The Amazing and Terrible Growth of Sheila: Part Ten
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
My Guns Are Bigger!


The military, the populace were left to come up with a plan. No one had ever
come up against something like Sheila in real life. So much monstrous might in
one unstoppable creature; what could possibly bring her down? Bigger weapons
needed to be deployed, more men and more weapons that was the bottom line.

Where would the giantess strike next? This was the question lingering on
everyone's minds. She had disappeared back into the water like a powerhouse
mermaid. That was hours ago and people wanted to be prepared for her next
attack. She was as clever as she was powerful, a dangerous mix of brains and
colossal brawn.

The people would not wait, they began to mobilize to neutralize the threat she
posed. Sheila's fury was terrifying to behold, it needed to end but where and
how? Things had progressed beyond the national guard front, as much force as
could be put into motion was. Little did the people know that when she
reemerged, Sheila would be far away from their plans and defenses.

The Shaigan docks were flooded with activity; ships moved in and out,
freighters filled to the guts with cargo. Sheila rose from the depths a mile
from shore. The saltwater had felt so cool and refreshing against her
sun-kissed skin. It felt good to swim and soothe her powerful muscles. When
she rose, the water flowed from her sculpted beefy frame, glistening in the
sunlight. Her muscles looked explosive, their power both seductive and
terrifying. Sheila spread her lats, pumped her arms playfully. Mmmm, she felt
so big and unstoppable now. So many toys floated near the docks for her to
play with; so many puny worms to dominate with her thick potent muscles.
Sheila laughed her deep throaty laugh as she moved confidently to the shore.

Here, far from the sight of her last assault, little thought had been put to
protecting the docks. A small flotilla of lightly armed boats patrolled as did
a few police boats along with several squad cars watching the roads leading to
the docks. Sheila caught up to a freighter headed out to sea. She pumped her
big right bicep and whispered to it, causing it to thicken more,"Fuck this
shit up. Show me how powerful you are. Make me wet, baby." The freighter tried
to speed past Sheila. Sheila was too quick and strong. Sheila punched the
front of the freighter with her titanic right. Her jackhammer fist crumpled
steel and ripped an ugly gash in its hull. The freighter bounced roughly in
the sea as it struggled to escape Sheila's dominant muscles. Sheila struck
heavily with her left as the ship did its best to slip away. Her left was
nearly as destructive as her right: it ripped through the rear part of the
freighter leaving a gaping hole in the deck. Again the large ship bounced
roughly in the waves. It slowly pulled away from the behemoth as Sheila
hungrily surveyed the damage her thick cruel arms had done. "Oh, you ain't
going anywhere," Sheila laughed as she grabbed the ship by it's rear, then
lifted its back-end out of the water, her chest and arms and shoulders
rippling with power as this large vessel was powerless in her clutches. She
slammed the ship down in the water hard, so hard the force bent and dented the
rotors on the engines leaving it helpless before the mighty muscle beast.
Sheila grew wet as she felt how much more dominant she had become; this large
freighter floated incapacitated by her might, leaking oil and hoping for
relief or rescue. Sheila enjoyed the weakness of this overgrown barge filled
with ants, how it was hers to do with as she pleased. "Aww, did Momma breaky
your boat. Let me tell you something, I'm gonna smash your little boat here
with my big bad muscles and ain't nothing gonna stop me," Sheila licked the
seawater from her bulging biceps, flexing them, taunting the ants scurrying
across the deck of the crippled freighter.

Sheila strode the length of the freighter flexing her stunning body and
mocking the puny people as she decided what to break next. Sheila reached out
and crushed one of the smoke stacks in her meaty right fist. Her forearm
swelled with untapped power. Then she felt a familiar tickle rain across her
back. It couldn't be. She felt it again, followed by the soft prodding about
her shoulders like a small child poking at her repeatedly. Sheila smiled deep
and dark, this would be fun. She turned and erupted into a boston crab, then
filled her chest and shoulders out to their broadest into a full double biceps
pose, reminding her attackers just how small and insignificant they were. The
small attack boats continued their offensive spraying the engorged beastess
with machine gun fire and small artillery shells, crap that might scare off a
pack of tourists, but against a bruiser like Sheila, it just turns her on.

Sheila stood waist deep in the ocean flexing her chest, bouncing the thick
muscles, spotlighting their awesome size and strength. The bullets shattered
against her dense upper body, the shells bouncing off harmlessly like super
balls. The dominant female squatted down in the choppy waters until only her
impressive traps and thick neck and ferociously beautiful face were in sight.
She lowered her mouth into the water and inhaled suddenly; one of the nearest
boats could not resist the strong quick current and was pulled into the
giantess' great maw. She chomped down lethally severing the boat in half. She
swallowed that part whole while the remaining wood and aluminum carcass
floated pathetically. Sheila turned her attention to the rest of her
over-matched pursuers.

