Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

97. Rightful Revenge

Rightful Revenge

MisterretsiM

Summary:

A scorned hyper futa gets revenge on her cheating husband. A commission for an anonymous reader.

Notes:

Hello all, here's the first part of my mostly recently completed commission, and its a long one! This will be released in parts every week or so like many of my recent releases.

Tags are for the story as a whole.

An important note: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect.

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Comments and feedback are appreciated!

Chapter 1: Learning the Truth and Beginning Her Revenge

Chapter Text

Amanda stared down at the kitchen counter. Towering over the raised, tiled surface, her brown eyes looked past her bulging, flannel covered chest down to the contents that were spread across the counter, illuminated by the midday light from a nearby window. Her mug of cold coffee from hours before, the heap of various items she'd just removed from her pockets, a still-rolled up newspaper that was covered in the drying remnants of morning dew were all strewn before her; there was more, of course, but one thing stood out from the regular, domestic mess. Reaching down with a massively muscled arm, the ripped-off sleeve of her shirt scratching against her tough, tanned flesh, she plucked the foreign object off the counter and lifted it into the air, dangling it in front of her scowling face.

Who in the fuck's keys were these?

Gripped between her calloused fingers was a circular, dull-steel chain with several keys attached to it. None of them looked like the ones in her or her husband Dani's set, one of the unlocking-tools even colored by pink paint - but what color they were didn't matter; what did was that she didn't recognize them! Amanda didn't know who they belonged to, and her mind automatically assumed the worst, the more tame possibilities not even crossing her thoughts due to the kind of person her husband had become. A growl emanated from her throat, and she closed her fist around the loose set of molded metal, a crunching sound vibrating from between her meaty fingers as anger began coursing through her enormous being. Dropping the now-destroyed clump of crushed steel back onto the counter, she turned around slowly and made her way to the bedroom, the place she knew she'd find Dani, her feet thundering across the carpeted floor.

She hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary when she got home, only her husband's car parked in the driveway, something she expected to find on his day off. While she had been at work all morning, an accident at the site caused the whole site to shut down early, forcing her into a half-day; some young dumbass fell into a hole they were digging to eventually lay foundation in, and broke his ankle - OSHA and all that. Amanda had hoped to come home and surprise her husband, maybe get in a bit of Afternoon Delight in – if she could convince him for once, that is – but as it was turning out, she was the one in for a surprise. The closer she got to the bedroom, the more her suspicions were confirmed, and once she was standing right outside the door, there was no way it could be anything but what she had feared.

The sounds of sheets ruffling and the rubbing together of bodies filled her ears. Amanda could hear husband's voice, and the moan of a young woman following it, both noises she knew well. Her hand gripped the doorknob hard enough to leave dents in the brass, veins popping out across her skin, stretching across her face-sized forearm, up to the curl of her bowling ball-comparable bicep. The maze of blood-pumping arteries didn't stop there, disappearing under her tight flannel top before reappearing at her tree trunk of a neck. Hand shaking hard enough to rattle the entire door, she let out an exhale of air through her flared nostrils before opening it, daylight pouring out against her face as she stepped into the room, ducking her head slightly so she didn't bang it on the top of the frame.

She was right.

They hadn't noticed her yet, her husband and the woman with him who was unknown to her. Like a stereotypical love scene in a movie, they were half-covered by a white sheet, Dani on top, making small thrusts towards a person that wasn't her, hilting in her with every pump of his hips. The girl's black hair was spread across a pillow, Amanda 's pillow, her face looking up at him, make-up perfectly preserved, her eyes half-lidded in cool pleasure as she whispered encouragement at Dani. Amanda could see a sheen of sweat cover her husband's thin body, the natural light coming in from the far window shining across his pasty back. This other woman looked nothing like she herself did: lithe, flat, delicate, like Dani had specifically picked her to add insult to injury. Placing a hand on the door frame slightly behind her, Amanda steadied herself as she watched them, her eyes narrowed at the unfaithful coitus in front of her, her cheeks blazing hot with a visible, fury-fueled flush.

It wasn't her husband who realized that they were being watched first, it was the woman. She wrapped her arms around Dani's neck to pull him in for a kiss, and when she did, her eyes opened. Her awareness of Amanda's looming presence took a minute to register, but when it did, she gasped, a shocked expression crossing her features; she immediately fell away from Dani and cowered under his body. Dani stopped moving, confused, until he looked over his shoulder at his lover's new fixation. His face dropped, but it wasn't surprise that covered his countenance - it was terror . Rolling off the woman, he stood up and grabbed the sheet, hiding his manhood with it like it wasn't something Amanda hadn't seen everyday for years, like that would somehow make the whole situation better, his lover using the same sheet to cover her porcelain-colored body, holding it up to her chin.

"Amanda! W-What are yo– this isn't what it looks like!"

Dani's voice quivered as he spoke, his neck craned upward to look at his wife, who stood almost a foot and a half taller than he did.

"I-I'm sorry baby. I don't know what came over me! This whole thing, it was all a mistake! She seduced me, I swear!"

He continued to babble excuses, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead more heavily than when he'd been having sex. But Amanda didn't say anything; in fact, she didn't seem to react at all at first, just staring at her adulterer of a husband, her expression blank. And then she started to smile. It was a small one at first, the corners of her lips twitching as Dani's empty promises and declarations of love filled the air, the garble of meaningless drivel of someone unaccustomed to taking on the responsibility of their own actions. While the rest of her face remained unchanged, the grin grew wider and wider, pushing her cheeks toward her eyes, her nostrils flaring. When it finally stopped growing it looked almost painful , like her face might rip from the pressure of holding it up. The sight of the deranged look on his wife's face caused Dani to shut up, only the whimpering of the woman next to him stopping the room from going completely silent.

There was a second change that occurred after her smile had reached its apex. Her arm holding the wall flexed, the already-torn sleeve around her shoulder ripping fully, until a thin thread was the only thing still wrapped around her mountainous trap. Every muscle in Amanda's arm bulged, pressing the skin out around it, until the entire limb, from her bicep to her wrist, ballooned absurdly, veins pulsing angrily under her flesh. Her hand followed suit, her long fingers straining around the chunk of door frame they wrapped around - and then there was a loud crack that filled the room. A spider web of fractures spread out from where her digits had penetrated the drywall, the wood frame crumbling in her palm, white dust erupting around her massive paw.

"Amanda, I can explain everything, just calm do–"

Dani's words were stopped in his throat by a movement from his wife. Instinctively, he shielded himself, taking a step back, his hands dropping the blanket to cover his chest and privates, his face wincing. Whole body shaking, Amanda took a surprising step back , leaving the room, closing the door as she went; the last thing her husband saw was a single tear running down her face, the crazed smile still plastered across her visage. Without averting her gaze, she slammed the door shut. The entire thing shattered , a spray of wood and debris exploding into the bedroom, dust filling the air. Dani's lover screamed loudly, ducking under the covers, her feet kicking out. Dani fell backward, yelping, hiding behind the bed. When he finally, reluctantly popped his head up over the mattress, his wife was nowhere to be seen, only the destroyed entrance and its remnants left in her wake. He gulped loudly and turned towards the dark-haired girl next to him.

"Uh, so that was my wife…"

…

Bright fluorescent lights glared over the office space. The room was filled by the constant clicks of fingers on computer keys and telephone pads, voices rising over them. Each smartly-dressed worker spoke earnestly into their headsets, some kicked back in their chair as they closed a deal, others hunched towards their screens, rapidly bringing up information with practiced ease, reading off numbers and statistics that worked in their favor. Occasionally, someone would get up and mark off another tally under their name on a large whiteboard against a far wall, showing off to everyone that they had successfully made another sale. Floor managers would pop out of their private offices, wandering around between the cubicles, casting discerning glances across the employees actions, before retreating back to their private sanctuaries to solve one issue or another.

Dani could be counted amongst these capitalist drones.

While normally a fairly average salesman in all regards, he had barely added any new marks on the score counter this day. His focus on his work was lacking, the events of the day before constantly flashing through his brain, his words coming out unconvincingly, his speech jumbled and clumsy while giving his normal spiel. In between calls, he would open a drawer on his desk and check his phone, looking frantically for any correspondence from his wife; they weren't allowed to text or make personal calls during business hours, but this trick was one everyone knew well. As he stumbled through another opening, only to be met by the beep of a hung up receiver, he took his headset off and tossed it on the desk, burying his head in his hands as he did and sighing loudly.

What the fuck was he thinking?

It wasn't the fact that he cheated that ate at him, it was the fact that he got caught ! Why did she have to come early that day, of all days? At least he learned his lesson - next time he would go to his other woman's house. Everything would be patched up when he got home today though, he had no doubt. Maybe he'd buy her some flowers and chocolates as an apology and promise that it would never happen again. She didn't have to know that he was lying, but that would be for the best anyway; Amanda should know that he had needs that she wasn't exactly satisfying, so what was a man to do? If she wasn't practically begging to be cheated on, he wouldn't have done it… maybe . There was nothing like fresh pussy after so much time with the same one after all! Especially one that didn't have such a mutant fucking thing attached to it. God, maybe that divorce he'd been considering would finally be worth it.

"What's wrong Dani? No luck today?"

The voice caused him to jolt up, and he spun around quickly in his office chair.

"Uh yeah, no one seems to be biting," he lied immediately, looking up at the person who'd spoken to him, "It looks like I got a bad list today, Janice."

Janice was the manager of his section of the floor, and was known to be on the more lenient side compared to some of the others who'd been at this for too long; she was also a lot younger than the average superior as well, which Dani was sure helped. Long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and breasts that dented the front of her business tops, regardless of her modest form of dress - she was definitely a looker, and many of the guys, married or not, checked her out regularly, Dani included. A lot of his coworkers – and himself – had made passes at her, asking her out to drinks after work, but she never seemed to bite. She was also known for her kind smile that put the people under her at ease, and gave regular pep-talks, one of which Dani could already tell was coming. He tried to smile back at her and put on an air of confidence as her pink lips opened, trying to not let his annoyance at her cheerfulness show on his face.

"Don't worry about it! I'm sure things will turn around Dani. Even if they don't you always hit your weekly quotas, so I'm sure you can make it up tomorrow. Just remember to keep your head up and give it your best - I know you can do it if you try!"

She smiled that warming smile at him.

"Thanks Janice." Dani tried to look her in the face and not let his bespectacled-eyes drift down to her bulging chest, the black material of her shirt stretched thin, "I'll uh, I'll get back to it then."

"Great! And remember to stay off your phone!"

Dani's eyes opened and he began to mutter a lame excuse, but she was already gone. He watched her leave, leering at her swaying behind, before quickly turning back to his computer. With a deep breath, he grabbed his headset and adjusted it across the top of his brown locks and his ears, and pulled up his prospective client list. Dialing in the first number, he took a deep breath, and waited for the ringing to turn into a voice; once the sound of an older man speaking hit his ears, he smiled, trying to feel confident, and began to give his well-rehearsed speech. Dani settled back into the flow of his work, trying to focus on anything but the catastrophe of the previous day, his eyes not even flicking to the clock on his computer, not eager to get home as quickly as he could for once. He did need to make sure to leave on time though - who knows what racket Amanda would make if he was even a couple minutes late!

As time progressed, Dani fell into the usual rhythm of work. Managing to push out his discovered-infidelity from his brain, he concentrated completely on the job at hand, even skipping his lunch to make up for the mediocre morning. He didn't bother to get up and make tallies under his name either, keeping a mental tab on all his successful sales instead. His phone had been completely forgotten as well - not that Dani planned to check it anymore after getting caught by his superior. So lost in his work did he find himself, he didn't notice the change in the atmosphere of the office. Everyone had stopped speaking but him, the normal cacophony of money being made for the company had all but disappeared, no one moving or making calls around him; only after he finished another successful sale did he finally look up, removing his headset, planning to take a moment to relax and rest his ears and maybe grab a drink from the water cooler while he was at it. What he saw when his attention shifted caused his eyes to bulge in their sockets, matching his fellow coworkers expressions, everyone around him frozen in place, mouths agape.

There, standing at the head of the office, was his wife.

Her long brown hair hung straight down against her chest, her head-sized breasts barely contained in the thin, dirt-stained blue tank top she wore, no bra needed to keep them firm and high. Amanda's arms were bare as they often were, crossed over her chest, each limb a mountain of tanned muscle, the bulk of her awesome biceps spreading out over her torso; even when she wasn't flexing they were as wide as a normal man's waist, practically doubling in size when they were worked out. Her traps were like oversized softballs that nearly pressed into her ears, bouncing atop her shoulders with each breath. Below them Dani could see her shredded abs through her thin top, each of the eight protuberances hard enough to break steel against, to bend the tip of a knife if someone tried foolishly to stab her in the stomach. His eyes automatically drifted lower.

Jutting from her crotch like a fleshy cannon was her giant fucking cock . Amanda was a futanari, a woman born with both sets of genitals, and her male-parts were terrifying . Even standing at her full, sky-scraping height, her appendage would still crest her head by a good foot if it stood straight up, and it was the same thickness as one of her relaxed biceps. Under it hung two gravid, corpulent testicles, each one filled to the brim with unheard of potency, wide enough to eclipse her titanic quads that were big enough to brush doorways when she walked through them, though they were still overshadowed by her two-person wide shoulders. Dani could tell that she was completely naked from the waist down, even with the large amount of blockage covering her from the cock down. He almost fell backward at what he was witnessing, because his wife wasn't alone where she stood.

Hanging off of her cock was the building's secretary.

An older woman with tanned skin and all the matronly curves that childbirth and domestic living provided, one whose name Dani couldn't place, was currently impaled on his wife's torso-sized spear. Completely suspended on nothing but Amanda's giant third leg, one that was wider and longer than her other two, she floated parallel to the ground, her black hair draped over her face, her limbs waving limply in the air. Her stomach was incredibly bloated like she was overdue with triplets , and it nearly touched the carpet in its inflated state - but Dani knew she wasn't pregnant. Not yet, at least. All that filled her womb was Amanda's cock and the unreal amounts of cum she had no doubt pumped into the woman already. Now he knew why everyone was looking on in horror.

"Hello Dani." Amanda addressed him, her voice dripping with venom. She was smiling at him despite the clear-anger that tinged her speech, a smile that, while not as wide or unnatural as the one she had worn when he'd last seen her, still gave off the same crazed, menacing aura. Dani didn't reply - he couldn't. What the hell could he say in this situation!? Still grinning, she stretched out one of her gargantuan arms and gripped the entirety of the secretary's skull with her incredibly long fingers. Without a second thought she began to pump the woman's entire body up and down her bitch breaker, a dent forming in the woman's stretched skin in the shape of Amanda's mushroom-shaped cockhead that was bigger than a basketball. Casually she fucked the woman harder than she had undoubtedly ever been fucked, and began to walk towards her husband.

"You know, I realized today that I've never visited you at work before," Amanda spoke, pushing punishing thrusts into the secretary like it was the most casual thing in the world, "so I thought today would be perfect to see what my husband gets up to when I'm not around."

Her expression suddenly intensified, fury flashing across her features.

"Although I guess I got a taste of that yesterday."

Amanda's bare feet, thick and calloused, stomped across the office with enough force to rattle everything around her, her arches wider than most men's biceps to support her unruly mass. Keyboards and coffee cups shook atop desks as she moved, several crashing sounds ringing out as they were dislodged from their resting places. Dani's wife seemed to not pay attention to where she was walking, and everything in her path suffered for it. A stray chair leg was completely crushed under one of her giant feet, shattering into pieces under her immense, muscled weight. The copy machine that rested against the side of a cubicle was dented inward when the side of her granite-hard thigh pressed into it, the machine whirring and groaning under the sudden pressure. An unfortunate cart full of important documents was knocked to the floor by her human-condomed cock, Amanda unflinching as she slammed roughly against it. With her long stride, it took her but a few seconds to reach her husband, a path of destruction left in her wake.

"What do you think Dani?" her voice raised as she marched across the office, "Is she hotter than that little slut you brought home yesterday? Were you planning on fucking this bitch too!?"

Dani slid his chair against his deck, turning it around as he watched the massive futanari move towards him, too petrified to speak. The secretary got to him first, not that she was conscious of anything around her, too cock-drunk to recognize her surroundings, her dazed, incoherently-mumbling face smacking against the wall of his work station, causing the plastic material to shudder; Dani could hear phrases like 'fucked right' and 'amazing' in her random mumblings, confirming to everyone that she was very much enjoying the wrecking she was receiving. As Amanda stood fully in front of him, she began to fuck the progeny-packed woman even harder, her enormous cum factories slapping against her hanging stomach. She didn't say anything to her frightened husband as she did, just staring and smiling at him as she displayed her sexual prowess to everyone around them. After a couple minutes of this absurd, terrible coitus, only the squelching and sloshing of the fantastical breeding filling the air, Amanda let out a grunt as she started to cum again, and addressed him once again.

"See how I'm filling this little cunt up? Breeding her with my fuckin' seed? Did you dream about doing this to her!?"

Instantly, the unnamed secretary's stomach doubled in size. It went from nearly pressing into the floor, to completely resting on top of it, Amanda no longer needing to hold up the older woman with her unbending pole. The sound of it was insane, like someone was spraying a pressure washer into a pool, and it just kept going. Her abdomen continued to swell until the sides of her taut, reddened skin pressed into the front of Dani's shins, brutal scarlet-colored stretch marks appearing across the expanded mass. Amanda didn't stop pumping her hips the entire time, forcing more and more of her unending, massive lower muscle into her plaything's abused hole. Only once the woman looked fit to burst from all the cum injected straight into her womb, something that took several minutes, did Dani's wife stop moving. Still smiling at him, she used her hold on the woman's dark locks to lift her from her cock, raising her higher and higher into the air to completely detach her; her head practically touched the ceiling before the futa's massive cockhead popped free, a torrent of thick, sludge-like seed falling from her gaped cunt.

No longer hidden by the breathing onahole, Amanda's enormous ramrod was out in the open for everyone to see. Dani winced at the sight, his wife's extra set of genitals the part of her that he went from reluctantly tolerating to hating more than anything in his life, the part he had tried to ignore and pretend didn't exist for their entire relationship. As tan as the rest of her, it pointed straight out from her crotch, even its own cunt-shattering mass not enough to make it sag. Numerous veins coated the stupendous pole, the smallest the size of a permanent marker, the biggest longer and girthier than one of Dani's legs . The skin of Amanda's cock looked like it was hard-pressed to contain the fleshy, extreme extremity, like it was pulled so tight it might have been painful . It was crowned by its giant red glans, bell-shaped and constantly belching out streams of excessive cum from its gaped cumslit, her urethra wide enough that it looked like it could swallow someone's fist.

Her cockhead was slightly bigger than the rest of her cock, which took up so much space in her crotch the base of it pressed into her Herculean thighs when it was hard, rubbing into each thunderous hill of raw power. Below the mighty trunk of her awesome appendage, hung her equally as awe-inspiring testicles. Each one was like a cum-filled medicine ball, the sack even more ridiculously immense to contain the oversized sperm tanks. They loudly gurgled as they produced a bottomless supply of seed, rumbling and bouncing against each other even while Amanda stood still. The arteries that laced her fleshy bag resembled those on her cock, engorged, bloated things that pumped insane amounts of blood into her package. The entire thing was as astonishing as it was terrifying and it all belonged to Dani's wife.

"What do you think you fucking bastard?" Amanda tossed the cum inflated woman to the side, her expanded form crashing into a random wall, "Hot enough for you? Do you like watching me fuck better than you ever could!?"

"Amanda, I uh, I," Dani stuttered, trying to figure out what to say to save himself from the same fate, his eyes darting around the room, looking for an escape, "I didn't get a chance to apologize and explain myself yest–"

Amanda ignored him and turned towards the rest of the office workers.

