'm SO big and jacked up, Tom, I feel like I might explode, I'm SOooooo yoked, have you ever seen anyone this BIG, Tom, anyone this ripped?" Krissy teased him gently, alternating between silky whispering and seductive, soft throaty whining, and finally turning her naked, hulking form to face him, titantic slabs of muscles swaying, hardening and engorging with her strangely dainty piruoette. Her bursting, meaty breasts swung a split second behind the teen's impossible bulk, jiggling a bit as the inches-thick plates of rippling muscle caught up with her spin, her tiny pink nipples protruding and looking hard as concrete, each pec-topping thimble deformed by pulsing veins that ran underneath them and then across her mammoth chest like roadmaps.

Tom moaned loudly, whispering to himself in what sounded like gibberish save the occasional utterance of muscle groups and profanity. He was licking his lips, his arm swinging furiously as he continued to pleasure himself maniacally, wild, wide eyes trying to look every where at once, to try to take in her completely outrageous, mad scientist's creation of a physique individual muscle by hot, throbbing muscle.

"What's that, Tom?" she bent down slightly, holding a cupped hand to her small ear in pantomime, enjoying her dominance, and whispered low and softly, "You think I should get bigger still? Bigger STILL? I'm not big enough for you STILL, Tom?" she squeaked the last, green eyes widened in feigned surprise, and she tilted her head back thoughtfully, causing her bull neck and 2x4 traps to erupt with thick, swollen musculature.

"Well......" she cooed, tapping her small chin with one perfectly pink-laquered fingernail, "Okay, I'll just milk these little girl's muscles til they're even bigger, til I'm the biggest, hardest, vascular little muscle-bunny you've ever seen! I bet ya'd like that!" she exclaimed in a sing-song little girl's voice. Tom continued muttering incomprehensibly as she finished, shuddering a bit at her words.

"Rosa, turn around, I'm gonna pump my body to the maximum, force myself into a fucking huge, bulging muscle-beast for my little man here, so this might get a little ... ugly, " Krissy breathed a little harder now, becoming quickly aroused again at the thought of the size she would shortly balloon herself to, and then grunted slightly, hardening her nightmare physique slightly in preparation for an apocolyptic, full-body volcanic flex that would be the last, a body-filling eruption of impossible, drug-induced, horrifyingly striated muscles that would push the limits of her shiny, taut, tanned skin to rupture. Rosa, initially watching Krissy like a pet watches it's master, shielded her eyes as told with one arm, standing and turning her back to both of them.

"Here we go," Krissy said softly, brushing her lace-bowed pigtails back behind ominously bulging traps, and went into a crab pose, simultaneously flexing every muscle on her body - and there was plenty of huge, monstrous muscle to flex.

Her already massively pumped up physique, from head to toe, inflated instantly with the initial movement, ballooning to a ridiculous size that nearly burnt-out Tom's remaining awareness, and receded in size ever so slightly as they cut up when she hardened her straining muscles through sheer willpower, knowing the terrific levels of tension she was putting on her freak-show musculature would be nearly impossible to hold and full of racking pain if she did manage to hold the flex for any small amount of time.

Krissy's ballooned, stretched skin groaned dangerously, shiny and taut everywhere but nearly translucent when it came to her armor-plated torso - bloated, striated, melon-sized mounds that rumbled slightly with the twitching of her unnaturally massive, fully flexed pectorals, inch thick veins growing from her muscle cleavage like vines to spread across each disgustingly quivering, horribly pumping block of meat.

"HHHHGGGNNNNNHHHAA!" she cried out, her voice becoming hoarse and cracking with the violent screams that erupted from her every few seconds now as her muscles locked up in singularly excruciating pain, pumped to their absolute fullest allowable volume, engorged with blood, and covered in throbbing veins and arteries that snaked between insane bulges and valleys of pulsating, sickening, overblown girl-meat.

Krissy's face was a rictus of intense pain, her brows furrowed together as tears slid from her tightly clenched, mascara-ed eyes and ran a grey trail down her rose-colored cheeks, to be lost in the slick of sweat that had rained moments before from what seemed like every pore, pooling around the pec insertions so obscenely thick they covered her collarbones completely..

Krissy's skin was glistening with sweat and the remants of posing oil, strangely stretched and taxed from the incomprehensibly huge muscles that she wanted and needed so badly to pump their girth to their physical limit, to be the most insane, JACKED girl ever, to pump herself up so huge with titantic, razor sharp muscles that Tom would never be able to look at another huge female bodybuilder and get hard again, no matter the amount of muscle they had piled on, abusing their bodies in their relentless search for more mass - SHE was the biggest, most cut, the most roided-up - she was a muscle-goddess!

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned alarmingly loud, her mouth open and a weird, low creaking groan now coming from it, her bulbuous, mass-injected physique now completely expanded to its' full-out limit, traps the size of cooking hams flattening her small ears to her skull, framing her agony-filled, tear-stained, gorgeously and outrageously still feminine face with impossible, overtly maculine slabs of muscle. Her eyes rolled back in her head drastically as she fought off the excruciating pain for another second, neck corded with huge tendons and veins, her entire body trapped in a muscle-locking, vibrating, abhorrent flex, breaths coming in savage grunts.