The flotilla did their best to bring her down pouring their ammo into her
without fail. They had no idea what she was truly: the top of the food chain,
the dominant life form, the bully to end all bullies. Sheila raised her hands
above the water and extended her arms then brought them together with sudden
force creating a series of tremendous waves sending the small craft crashing
about, the nearby freighter was battered savagely too. Two of the smaller
boats capsized, one burst into flames when it was caught in one of the other's
line of fire; only a handful remained, but they had now turned cautious and
were struggling to right themselves before deciding to continue the futile
attack or retreat.

Sheila rose out of the water, spectacular in her size and terrifying in the
scope of her physical power. The water ran down her chiseled body and turned
her golden sun-soaked skin into the ultimate image of virulent sexual
dominance. Her arms were incredible, her eyes flashed a deep intense warning
of murder as she closed the distance on the confused battle boats.

"Fucking worthless. Weak and worthless, like fucking children's toys. You want
to see some real power! This is a fucking gun, a real fucking cannon!" Sheila
pumped the right bicep up nice and big. She kissed it, giving it her blessing
to deal out some real punishment. "You think your pussy pop guns are gonna
stop me? I wiped out a fucking battalion of tanks with my bare hands. Beat the
shit of some asshole jets and battle copters. I ripped those turds apart like
they were made of playdough! You little fucksticks think coming at me with
your dicks in your hands is gonna stop me? I'm gonna waste your sad little
asses, then turn that fucking freighter into a memory, before I really get
started and wipe this sorry little shit-stain of a port off the map." Sheila
was dripping with orgasmic lust fueled by her dominance. She reached out and
grabbed one of the coastal patrol boats with her meaty left hand and placed it
in the join between the colossal bicep and right forearm. Then Sheila-Hulk
flexed good and hard, her bicep exploding with more mass than ever and
excessive mind-blowing power. The boat crumpled and splattered with all of the
resistance of a twinkie. What was left flopped pathetically into the water.

Sheila moaned then caressed her peaked right python with her full lips and
long lithe tongue, "Ooohhh, so big baby, so hard. I'm so hot, show me more."
Sheila reached out with her monstrous right and grabbed another of the
desperate little craft. She held it in the air, chest high for a moment, let
the danger linger, "You familiar with washboards, you twats?" She flexed her
abs into a sheet of rippling steel like the washboards of old then raked the
boat across the slabs of her stomach. Its man-made parts were no match. After
a few passes across her titanic abdominals the ship fell to bits. She cackled
as she flicked the crumbs from her well-muscled tummy, "Un-fucking-stoppable
... . Man, I make me hot."

The remaining boats gave it all they had, firing wildly at the colossal muscle
freak. Sheila pumped her ample left arm, the veins twitched as the muscle
bulked tautly, "Ohh, yeah, you freaky strong too. Show Momma how strong. Make
these little men cry." Sheila captured another boat with her vice-like left,
then held the boat over her head as she let her tongue run the length of her
amped up arm. She then continued her pressure on the patrol boat, constricting
it further and further until the ends of the craft splintered. Sheila
discarded the pieces with little care but focused back on her pumped-up arm,
"Like a gigantic python, squeezing the little fuckers dry, mmmm, you are so
hard and huge, just the way I likey."

"Now, let's see how you handle my babies, "Sheila had turned her attention
back on the freighter. The two surviving patrol boats tried their best to
intercept the raging colossus, but their attempts were futile. Their shells
reminded the giantess she needed to finish the job. "Just like some stupid
little puppies, nipping at my heels. She grabbed both boats, one in each hand
then drew back her arms and smashed them together. They exploded into a mass
of twisted metal and wood. "Like toothpicks and tinfoil, your fucking army. No
fucking firepower. Not like what I bring to the party," Sheila flexed her left
arm, "King ... ", then her monstrous right, " ... and Kong." Sheila slammed
her mammoth arms down on the body of the freighter. She battered the freighter
viciously. Her impossibly strong arms smashed their way through the ship as if
it were made of plastic rather than reinforced steel. Each blow made her
thicker, mightier, more devastating than before. Sheila reduced the ship to a
floating mass of flame and twisted metals, her fists smashing the bridge flat,
then crushing the engines and most of the cargo. Sheila then squatted and
reached beneath the mangled mass and lifted what remained from the water and
pressed its bulk over her head. Her shoulders and upper body bulged
magnificently as she put on a bad-ass show of raw power.

"Look at this you worms and tremble. I am power. I am destruction. I whipped
your army, shredded the fucking paper planes you call an air force, crushed
the tin cans you call tanks. Next I'll sink your navy like a bunch of punk-ass
bath toys. You think this is scary?" Sheila did several reps, pressing the
scarred freighter over head, "Wait till I get my hands on a battleship. I'll
twist that thing like a fucking pretzel!" Nothing stood in her way now. She
hurled the freighter at the line of departing ships, smashing several.