"Now who's next!?" she called out, not bothering to listen to her husband's pitifulness. Several workers, mostly men, got up at the question, rushing out of the office as quickly as they could, but many stayed; whether it was for a chance to be fucked themselves or simply from being frozen in fear, Amanda didn't know - or care. Eyes scanning across the large room, the futa's vision fell upon their next target: the woman who sat next to her husband. Feet splashing through the cum she had expelled in copious quantities, she waltzed to the next cubicle over, completely blocking the exit with her vast bulk, the sides of her bone-crushing forearms denting the walls around them. The red haired woman looked up at her, trembling, her knees rubbing together rapidly. With a lick of her lips, Amanda reached out and grabbed the front of her white, button-up shirt.

As easily as someone would tear a sheet of paper in half, the futa giantess tore away the woman's top, shredding the material between her long digits. Dani's coworker's bra came off as well, freeing her modestly sized breasts, her pink nipples as stiff as bullets. Tossing away the ruined outfit, Amanda wrapped one of her huge hands around the girl's waist, her fingers covering more than half of her lithe abdomen, and lifted her into the air. The woman squealed and kicked, her feet thudding against Amanda's deeply striated abs, the sound similar to someone kicking a concrete block. Dani's wife split her pants in the same manner she had the woman's top, and held her still in the air as she turned towards her husband. Using her massive arm like a hammer, she brought it down on the divider between the cubicles, decimating the flimsy wall; inadvertently, her fist slammed down on Dani's desks, causing the whole thing to crash to the floor, its legs ill-equipped to handle such sudden, awesome pressure.

"Did you try and fuck her too, Dani!?" Amanda bellowed at him as he scrambled away from his ruined workspace, his computer and monitor sparking in their smoldering heap, "Was she another one of your whores!?"

"No, Amanda, baby I–"

Dani winced once more as his wife stepped through the rest of the wall left standing, the white material crumbling around her enormous form. Still holding his coworker up, she strode towards him, her free hand gripping at her monolithic meat stick. Heaving it up like a club, she pressed the giant glans against her prey's clearly dripping cunt. The woman stopped wiggling, looking down with wide eyes at her coming penetration, the realization of what was about to happen to her fully hitting her brain. Letting her still-leaking cum spread across Dani's coworker's sex, Amanda's manhandled her whole body, using it like a rag to clean her cock. Satisfied with the preparation, Amanda forced her down, her cockhead not meeting the resistance it should have, the entire thing snagging into the woman's cunt. The redhead howled, her flying back, her feet kicking out once again.

Wasting no time, Amanda began to bury more of her dick into the woman, spearing her body onto her granite-hard member. A bulge immediately appeared in her stomach in the shape of the futa's glans, completely deforming her torso into the image of Amanda's sexual obliterator. She continued to pull her down, sinking her lower and lower on her shaft, distending her pussy, ruining for anyone who wasn't her; the woman's lower lips were bright red, matching her hair, and nearly folded over on themselves from how stretched they were. Once Amanda has buried her beastial organ deep enough to press Dani's coworker's breasts out, giving her the appearance that she had gained several cup sizes, did she actually start fucking the woman.

"You're a Goddess! It feels so good!" the redhead screamed, instantly cumming around the impossible penetration.

Just like the secretary, Amanda proceeded to give the redhead the fucking of a lifetime. She pounded into her with unrelenting force, stretching her skin out every-which-way. Dani's coworker howled out pleasured and pained compliments, letting everyone in the entire building know how good she felt - and how good Amanda's giant cock was. Her pussy was pummeled just inches away from Dani's face, dollops of precum and splashes of feminine arousal speckling his face. He still didn't dare move any farther away, knowing his wife could stop him despite being in the middle of brutal lovemaking, and in her current state… well, he didn't know what she'd do to him he tried to defy her. Like a machine, Amanda's pistoning pace never faltered, even as she launched into another orgasm.

The red haired woman's stomach tripled in size, slashed with incredibly long tiger stripes, and then continued to grow; this time, however, Amanda pulled out instead of releasing her seed fully into her. Tossing the woman carelessly to the side, the muscled futanari let her rampaging beast spray wherever it may, narrowly avoiding hitting Dani for the most part. She aimed at his coworker first, dousing over and over again until she resembled a pile of warm, gooey yogurt, completely hidden under the frothy seed. Then, she turned towards the ruined remnant of her husband's desk. Wrapping both of her hands around her cock, even her face-sized mitts not able to wrap around its ginormous girth, she began to jack it off furiously, letting her cum cannon blast its load all over his professional belongings - if there had been any hope of saving his workstation before, it was an impossibility now. Amanda painted in her essence like she was marking her territory, letting everyone know who her husband belonged to.

As soon as she was done cum-coating the area around her, Amanda immediately turned towards the next closest woman, and stomped towards her. There was a trail of wreckage wherever she walked, everything around her decimated, the equipment and supplies casualties of her uncompromising bulk; she was a human storm that didn't care what it destroyed. Dani watched as she grabbed another one of his fellow workers, and repeated the same process. Amanda tore off her clothes, started fucking her, the woman instantly melting around her massive meatrod. She fucked Dani's coworkers like she had a grudge - and in a sense she did. Each and every one of them was someone he could have fucked, someone he could have used his comparatively pathetic penis on, someone he could have cheated on her with. And she needed to make sure she showed them who the real stud in the relationship was!

Every time Dani thought he might have had a chance at escape, Amanda cast a glare his way, like she was reading his mind.

"What are you looking at, honey ?" she taunted, her words filled with challenge, "Because you better be looking at me! You should be paying attention to your fucking wife !"

She fucked the woman in her grasps even harder, a stream of juices flying from cunt across the room.

"Maybe if you paid attention, you might learn a thing or two about pleasing a woman for once in your life!"

Amanda filled her up like she had her previous prey, and they discarded the woman like she was nothing ; and like before, she let the rest of her climax plaster the room. Person by person she fucked her way through the office, even going back for seconds when some of the women regained consciousness. Each one was filled with potent progeny, packed beyond belief, left bubbling with virile wigglers and stretched scars on the outsides of their stomachs, an almost guaranteed chance they were now carrying her offspring. It was like a pattern for her: fuck another woman, cum inside of her, and then drench the room. She would occasionally shoot a long rope or continuous stream towards Dani, missing him on purpose, letting him know that he could be next at any moment. By the time she had finished with who seemed to be the last one, the carpet had been replaced, ruined by her unending seed, the ceiling dripped with baseball-sized pellets of futa cream, and every desk and cubicle was rendered unusable for future use; and still her cock never wilted, her cum factories never stopped rumbling, and she never broke a sweat.

A door opened right as Amanda turned her eyes to her husband.

Chapter 2: Amanda Finishes Up At The Office

Summary:

Dani's boss shows up and Amanda humiliates him further.

Notes:

Here's the second part of this commission, a bit of a shorter chapter though. This story will be released in parts every week or so like many of my recent releases, just as a reminder!

Tags are for the story as a whole.

An important note that I am going to keep reiterating: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect.

Find out how to support me and read the full completed story by following me on Twitter: /misterretsim_

Comments and feedback are appreciated!

Chapter Text

"What– who… Dani?" Janice stepped out of her private office, somehow ignorant to what had occurred for the past hour and looked down at him, "What's… what's going on? Who is this?"

Dani stared at her, his jaw-dropped, no sound coming from his mouth.

"Oh I know my husband tried to fuck you!"

Amanda's voice boomed from across the room, and she began to make long strides towards the blonde.

"Husband…?" Janice sounded like she was in a daze, unable to comprehend what she was seeing, "Dani this is your wife?"

"Yes, Dani is my husband," Amanda had reached the busty blonde in just a few steps, and towered over her by almost two feet, "Did you fuck him too!?"

"What?"

The massive futa turned towards her cowering significant other.

"Well Dani? You been fucking her behind me back? Going into the office during your breaks to get some on the side!?"

"N-No Amanda, I swear I haven't!" Dani's voice came out in a shrill squeak, "I told you that yesterday was just a one-time mistake."

"I know that's a lie."

Amanda turned towards him and glared.

"I went onto your computer after you left this morning," Amanda's words almost sounded sad for a moment, before they rose in volume, "I saw your dating profiles. Your emails. The messages you sent on social media. Oh, I saw it all , Dani. I know just how many 'one-time mistakes' you've made. Each and every one of them."

Dani could have fainted right there. That was it, he'd been caught - caught for real . All the months – no, years – of cheating, had finally caught up to him. He didn't know how far Amanda had gone back through his online history, but it was clearly enough. There would be no apologizing, no playing it off as a momentary lapse in judgment, no announcements of sweet nothings to make the whole thing go away. All of his plans were out the window, everything about his future was now in her hands. He had dug his own grave, and then buried himself in it. Dani was truly, totally, and completely fucked .

Turning back to his immediate superior, a wicked smile touched Amanda face at her appearance. Janice's breathing had become heavy, her cheeks fully flushed, her nipples completely hard through her top; on top of it all, the futa could see a clear, darkened spot at her crotch. Perfect. Reaching out, she tore the blonde's top, not tearing it off completely, but instead settling for ripping the buttons apart completely, sending them scattering around the floor. Janice's fat, milky tits came into view, barely constrained in a lacey black bra, a mile of pale cleavage presented to the world. Licking her lips, Amanda hooked a finger into the front clasp and pulled on it till it snapped in her strong grip, freeing her huge breasts, the one's every man around her had desired. They wobbled against her chest for several long seconds until finally settling down, her small pink nipples pointed directly at the giant musclebound futanari.

"Very nice," Amanda complimented, reaching out and placing light smacks across the woman's bust, "I can see why Dani told all of his friends that he'd leave me for you!"

Wincing at her comment, he watched as his wife fell into her usual routine. She lifted Janice up, ripped off her pants, and held her over her cock. The massive monolith between her legs leaked a steady river of cum, even the remnants of her true output putting any man's orgasm to shame, soaking the floor below her. Pressing her glans against the blonde's dripping cunt, she slid her back and forth across the tip of her enormity, her head rotated to look at Dani, her eyes boring into him. Without averting her gaze, Amanda, yanked Janice down, spearing over a foot over colossus straight into her body, tunneling through her walls and cervix and straight into her womb; Janice screamed loudly, just like all the other's had, her cunt releasing a torrent of clear juices down the futa's bitch breaker.

"God damn Dani, I bet you wish you could be doing this - this slut is tight ! Although, she probably wouldn't be tight around your little fuckin' dicklet."

Amanda laughed scornfully, and began to piston her hips swiftly, picking up right where she'd last left off with the last of her victims.

Dani couldn't watch. Turning around, he started to crawl away, trying to go somewhere, anywhere else but here - but he didn't get far. Noticing immediately, Amanda took a large step forward and put one of her massive feet on the back of his calf, concealing the entire lower-half of his leg with her giant sole. Applying only a tad bit of her strength, she pinned him to the floor, flattening his limb into the carpet. Dani yelled in pain, writhing back and forth, unable to release himself from his wife's hold; it didn't feel like anything had broken yet , but he knew she was easily capable of rectifying that. He managed to twist around to look up at Amanda's face, past the colossus sticking from her crotch and his boss stuck like a pig on it. A scowl met his gaze, Amanda's eyes narrowed at him, her teeth bared in disgust.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? Did I say you could leave?"

Dani didn't bother to try and answer, knowing what his words would be met by.

"Well you're not going fucking anywhere Dani!" Amanda began to pump Janice up and down her cock steadily, moans escaping the blonde's lips, "You're gonna watch. You're gonna learn. You're gonna know what it fucking feels like!"

Amanda thrust her hips upward, meeting the jerking off-motion she was doing with her new toy's body. As she began to fuck the woman harder and harder, her muscles began to flex involuntarily; Dani could see it and feel it, the pressure on his leg growing. Then, he could hear it. While every muscle in her body began to balloon, her biceps turning into tan, flesh-colored pumpkins, her thighs becoming wide pillars of power, every part of her being defined by hills and ridges of intense, corded fibers, her shirt tore around her breasts. The stained top ripped to pieces as her pecs expanded, quickly taking the place of her tits, the fatty mounds – the only fat on her body – replaced by bulging muscles. They popped out enough that Amanda wouldn't be able to see her feet if she looked down, like a pair of barrels were sticking out from under her chin. They grew so much, her large nipples nearly touched the front of her cock! A growth that would have normally taken an intense workout was brought on by nothing but rage.

Roaring with animalistic might, Amanda plowed into the blonde with ferocious might. Her body was like a ragdoll, flopping up and down limply on the futa's enormous rod, her head lolled to the side with drool running down her chin. Less than half of Amanda's cock was embedded in her depths, absurd swathes of fuck meat still sticking from her pulverized pussy, throbbing, waiting for its chance to be gloved in her warmth. The futa shook her up and down rapidly, the busty woman's body nearly a blur, her limbs moving so quickly it was like she was a marionette attached to a puppeteer's strings. Dani's coworker's cunt erupted with clear juices as she launched into another orgasm, dousing the futa's sculpted-to-perfection torso in a stream of warm cunt honey.

"Ever made someone squirt like that Dani!?" she laughed, never losing her intense pace, "You don't have to answer, I already know you haven't! You could never fuck someone as good as I can."

Amanda cupped her fucktoy's chin in one of her paws, shaking her head back and forth.

"Isn't that right, slut?"

"Yes! Yes!" she slurred, her insides contracting around Amanda's cock, "You're the best, you're a Goddess!"

"That's right! You're gonna remember this forever and forget about the worthless excuse for a man I called my husband!"

Cock charging through Janice's insides, Amanda fucked her like it was last time she'd ever have sex. Her titanic sperm tanks bounced loudly against her shins before vaulting upward to slam into the blonde's fat ass. Even though she hadn't cum yet, the futa's cock still filled his boss with a constant, leaking river of excess cum, slowly expanding her stomach more than it was already distended by the stiff serpent inside of it. Intoxicated with lust, Janice screamed and howled, unused to such pleasure, passionately crying about how she'd never be the same. Amanda made sure to hunch over so that Dani's flailing superior's body hovered right above his own, letting the intense heat from their coupling emanated onto him, like she wanted to make absolutely sure he knew of her superiority. Her balls even brushed against his back, causing him to shiver and squeal in discomfort, their weight adding to the pressure already being applied to his form.

Growling, Amanda thrust even harder , the distension of her glans punching the woman in the chin. She rose to her full, record-setting height once more, getting ready to complete her domination of yet another slut. The giant globes between her bulging, veiny thighs, groaned loudly, vibrating like a Hitachi wand, her urethra expanding in turn. The futa's cock looked like a snake swallowing a meal in reverse, a bucket load of cum flying up her shaft, causing the entire meaty appendage to engorge dramatically. Still fucking Dani's boss, who was screaming in pleasure, singing Amanda's praises with her hoarse voice, she didn't pause for a second as yet another climax shook her being, ecstasy forcing the arteries weaved across her thick, tan skin to visibly pulse in time with her pounding heart.

Like the secretary and every other woman, the blonde manager was filled in mere seconds. Amanda's cum shot into her, pushing out the skin of her abdomen, like fist-sized rockets were trying to jet out of her body. In no time she took on the appearance of an overfilled balloon, one that was attached to a telephone pole instead of a string. Over and over again Amanda pumped her up and down her stupendous scepter, sinking more of it into the woman now that she had so much extra space inside of her; it didn't seem like her orgasm affected her at all, slowing down not an option that even crossed the muscled futa's mind. It was clear when the blonde had reached her limit, cum managing to seep out of her stretched-taut lips, running down Amanda's shaft and onto the floor below her.

The floor, and Dani .

Semen slopped onto his back and legs, falling in huge piles off of his wife's monster. It seeped into his clothing, ruining his button-up shirt and slacks, staining them in Amanda's essence. More cum pooled around him, sliding under his stomach and reaching his arms and neck. Dani tried to lift his body up, twisting and turning, still trying to remove himself from under his wife's foot - but it was no use. He was helpless to do anything but get soaked in seed, and listen to the sound of the unreal coitus above him. As the river of cum streamed closer to his face, he gasped, and then tried to hold his breath; his wife's cum smelled so fucking strong ! It was like someone bottled and enhanced pure masculinity, put it in a syringe, and shot straight through his olfactory senses. He could help but gag, the musk too strong for him to handle.

Finally, his wife's orgasm seemed to end. She stopped grunting, and Dani's coworker stopped making any sounds. Only the noise of the dripping white sludge splattering against his body filled the air. Dani didn't dare try and look up to see what his wife was doing now, too afraid that she might have finally set his sights on him – his glasses had also become stained fully with her virile refuse. The lake of semen encompassing his prone form was growing higher and higher, until he was forced into a contorted planking position just to not be completely submerged. A loud schlorping came out from above him, followed by a renewed quantity of semen falling onto him. Amanda took her foot off his leg, but he still didn't move; it was better to be ignorant of what the monster that he married was gonna do at this point!

"What do you think Dani?" Amanda dropped the passed-out woman in front of his face, his features splashed with the cum that flew out of her cunt, "Think you could do that? Do you? How long would it take you - one lifetime or two?"

Dani stared at the comatose woman in front of him. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her golden locks plastered with sweat across her countenance; her mouth continued to form words even if no sounds came out, and he was sure she was still talking about how awesome Amanda was, even with her brain as fried from pleasure as it was. His boss's stomach looked ready to explode at any moment, streaked with violent blemishes, Amanda's cum swirling around it, causing it to slosh back and forth even while she herself wasn't moving. Dani could hear the sound of his wife walking away from him, and only then did he sit up, wiping his face of her seed, doing his best to not get anymore in his mouth. The sound of rolling wheels entered his ears.

A chair that he recognized belonged to Janice was pulled up in front him, placed directly next to her barely-conscious form. Amanda plopped down into it, the entire thing groaning and slumping towards the floor from her muscled weight, the arms of it crushed under her mass, the plastic folding under her body like her skin was armor-plated; the chair was larger than the one's the regular office drones got, but the futa's giant body still eclipsed the entire thing, making it look like she was holding herself up in an impressive squat instead. Reaching out, Amanda grabbed Janice and Dani by their hair, blonde strands in one fist, brown in the other. Dani howled in pain as he was dragged up to his wife's frightening fuckstick, Janice placed right next to him. While holding him still, she mushed the manager's face into her enormous sack that rested heavily on the cum-soaked carpet, the busty, inflated woman immediately waking up and going to work with her mouth on the giant set of genitalia.

"Ever had a woman treat you like this Dani? Ever had a slut beg for your cock!? This is what actual devotion looks like!"

Amanda leaned back in the chair and stroked herself as Janice orally worshipped her. The feeling of the futa's immense bastion of untold pleasure jolted the blonde back to life, and she licked and such on her gurgling testicles like it was her last meal. Content to let her sack get soaked in saliva, Amanda stared at Dani as it happened, ignoring the cracking of the chair around her, bits of plastic and fibers falling to the ground. She sat on the chair like it was a throne and she was the queen, descended from Norse legend, a Valkyrie in the living flesh. Her husband's glasses had become askew, hanging off one ear, his eyes wide as he painfully watched something he could only dream of happening to him - in fact, the realization was too painful, knowing even money couldn't buy him this kind of pleasure.

So he closed his eyes.

"Who said you could stop watching!?" Amanda noticed immediately, throttling his head back and forth, close to tearing a clump of his brown hair out, "Don't you dare close those fucking eyes again!"

Dani looked back up at her, tears welling around his sockets. Amanda stared back with obvious revulsion, shaking her head. The futa grabbed Janice again, who hadn't stopped slobbering over her package the entire time, and pulled her up. Spinning her around, she lifted the blonde up over her cock and speared her down onto it, shoving her onto her ramrod until the dent her skin crested her face. Janice wailed at the penetration, her cunt squirting over Dani's face, which was only inches away from her gaped hole. Amanda pistoned into her once again, bouncing her up and down on her steel-hard shaft, the chair groaning loudly under them until it couldn't handle the extra force; the entire thing splintered and shattered below the futa, but she didn't fall - she didn't even stop fucking Dani's boss. She held herself up in an actual squat this time, her calves bulging as they flexed, softballs of muscle peering through her tan flesh.