"I'M AT MY MAX, TOM!" she spit slightly as she groaned out like an animal, as her intelligble words lowered into a keening wail of pain, the effort of speaking obvious alongside the titantic most muscular pose she still held despite the feeling of deep, cutting razorblades all over her enormous, twitching, colossus of beefy groups of balled muscle, sinew, and vascularity. Every inch of her unbelievable, bloated body was infested with crawling, pumping veins and cabled arteries, feeding blood to the monstrous, thick masses of muscle erupting from her five-foot frame like they were trying to escape her saran-wrapped skin.

"I'm a fucking MUSCLE BEAST TOM! Look at ME! HNNNGGGAAAAAA! Look at my fucking ...... GIANT bulging muscles, Tom! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod OHMYGOD ohmygod ...... HHHHHNNNNGHHH! SO YOooKED! .... ANNNNNGGGHHHH!" Tears, sweat, and drool now ran in separate tracks freely down her tortured face, and the impossible young girl's unstoppable vascularity had finally swallowed her tree-stump neck and began to creep along her contorted visage, splitting her forehead and cheeks with ugly, purplish veins, ruining her previously gorgeous face with the after-effects of all of the muscles she had forcibly stuffed mercilessly into her once slight, female frame. Rosa lifted her head slightly at Krissy's screams, gasped in fear and instinctual revulsion at the sight, and quickly ducked her head under her arm again, sheilding herself from the abomination of femininity and nature.

Tears ran down Tom's face as well, partly from his blatant fear of the unnatural, science lab monstrosity in front of him, and partially from relief as his long-awaited ejaculation finally happenned in the face of steroid-edificed, teenaged muscular armageddon.

Krissy's face, trapped and squeezed in slightly, forcing her mouth into an 'o' by the impeding mass of her maxed-out, inflated neck and traps, was now frozen in an almost cute look of surprise, the excruciating, scream-inducing, unbearable pain subsiding for just one instant to make way for a second, tremendous orgasm of her own, the hulking muscle-girl dropping heavily to one knee in uncharacteristic total submission of control, weird groans, whining and grunting emitting from her open, trembling and pouty pink lips incredibly loudly, and still the teenaged freak of nature was holding her monumental, shaking, physique-inflating crab pose, as her spunk gushed out once again with surprising volume to spackle granite hard, meat-stuffed thighs.

Krissy's head was down, shaking slightly, and her body was absolutely revolting - all she was was big, striated, veiny, grossly inflated and pumped up impossible muscle-meat with a pigtailed head atop, her body no longer appearing quite human, much less that of a teenaged girl. Femininity got slapped across the face by bulbous, thick traps, shredded, vein-webbed bowling balls of jumping pectorals, bulging melons of biceps and matching, bloated horseshoes of triceps, and not in the very least her cobblestone-paved, wide and thickly vasculated abdominals.

Finally, at the apex of her tremendous, groaning, earth-shaking flex, Tom emitted a humorously girlish scream as his jism sprayed from him like a firehose, foot long ropes erupting from him and shooting impressively over the massive swollen mountain of shoulder and boulder-shaped trap of the dangerously, unbelievably thick, sweat-slicked, quivering naked young female bodybuilder just a few spare feet from him.

"MMMmmmmm......" Krissy moaned, strangely soft and girlish after the animalistic grunting and groaning of seconds before, "God, that was incredible! Tom, you've got VIP status with me, I've NEVER gotten this pumped, this enormous, I mean, Jesus, I'm a freak!" she puffed between hard breaths that swelled her enormous chest, laughing lightly as Tom went into light convulsions at the sound of her silky voice, his spraying limited now to a still impressive squirt every few moments as his crying and moaning both lowered in volume and finally ceased.

"And, of course, the whole coming twice thing, that always helps," she chirped cheerfully.

She turned around, finding her disintegrated lace panties and split bra on the floor near the bed with a look of confusion, as if she had forgotten about the titantic, body-swelling flexes that had rendered them useless, a slight frown on her face.

"Well, this isn't very good," she pouted, finding the pieces of her tiny, button up blouse that she'd destroyed hours before when her body had only been unbelievable, not pumped to popping with steroid-induced, monstrous, mind-frying musculature. Finally, she spied the trench she had worn over it all to get through the lobby as inconspicuously as she could and get to Tom's room. She picked it up, and pulled it over her hulking, bulging shoulders and traps after she got the coat over her arms with little struggle.

"Don't worry, the swelling will go down, my muscles get really big when I pump them up, and then they get a little more 'normal', like when I first got here," Krissy giggled, starting to button up the large, resisting trench. "If by normal you mean guns bigger than twenty inches," she teased, throwing a small flex of her giant bicep his way, the fabric of the trench swelling dangerously and becoming tight on her bloated arm.