Sheila slapped her chest like the intercontinental champion she was then
stormed at the logjam she'd just created. Her colossal legs pounded through
the shallowing waters, buffeting the shoreline with dense waves. The massive
warrioress smashed into the battered boats like a cyclone. She hoisted a
hundred foot long yacht from the water and slammed it across her mastodon-like
thigh, splitting it in half. A few of the police boats inserted themselves
into the mess thinking they'd provide protection. Though they opened fire on
Sheila, she'd hardly noticed. She stomped them flat with her thunderous legs.
They were gone within seconds. A tug boat was struggling to push another
freighter out to sea. Sheila wrenched it away from its task, pressed it
between her fists crushing it into a tight ball, "Damn, I'm fucking strong,
pressing a fucking freighter over my head, turning boats into balls of tin.
What are you shitwits gonna do now, 'cept crap your pants and hope I get bored
and leave." Sheila hurled the boat ball at the shore, it exploded into the
docks creating a fireball and a mass of panic.

Sheila-Hulk licked her lips and began to demolish the big ship with her bare
hands, tearing it to pieces like you would a cheap train set. Her enormous
muscles pumped and flexed and swelled as she put on a show of brute force.
Sheila was nearly done with the freighter when she felt something stab her
right calf. She wheeled quickly around and spotted a squadron of fighters
equipped with torpedoes beginning their assault. Several more hit her legs in
quick succession and they hurt. A major mistake these boys were soon to
realize, never piss a bad-ass muscle bitch goddess off.

Sheila ignored the jets for now. She reached under the freighter and pressed
this ravaged ship over her head again like a gargantuan She- Hercules she
flaunted her overwhelming might at the pitiful worms who would so foolishly
attack her. "I thought I told you dickless douche-bags you've got no chance.
You can't stop Queen Kong. You ain't never felt the kind of beating I'm gonna
give you," Sheila pressed the boat again for effect then closed in on the
shore. The torpedoes stopped as she moved in further and were replaced by far
less potent rockets and bullets. Sheila pressed the freighter one final time
then launched the damaged carcass at the docks, obliterating what remained.
Sheila pumped her still-growing arms, lusty with the amount of destruction her
muscles were causing, cum dripped from her crotch along with a stream of
sea-water.

The fighters came in tight trying to draw Sheila away from the shore, back out
to the deeper waters where they could employ more torpedoes and heavier
weapons. The muscle-beastess turned toward the squadron her mighty right arm
cocked. They were low as she had hoped. She cold-cocked the lead fighter,
destroying it with one devastating blow; its front half blew apart, while its
rear careened wildly into one of its neighbors, razing that jet completely.

The rest of the squadron banked high to avoid her fists; they did this time.
Sheila sucked in a deep breath quickly and caught the last fighter in a
vacuum. Its engine cut-out under the strain and it fell back towards the
earth. Sheila grabbed it before it hit the earth. She pulled its wings off and
ripped it in half with her powerful arms like a bully would do to a fly.

The fighters returned coming in low but laying a carpet of rockets and
tracers, trying to strafe and cripple the overgrown muscle girl. Others had
tried the same strategy and this attempt was less effective than in the past:
Sheila was bigger, badder and a whole helluva a lot stronger. Sheila laughed
as the rockets bounced harmlessly off her enormous chest, then she lowered her
broad shoulder and charged. She was on them so fast they had no time to adjust
to avoid her. She swatted them from the sky like a cluster of gnats, their
thin shells were no match for the massive cannons Sheila was packing. Her
fists were like bludgeons striking the jets with such quickness and ferocity,
the pilots had no way to react. Those lucky enough to avoid her pulverizing
fists slammed into her titanic torso and exploded on impact. Within minutes
Sheila had decimated the squadron and grown more impossibly powerful. The last
jet Sheila mashed between her stupendous thighs. It flattened like a pancake
and slid weakly into the sea.

Sheila roared like the mighty beast she was and pounded her immense chest as
she orgasmed at the sight of total dominance she surveyed. The docks were
destroyed, engulfed in flame, the harbor had become a graveyard of lost ships
and a ravaged air force. Above all, Sheila stood towering and supreme. She
pumped her enormous pecs and bulked herself out once more to drive her point
home, "You see, your fucking military, nothing but limp- wristed twats. Their
weapons are like toys to me. Your fighter jets, I rip them apart like paper.
Your torpedoes, rockets, bombs, missiles do nothing to stop me. They bounce
off my meat like spit balls. Now you're gonna pay for your stupidity. I'm
gonna rip this town apart."

Sheila headed straight for the suspension bridge that was hastily being
evacuated. Her muscles flexed and pulsed with only one purpose in mind.

End of Part Ten.