"Amanda you're a Goddess!" Janice yelled into the air, "Fuck me as much as you want! I'm yours forever! Breed me!"

Fucking Janice roughly, she juggled the constantly-orgasming woman, using nothing but her ponderous pole to do so. Tits bounding against her taut abdomen and hitting herself in the chin with each thrust, she gripped her belly, wrapping her arms around it like she was trying to brace herself against the hardcore pounding; her belly, which had started to deflate, was filled right back up, growing, ballooning once again. Dani's boss had been turned into a figure of fertility, a perverse mockery of the proper woman she once was, reduced to nothing but another outlet for his wife to play with - and it was clear she loved it. All the humiliation Dani was being put through witnessing this, all of this, turned to an anger that matched his wife's. Lip trembling, he couldn't contain the outburst building up inside of him.

"How, how could you do this to me!?" he yelled towards his wife, fidgeting under her tight hold, "How can you just… just come to my job and fuck everything up!? Fuck up my life like this? I don't deserve this you, you bitch !"

She inspected him with cold eyes and let go of his head.

"Seems like you still haven't got the message yet, you stupid fucking bastard."

Standing back up while still fucking Janice, Amanda looked down at her husband. Glaring at him, she leaned back and then spit directly onto Dani's face, hitting him between the eyes. Moving past him, she walked around the obliterated office, studying each woman she had already ruined, whispering reminders to them that no one else, especially not Dani, could ever fuck her like she could. Picking two of them out of the pile of cum-engorged bodies, she tossed one over her shoulder and lifted the other with her free hand and began to walk towards the front door, paying no more mind to the other's she'd left behind, Janice still bobbing up and down her cock. Standing at the exit, she craned her neck, looking back at Dani, who was staring into space, shaking from anger, his fists balled at his sides.

"Dani?"

He peered over at the sound of his name being mentioned.

"I'll see you soon."

Chapter 3: A Surprise At The Gym

Summary:

Dani goes to the gym to try and put on some muscle, only to find a familiar face doing the same thing

Notes:

Third part of this commission. No sex this time, just some humiliation of the muscle and strength variety at a gym! This story still has quite a few parts waiting to be released!

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An important note that I am going to keep reiterating: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect.

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Dani grunted as he curled a barbell, his skinny, pale arms showing only the slightest hint of muscle as it flexed from the strain. He stood in front of one the large mirrors, clad in a pair of loose shorts and a black tank top, his white-as-a-ghost, slender limbs displayed to the world, headphones in his ears. Sweat dripped off his face as he gave his all in lifting the weight, sixty-pounds in total, checking himself out as he did. Dani could feel his arms start to give out, but he was so close to finishing his reps! Eyes clenching shut, he tried to lift the metal bar one last time, not quite getting it up to his chest before he had to drop it, the whole thing bouncing off the rubber mat of the deadlift section of the business; ah well, he'd gotten close enough for it to count anyway! Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, and then bent over to grab his water bottle.

He was at one of the local gyms, one he had bought a membership to forever ago at Amanda's insistence. It never really got any use, except maybe on occasions she had inquired if he had used it, making him feel guilty for not being more fit. Dani rolled his eyes at the thought; he was in perfectly fine shape, there was nothing wrong with his body! Still, now was as good a time as any to put on some muscle and give himself a fighting chance at defending himself against the hulk of a person he was married to. That would show her! Confront her, give her an eyeful of what she had lost, prove he was a real man. It helped that he had a lot more time now that he was temporarily out of a job - he'd received a call from someone in upper management after he'd got home that day, telling him the office had been broken into and vandalized, with, unsurprisingly, no witnesses. So the building had been shut down, and the company was working on getting its employees work-from-home software in the meantime.

But for now, he had the freedom to prepare and plan his revenge.

Cautiously, he had driven home that day, making several laps around his neighborhood, checking for any signs that Amanda was around; to his luck, she was nowhere to be found. He tiptoed through the house regardless of that fact, peeking around every corner and even glancing under the bed like she could ever hope to fit under there. He noticed a lot of her things were missing, much of his own clothing strewn about the bedroom, but that seemed to be the worst of it - except for his computer, of course. Dani had expected it after his wife told him she snooped around in his personal files and history, and it wasn't a shock to see that it was destroyed, looking as though she had put her fist straight through the monitor. Thankfully, she seemed to have ignored the actual computer, the tower intact - she probably wasn't smart enough to know the difference between the two anyway!

Finishing his swig of water, Dani chuckled to himself at the thought. Amanda was nothing more than a meathead, a muscled thug who thought with her dick, and compared to him, she barely had two brain cells to bang together! He had the charm, the good looks, and the intelligence - outmaneuvering her would be easy. She had just caught him off-guard is all. But that wouldn't happen again. Dani would be alert, ready, prepared for whatever she came at him with, and he'd be able to fight back this time. That's right, he'd make her wish she never fucked with him, betraying him like that after so many years of putting up with her needs and that fucking… thing between her legs. She should have been grateful he gave her a chance in the first place, he had been doing her a favor.

Puffing out his chest, confident from his internal pep-talk, Dani checked himself out in the mirror. Flexing one of his meager biceps, barely a dent made in his arm as he did, he twisted his body around, pulling his version of poses he had seen bodybuilders do. He beat his fist against his chest and smiled smugly at his reflection; with some more muscle, he would be irresistible. Yeah, that would show Amanda! Turning around, rolling his shoulders as he did, Dani walked over to the area that contained the dumbbells, the next workout he had planned. Grabbing a couple of the twenty pound weights, he sat at one of the nearby benches, placing them at his feet - instead of launching into more curls, Dani pulled out his phone, checking to see if the current other woman in his life had messaged him.

After fiddling with his phone for several minutes, he stretched his arms and looked around the room. He wasn't alone in the gym, people of all ages and levels of fitness exercising at the various machines and stations near him - but one patron in particular caught his eyes. It was a woman who could only be described as a gym bunny, almost stereotypically so; tan, lean but with obvious muscle definition, and an ass that looked like it had been formed from thousands of squats. Deeply tan, so much so that it looked fake, glossy black hair, and large pink lips, she was hot as hell as she knew it! Dani realized she caught him ogling her, and gave him a sideways glance, not stopping her leg lifts. Giving her a cocky smile and a head nod, Dani winked at the stranger, reaching down for one of his weights. She raised an eyebrow back, rolled her eyes and looked away, staring back at the numerous metal blocks she was currently raising towards the top of the machine. Dani frowned in surprise and quickly looked back down at his weights.

Whatever, she didn't know what she was missing - she would change her tune when she saw how strong he was!

Turning up his music, Dani lifted one dumbbell and curled it towards his bicep, his arm trembling as he did, unused to carrying so much weight alone. With a labored breath, he counted aloud, grunting as he let the weight fall back to his knees. Closing his eyes he repeated this as many times as he could, an arduous process that he was determined to get through. Hitting his goal – eight whole repetitions – he dropped the weight and gasped, rubbing his forearm with his freehand. After several minutes of mustering his strength, he grabbed the other weight and repeated his actions, even slower this time, his body worn down sooner than expected; about halfway through, he had to grip his wrist with his other hand and lifted the dumbbell with both. Dani managed to get to the second-to-last rep, before his limbs fully gave out, the handheld weight thudding onto the ground between his feet. Gasping, trying to get as much oxygen into his weakened form as he could, he opened his eyes after his body finally stopped quivering, his vision slowly returning as the exhaustion spots cleared.

Rubbing his face, having left his glasses at home, on the neck of his tank top, which was already soaked and darkened by the immense amount of sweat he'd released already in his fifteen minutes at the gym, Dani displayed an exhausted smile; damn he was strong! Rising up, he stretched his arms, extending them out over his head and groaned loudly, trying to put bass in his voice as he did. He checked out his own muscles again, ready to see them big and hard already, wincing as he flexed them - nothing noticeable yet, but they probably had to relax first for that to happen. Sitting back down on the bench, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his texts and trying to decide if it was worth continuing in his tired state. He could work out his legs, use it as an opportunity to talk to that woman – he'd probably just misread her expression anyway – and maybe score an upgrade over his current side piece while he was at it. Yeah, that was a good plan. Dani glanced back over at where the gym bunny had been exercising, subtly seeing if she was impressed by his display of masculinity.

What the fuck!?

A massive wall of muscle blocked his view of the fit beauty, only one of her toned legs visible around the imposing, towering bulk. Long brown hair flowed down her mountainous traps and bulging delts, which pushed and dented the material of her black sports bra. It stopped where the tight top ended, which gave way to even more muscle, hills and valleys of strength formed around her spine, crafted peaks and ridges that let any onlooker see every defined curve of power she possessed. Her ass was just amazing, barely constrained in a pair of spats that matched her bra, the fabric practically painted onto her behind, forming around what looked like two, luscious watermelons that didn't jiggle in the slightest as she laughed at something the gym bunny said, hinting that the twin cheeks were tough enough crush any hand that foolishly tried to grope them.

The rest of her was just as giant, if not more so. Her compact shorts ended mid-thigh, revealing even more ludicrous strength. Each thigh could put a tree trunk to shame, bulbous bubbles of dense meat cased in engorged veins covering the tan skin on her legs, visible even through the dark material. Her calves were equally as grotesquely great, big as a person's face, and they ended at her incredibly wide ankles, that looked strained from carrying all her condensed weight; her feet were huge as well, the sneakers she wore almost comically large, like they were a pair that Shaq would fit into. She was standing with her hands on her wide hips, the muscles on her forearms and biceps equivalent to the ones on her legs, if not somehow even bigger ! Dani was astonished to see this paragon of physical fitness, this living testament to the heights of what the human body can achieve, right here in front of him, because this perfect person was his wife .

Amanda was here, chatting up the woman that he was supposed to bag!

Dani watched them walk over to another machine, one he didn't quite understand the workings or point of. The black-haired girl got in one first, his wife walking to the weights attached to it. He could vaguely hear them chat as the gym bunny placed her thick thighs around a pair of pads in the middle, Amanda pulling out the pin in the weights. There was more laughing as she moved the pin all the way down to the bottom, giving the woman a teasing look, before placing it in the middle of the stack of heavy metal. She moved to the machine next to her, and did place her pin at the bottom of the weights, before settling into the seat; even from a distance, he could hear the contraption groan under her weight. They began to workout, pushing their thighs inward, holding the grips at their hips, – though Amanda was barely able to use the machine due her massive size – casually talking the whole time, backs resting against the seatback like they were relaxed. Dani sat, unmoving on the bench, glaring at the interruption in his plans.

Making up his mind after staring at them for several minutes, Dani got up and marched towards the machines. Strategically picking one that would be out of Amanda's sight, but still in the fit woman's peripheral, he sat down, trying to get comfortable. He moved the pin awkwardly around, trying to place it where he thought the gym bunny's was located, his understanding of the purpose of the device still limited. Leaning forward, he tried to copy their movements, pushing his twiggy thighs against the pads, but ran into an immediate problem; there was too much resistance. No matter how hard he strained, they didn't move at all. He hunched over further to try and force the strength into his legs, but couldn't make any progress regardless of his efforts. Resigning himself to lower the weight, he lifted the pin up higher… and higher… and higher… until it was only a couple places from the top. Only then did he manage to make the pads move, exerting every ounce of strength he possessed.

By the time he had managed a few full reps, most of his ending only halfway finished, they were already up and moving.

The reason they had seemed to move on so quickly was because Amanda had destroyed the machine. While the gym bunny next to her had kept pressing and releasing, his wife had held the entire thing still between her bulbous thighs, like all that weight wasn't even there. Eventually, the contraptions of metal bars and weights collapsed under the strain, the pads folding between her musculature, the rest of it falling into a heap next to her. He could hear Amanda give out a giggle and a 'whoops', while the dark-haired woman next to her just stared in awe; Dani rolled his eyes. Of course she would do something like that here! This is what caused their premature exit, the pair leaving behind the expensive wreckage for someone else to deal with.

If the object of his lust had noticed him at all, she didn't give any indication she had, too infatuated with the giant futa next to her; to Dani's growing annoyance, they moved towards the dumbbell rack, a place he'd already been! He could see the gym bunny grab a pair that were twice as big as the one's he'd used, and his wife, of course, grabbed the biggest set the gym had, each circular weight the size of his head, a spray of dust flying off of them as they were raised into the air - clearly they didn't get much use. They stood next to each other, facing the mirror, arms at their sides, and then in unison, began to curl their dumbbells. Dani quickly got up, almost stumbling over the machine, and power walked over towards the bench he'd carelessly left his own at. He tried to match their stances while staying far away, backing up so much he teetered on the edge of the walking path, something he became very aware of when someone bumped into him.

He did his best to ignore the 'asshole' hurled his way when it happened.

Amanda was having a good evening, at least until now. She had come to this one on a whim, recognizing it due to the close proximity to her house, her usual body building gym closed for deep cleaning; she had tried to get Dani to come here with her several times over the years, and he rarely relented, even after many promises that he'd give it a shot. Upon entering, she noticed a very fit, attractive woman, and introduced herself - working out was always better with a partner! The woman, Laura, as she learned, was a regular, and complimented her on her physique, eagerly agreeing to being her buddy for the night. Things were going swimmingly until lo and behold, who did she in the mirror watching her and her new friend? Dani. The little asshole would come to the gym on his own after everything that happened. Smirking, she watched his atrocious form in the reflection, his curls ending at his stomach for some reason, the paltry weights not rising over his chest. What a dumbass!

She studied him, taking an immediate notice that he was dividing his attention between leering at Laura's ass and checking out her tits in the mirror whenever they squished against her arms during a rep. Anger was the emotion she felt first, that same heat she felt when she caught him cheating began to burn at her core, but it quickly gave way to something else - though it wasn't a complete change. This fury could be channeled into something productive , like she had done at his office. Something… fulfilling . Smiling at the image of her husband, she began to pump her arms faster, ramping up her workout, making sure to grunt loudly to get the attention of Laura. The gym bunny looked her way almost instantly, clearly admiring her insane body, her eyes drifting down to the obscene, obvious bulge in her spats; Amanda made no motion that she had noticed this appreciated admiring, instead flexing ever so slightly, letting her muscles pop out even more intensely. Tonight just went from good, to amazing .

Letting her arms fall to her sides, she dropped the weights and continued to stare at Dani in the mirror.

Her thoughts becoming more devilish by the second, Amanda raised her arms above her head, curling them inward until her fists were next to ears. With a loud grunt she flexed. Barrel sized biceps extended out every which way, pressing into her trapeziuses, each of which were wider than Dani's arms, and touched the bottom of her chin. The veins across her muscles engorged with blood, widening like pencils under her skin, visibly pulsing as they pumped blood into her flexed form. Each tendon, dip and ridge became unnaturally defined, showing off that if anything, the futa somehow possessed a negative amount of body fat, like she was living, breathing mound of pure strength . Her chest puffed out, putting her sports bra to the test, her pecs pushing out a foot past her face. Amanda could see in the reflection that Laura was once again admiring her, her own workout stopped from the stupefying display of otherworldly power. Dropping the pose, Amanda bent over and grabbed the weight again.

"Whew, that was a good warm-up," she turned and smiled at the dark-haired woman, "what did you want to do next?"

"Well, would you spot me at the bench press? I don't get to use it often because I'm usually alone and creepy guys just stare at my chest the whole time if I ask them!"

"Men are such pigs," they laughed at the obvious truth of the statement, reracking their weights "and I would love to!"

"Perfect! They're right over here…"

The pair turned to begin heading over to the benches before Amanda suddenly stopped. Laura almost didn't see her new companion halt in her place, catching herself as she nearly tripped in her effort to cease her movement all at once. Looking up at the enormous futanari next to her, she saw that she was staring intently as someone. Following her gaze, it fell onto the only person around them: that weird guy that had been watching her earlier. His arms were shaking, as they tried to keep his puny dumbbells in the air, his face tomato-red and covered in sweaty condensation. This strange man and Amanda had locked eyes like they were having an impromptu staring contest, both of their faces contorted into scowls. Laura looked back and forth several times between them, before placing a hand on one of Amanda's immense biceps.

"Do you like, know this guy Amanda?"

"I do, unfortunately ," she smiled down at the gym bunny, "this is my husband, Dani. How funny we should run into him while talking about creepy men."

"Husband…?"

Dani dropped his weights unceremoniously and waltzed over to them, panting loudly.

"What are you doing here Amanda?" he tried to keep his voice even, not wanting to scare off Laura with his anger, "You don't go to this gym!"

"Hello Dani, what a surprise to see you in an actual gym for once in your life."

"Are you stalking me or something? Why are you here?"

Amanda crossed her arms over her chest and stepped forward, creating a barrier between Dani and Laura.

"Mine isn't available tonight. It's more of a shock to see you here. Decide to try and finally put some muscle on that pathetic body of yours? Of course you'd do this after you cheated on me!"

The futa made sure to raise her voice with that last statement, making sure everyone in earshot knew what kind of man he was. Several gym-goers glanced over, naturally curious to know what the commotion was. Dani's face grew an even deeper scarlet, and he looked back and forth, throwing a nasty look at anyone paying attention. Trying to straighten his shoulders and lift himself up on the balls of his feet to appear taller, he did his best to mimic his wife's imposing presence, crossing his arms over his chest in a pale mockery of her power. They stayed like that for a pregnant moment, Amanda daring him to say something, while he couldn't think of any kind of comeback that wouldn't make him look like a scumbag; how had she managed to trick him like this!? Their silent standoff was interrupted by Laura stepping around Amanda and placing a hand back on her arm, her tiny hand dwarfed by the mass of insane muscle.

"Should I get someone? Is he going to be a problem?"

"There's no problem here!" Dani spat at her, his rage getting the best of him, "I was just here minding my own business and working out! If someone has a problem it's her !"

Amanda glowered at him for a quick second before her features relaxed.

"And that's what we were doing. In fact, we were about to head to the bench presses - Laura here asked me to spot her."

"Oh yeah, well I, uh I…"

Oh she had him hook, line and sinker!

"...that's where I was going too!"

"Without a spotter?" Laura raised an eyebrow at him.

"Y-Yeah, I don't need one! Never have!"

Amanda couldn't help but laugh at the falsities he spewed so easily.

"Sure Dani, sure. Why don't you take a bench close to us, just in case. I'm pretty confident I can handle any weight that you can't!"

It was Laura's turn to giggle, and she saddled up closer to her new friend.

"Uh, well, we'll see I guess…"

Placing a hand on the small of Laura's back, Amanda guided her to their original destination; knowing Dani was watching, she made sure to let her hand slide lower down the gym bunny's body than it needed to, something that wasn't hard considering her palms completely encompassed half of her torso. Rubbing her fingers against the top of the tan girl's ass as a test, she couldn't help but give a satisfied smile as she felt that bubbly behind wiggle against her massive digits. There was a rumble in her barely-contained loins, but she ignored it - there would be time for that soon enough! Reaching the benches, she had Laura lie down on one, and, suiting someone who spent many hours everyday at the gym, she picked a near-perfect amount of weight to add onto the bar, her estimation only a tad higher than the fit woman's usual number a solid one-hundred and eighty-five pounds. Laura even made a joking comment about this, mentioning she was unsure if she could handle it.

"Mmm, with that body hun, I'm sure you got this," Amanda purred, taking her position in front of Laura's face, "besides, I'll make sure to save you if anything goes wrong."

"Okay Amanda, I trust you!"

As the pair flirted openly, Dani hopped onto the bench next to them, having taken a random guess at the amount of weight he'd be able to handle - a whole fifty pounds lower than her. He stared at Laura as she took the bar off its holders and began her first rep, her biceps flexing impressively as they strained with effort. Once again he tried to match her pose, sliding up the bench until his feet dangled above the ground. Putting his hands on the cold metal, he grunted as he managed to actually lift it into the air - holy shit, he'd actually put on the right amount! Arms shaking, his elbows spread out to the sides as he lowered it to his chest, letting bar rest on his non-existent pecs. Struggling to raise it again, he popped his torso upward, giving him the momentum he needed to complete a rep. This was way easier than he thought it would be!

"Oh look at you Dani," Amanda commented, "a real stud lifting all that weight!"

Laura and Amanda snickered at a joke he was unaware of, the gym bunny casting an unimpressed glance his way. Trying to ignore them and the burning in his muscles, he kept up his pace, using the same rhythm to complete each repetition. Next to him, Amanda heaped praise on Laura, complimenting her form and her strength, constantly telling her how impressed she was with her strength. Giggling was the only response she received back, the dark-haired woman turning into a blushing school girl around the bodybuilder-built futa. A pain began to sting in Dani's chest, growing more intense on only his second rep - he tried not to let it bother him, sure that it just meant he was getting stronger. His grunts grew louder, almost completely blocking out the chit-chat next to him, until his wife's voice reached his ears once more.

"You know, I love when girls have a lot of muscle. Really shows the care and effort they put into their body. You already have a great figure, but I think if you got even stronger, it would be so hot."

"R-Really?" Laura panted, sweat sheening her body, giving it an alluring luster, "You think I would be better looking? I wouldn't look too manly?"

"Oh not at all Laura," Amanda smiled above her, "you're already beautiful, but imagine how good you would look showing up all the men in this place! We can ramp up this workout if you want."

"I, I don't know if I can handle it Amanda!"

"Oh you can. I'm sure you can handle anything I give you."

"Hmmm okay, I don't think you would let me get hurt. Are you gonna add more weight to the bar?"

"Hmmm something like that, just let me adjust myself first…"

Chapter 4: The Gym Humiliation Continues

Summary:

Things continue to ramp up at the gym!

Notes:

Fourth part of this commission. Getting to the climax of this section of the story, but there is much, much more waiting to still be released.

Find out how to support me and read the full completed story by following me on Twitter: /misterretsim_

Tags are for the story as a whole.

An important note that I am going to keep reiterating: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect.

Comments and feedback are appreciated!

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Spreading her legs and placing her hands on the bar, keeping it still, Amanda squatted down above Laura's face. Her plan worked perfectly, her protruding package landing right on her new partner's head, draping gently over her countenance, mashing into her features. A muffled squeal rang out from under her pulsating junk - but Laura didn't fight it. The gym bunny stayed still, breathing heavily, her nipples poking through her sports bra, her thighs rubbing together. Placing one of her hands on the top of the bar, Amanda applied a slight amount of pressure, causing the other pair of hands holding it to shake. They stayed like this until Laura seemed to get the message, and she slowly completed another rep with the added, human-created weight, grunting into the underside of the futa's sack.

"Sorry, I know I'm a little big down there. Hope it's not an issue!"

A muted moan was the fit woman's answer. Amanda helped Laura through this perverse-workout, helping her lift the bar when she struggled with it, rubbing her cock and balls against her features all the while. Unable to help herself, Amanda glanced at Dani, who had stopped his own exercise to openly gawk at them, his bar resting against his chest. The sight of her husband's jealous astonishment caused a throb to course through her groin, tears popping the seams in her shorts, sections of her massive cock appearing for him to see; Dani gasped at sudden development in his wife's outfit, making him lose his grip on the weights. The bar rolled up his chest and landed on his neck, causing him to choke and kick out as it began crushing his windpipe. Watching impassively, Amanda waited until his face started to turn blue before she acted. Carrying Laura's bar with ease in one hand, she casually made her way to Dani, and like it was nothing, removed the bar from the chokehold it had on him with her other hand.

"Damn Dani," she ignored his gasps of air and nonchalantly lifted both sets of weights over head in an exaggerated press, "this isn't anything! I'm pretty sure I could lift this much in middle school. Guess you're not the big strong man you thought you were. So much for putting on muscle!"

She studied his struggling face, a sly smile forming on her lips.

"Maybe I can help you out!"

With a loud grunt, Amanda flexed her body, letting her muscles pop, including her lower one; her spats were obliterated, finishing the job the growth in her cock had done, freeing the bottom half. Her package came swinging out, still soft but no-less impressive. Massive member hanging over her steadily-inflating balls, drooping lower than her knees, her giant glans bouncing against her shins, the entire package swaying from its immense heft in the open air. Sneering at the fact that Dani hadn't noticed yet, still coughing and rubbing at his throat, she stepped forward until her genitalia was above his face. Like she had done to Laura, who she noted smugly was open-mouth staring at her insane endowment, Amanda dropped into a squat, although a much deeper one this time. A muffled scream came from below her as her package began to suffocate her husband.

"Try lifting this Dani! Might help you put on some muscle finally!"

She laughed and shook her hips, smearing her gurgling cum factories across his countenance. Dani's hand's flew upward, grabbing at the extreme sack of virility, his tiny fingers sinking into its leathery skin, completely encompassed in the incredible mass. Barely able to grip even one of her titanic testicles, unable to make even the slightest dent in their enormity, he attempted to lift one. His skinny arms strained and flexed what little bulk they had, but still no progress was made. They didn't budge an inch, weighing on his features heavily, some of the thick flesh sinking into his mouth as he tried to suck in oxygen. Amanda continued to bellow loudly with mirth, gyrating back and forth across her husband's head.

"Jesus you're pathetic - you can't even lift your wife's balls!" she taunted, grinning wildly, "Look at you, all skin and bones. I don't even think a pack of starving wolves would bother to make a meal out of you! How are you ever gonna fuck a woman properly with those chicken legs and scrawny arms? I don't think you'll ever be able to grow!"

She turned her head towards Laura, who was watching with rapt attention.

"Hey hon, sorry to get you mixed up in this. Can you do me a favor?"

"Uh it's okay Amanda," she took a hand off her chest, realizing she'd been groping herself the entire time, "H-How can I help?"

"Can you get a bar ready for me?" the massive futa tossed one of the metal poles in her hands over, landing it perfectly in front of the gym bunny, "I'd like to do some lifting next."

"Sure, um, how much weight do you want me to put on it?"

"As much as you can!" Amanda laughed again, still grinding herself against her struggling husband, "A thousand pounds is a good start!"

Laura's eyes went wide, but she nodded nonetheless and picked up the bar.

"God, you still haven't been able to lift my balls? You're such a little bitch!"

Amanda hunched over, practically folding herself in half, and whispered at Dani's extremity-earmuffed head.

"You'll never, ever be as strong as me, Dani. You could spend every waking moment in the gym for a hundred years and I'd still be able to snap you in half. Never forget that. Never forget the fucking power I have over you, cumstain."

Straightening back up, Amanda looked over at Laura, smiling at her as she put on the last, immense hunk of metal onto the end of the bar. The entire thing sagged slightly, bending upward in the middle, the amount of weight almost too much for it to handle - aka the perfect amount for the futa. Standing back up straight, Amanda finally let her husband free of his potent-prison, a loud gasp coming from under her. Stepping back, she reached forward as he hacked and coughed, testicle-tinged spit flying from his lips, and wrapped a hand around one of his thin arms, her fingers almost meeting twice over. Yanking him to the side, rolling him onto the ground, she dragged his pathetic, weak body over to the other bench, casually dropping the bar he'd barely been able to lift and that she'd curled easily to the ground. Pushing Dani forward so he was kneeled at the bench, she strode over him and positioned herself properly, grabbing the bar.

Before she started lifting, she addressed her husband.

"Now you can see what real strength is. Maybe learn a thing or two - though I doubt it would help. And remember: don't fucking move. If you do… then I'll show you how angry I can get."

Dani glared at her, but didn't say anything, his whole body shaking.

She glared back at him from around one of her massive shoulders.

"Now don't say a word, or I'll make sure you never speak again!"

Laura openly laughed at Amanda's threats at her place at the front of the bench as she put her hands on the bar, turning his face red from exhaustion and embarrassment. Not bothering to give Dani anymore of her time, Amanda's muscles tightened then flexed, expanding outward, a hint of her true brawn showing in her biceps. Without seemingly an ounce of strain, she raised the weights up, the bar nearly touching Laura's face due to the futa's incredible arm-span. She smiled at the dark-haired woman's shocked expression and held it there for almost a minute, showing off, letting everyone in the vicinity get a taste of her strength; and many people were watching by this point. Amanda had noticed as she moved from workout to workout that many of the gym-goers, mostly women, had gone silent and started to stare, some even coming to areas closer to her to get a better view. Good, she liked an audience!

Lowering the weights, Amanda began to complete reps in earnest. The bar dropped and rose swiftly, her muscles tensing and flexing with each successive completion. Laura wasn't even pretending to actually spot her at this point, not that she'd be able to help anyway, her eyes roaming over the futa's body instead. She admired every inch of her new friend's physique, from her heaving chest that refused to compress when the bar came close to it, down to her third leg, which hung gravidly over the end of the bench, her enormous testicles and fat cockhead resting heavily against the ground. Even if she wasn't aware of it, the signs of arousal that showed on her body were growing more and more visible: her cheeks were flush, showing under her tan skin, her nipples couldn't have been any more obvious against her top, and the wet spot in her yoga pants was spreading out to her thighs. All things that Amanda was very much paying attention to.

"Hey Laura, can you help me with something again?"

"Sure!" The gym bunny spoke quickly, much to Dani's observant chagrin, "What, uh, can I do for you Amanda?"

"Wellll it would really help if you get between my legs and give me a little massage! It would help me focus on lifting all this weight - my muscles down there can be really distracting when I'm trying to work out!"

"Down there…?"

"Oh you know hun," Amanda paused to nod down towards her soft package, "just do what you can!"

"Um, yeah, of course. Whatever you need!"

Fumbling with herself for a moment, Laura slowly strode towards the end of the bench, not giving Dani a single iota of recognition as she passed him. Standing awkwardly between Amanda's bare legs, she looked back and forth, her eyes wide. Gulping, she kneeled down and reached out, her slim fingers brushing against the top of Amanda's cock; it immediately lurched at the feeling, adding numerous inches onto its already insane length, striking out like a startled serpent and punching into the gym bunny's chest. Laura nearly fell back from the force, gasping at the feeling, her hands going to where it touched her and rubbing the area tenderly. More cautiously this time, she extended a hand again and pet the pulsing meat like it was an animal that might bite her.

"Oops sorry about that! I swear it has a mind of its own sometimes."

Laura didn't respond, letting her hands do the talking for it. Placing both on the awakening beast, she stroked what parts of it she could wrap her fingers around - which wasn't much. Amanda's cock was hot to the touch, nearly burning her fingers, but she wasn't deterred by the feeling; quite the opposite. If anything this intense heat only added to the amazement she felt towards the biggest dick she'd ever seen or touched, her breathing growing heavy. Leaning forward, she lifted the end up, her arms straining to hold such the massive, weighty thing, and brought it to her face. Massaging the futa's incredible glans, the tips of her digits running over every wrinkle and ridge of her enormity, she maneuvered her head right in front of it and stuck out her tongue. Licking at the slit, one wide enough she could french kiss , Laura went to work doing her best to please her new friend's bitch breaker.

"Oooh that feels amazing Laura!" Amanda complimented, still effortlessly benching the weights, her muscles growing in time with her cock, "Bet you wish you could feel this Dani! I know you were ogling my friend here the whole time we've been working out!"

She was right, but Dani would never admit it. He tried to focus on a random part of his wife's face and not look at anything else, as hard as it was; he would rather look anywhere else, but he knew from the incident at the office what would be in store for him if he did. Doing his best to ignore the slurping sounds coming from Amanda's lower half while fighting the stirring in his own loins, he stared forward, biting his lower lip, his hands balled at his sides. The wheels in his brain turned as quickly as they could, trying to formulate revenge, attempting to come up with any method to escape this situation. Running would be no use, and neither would yelling for help - Amanda could easily thwart either plan, her strength unmatched by anyone in the building. Besides, people who got close seemed to fall under her spell, and Dani could see another woman take a seat at a bench close by to watch. Come on, there had to be some way out of this!

This night couldn't have gone better, and it was only getting more pleasure for the massive futanari. She got to workout, her second favorite thing to do, meet a new fuckbuddy, with many other possible candidates gathering around her, and humiliate her husband! The bar flew up and down over her effortlessly, the loud grunts she let out purely for the benefits of her onlookers and to mess with Dani further. She could do this until the gym closed; however, it was almost time to move on, to get ready for the finale. Amanda could feel her cock grow steadily at Laura's ministrations, nearly half-hard now - but it wasn't the time to reveal all of her cards yet! After numerous reps, one's she wasn't even really counting, she gave a last push, bellowing as she held the bar up as high as it would go, making sure to draw as much attention to herself as she could. Sighing with satisfaction, she racked the weights back on their holder and sat up, the sound of groaning metal coming from under her.

The bench had warped under massive lats, which had involuntarily crushed it inward as they flexed.

"What do you think bitch?" Amanda addressed Dani as she slipped into a half most-muscular pose, still sitting, "Do you really think you'd be able to match all of this!?"

Fists at her hips, she flexed her upper-half. Striations and veins appeared across her body, defining every one of the outrageously hard muscles that she had. Biceps pressed against her ribs, the arteries lacing both sets of brawn rubbing against each other, fighting for dominance in the little space she gave them. Her abs bulged, each individual shelf of muscle as wide as Dani's face, eight incredible, monstrous displays of human perfection extending outward. Lats rose even higher, her forearms popped like Popeye's after a can of spinach, and even her neck swelled with undeniable, powerful girth. Every inch of Amanda's sculpted form defied human limits, practically breaking reality, almost doubling her mass from a simple flex alone, showing just how much she held back on a daily basis.

Standing up with a deafening roar, Amanda twisted her body, gripping one of her wrists in her giant hand; Laura was unintentionally knocked backward, landing hard on her ass with a shocked expression on her face. Both of the futa's thighs matched the rest of her growth, webbed with veins, corded with fibers of muscle that laced every inch of her legs down to her feet. Her cock wasn't immune to this growth either. A combination of Laura's touch and Amanda's arousal at her own, mighty image, caused it to expand - though it still wasn't hard. The corpulent cum cannon hung down to her ankles , the ridiculous, red-with-blood, head dripped apple-sized dollops of precum onto the floor before her, staining it in her milky essence. Her balls likewise hung low, each one audibly churning with the flood of seed they were screaming to release, the stretched-taut sack matching the rest of Amanda's being in size and definition.

"See all this you scrawny little fuck!? This is what women want! Not your sad, pathetic, worthless body and tiny dick you have hiding in those shorts!"

Amanda continued to seethe at her husband, her nostrils flaring like an enraged bull's.

"I can't believe I ever…" she trailed off, before showing Dani a wide grin, "You know what? You're gonna come with me and Laura. We're gonna do some barbell squats. Maybe you'll be able to show off how much of a man you are there!"

She looked down at Laura.

"You're okay with that, right?"

"Of course Godde– Amanda. Whatever you want!"

"Who… who says I'm going anywhere with you!?" Dani interrupted, struggling to his feet, "I don't have to prove anything!"

"I do."

With a swift motion, Amanda snaked an arm out and wrapped it around Dani's neck. Like disciplining a bad dog, she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, shaking him back and forth as she lifted him off of his feet. Dani screamed in pain and kicked out, his feet not connecting with anything, completely suspended by his wife's powerful paw. Carrying him in such an embarrassing way, she made her way to the squat racks, Laura and a bevy of admirers following behind. Tossing him onto the floor in front of the bars, Amanda set up three sets of weight, Laura on one side, Dani on the other, with herself in the middle. The weights for Dani's matched his bench press, Laura's even more, while Amanda put on at least twice the amount for herself. As Laura took her spot, Amanda glowered at her husband until he reluctantly got up, trying to ignore the crowd of women watching them, completely surrounded, any escape he might have had a chance of making cut off. He tried to match Laura's stance under his wife's glaring gaze.

"Alright, get started limpdick. Maybe you'll be able to impress me for once in your life!"

Several obvious snickers rang out from behind them. Dani closed his eyes, trying to shut out his audience and the numerous phone cameras pointed towards the trio. Placing his hands on the bar, he strained to lift it off of the rack, finally getting into the air and placing it on his shoulders. Thin, gaunt knees wobbling and pointing inward, he began to squat, tipping back and forth, almost falling from a lack of balance. Making it all the way down, his face turning as pink as a pig, he let out a strangled gasp as he rose up on his toes, somehow completing a full rep. He tried to give Amanda a challenging look, eyes forced open from effort, a cocky but tired smile showing on his features; his wife looked back at him, shaking her head and tapping her foot.

"Fucking look at you. So weak, so bad at all this. Ya know, if you ever went to the gym with me when I asked, you wouldn't be in such a sorry state. Your strength, form, the amount of effort you put into it - all wrong. Look at Laura, she makes you look like a fucking child !"

More laughs rang out around them.

True to her word, Laura was doing the same thing with much more finesse while lifting even more weight than Dani managed to lift. Stance perfect, she grunted with each rep, though her body didn't tremble nor did she look like she was about to fall over and die. To Dani's continued embarrassment, he couldn't tell why she was doing better than him, even though it was obvious she was. Trying to straighten his posture, he tried again, but made no changes - it was just as hard as before and only growing more difficult. His pale, boney legs teetered, the tiny toothpicks that held him up, unable to handle the small amount of weight. Dani watched as Amanda finally got fed up enough to stop staring, and moved to her own rack in the middle, taking a stance that mirrored Laura's - although she had to adjust herself just to fit under the bar.

"Jesus I can't believe how bad you are at this," Amanda gave him another look before she started lifting, "you're barely quarter squatting that paltry amount of weight! Laura's form is perfect - that's why she has an actual body, instead of whatever you have. Just skin and bones. You might as well be a walking skeleton!"

Her body showed only the slightest amount of tension as she lifted the insanely heavy bar off of the rack, the entire metal holder crying with relief now that its burden had been eased. The contrast compared to her husband's sickly body was almost comical, like they were on the opposite ends of the scale of human development. A weakling next to a Goddess. A pitiful excuse for a man next to the pinnacle of power. A person that a strong breeze could break their bones next to a living tank. There were more flashes, more snaps of cameras, more 'oohs' and 'aahs', as Amanda started doing reps. Massive cock and giant testicles bouncing against the floor as she fell into a deep squat, slapping loudly against the mat, displaying she was carrying a weight between her legs heavier than most people could hope to lift. Smiling at her admirers, Amanda grunted loudly and flexed, putting on a show for all the women who would be impaled on her fleshy spear by the end of the night.

"Watch and learn, weakling," Amanda yelled going into her first rep, "I'll show you how it's fucking done!"

The more repetitions Amanda did, the harder her cock started to get. It was like the up-and-down motions were pumping blood into her member, finishing what Laura had started. Rising up off the ground, it sagged under its own incredible girth at first, pointing at a downward angle towards the floor, bobbing wildly as it grew erect. In no time, it was aimed directly at the group of women fawning over the muscle goddess, seed bubbling from the tip. Next to her, Laura had finished her set of ten reps, while Dani still struggled through his third, and without any direction, moved towards the futa; jealous eyes watched as she groped the vast swathes of cockflesh mere feet away from them. Amanda let out another beastial roar, her massive member flying upwards, stopping only inches from her face.

"Fuck yeah! Feast your eyes on an actually big cock! Do your men compare to me!? Does this wimpy piece of shit next to me stand even a chance with you now!?"

A chorus of compliments and confirmations were shouted in her direction, many of the gym-goers visibly masturbating and undressing. Amanda's top shredded as her pecs finished reaching their full size, two balls of tan, dense muscle capped by pink nipples revealing themselves to the thirsty onlookers. Somehow, the brown-haired futa's body expanded further, becoming a door-frame crushing, clothes ripping, bodybuilder-shaming mountain of pure brawn and power. A final throb visibly shook Amanda's cock, pushing the last, stupendous amount of length through it, the giant glans cresting her grunting face; a spray of cum shot out her distended urethra, coating the ceiling and raining down her salty essence onto the entire area around her. With uncontrollable force, Amanda finished her last rep, more than fifty done in quick succession, and slammed the bar back down on the rack, the entire thing caving in under the weight, falling like a collapsing skyscraper. All that was left was a twisted, wrecked pile of metal with an impossibly heavy barbell sitting on top of it.

The explosion of scrap threw off Dani's balance and he fell to the side, his own bar banging onto the floor next to him.

"What's wrong, my own husband can't handle his wife's strength!?" Amanda yelled and flexed again, doing a full three-sixty to show off every bit of her awesome form, "I knew you couldn't keep up! Stork legs, no ass, sticks for arms - pathetic."

Dani winced and tried to stand up, his entire body sore.

"F-Fine, I'll leave, you, you… you fucking monster! Fuck you!"

"Fuck me? How funny. You could barely do that if I remember right, and you only ever lasted a couple of pumps! I'm sure the bitches you fucked behind my back weren't coming back for seconds."

Amanda turned towards the crowd with a smug grin on her face, the woman jeering at her remarks about Dani.

"Besides, you're not going anywhere."

Chapter 5: The Climax of the Gym Confrontation

Summary:

An orgy at the gym? Surprise surprise!

Notes:

5th part of this commission and the final part of the gym scene. Still plenty of story left though!

Find out how to support me and read the full completed story by following me on Twitter: /misterretsim_

Tags are for the story as a whole.

An important note that I am going to keep reiterating: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect.

Comments and feedback are appreciated

Chapter Text

Amanda swiftly scooped the barbell she had just used to demolish the rack, and lifted it over her head, turning to Dani. He started backing up, hands in front of his face, trying to defend himself from the potential pummeling he had brought upon himself; instead, Amanda struck him across the chest with her cock, whipping it around with a shake of her hips. Dani went airborne, sailing back several feet before landing on his back on one of the mats. The ground shook as his wife waltzed over to him, the combined weight of her natural mass and the heap of metal she was carrying leaving permanent footprints in the mats with every step. Leaning over her pathetic significant other, she lowered the bar onto him, placing it right over his skeletal abdomen. It was just high enough that it didn't crush his ribs completely, but just low enough that he was pinned in place – something he found out very quickly – unable to wiggle or crawl away from the tower of power that was his scorned wife.

"There," Amanda punched the ground next to his head, deforming the floor around her fist, "now you can stay and watch as I fuck the girl you tried so hard to impress. Stupid piece of shit!"

She didn't even have to beckon the gym bunny over, Laura already following at her heels like an obedient slave. Studying her like a hungry lion about to pounce, Amanda bared her fangs as she dipped her hand between the fit girl's legs, and hoisted her up by her crotch. She was met by a moan and a mewl, and quickly used her thick, meaty fingers to rip a hole in Laura's pants, exposing her pussy. Wasting no time, she shoved one of her giant digits into the dark-haired woman's slit, forcing it deeper than any cock or toy had ever gone, while she used her free hand to roughly disrobe the rest of her body; a stream of juices immediately sliding down her wrist and arm, dripping down onto Dani's below them. Laura screamed and writhed around the sudden intrusion, her cunt reacting with the strongest orgasm she'd ever had in her life. Amanda presented the pleasure-paralyzed woman to her groupies, rapidly fingering into another climax.

"Look at this, ladies!" She called out, "I can guarantee you my fingers are bigger than Dani's little dick !

She looked down at him.

"It's more of a clit really," she pressed one of her feet on his groin causing him to yelp in pain, "not even worth being called a cock."

Reaching down while curling Laura like a dumbbell, Amanda pulled down Dani's pants and tighty-whities.

"See!?" Amanda guffawed at his tiny, shriveled penis, placing a finger right next to it, "It's not even half the size of my finger! This is the fucking dicklet I put up with for too many fucking years!"

Smiling smugly as her husband began to openly sob, knowing his spirit was finally broken, Amanda's brain was filled by thoughts of wickedness. Reaching out she cupped his face, holding it still, waiting for the perfect moment to put her newest plan into action. The moment he took a gasp of breath, she inserted a calloused, incredibly long and thick finger between his lips; she didn't stop just there, though, and forced it deeper and deeper, the tip of her digit poking at his uvula. Dani began choking immediately, his eyes going wide, unable to do anything but squirm, his arms pinned at his sides. Mimicking what she was doing to Laura's pussy, Amanda thrust in and out of his mouth, sinking nearly her entire finger into his throat, spittle flying from his lips, saliva running down his chin like he was deepthroating a huge dick. Satisfied with the dominant display, Amanda pulled it out and wiped his throat-slime across his face, smearing his features with his own mucus and spit.

"You definitely suck better than you fuck!" the giantess futanari taunted, "And now all the ladies here can see just how good your blowjob skills are."

His wife laughed cruelly as she stood back up, finger-fucking Laura so hard the women was a broken fountain of girlcum. Saddling the gym bunny on top of her shaft, her legs spread wide around it, Amanda ran her up its length, forcing her higher and higher, her head almost banging into the ceiling. Slipping her fingers out of Laura's cunt, she rubbed the soaked digits across her leaking cockhead, using the woman's natural lubrication to grease her member. Kissing their sexes together, the futa used her own leaking cum to do the same to Laura's twitching, slightly-gaped slit, getting her ready to be truly ruined for the first time in her life. Nonchalantly, Dani's wife flicked her fingers, sprinkling his face with leftover pussy juice.

"Enjoy it while you can Dani, cause that's as close to pussy as you're ever gonna get again, you worthless cocksucker!"

His continued stream of tears that the liquid arousal disappeared into went all but unnoticed by Amanda, who was now in the process of plunging Laura down onto her cockhead. The tan, toned woman screamed as her cunt was nearly torn asunder, Amanda's giant glans splitting her swollen lips, pushing out more handfuls of feminine honey. Despite the quick friendship they had created, the futa wasted no time in fucking the gym bunny hard, pulling her down her cock in this standing position, making sure she was facing her group of aroused ladies while standing over Dani. Barreling her monster upward, it sank further and further into Laura's depths, creating the tell-tale bulge that signified its presence that began to run up towards her breasts.

"Amanda you're so fucking huge! I've never been fucked so hard!"

Not actually fucking her yet, Amanda continued to lug Laura towards her groin, chunk after chunk of her ridiculous length disappearing inside of her. The distention in the dark-haired woman's stomach rose until it poked at her large tits, pushing them towards her chin; it was only then that the futa decided to start using her new sex toy for all she was worth. Much quicker than the initial penetration, Amanda yanked Laura up until the ridge of angry-red glans showed outside of her freshly gaped hole, and then rammed her back down. Screams renewed, Laura continued to yell out new praises and blissful cries of adoration onto her conqueror, overwhelmed by the carnality that was fracturing her brain. Amanda could see her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her tongue already lolling out of her mouth when it wasn't flailing around in a new explosion of erotic celebration.

Powerfully, Amanda pistoned her preposterous pipe through Laura's insides, punishing her with an unending stream of climaxes. Grandiose globes slapping against her shins, rumbling loudly now that they weren't denied the chance of release, the flew only inches above Dani's crying face, which was becoming more and more soaked with the combined fluids of the coupling above him - not that Amanda was paying any attention the pathetic piece of shit she'd married! Her entire focus was on wrecking this slut, reshaping her, forming her form to the shape of her bitch breaker like she had so many before. The crowd around her was growing closer and closer, the numerous horny whores no longer able to control their lust, each one seeking a piece of Amanda for themselves, disregarding any consequences that might come from taking such a massive piece of meat.

"You better be watching down there Dani!" Amanda bellowed over the sound of all the orgasmic exclamations and begging women, "You need to see how fucking superior I am!"

Not given any other choice, Dani watched his wife ruin another object of his desire through bleary eyes. His vision was filled by her massive cum boulders undulating over his head, the many unsheathed inches of her terrifying, throbbing tower casting a shadow across his figure, and the gym bunny's absolutely decimated pussy. Globs of precum mixed with pussy juice rained down onto him, covering his pale, gaunt frame in sticky off-white goop that ruined his tank top and shorts. And he was helpless to do anything, stuck in this eternal hell, paying for the sins he had committed against the person he should have been devoted to. New bodies overtook his line of sight, a mass of limbs and hair and multi-colored outfits encroaching on what little personal space he had left.

There were more aroused women around him than he'd ever dreamed of, but they weren't after him - they weren't even looking at him. They wanted his wife. It was clear how little care they gave him as several stepped on his weighed-down limbs and tripped over them in an effort to reach the hulking futa faster, moaning, imploring Amanda to take them next, each one fighting for their spot to be the second in line to get fucked tonight. It was like a horrifying version of his deepest fantasy, one he was being forced to live over and over again. Weeping pitifully at the sight of a goal of his that was so close, but now impossibly, infinitely far away, Dani's whole body quivered and shook as he tried to escape this torment to no avail. Amanda had defeated him at his own game already, hitting him where it hurt most, making him reap what he'd sowed and it had happened in less than a week.

It had been years since Amanda had felt like this and put herself in this kind of situation! Having women, and strangers, no less, come at her like a pack of ravenous animals, all for the chance at being fucked by her was something she had missed. Numerous hands and mouths latched onto her thrusting form, doing their best to prove their worth, worshiping her like the divine being she was. She could feel a familiar gurgling in her sperm tanks, her tremendous package ready and willing to impregnate another person, but she held off. While fucking the living daylights out of Laura, her brain had formed yet another plan, one she was almost prepared to put into action. One last show of her supremacy over the bitch below her - one that was sure to fuck him real bad!

Amanda pulled Laura off her cock and held her up in the air.

"Ready for things to get even more intense, slut?"

"Y-Yes! Whatever you want to do to me you can!" Laura cried back, her body twitching involuntary, her cunt spasming around the absence of fulfillment, "Fuck me as much as you want! Impregnate me! Do whatever you want!"

Growling at the confirmation of her control over someone she'd known for only an hour or so, Amanda spun the braindead woman around, so that her precum-packed torso and permanently distended cunt was facing away from her. Elevating her higher, she put Laura right back on top of her cock, but this time with her glans positioned at a different hole. Balancing her on the tip of her tip, Amanda put her hands on the gym bunny's shoulders, and with none of the warm-up from before, forced her straight down; her broad bludgeon battered straight up her asshole, widening the rim exponentially. While Laura hollered in pain, her entire body going rigid as it dropped, Dani's wife, in one swift motion, slipped her hands under the woman's thighs, past her arms and wrapped her face-palming mits around her neck. She halted her fall with this full-nelson position, keeping her perfectly still as her massive member rearranged the gym bunny's insides.

A stream of cunt honey flew from her crotch, soaking Dani and the woman below the pair.

"See this worm?" Amanda once again addressed her husband, "This is probably something you've never experienced - a nice, tight asshole wrapped around your dick. It's a privilege reserved for true alphas, not weak, limp dicks like you!"

Roaring again, Amanda started her pummeling, rampaging her cock in and out of Laura's asshole. The gym bunny's once tight, untouched starfish was spread as wide as her cunt was, leaving her with two, worn out, gaped caverns only fit for the futa's use. Her cock's distension battered the entrance to Laura's throat over and over again, slowly extending its width with each thrust, forcing it to become another receptacle for her beast - not that she was conscious of it. She was having her entire existence turned into nothing but a fuckhole for Amanda, her life only an outlet for her new Goddess's pleasure. Despite its current disuse, the dark-haired woman's pussy continued to spray copious amounts of juices, the pressure from her asshole's filling enough to stimulate it more than it ever had been before. Stomach once more ballooning from the constant precum filling it, it grew farther and farther away from her, and Amanda hadn't even cum yet!

"I want you to fuck me just like that!" a voice from below the coupling duo rang out.

"Please for the love of everything Goddess, impregnate me next!" another called in carnal desperation.

More and more pleas surrounded Amanda, each of the women turned into sexual zombies who craved nothing but the flesh of their futa master. There was scarcely any part of her that wasn't being physically venerated, each of the once respectable-citizens turned into attendants at the altar of virility that was Amanda. This only made her fuck harder. In mere moments, Laura's own cries were muffled, the massive glans leading the charge through her body finally entering her windpipe, cutting off her oxygen each time it speared into it; her neck looked obscene, turned into the shape of a distorted mushroom by the royal crown invading it. That still didn't stop the gym bunny from singing Amanda's praises when she could, screaming for the futa to fuck her harder and harder, not a care in the world that it might be damaging her insides.

"Oh fuck, Amanda, fuck me! Fuck me! Go as deep as you wa–"

Her ecstasy-fueled requests were cut off by Amanda's lower helmet ascending into her mouth. A loud clicking sound could be heard as her jaw opened more than it was ever meant to, the bottom nearly touching her distended chin. The top of the futa's blood-engorged cockhead appeared between her new slut's lips, stretching the cock-pillows to a ridiculous degree. Another spout of precum flew into the ceiling, renewing the torrential downpour that continued to mark the gym as her property. It rose higher and higher as Laura's body descended further down the unbending pole, reaching towards the ceiling like it was gonna fuck through the lights next! Amanda's only reaction to skewering her fucktoy's body all the way through was to moan louder and pound her even harder .

"See this Dani!? You better be watching, fuckin' loser!" Amanda yelled at him, indicating towards the impossibility she made a reality, "Just another thing your worthless little clit could never do. Another reason no woman ever looks your way when I'm around!"

It was horrifying, but undeniably arousing. No person should have ever been able to take so much punishment. No one's body should have been able to contort in such ways. No living, breathing human should have found pleasure in such a brutal act, but the proof was in the pudding, and that pudding was being sprayed all over his body. Seeing his wife fuck Laura was getting more difficult to watch - and not just because of the humiliation. From head to toe Dani was covered in the combined sexual refuse of Amanda and her current plaything, matting every inch of him in sticky shame; his tears weren't even noticeable at this point, the steady rain of explosive excess hiding his features. But he couldn't tear his eyes away even if he was allowed to, the sight of destruction above him as arousing as it was mortifying.

Now that Laura's body had been turned into a literal onahole, Amanda was treating her like one. Her powerful pistons had become so mighty, so dominant, that her own body was shaking in time with her movements, inadvertently sending some of the women attached to her limbs and torso careening away. The wrecking balls between her legs were in full swing, slapping at Laura's pussy with each thrust, and then beating down onto the very lucky slut that happened to be near enough to get hit - though none of them complained. If anything it made the bevy of worshippers come at her harder, a tidal wave of breasts, asses, and mouths constantly smashing against the futa. But she wouldn't be moved. They might as well have been fly's against a window pane, the only thing able to jostle Amanda from her position being her own brutal bucking.

The seed that flew from her cock amplified the more she fucked straight through the gym bunny. Cum ran down her own statuesque being, falling in rivulets across every dip and ridge of her muscled form. Laura was completely caked in the gooey sludge as well, droplets slithering off her inflated stomach, coating the women below them. The ceiling, the workout equipment, and everyone and their discarded clothing were covered - and Amanda still hadn't cum yet. Her fountaining precum was nothing but a hint, a taste of what was to come, a proverbial warning for anyone watching. Dani knew very well what was in store for each of the admirers, and Laura herself, a shudder vibrating his spine from knowing that he would be caught in the aftermath of wife's potency. Amanda grunted louder and louder, matching the volume of the gurgling coming from her cum tanks.

And then something even more vulgar occurred.

Hands on Laura's shoulders, Amanda gave her a forceful shove sending her body plummeting. The gym bunny slid down the futa's greased pole until her spread ass and toned cheeks banged into Amanda's muscled groin. On a normal person, this would have meant their cock was fully sunk into their partner's ass, but she was anything but normal. There was more feet of cock outside of Laura than in, over half of Amanda's bitch breaker sticking out of the slut's mouth; the dark-haired woman looked at it with crossed-eyes, before they rolled into the back of her head, only the whites showing. Grabbing her around the waist, her fingers pressing into the enormous swell of her cock through the slut's tan skin, Amanda fucked her up and down, lifting her all the way up until only her glans were still inserted, before slamming her back down, her hips thrusting upward to meet each rhythmic repetition.

Bulldozing the woman's barbarically split open hole over and over again, Amanda's body began to tense. Her muscles didn't just grow, they tightened and strained, giving her the appearance that there was no part of her that wasn't undeniably outrageous brawn. Despite its already rock-hard-state, the futa's cock swelled with the rest of her, fattening, lengthening, becoming even more ridiculous in appearance, the arteries expanding with so much blood they were visible through Laura's body. Amanda's titanic testicles gave one last noticeable bloat, adding onto their suffocating-size, becoming large enough that a pair of arms would struggle to wrap around just one. The colossal brunette sank her enormous feet harder into the ground as she prepared to cum, disintegrating the mat below her, creating cracks in the concrete under it; several broken, metal scraps that had once been the squat rack were caught in Amanda's magnification, become even more twisted, unrecognizable imitations of their previous forms.

"Here it comes, slut!" Amanda yelled down at Laura, who was completely limp on her cock, "Gonna fill you the fuck up!"

Amanda's statement was half-true, at least at first. Just as she announced, she did cum, but it wasn't inside of Laura; with her cock still distorting the fit woman's lips, her first blast of cum rocketed out above them. The pearly cannon-fire slammed into the ceiling first, rattling it, causing one of the nearby tiles to dislodge and come down, smashing into the floor in gooey pieces. A pool spread across it, obscuring the lights, growing wider and wider the more cum Amanda released, held in place by its spreading mass. Only after her first, minute long salvo ended did the entire wall of seed drop, more than half of it plummeting towards the floor in a giant barrier of thick sludge. Amanda, Laura, and everyone around them, including Dani, were hit with this descending flood of futanari froth.

Having accidentally spared Laura from the first onslaught, Amanda yanked her back up to make good on her second promise. The massive futa managed to hold off her coming load for just long enough to spear the gym bunny up far enough that her cockhead was once more planted in her stomach, and then once again fired off with all her might. Her previously precum-packed form didn't hold a candle to what Amanda unleashed, eclipsing the amount in mere seconds, sending her once toned-abdomen sagging between her limp thighs. Belly button popping out, the sides of her torso covering her arms, her breasts lifted by the inflation, purple and red stretch marks appearing rapidly across her form, she was quickly turned into nothing but an overfilled contraceptive, another disposable slut for Amanda to use and abuse.

It wasn't long before Laura's body couldn't hold anymore burning hot cum. Mouth opening in a silent scream, a geyser of off-white seed came flying out instead of a cry of pleasure. Turned into a literal, living fountain of futa cum, the cascade of syrup covered her face and ran down her expanded body, drenching her from head to toe, not a single inch of skin left untouched. Streams of semen surged down over all the writhing bodies at Amanda's feet, masking their moaning countenances, creating a crescendo of euphoric outbursts and pleas, intersped with gurgles and chokes as they tried to swallow the futa's offering. Slipping and sliding through the growing lake of progeny, they continued to grab and rake at Amanda's form, each woman obsessed with being given the same treatment.

"Please, I have to be next!" one of the orgasming women yelled at Amanda, before another interrupted her, "I'll have all your babies if you fuck me like that!"

Impaling Laura all the way back down on her cock like a perverse kebab, Amanda ignored all the begging around her to continue cumming. Pointing her half-covered cock down, she proceeded to blast everything around her. The first shot hit a nearby rack of weights, sending the whole thing careening to the floor like it had been hit by a ton of bricks; many other sets of equipment soon met the same fate. Benches, barbells, complex machinery - all were broken and knocked over by the power of Amanda's orgasm. Extensive ropes and lengthy strands of creamy essence surged across the gym, splattering against walls and mirrors on the other side of the building. People who hadn't even been aware of what was going on were shaken out of their fitness-fueled concentration, although the reaction differed amongst the sexes.

The few woman who hadn't already flocked to Amanda and the obscene show she was putting on, were immediately drawn to her, dropping their weights and clothing as they rushed over, pupils dilating at such an unreal, erotic sight. Like a spell had been placed on them, they moved like they were in a trance, felled by futanari pheromones that seeped into every crevice of the business. On the other hand, however, the men reacted in an opposite manner. Even those who'd tried to ignore her before were fleeing in terror, fearful that they might get caught up in the sexual storm or that she may turn to them next; most had already exited the premises, too emasculated by the musclebound Goddess putting them to shame with only a fraction of the effort. Water bottles were discarded, phones were left on benches, weights stayed unracked as they tripped over each other in order to escape, rushing out of any door they could, like someone had yelled 'Fire!' in a movie theater. It took only a few more minutes before the entire place had been vacated, minus Amanda and her harem.

Oh, and Dani.

Helpless to do anything but continue to watch, Amanda's husband continued to sob as he was covered in her cum by nothing but proxy. Now he was really soaked, almost completely hidden under the mounting heap of wiggled-packed progeny growing around him; even the massive, whole ton of weight that kept him pinned to the floor was no longer visible! From what little of his vision he retained under the facemask of sperm, he could see his wife's throbbing monolith of fuckmeat pulse above him with each new surge, firing her cum every which way. Splashes of thick liquid occasionally splatted over his body when one of the women next to him lost her balance and fell into the bubbling lake of cock milk, followed by the horrid sounds of them slurping it up like ravenous beasts. This cacophonic hell he was subject to was enough to make him pass out, only the intense dread of possibly drowning in Amanda's gunk keeping him awake.

"Hope you didn't think I forgot about you!" Amanda turned her attention to Dani, to his growing horror, "Here's a taste of what women love, you fucking waste of space!"

Virile shotgun fully loaded and aimed directly at him, Amanda used Laura's insides to jerk herself furiously, enhancing the size of the next explosion that boomed from her cum tunnel. Like she had laser sights aimed directly at his face, the blast punched him right between the eyes with enough force to nearly knock him out. Dani swore he could see stars dance in his vision, milky, dripping, angular shapes that circled his pupils. He made the mistake of groaning at the impact, letting a waterfall of seed pour into his mouth. Choking, he twisted his head around – the only part of his body he could move – attempting to clear his throat and avoid the worst of his scorned wife's torrent. Cum lashed his being over and over again like a searing whip, painting him, shaming him for all to see; he could hear Amanda laugh cruelly at his futile attempt to escape her onslaught.

Amanda didn't let up, having reserved the tail-end of her orgasm for this exact moment. She spewed her load across his body until there was nothing left to see but her cum; there wasn't even an outline of the worthless human she'd called her husband, just a mass of excessive ejaculate covering his pathetic form. He'd been snuffed out, so to speak, erased from the world, his place taken by her unending essence. The way it should be. Only the bubbling of her cum around where his head lay the only indication that there was anyone under the mountain of virility she'd deposited in that spot. Her cock shook with the same anger that propelled her to do what she was doing, years of pent up frustration released with each new shot. Eventually, she did turn her attention elsewhere, but not before sending one last salvo in his general direction.

"What bitch is going to want you now, knowing you're nothing but a little weakling drowning in his wife's cum!?"

Dani could only just hear the taunt, his ears clogged with much thicker kind of wax. Instinctively his body wiggled, trying to save itself from the engulfing fate overtaking it, discovering a new development in his humiliation, perhaps the only good part of this whole night - he was coming free. The weight on top of him must have been slicked by his wife's sperm enough that he was able to slide out from it, and that's just what he did. It wasn't an easy process by any means, Amanda's cum still gluing him to the ruined floor, but his desire not to drown in her sperm gave him the strength he needed to save himself. After one of his arms snaked its way out from under the bar, Dani managed to push himself up, his visage popping out of the hill of progeny with a strangled gasp. Clearing his eyes first, the weak man looked around, trying to see if his terrifying significant other had any obvious emotions about his regained autonomy.

To his luck, she didn't seem to notice or care.

The massive futanari had already discarded Laura and was currently plowing a random, howling woman on her still-erect member. Her 'friend' as she had called her was lying in a heap several feet away, bloated, cum dripping from every single hole she had, almost as unrecognizable as Dani was; several of the hungriest sluts had descended on her, lapping up Amanda's seed, doing anything they could to get a taste of her virility. Dani gazed up at his wife as she began pummeling a hot blonde, her cock distending the girl's torso obscenely. He watched her for several minutes, too terrified to move any further, trying to gather whatever remained of his courage. Only once he was confident she wasn't paying any attention to him did he stand on wobbling legs, dregs of seed falling off his limbs. Not bothering to even pull up his shorts first, Dani hobbled towards the exit, leaving the screaming, moaning discord behind him in his bid for freedom.

"Run all you want, you piece of shit," Amanda called out as his hand touched the front door handle, "I know where you live!"

Shaking at the threat, Dani halted in his tracks. He waited to see if his wife would say anything else, but when it became clear that she was focused on fucking the life out of another slut, he exited the building. Resting his back against one of the cold stone walls, he took several deep breaths as he left the chilly night air rush over his body. Once some semblance of composure returned to him, he stood up straight. Pulling up his pants, he swiped whatever seminal fluid off of him that he could, his mind trying to regain some form of sanity, trying to come up with a plan to get out of all of this; as he did, his eyes drifted over the corkboard attached to the wall and the numerous fliers pinned to it. One in particular grabbed his attention, and he ripped it off, reading it aloud under his breath.

"Want to get strong fast? Try Crossfit! Sign ups are…"

Crossfit? He'd heard good things about it - maybe that would be his key to showing up Amanda…

Chapter 6: The Real Cucking Starts

Summary:

Dani receives the worst phone call possible.

Notes:

6th part of this commission and the beginning of the like, actual cucking part of this story. The brutality continues and grows!

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An important note that I am going to keep reiterating: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect, because it only gets darker the more you read.

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Dani couldn't take it anymore.

In the past twenty-four hours his phone had been blowing up without pause. Texts, pictures, videos - even audio messages – came in a steady stream, causing his phone to vibrate relentlessly, the screen permanently alight with new notifications; his email and social media were receiving the same treatment, not a single part of his online presence spared. He couldn't sleep, eat, do anything without being interrupted by what was swiftly becoming the most hated piece of technology he owned. The infernal device haunted him, never leaving his sight, always reminding him of what was coming. Dani's eyes were sore and bloodshot from the constant glow of blue light on his features, his glasses weighing heavily on his ears and nose, his whole body exhausted from being tense and on edge for so long. Amanda somehow managed to inflict all of this on him without being near, torturing him despite not being physically present, reminding him at all times that there was no evading her wrath.

Each message was filled with more proof of her sexual prowess; different locations, different positions, different women - they all hammered away at the same point in the end. An image of her piledriving some blonde into the floor, her cock bulge running the entire length of the girl's body. A shakily-taken movie of her cumming gallons over a bevy of begging bitches, coating each one from head to toe. Multiple-minute long voice clips of strained voices singing her praises and begging for more, the declarations of devotion screaming in his ears. Some were more tame than others, snapshots of his wife's mountainous, muscled back next to a video of her with two women speared all the way through on her never ending shaft, while she finger-fucked another couple, one in each hand, lifting them up and down like they were beginner weights. Amanda seemed to be everywhere - the gym, a seedy motel, and even what looked to be the middle of a crowded restaurant. She was always in the process of brutal procreation, constantly ruining another poor woman, never tiring, never ceasing in her conquest of every warm hole she could find.

When they had first started coming, Dani did the only sane thing he could think of and blocked Amanda's number, something he should have done weeks ago - but it was like she was prepared for him to do just that. As soon as he had, a new number messaged him, a text clearly written by his wife telling him to retract his actions or else . He had, of course, fearing retribution, which led him to his current predicament. Sitting on the bed, his hands in his head, his eyes constantly scanning over the flow of the most obscene pornography known to man. His head hurt, his body was tired, his entire existence nothing but pain. Dani didn't know what to do or if there was anything he could do, the situation unhelped by the fact that the imagery was getting more and more extreme.

At first, the places and women seemed completely random, filled with locations and people he didn't know, but that slowly changed. The first shock was him recognizing the euphoria-distorted face of one of the pussy-plugged females. Dyed-purple hair, smokey eyeshadow, piercing green eyes - it was the busty barista from a local cafe. Dani used to stop there often on his way to work or on the rare occasion that he and Amanda spent a day alone together. She was hot, and more importantly, flirtatious towards him when he was alone. He never did get her number before everything went down, but as he was seeing before his eyes, that ended up being for the best. The video rang out loudly from his phone's speakers, the girl's ecstatic voice and his wife's own deep, commanding tone mixing together.

"Still thinking about fucking my husband you little whore!?"

"I don't even remember his face anymore!" the barista yelled back, slobber running down her chin, "You're the only one I need, Goddess. Just don't stop fucking me!"

The phone flipped to his wife's cocky countenance.

"Hear that Dani? This bitch you used to flirt with right in front of me doesn't even know who you are anymore - and she won't be the last!"

The video went on for several more minutes, each second focused on Amanda's venous cunt-splitter deforming the woman's once tight slit; when it did finally cut out, a picture quickly took its place, this one of the dark-haired girl balanced on her massively inflated stomach, her gaped hole spilling a bathtub-worth of cum onto the floor. Her once unblemished skin was forever marked by the brutal stress-lines of mating with such a beastial member. Dani was flabbergasted that she had managed to find and seduce one of the people he'd desired so quickly, and this feeling only grew the more texts he received. There was a lull after, not in the amount or intensity of each new picture, but in the familiarity of the individuals in it - but that didn't last for long. Right as Dani felt himself getting almost adjusted to this torrent of lurid depictions, Amanda began to hit him just as hard once again.

Women from his office appeared shortly in the videos and pictures, even ones she hadn't fucked that day she came and destroyed his workplace. They were all in one place, a nice house by the looks of it, and all together, surrounding his wife; it was like Amanda had gathered each one for her personal collection to show off and use, reminding Dani that her reach was limitless. All of the different ladies groveled at her feet when they weren't being fucked, the dilation of their pupils obvious even through the shaky videos, like just her presence was a drug they couldn't get enough of! There was the secretary, the redhead who'd sat next to him when he still had a job to go back to, and of course, Janice, one of the sexiest people he'd ever met. Each one was subjected to the same ravenous ravaging, turned into ruined receptacles of seed, discarded until Amanda needed someone new to play with. The messages came in a stream for over an hour, the orgasmic cries of the coworkers he once knew screaming into his ears with so much force he felt like they might bleed .

"Breed me!"

"This pussy belongs to you!"

"I can't take anymore!"

The demonic chorus was never ending. After Amanda was done there, she moved onto another batch of wanton whores, ones that were not-quite as familiar, but still recognizable - the women from the gym. There was Laura, of course, tan, fit and hot as hell, getting wrecked even harder than she had that night almost a week ago. Amanda unloaded in her cunt this time, no doubt impregnating her with a mass of potent wigglers. Others were there as well, more beautiful women that Dani only just barely remember being amongst the crowd that swarmed his wife. Ladies of every ethnicity, size, and shape, each one existing now for one purpose: for Amanda to fuck and fill. They looked to be at that same gym as well, a place that clearly had been turned into another stomping ground for the massive futa to subject to her whims upon.

And then it got worse.

A brief respite, at least as much as still receiving more pictures and videos could be considered such, but they had once again switched to random people for the most part. Occasionally someone Dani had somewhat known, like a neighbor or mutual friend popped up, but these weren't as bad as seeing Janice fucked before his eyes once again. But then they started to ramp up. More women he flirted with, some he didn't even know how Amanda would have found out about. Was it from his email? His social media messages? Had she followed him around? The biggest fear he had, thinking on all these things, was that he'd somehow underestimated her, that his wife wasn't the dumb lug who boasted brawn over brains like he'd thought she was all these years. That she had been one step ahead of him ever since catching him cheating, and he was the one too stupid to realize it - and then that was all but confirmed by what he witnessed next.

"Recognizing this slut, Dani?" Amanda taunted, as she reamed out another cunt and panned the camera to a familiar face, "Guess you're the cuck now, you fucking waste of oxygen!"

Dani couldn't believe it - how they fuck did she find her!? The woman whose eyes were rolled back with her tongue lolling out was a girl - no, the first girl, Dani had ever cheated on Amanda with! Charlotte was her name, and Dani had met her at some work function and they'd hit it off immediately. She worked in a different department of the same company, but they'd kept in touch, and one thing led to another. It had been a brief, passionate tryst that ended almost as quickly as it had begun, during a time when he still felt the tiniest bit guilty about cheating on Amanda. He had covered his tracks well - at least he thought he had. Deleted texts, no contact on social media with her, and he even erased the few flirtatious emails they had sent as correspondence. How the fuck had she found out about her!?

"What do you think Charlotte," Amanda confirmed, leaving no doubt about who she was with a bellowing roar, "is my cock better than my husband's little clit!?"

"Yes! Yes! He doesn't compare!" Charlotte responded, her voice husky despite the obvious orgasms frying her brain, "That's why I only fucked him once! His dick was too small for me to feel anything! It was pathetic !

Tears welled in his eyes as he watched the rest of the video, the ebony beauty bounced up and down on Amanda's bitch breaker like a ragdoll. There was more content sent to him after, showing off that his wife had spent an extra long time fucking the first woman he'd been adulterous with. Each message was filled with more humiliating confessions from Charlotte, and more confirmations of Amanda's superiority over him; by the end of it all, he received a last image of her that had her inflated as large as a bed, completely covered in cum, seed leaking from her wrecked holes, purple and red stretch marks covering her abdomen. Just like all the others. Dani didn't have a chance to collect himself before another reign of terror set his phone ablaze, his day – his life – growing more and more awful by the second

She had found them all.

Every single girl Dani had ever cheated with, Amanda found and fucked. It didn't matter how much he'd actually done with them, some of the women he'd barely even kissed , there they were, appearing in the home movies being sent to him; some that he didn't remember the name of even showed up, the kind he'd met on a hookup app but never got past dinner and a movie with. And it was all the same. Amanda fucked them like she had something to prove, and in a sense she did. She needed to prove she was better. She needed to show what he was missing. Most importantly, she needed to exemplify that nothing and nobody in the entire world compared to her, something the numerous ladies were all too happy to confirm - and confirm they did!

"He wasn't even a good kisser!"

"Your pinky finger is longer than his little penis!"

"Dani never made me cum!"

All of these exclamations were given with such passion that there was no denying the truth to them. Intermingled were petitions for impregnation and professions of a desire for sexual slavery, a demented need to have nothing in their lives but this hulking, perverse monster with a third leg as a big as a person swinging between her legs; these moans, these wishes to live in nothing but euphoric matrimony with Dani's own wife were only paused when they inevitably fell unconscious or had their mouths filled with enough seed to drown an elephant. As soon as one was completely annihilated with arousal, another took her place just as quickly, the messages never stopping, the circle of Hell that Dani was forced to inhabit getting lower and lower. It didn't stop, it wouldn't stop, and for all he knew it would continue like this forever, trapping him in a prison of his own making.

Dani was at his wits end.

Not wanting to risk her wrath, Dani kept his phone around as he scrambled around the house. There was a manic frenzy to his movements, his body constantly bumping into walls and tripping over chairs that had been there for years, his vision completely tunneled towards escape. He grabbed suitcases, backpacks, plastic bags - whatever he could, and filled them with his belongings; clothing, electronics, everything needed to start a new life he grabbed and stuffed into a receptacle. Each trip ended at the garage where Dani's car was, a blue Porsche Boxster, his one pride and joy. He overstuffed the small car with his belongings, until there was no space and nothing else that he could take. Hopping into the front seat, he started the vehicle and reached for his automatic garage door-opener, stopped before he was able to exit into freedom by a ringing from his phone.

There wasn't any question as to who it was.

It wasn't a simple call either, but a video chat as he soon realized. Dani could see nothing but Amanda's smirking face in the corner of his screen, her eyes daring him to reject her call. He stared at her image, letting his device ring and vibrate in his palm, still frozen in place. Sighing, he turned off his car and retraced his hand from the button on his visor and brought his phone up to his face. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, and still shaking with his burst of deranged energy, he swiped a finger across the screen. It made a noise of confirmation, and then lit up again, the full visage of Amanda's powerful features filling every corner of the electronic rectangle. He waited for her to speak first, his whole being tense, brown orbs trembling behind his glasses.

"Hello Dani."

Her words came out confidently, but with the usual hint of anger that had tinged her voice whenever she addressed him.

"H-Hey Amanda," he spoke back hesitantly, each syllable coming out in a pathetic squeak, "Did you… did you need something?"

"Need something?" she laughed in his face cruelly, causing him to wince even from behind the protection of a screen, "Not quite. Just wanted to show you something. Something you might find interesting ."

Dani gulped, unsure of what she could possibly do to him further besides just fucking kill him!

"Recognize anything?"

Amanda swung around, still keeping the camera aimed at her countenance. Dani could make out some background items and furniture, indicating she was in someone's house, but beyond that he didn't understand what she was trying to show; it didn't help that most of what he could see was her still-wide smile, and her giant lats that were only partially obscured by her long, brunette locks. Even as she seemed to wander around whatever abode she had inserted herself in this time, he still couldn't make out anything familiar. It just looked like just another damn house or apartment! The confusion must have shown on his face, because Amanda stopped moving and rolled her eyes, shaking her head back and forth at him as she did.

"God you're really a hopeless fucking moron, aren't you? Any idiot would have figured it out by now. Let me show you exactly where I am!"

The phone in her giant mit flipped around rapidly, the image a blur as it struggled to adjust. It wobbled as it started to angle downward, glimpses of Amanda's thick, rough fingers briefly entering the frame; when it did finally settle, Dani's wife was making her current location very clear. Between her breasts, past her rock-solid abs, stuck out from her crotch was her monstrous member. Completely erect, it pointed straight out like an enormous banister, the leaking, dripping glans multiple feet away from where her endowment began - but that wasn't what she wanted him to see, at least not completely. What she did force him to feast his eyes on was the mass of straight black hair bobbing against the side of her ponderous pole, and the frail, pale body under it. Glimpses of the woman's face came into view as she slid her thin lips back and forth across an expanse of cockflesh, her eyes heavily lidded, a touch of flush coloring her otherwise-ghostly appearance.

Dani could have screamed.

"Have an idea now you dumb fuck!?" Amanda howled with disdain, guffawing so hard the phone shook in her hand, "Or do I need to spell it out so your little brain can understand!?"

She didn't. Dani got the message loud and clear. In his self-absorbed bid for survival, putting himself above anyone else like he always did, he'd forgotten about the person he called his girlfriend. It was the same woman Amanda had caught him cheating with, the lithe mink he had been thrusting into, giving his all too when she initially walked in. Tiffany. After Amanda had made it clear that there would be no forgiving his actions, he had moved onto her, doing his best to turn a temporary fling into a more long-term partnership. He'd told her they were already in the middle of a divorce, a line he'd used often, and she'd believed him - he always appreciated a gullible woman. The idea that she might be on his wife's list hadn't occurred to him, and he didn't really notice that she'd been absent from the stream of past trysts Amanda had made her own; hell, she was who he about to run to and hide out with, and still he didn't think to warn her and give any notice that he was on his way.

Amanda had beaten him again.

Yelling in anguish, Dani tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and reached for the garage door-opener again, his hand on the key in the ignition. It wasn't too late to escape! He didn't need Tiffany, he didn't need to take this from Amanda, he didn't need this life - he could start over. Go to his parents, another city, another country and disappear. Find a new wife who wasn't a fucking horror-movie villain and cheat in peace! Tossing his phone onto the street when he was driving would be a good first step, denying Amanda a way of tracking him and fucking everything up even more! Deleting his number, email and any trace of his online presence would be next. Yeah, that would be perfect; it didn't matter if Amanda had won every battle she'd started, he'd make a tactical retreat and win the war. God, her dumbass probably couldn't have predicted he'd do any of this !

Just as Dani was going to attempt a getaway, his wife's threatening, commanding voice rang out from the passenger seat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Dani. I know about your other secret."

What the fuck was she talking about!?"

"You're bluffing," Dani picked up the phone and tried to put on his best confident expression, "I don't have any other secrets bitch! You've found out about my cheating, what else could there be?"

"Your taxes."

Oh fuck .

"Oh I know all about them dipshit," she taunted him, smug at his visible horror, the camera focused back to her, "and it makes a lot of sense when I think back on it. Always wanting to file separately, claiming we'd get more money that way for some reason even though we're married. I trusted you - a big mistake, obviously. But you were always better with numbers. Or so I thought."

Her smile grew wider.

"Oh and that's not all of course! Embezzlement Dani, really? Dipping your pen into the company ink? Stealing the sales money from your job was something I didn't expect, but you are a fucking scumbag after all. No wonder you were able to afford your piece of shit Porsche and those weekend getaways with the 'boys', although I now know that's not what was happening, now was it? Using stolen money to hide from me and cheat, you really are the lowest of the lowest, a fucking bug I shouldn't even bother to squash."

Dani's jaw had fallen so far down that his chin was practically touching his chest.

"So why don't you be a good little cuck and sit right there and watch everything, or I'll be placing a few enlightening phone calls to the IRS and your company. I have plenty of proof - you left so many easily downloadable files on your computer after all. So much obvious evidence. You'd be locked up in no time! And I'm sure they would love you in jail. Is that what you want, to be some big stud's prison bitch?"

He shook his head slowly, tears running down his face.

"That's what I thought."

Adjusting her phone once more, Amanda once again let the imagery fall onto Dani's unfaithful significant other. The entire time she had been revealing his ultimate, illegal actions, Tiffany had been slobbering over every inch of the magnificent member in front of her. A sheen had anointed Amanda's cock in the dark-haired girl's spit, a visible example of the worship she was giving to her new futanari Goddess and the divine rod between her legs. If Dani's now-ex had heard the conversation between the two, she gave no indication of such, completely and utterly focused on her new object of devotion, enthralled by the herald of her changed life. Her small hands struggled to grip a single section of the futa's holy scepter, her palms barely wider than the veins that throbbed and pulsed across its enormity; instead she slid them back and forth across its extensive length, drumming her fingers across the thick flesh.

As always, Amanda's genitalia looked insane and terrifying, serving as a constant reminder that she and she alone was worthy of the fervent fidelity of every woman around her. The light shining across it enhanced every feature that laced its existence, from the bicep-thick veins, to the violently red cockhead that casually belched more cum than most men could produce in several lifetimes, to the trunk-like base which looked stitched by the angels themselves to her muscled groin, not a piece of stretched-taut skin out of place. It bobbed like it had a heartbeat, the entire thing vibrating from the amount of blood needed to keep it aloft, an impressive feat in itself. Amanda's cock had more cliffs and crevices on it that Dani could count, like it possessed its own unique topography for scientists to explore and study.

Despite the top-down view Dani had of his wife's cock, he could still see her urethra billow out from the sides of her fleshy bludgeon whenever a new batch of precum pumped through its length. Her superior sack and mammoth cum tanks swayed under her giant log, bouncing against her knees, giving extra hints to anyone curious enough to observe Amanda's impossible physique and sexual blessing what would be in store for them if they caught her attention; even through the shitty phone speakers, Tiffany's slovenly slurping, and Amanda's own mocking comments, Dani could hear the telltale rumbling in her balls, like she a motor between her legs that was revving to go. It was stupefying to just look at, and each time he did, it felt as though someone sliced a tear through reality and pulled him into another dimension like he was in an episode of The Twilight Zone.

He could do nothing but sit and watch as his once loyal girlfriend made her way down Amanda's bitch breaker towards the crown that topped it. She was such a delicate little thing with skin like porcelain, supple, flowery limbs, and a tight body that would make an Olympic gymnast jealous; her black-as-midnight hair completed her look, giving Tiffany an almost ethereal appearance, like she was a nymph from a fantasy tale come to life. Despite the obvious arousal that coursed through her body and soaked her nimble thighs, something Dani could see even if the camera wasn't pointed there, she still moved gracefully like she was skating across ice. Tiffany continued down the mass of fuckmeat in front of her until she reached the head, which she twirled around until she was nose-to-tip with it. Placing both hands around the fleshy mushroom's ridge, she opened her mouth, thin lips spreading wider than Dani had ever seen, and attached herself to the end of Amanda's cock.

"What do you think, cuck? Doesn't your little girlfriend look good sucking my cock?"

Calling what Tiffany was doing 'sucking' was giving her too much credit - actually sucking his wife's glans was something a much larger woman would struggle with. It was more like she was suckling at it like a newborn calf, her cheeks deflating, her tongue poking out from under her lips which had been rendered invisible from how stretched they were. Her delicate fingers looked comically small around Amanda's bellend, not even able to cover a fraction of it, making it look like she was trying to chow down on a giant slab of mutton, the magnificent crown wider than her entire face. Drool ran down her chin as she looked directly up at Amanda and the camera, her brown eyes huge against her otherwise tiny features, irises shimmering with admiration; before too long, her throat actively undulated as she began to drink down the futa's offerings of seed, cherishing the heavenly ambrosia as it began to reinflate her face, the amount to much for her small body to handle.

After a few moments, Tiffany pulled back, coughing as a river of cum ran down her front.

"So tell me Tiffany, now that you have a moment to speak," Amanda addressed the panting girl, one hand on her cock to shake it up and down, "how does my cock compare to Dani's?"

It took a minute for the raven-haired girl to process the question, her eyes glued to the bouncing behemoth.

"Who?"

Her voice was as soft and gentle as the rest of her, but the question was spoken with so much conviction that Dani was convinced it was genuine, that she wasn't just putting on a show for her new master. Amanda laughed loudly, giving her cock a strong stroke, forcing more precum through it and onto the willowy woman in front of her. Cum splashed across her face and down her chest, blending in with her pearlescent skin, hiding her tiny nipples which stuck out like erasers on number two pencils from her flat chest. Tiffany moaned and snaked a hand down her stomach and towards her crotch, letting her fingers slide through the heap of white goop running down her torso; it was clear that she was ready and willing to give herself over to the dual-sexed Goddess in front of her. Letting her rock back and forth against the hand between her legs for another minute or so, Amanda pressed her spongy glans against one of the girl's defined cheekbones.

"You remember, right? My husband, the pathetic excuse for a man I walked in on you fucking !"

Jolting to attention at the sound of fury entering the futa's voice, Tiffany lurched towards the cock in front of her face and wrapped her arms around it, the beast big enough for her to hug like a person. Like she was trying to make up for the past transgression, she immediately went back to work pleasing the throbbing rocket. Planting kisses over whatever parts of the girthy goliath she could, leaving black lipstick marks across the tan flesh, Tiffany barely took a breath as she put her whole body to work; while her mouth did most of it, she jerked it off with both arms and rubbed smooth chest against it, almost hanging off it like a monkey on a branch. She kept this routine up for a good while before she finally settled back down and looked up at Amanda with a wounded look on her face.

"I'm so sorry Goddess! Dani told me you were getting a divorce when we met. He said all these awful things about you and that he was so lonely. I-I didn't know any better! Please forgive me, I wouldn't have given him the time of day if I knew!"

Shit .

"Oh? Is that what he told you?"

"It is! I swear!" Tiffany practically yelled, a quiver in her voice, "I'm sorry I ever fell for it! Dani is just such a good liar!"

"That he is."

Amanda thrust her hips forward and bashed her cockhead against Tiffany's face, nearly knocking her off balance - but she got the message. Repeating her actions from before, she sucked at the massive glans once again, zealously inhaling as much tough cockflesh that she could. Her throat worked in tandem, not letting a single drop of pearly nectar spill this time, even at the expense of oxygen; Dani got an eyeful of all of this, Amanda zooming the camera in on her blushing, intense features. He could make out every little detail, including being able to hear the moans that resonated in his girlfriend's chest, the blowjob enough to get her going. She touched Amanda with more love and care than she ever had with him, clearly putting every ounce of effort into the act. More tears flowed down his face the longer he had to watch, especially knowing that they weren't even close to being done.

"So Dani, you lie to these women to get them in bed? I shouldn't be fucking surprised. So pitiful. I can't believe the woe-is-me routine worked so much. Let me guess - most of them didn't call you back after they saw the little dicklet between your legs?!"

He didn't bother to respond, knowing Amanda knew she hit the nail on the head. Charlotte and all the other women almost always ghosted him after they had sex, Tiffany the special exception. That's why he kept her around, and made her his official partner - and now he'd lost her too. Dani knew he couldn't compare to his wife, but he never thought he would have too; as long as he kept his trysts away from her, they'd never learn the truth. But he fucked up, badly . Now everything was unraveling: his love life, career and extra source of income, his very ability to function . And he was forced to endure all of it, endure every single punishment until Amanda said it was finished, and that might never come!

Chapter 7: Tiffany's (W)reckoning

Summary:

Dani continues to watch his girlfriend get destroyed by his wife

Notes:

Part 7! You know the drill. Some hyper futa brutal sex, some cucking, some humiliation, etc etc.

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An important note that I am going to keep reiterating: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect, because it only gets darker the more you read.

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"Alright, I think it's time to move on, and show you what you've really been missing by fucking that limpdick."

It was clear that Amanda wasn't speaking to him anymore, and for a moment, Dani was given a brief reprieve of seeing Tiffany worship his wife - but it was only a momentary blessing. The camera shook and spun, before roughly steadying itself. The angle was different this time, the phone no longer in his wife's hands. Dani wasn't sure where she'd placed it, but it was now propped up perfectly, capturing everything she'd wanted him to see; it was just far enough away that he could see both of them at once, but close enough that he wasn't missing any details. The position of the two people in the video had changed, with Tiffany now saddled upon the gargantuan shaft of Amanda's cock, pressed nearly right up against her abs. Her hips wiggled back and forth, grinding her dripping slit across the many veins that coated the monster between her legs.

It was a ridiculous sight. Tiffany looked more like a doll resting on a shelf, than a human being sitting on… well, a massive cock. The size difference between the two was astounding. Someone casting a quick glance their way might think that the fragile looking woman was the same size as the futa's womb wrecker - and they wouldn't be far from the truth. There was maybe a foot difference in Tiffany's height and the length of Amanda's log, and they were nearly equal in width; if the whole thing wasn't so obscene or demoralizing, it would have almost been funny to Dani. But it wasn't. It was a horrifying reminder that by the end of the day, his wife was somehow gonna fit that monstrosity into the one person he considered a safe haven from her vengeance.

"Oh Amanda," Tiffany moaned, "you're so amazing. Dani doesn't compare to you!"

"That's right my little slut," Amanda slid a hand down her immeasurable shaft towards the raven-haired beauty's shimmying hips, "now let me show you how true that is!"

Lifting the doll-like woman up with one finger, the massive futa slid one of her long, rough digits across her dripping slit. Tiffany moaned again at her touch, moving faster and faster, trying to draw an orgasm from the simple touch; Amanda let her grind against her finger until her entire hand was soaked in the girl's clear secretions. Stopping her with the slightest bit of pressure, Amanda pressed the tip of her digit into Tiffany's pussy, letting her tight folds – almost so tight she couldn't penetrate them – hug her down to the first knuckle. A gasp flew from the slut's lips, a small stream of cunt juice spraying onto Amanda's wrist, the excessive liquid dripping down onto the rockhard-cock they were using as a makeshift table.

"How does that feel? Bigger than Dani's little clit already?"

Tiffany gasped.

"So much bigger! Your finger feels like a real dick!"

"And that's not even all of it!"

Punctuating her words with action, Amanda shoved more than half of her extensive finger into Tiffany's clenching hole. With a vice-like grip, her inner-walls hugged the invader like it was a dick, milking it like it could cum inside of her. Smiling at the lithe woman's obvious lust, the futa began to fuck her finger in and out Tiffany's cunt, slowly at first, poking at her cervix with each casual thrust; the dark-haired girl moaned at each touch of the entrance to her womb, writhing at the muscled ministrations. Curling her calloused digit, Amanda managed to continue doing this while rubbing Tiffany's G-spot, bringing her to an orgasm in mere seconds. It was an explosive one, pussy juice exploding across the wall of cockflesh below her until it splattered onto the floor below them, a literal puddle formed on Amanda's massive meat. She removed the finger and held it up, rotating in the light so that Dani could see it.

"See this, asshole? I bet she never got this wet for you!"

"No, never my Goddess! Dani never made me cum once!"

Growling at the confirmation of her superiority, Amanda shoved her soaked finger between Tiffany's lips.

"Hear that bitch boy?" she let the sounds of Tiffany's sucking her finger fill the room for a moment before continuing, "I don't know how you could ever call yourself a man when you can't even make your so-called girlfriend cum!"

He should have known they were lying to him. Women he got with always claimed they orgasmed from his efforts, but never called him back, an obvious sign. Even Tiffany always seemed cool and collected when she came – at least when she claimed she did – a blush barely touching her cheeks as she did. Maybe… maybe he had never made a girl orgasm, and that's why he didn't know the difference. That was becoming more and more obvious whenever he watched his wife do it without even trying, women seemingly cumming just from looking at her! If he had failed to do something that was apparently so easy before, there was no way he would ever have a chance in hell of doing it now. Dani had to wipe his eyes just to see what the movement on his screen was about to lead to this time, his brain knowing damn-well what they were going to move onto.

Like she was the lightest thing in the world, Amanda grabbed Tiffany by her pert cheeks during Dani's wallow in self-pity, and lifted her towards her face. One hand alone was enough to cover all of the skinny girl's ass, both of her bear-like paws practically reaching halfway up her back and around her waist. Even though it was obvious she didn't need to, Amanda still flexed as she did, letting her bare breasts inflate with muscle, the pecs underneath them replacing that spot on her chest. It was like two, tan boulders had popped from her torso, each one wider than Tiffany's svelte frame, topped by engorged, pink nipples that could probably be used to fuck someone better than Dani's pathetic penis. Veins corded these massive growths, stretching as far as the eye could see, running up Amanda's pillar of a neck, down to her striated eight-pack, and towards her shoulders and arms.

Still acting like she was working out, the giantess futa let the rest of her body balloon with undeniable brawn. Every area of her fantastic form, every muscle, every millimeter of skin grew like it was trying to escape its human-prison. Biceps filled out into numerous lumps of power, each one bigger than Tiffany's head, eclipsing what should have been possible for a single person to possess. Hamstrings, quads, abductors all followed suit, her legs becoming beacons of strength, enormous supports needed to hold up her dense weight, columns of robust flesh that were harder than forged steel. From Dani's angle, he could even see her glutes burst in size, the chiseled cheeks forming into two titanic, rounded pieces of marble that put The Venus Callipyge to shame!

Their bodies couldn't have been more different. Tiffany's pliant, limber figure was no match for Amanda's, which put a gorilla to shame with its raw power. Bronzed musculature versus a gymnast's pastel willowness, to even compare them would be doing the futa a disservice - Tiffany's insignificance barely worthy to be in the presence of the living Titan. She was like a child in the palm of a giant, her limbs undeserving of being touched by such a celestial creature, her arms and legs unfit to even be juxtaposed to the grandiose vessels that laced Amanda from neck to toe; she could have fit inside of one of the futa's arms or legs, without the ability to give any indication she was contained within them. David and Goliath personified, the biblical exaggeration paling to the reality that was actually occurring. A reality that was only becoming more absurd with each passing moment.

Because there was still another muscle that Amanda hadn't shown yet, though that was about to quickly change.

As soon as Tiffany's little cunt that looked so pristine and untouched despite its recent fingering came close to Amanda's face, she extended her tongue. Like the rest of her, the pink mouth-muscle was massive, fat enough to cover the majority of someone's face, and, as the diminutive-girl was about to find out, just as unnaturally long. It snaked from between the futa's plush, pink lips, towards the reddened gash between Tiffany's legs, and with incredible dexterity, licked it from top to bottom. Her nub of a clit, just as the tiny as the rest of her, pulsed with clear need, unsheathing itself from the hood at the slightest touch. Tiffany squealed as she was orally tapped, her hands immediately gripping onto Amanda's brown locks, her torso hunching over it like she was about to facefuck the incredible Goddess.

Bringing her in closer, Amanda lapped at her steadily swelling slit, bathing it in her spit. She didn't let the tip of her tongue penetrate her cunt just yet, teasing her instead with slow licks; the futa even flattened her tongue over the entirety of Tiffany's outer sex, covering it completely, showing just how fucking big it was in comparison. Almost like it was prehensile, Amanda was able to use her tongue to do things the dark-haired woman hadn't imagined possible. She batted at both lips simultaneously using the both halves of the pink appendage at the same time. The end of her tongue wrapped around her clit, squeezing and pulling it like a little hand, soaking it in saliva. When she smoothed it out across her mound once more, she flexed each section of the oral muscle, using every part of it to massage Tiffany's entire groin. It was only after she was done showing off, that Amanda slipped into her begging hole.

"Oh Goddess you're so incredible!" Tiffany screamed, her hips swiveling and pushing against Amanda's features, "Dani never did this for me!"

Smiling from between Tiffany's thighs, Amanda made sure to put extra effort into pleasing the lithe lady. She slithered her tongue through Dani's ex's depths, exploring every nook and cranny, spreading her walls with another part of her that was bigger than his dicklet. It wriggled its way deeper and deeper through her warm walls, pressing them out and back, making room for the incomparable invader that would come next. Amanda's tongue touched her cervix, her most-pleasurable spot, and places that Tiffany didn't even know about! It was like the pink muscle was everywhere inside of her at once, constantly teasing her and pleasing her in different locations, constantly keeping her on edge, sucking up her constantly secreted offerings into her mouth; if the futa wasn't holding her up, she knew she would have fallen over already from the ecstasy.

Tiffany was being eaten out ravenously. Orgasm after orgasm racked her body, causing her to squirm and shudder around Amanda's face, her tiny fingers gripping her hair like a set of reins. Her pussy juice spilled down the futa's chin, splashing onto her massive pecs and shredded abs, the climaxes coming nonstop. Howls of pleasure and gasps of air alternated from the raven-haired woman's throat, her mind struggling to keep up with the barrage of ecstasy wrecking her form. Her cunt felt like it was on fire , so sensitive that by now even putting on a pair of panties would have been enough stimulation to make her cum! She wasn't sure how much more she could take, and like Amanda had read her mind at that exact moment, she suddenly pulled back and dropped her right back onto her cock; Tiffany was able to lay across the gigantic rod, her back resting against the feet of throbbing meat while her legs twitched in the air with residual euphoria.

Amanda wiped her mouth.

"Can't say I'm surprised to learn you don't go down on your women," she looked towards the camera, "you never did it for me after all!"

"No! He told me he doesn't do 'that' - but he still wanted me to suck his little cock!"

"Fucking pathetic. And you call yourself a man!?"

There was more clear anger on Amanda's features, her temple visibly pulsing with disdain. She let the camera capture her infuriated visage, knowing that Dani would cower deeper into his seat from the sight. Remembering the years of neglect and unfaithfulness fueled her rage, and therefore fueled her growth , her muscles flexing more insanely. It was like she was capable of becoming larger just by willing it, and the mountain of power that enshrouded her head expanded and expanded, more so than when Dani had seen her at the gym; her cock rumbled as well, seemingly swelling along with the rest of her, causing Tiffany to shake and almost fall off of it. The svelte figure sat up at the sudden earthquake below her, looking around wildly until she realized that the futa was simply becoming more incredible before her very eyes. Another stream of cunt honey sprayed across Amanda's terrifying tower, stopped only at the barrier that made up her defined groin.

"Well Tiffany, don't you think it's time to move onto the main event and show that piece of human garbage what you've been missing by fucking him?"

"Yes! Yes!" Tiffany's excitement caused her to almost stand directly on Amanda's cock, scrambling forward instead, "Please show him how incredible you are and how much of a wretched bastard he is!"

Amanda looked up thoughtfully.

"Hmmm, I don't know if you want it bad enough though…"

"Oh Goddess I've never wanted anything more! I'd do anything for it! I would throw away everything to be your personal cocksleeve! I-I'd give you anything! Do whatever you ask! Just please, I need you."

"Anything?"

"Yes! Anything!" Tiffany was babbling in a panicked fervor, rubbing her hands over Amanda's marbled torso and grinding herself on her cock, "Just tell me what I have to do!"

Shooting her hand out, Amanda wrapped it in Tiffany's black locks and spun her around. She tossed her forward, sending her landing on the leaking crown of her dick; before she slipped over the side, the futa gripped both of her ankles. Straightening her body, flopping her up and down like a blanket she was going to fold, Amanda angled her until her cunt was pressing against her giant glans, taking steps back as she did. The entire time this was going on, Tiffany moaned at the touch of her new master, instead of screaming in pain from the rough manhandling. Adjusting and turning, Amanda pointed herself, and by extension Tiffany, directly towards her phone, until the slender girl's face hovered directly in front of it.

"Why don't you tell your boyfriend, my husband, exactly how you feel about him?"

Dani watched as Tiffany's face became somber, then twisted into a grimace, her eyes glaring directly into the camera.

"You're a piece of shit. I can't believe I ever gave you the time of day. You used me, Dani. Used me to sneak around your wife's back - your amazing, beautiful, perfect wife. If I knew she existed, I would have fucking spit on you when you asked for my number. But I didn't, and you looked so… pitiful. Like a lost little puppy. Cute in a way that makes you feel sorry for something. Everything was a lie, I know that now, and I can only imagine what kind of miserable life I would've had with you. Coming home to you on your computer or out fucking someone else, having to deal with your tiny little dick, listening to you bitch and complain all day. God, it makes me want to puke! Dani, I fucking hate you and you're entire existence. If you died, I'd show up at your funeral just to curse your corpse. Fuck you!"

The only thing Dani felt like could have made this worse is if he'd had a heart attack and dropped dead right then and there - fuck, that might've been preferable to this kind of torture! This confession from… well, he guessed she wasn't his girlfriend anymore, was like the final in the coffin of his defeat. He really did feel like there was nothing left to lose, and that he'd had been fully and thoroughly beaten by his wife. At this point, he almost did want to toss his phone and try to run, jail almost being the better option where he would be safe, but Dani knew he couldn't survive in that kind of environment. Almost like it was his last show of his courage, the last bundle of resistance he could muster, Dani continued to stare ahead, trying to stifle his sobs as he did, putting on the bravest face he could in the face of self-inflicted adversity.

"From the mouth of babes."

Amanda laughed at Tiffany's declaration of hate.

"Well slut, I'm impressed," she pushed her hips forward, "guess you've earned this!"

There was no question as to what she was talking about. All three of them knew what was coming, although all three had different reactions. Tiffany was basically vibrating in anticipation. Amanda had a sneer on her face, knowing what her cock would do to the poor girl. And Dani, Dani held his breath, having prior knowledge that nothing in the world could prepare him or Tiffany for what was about to happen. The dark-haired girl was shuffled around a bit more, her arms and hair hanging limply towards the floor, her ass in the air - it looked like she was mounted on some kind of fleshy pommel horse. A brief silence ensued before Amanda thrust forward while yanking Tiffany down at the same time, a grotesque schlick breaking up the momentary monotony.

Then, screaming.

The crazed screech erupted from Tiffany's lips immediately. It was filled with pain. It was filled with pleasure. It was filled with every conflicting emotion that a person could feel. But her body showed her true feelings. Spewing from her now-gaped cunt was a torrential flood of girl-cream, so copious and loud that even though Dani couldn't completely see it, he could damn well hear it. It sounded like a pipe bursting onto carpet, which for all intents and purposes, it might as well have been. Entire body writhing, Tiffany would have doubtlessly flipped right off the point of penetration had Amanda not had such a tight hold on her legs, a sexually-induced seizure overtaking her very being. Dani's wife didn't move another muscle as his ex rode out her explosive orgasm, giving her a taste of what she'd been missing her whole life, and what would be coming in spades .

"Holy shit!"

Hands flying to her stomach, Tiffany felt around it until she found what she was looking for. There, before her very eyes, between her fingers, was the outline of Amanda's tremendous cockhead denting the skin of her abdomen. It was so wide, so incredibly girthy, that it took up all the room in her belly, the outer ridges pressing into her ribs . Tiffany hyperventilated at the sight, her limbs going rigid as another climax launched through her, her pussy giving a repeat performance, a perfect imitation of a pressure washer set on high. Amanda began to laugh again, the simple display of savage mirth strong enough to bounce the woman attached to the end of her spear up and down.

"Jeez, if I didn't know any better I'd say Tiffany here had never had an orgasm from being fucked before!" Amanda continued to chuckle, though her eyes told a different story, "Guess you couldn't make her feel like this with your inadequate little worm, could you Dani?"

Not bothering to wait for a reply, Amanda continued to pull Tiffany towards her. The limp woman gurgled and moaned as she was cored out slowly by the magnificent member, helpless to do anything but take it, resistance futile - not that she was planning on denying her Goddess. Amanda went easy on her initially, not making any forceful thrusts, simply content with dragging her closer and closer to her crotch. To say Tiffany's inner walls fit her like a glove would be an exaggerated lie, the warm confines of her cunt squeezing down on her stupendous shaft like a fist trying to force out the last bits of toothpaste from a used-up tube; if Amanda was a lesser individual, like her shitstain of a husband, then it would have been painful to be gripped so hard. But she would not be rebuffed!

It was only once Amanda's glans met a familiar barrier did she decide to ramp up this coupling. Pulling back her lower head and the few inches of shaft she managed to stuff into the lithe girl, more feet of cock left out in the cold than all of the men Tiffany had fucked in that past possessed together . Amanda widened her stance, her incredibly bulbous baby-batter boulders brushing against the floor; at the same time, she stretched the raven-haired woman's legs as far apart as they could go, which, luckily for Tiffany, was nearly into a split. Now with just the tip of her tip still inserted, her position perfect, and fueled by the knowledge that Dani was watching in fear of retribution, Amanda plowed forward, rocketing her cock so quickly through his ex she didn't even have to time to comprehend the obliteration of her cervix and the bruising of her previously-untouched womb.

"God damn that's a tight cunt!"

Amanda's statement held absolute truth only a second before her ramrod rampaged through Tiffany's depths; now, there was nothing tight about her. The once delicate petals between her thighs had been obscenely gaped, turned into a dripping cave that an entire fist , much less Dani's skinny endowment, would struggle to touch the sides of; if the futa pulled out now, a gaping maw would be all left of the previously pure-appearing slit. She didn't give Tiffany any time to adjust, promptly pulling back and plowing back in, never letting the full extent of her cock – or at least the amount she managed to stuff into the slut's pussy – come free. Cannon careening in and out of Tiffany's cunt, Amanda used the pale-girl's body like an onahole, meeting each one of the earth-shattering thrusts with a yank of her legs, sure to give her whiplash with the speed of their fucking.

"If I didn't see you fail at fucking her already, I would have guessed she was a virgin!"

Her comment was obviously aimed at Dani, referencing the day she walked in on him cheating. Dani wasn't sure how she was able to ascertain that he had struggled to please Tiffany from the brief glimpse she caught, but, like apparently all of the things that concerned him, she was right. His focus on trying to wring an ounce of noticeable pleasure from his then-girlfriend was probably what caused him to not hear Amanda come home and ultimately lead to this whole situation; if Tiffany hadn't been such a loose whore none of this would have happened! He momentarily seethed at this thought, another aspect of his life wrecked by something he couldn't control. His anger lasted briefly, sadness returning tenfold as he was reminded of his resigned fate of watching his wife ruin yet another woman he knew while he was made to watch without any other choice.

"Ohhh fuck… Sooo big…" Tiffany slurred towards the floor, her long hair battering her face, drool dripping from her lips with every syllable. Rocking back and forth from the brutal coitus, there was nothing the dark-haired woman could do but accept every new chunk of cock that was propelled into her, her cunt twitching, overstimulated from the unrelenting stretching it was being put through. Amanda's shaft was drenched in Tiffany's feminine arousal, helping her slide more and more of her unruly mass of fuckmeat into the slut's too-small body. Eyes rolling around as she grappled with herself to stay conscious, a sight almost too salacious to comprehend sent a jolt of life into the svelte female. Her crotch cavity clenched, contracting around the futa's cock, almost stopping it in its tracks from the renewed tightness.

Her field of view had been completely filled by the distension of Amanda's bitch breaker in her body. It looked like her torso was completely gone, the barbaric figure hiding it from the world. Wherever she had room on her abdomen, Amanda's cock was there instead, pushing against the muted, unblemished tone of her skin. From her chest to her groin, it was all futanari fuckstick, distorting her very being, literally making her look like a penis with a head and limbs. Ribs overshadowed, belly button pulled so taut it might've well not existed anymore, flat chest warped so thoroughly that it looked like she actually had breasts, it was quickly becoming apparent that she was more cock than person. Most preposterous of all, was that Tiffany knew Amanda had so much more monster to shove into her, the massive glans punching at the beginning of her throat she was thrust into once more.

God damn, Dani had good taste but this bitch was just so small!

Amanda couldn't believe how little of her cock she had gotten into her before bottoming out, over half of her cock still sticking out from between the slut's legs; she could have impaled another girl the size of Tiffany at the same time, and still had inches leftover to be sucked! Her beast gave a lurch at the thought like it was just as excited by the prospect, eager to fuck as many women as it could at all times. Taking her hands off of Tiffany's legs, she wrapped them around her waif waist, her fingers easily meeting around her torso, even over the giant protuberance her cock created. Now with better leverage, Amanda fucked her even harder, making sure the whore's orgasm-contorted face was directly in the view of the camera - that is until she got a better idea. Guiding herself and her cock-stuck plaything around, she swiped the phone from its place and angled it down at Dani's ex.

"Lord, Dani, this is quite the tight cunt you picked out! Maybe you can give her another go once I'm done using her!"

The sound of his wife's sniggering filled Dani's ears as he stared at the image of his ruined lover. It was horrifying, like everything else Amanda had ever shown him over the phone. Instead of the once tiny, dainty little lips he had peeled apart with his own member in the past, was a hole - no, not even a hole. There was the outline of where her sex should have been, just a circle of stretched, red skin hugging Amanda's monster cock for dear life. Gone was Tiffany's cute little clit, or the small, pink entrance to her depths, his significant other's awe-inspiring appendage taking up the whole area; Tiffany's ass cheeks were spread as well from the incredible extension, her backdoor completely closed from the pressure. Bubbles of frothy cunt juice and precum foamed around the dark-haired woman's seal, coating Amanda's extremity right outside of it, painting her enormous blood vessels, lubing the entire thing for easier future wreckage.

Armed with the knowledge that he was watching, having been given no other choice, Amanda pulled out. She let inch after inch scrape against Tiffany's near-tearing band, putting its natural elasticity to the test. Making sure the camera never left focus on the point of penetration, the futa continued to slide her cock back, pausing only when the ridge of her fleshy mushroom snagged on the lithe woman's barely-existent lips. Tugging her member lightly against it, Amanda showed off the deep scarlet hue that colored the taut petals, making sure Dani knew that there was no way the woman he cheated on her with would ever be the same. Wrenching Tiffany back a few more times, Amanda made sure to grunt loudly, exaggerating, albeit just barely, how completely and totally stuck the girl was on her cockhead.

"Well God damn," she exclaimed loudly, trying to not let the amusement show in her voice, "I guess she's stuck. And I was gonna give her back to you and everything. Guess there's nothing to do but fuck her until she's so filled with cum that I can pull out!"

Amanda set the phone back down on its original place.

"And who knows how long that might take."

Chapter 8: Somehow, Dani Ends Up More Surprised Than Ever

Summary:

The end of the Tiffany "arc"

Notes:

And here is part 8 of this commission! You know the drill. Some hyper futa brutal sex, some cucking, some humiliation, etc etc - this part ends the Tiffany stuff.

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An important note that I am going to keep reiterating: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect, because it only gets darker the more you read.

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Giving the phone a last mocking look, she resumed fucking Tiffany. This time, she really fucked her. No longer holding back anything , Amanda started by rapidly thrusting in and out of her, pulverizing her insides over and over again. Unbeknownst to either Dani or Tiffany, Amanda had been stifling her flow of precum as best she could during the beginning of the coupling, wanting to make sure that the raven-haired slut was feeling her cock and her cock alone - but now there was no need for that. Like a bursting dam, the futa's seed flooded into Tiffany's baby sack, her balls gurgling happy at no longer being denied release, though it wasn't their true load. The results showed instantaneously, the pale-girl's stomach inflating around the sudden rush of thick sludge, drooping towards the floor.

This urgent cum-stuffing had the added bonus of giving Amanda more room to sink her cock into. She punched her glans every which way inside of Tiffany, distorting the skin in its image, leaving internal mushroom stamps on her flesh. Tiffany's howling returned, increasing in intensity and volume, ear-splittingly loud even through the phone. While pushing the slut's body to its limits, the hyper hung futa hadn't broken a sweat, the act as casual for her as taking a stroll through the park. Her hips quickly became a blur, barging through her husband's ex with her battering ram, punishing her for his infidelity. Another section of her steely rod slammed into the raven-haired girl, the bulge in her chest pushing past her face, her torso now more cock than person.

"You're… you're fucking up my pussy!" Tiffany managed to sputter out between orgasmic outbursts, "I-I don't how much more I can take!"

"Oh you'll take everything slut!"

Amanda hammered into her.

"Every inch!"

Again.

"Every foot!"

Again.

"All my cum!"

Again .

"And you'll have all my kids!"

How dare this little bitch try and deny her!? Here she was blessing her with her presence and attention, showing her how good sex could feel, and she wanted to call it quits? Like hell that was going to happen! Now Amanda was furious with Dani and Tiffany, having briefly forgiven the latter for her role as the catalyst for everything that had occurred. But after saying that? Fuck her! Amanda was going to show her what would happen when someone tried to cross her, and she was already in the perfect position to do so! A manic grin touched the futa's smile, her hold on Tiffany's legs tightened, and she withdrew until her cockhead was fully outside of the woman's ruined hole.

For a brief moment, Amanda had the wicked idea to show off the pulverized gape to Dani in all its glory, but decided against it - that could wait until she had truly wrecked the tiny slut! Flexing her cock so it batted against Tiffany's once-tight cunt, the massive futanari let herself expel more of her potent frosting, dousing the raven-haired woman's outer lips, giving herself an increasing amount of lubrication to work with. Lining herself up so she had a straight shot through the ungrateful whore, Amanda shook her hips like she was preparing to charge, and then did just that. Without an ounce of caution or sliver or concern, she rammed forward.

Another scream ejected from Tiffany's mouth.

This penetration was as brutal as it was rapid. Amanda's hot lance sliced straight through Dani's ex's insides, rampaging through her inner walls, the now-ruined opening that was her cervix, into her womb – the place a cock should never have touched – and then it kept going. It didn't pierce through anything else, instead spreading the baby sack out, pressing it farther up Tiffany's body, forming it around the brutal invader. It kept going and going, until the distension of Amanda's glans had shoved the top of the woman's chest out past her face by almost a foot . A large blast of precum followed, causing Tiffany's stomach to balloon and droop again, already giving her the appearance of being very pregnant.

Wasting not a single second, Amanda pulled out and did the same thing. She repeated the action over and over and over again, unsheathing herself fully before slamming back into the cumming slut. Slow and steady, but no less savage in her motions, the brunette muscle Goddess plowed into Tiffany. She held her tightly so she wasn't tempted to jettison off her cock, a concern considering that Tiffany hadn't stopped shaking and floundering since the sex had first started. Amanda didn't say anything as she fucked her hard, only letting out the occasional grunts while stretching every last inch of her body permanently .

Giving no indication she had planned too, Amanda began to fuck into Tiffany faster. Pulling her back to meet her vicious thrusts, the futa treated Tiffany like she did every other person she graced with her attention: like she was disposable. Especially now that the little harlot had pissed her off, Amanda had thrown caution to the wind, no longer caring about how she felt or how she might look – drunk with pleasure – to Dani. Nothing mattered anymore but her own pleasure, any that Tiffany might have experienced, or the despair her no-good-cheating husband was undoubtedly going through, just a bonus, a happy byproduct of her abilities to destroy anyone that she wanted.

"Still want to say 'no' to me you fucking bitch!?" Amanda yelled at Tiffany, the volume enough to shake both of their bodies, "Or have you finally decided to be thankful!?"

It took Tiffany a second to realize she was being scolded.

"I'm so sorry, Amanda…" her speech was garbled, intersped with increasingly consistent moans, "I didn't mean to insult you!"

"Well you did!"

Amanda let her actions display the rest of her emotions. Harder, faster, harsher - she brutalized Tiffany's being with her cock like it was her sole mission in life. Unlike how it went usually, the futa's hips were not a blur, but the dark-haired girl's body was. Her limbs flailed rapidly in the air, her head whipped up and down, her hair swirling around like she was headbanging. Tiffany was helpless to do anything except get fucked to within an inch of her life, a toy in the hands of a giant, a simple plaything instead of a living, breathing human being. Despite all of this, her cunt still expelled streams of girlcum, the carpet below the coupling pair turned completely sodden, a permanent stain marking her fall.

After all the teasing, oral worship, and ridiculous-degree of insane sex, Amanda was finally close to cumming. A growl emanated from her throat, her body going through its usual tensing. The giant globes between legs, or more accurately, her shins , had expanded with so much pent-up sperm that they were bouncing up and down on the floor like a pair of exercise balls, filling the rooms with loud thuds that were barely noticeable over the constant exclamations of ecstasy from Tiffany. More inhuman girth and length pumped into Amanda's awesome appendage, a necessity to prepare for the loads she was preparing to unleash. Unlike a regular, normal person, the futa felt no need to slow down or hilt – or hilt as least as deeply as one as hyper hung as herself could – in her partner, preferring to continue to power-fuck them as hard as she could through her climax.

"Hope you're ready to be a mother, slut!"

Tiffany received the only warning she would get of her coming insemination, but the words didn't register in her ears - hardly anything registered to the skinny girl, her whole world taken up by the multiple feet of futa cock ravaging her insides. Every part of her felt numb except for her pussy, which burned from the relentless pounding. It was the only sensation she felt, this incredible, brutal stretching, and she couldn't imagine experiencing anything else at this point. Her existence revolved around getting fucked by the futanari, all other emotions paling in comparison to the euphoria she received from devoting herself to her new Goddess. It was pain. It was pleasure. It was everything . It was the only thing that mattered to the young woman anymore, even as her life was about to be changed once more.

A massive jet of cum was dispelled from Amanda's cock. It splashed inside of Tiffany, doubling her already-increased mass, sending her stomach plummeting towards the Earth like a meteor. Every part of her became packed with progeny, boiling, steaming seed that touched every pocket of space she had that was not filled by the spitting serpent. Bulbous bubbles of seed stretched her chest even further, completely covering her visage; if Tiffany was being fucked on her back, the growing pile of distorted skin would have easily suffocated her. It was like the lithe woman was being drowned internally. Perhaps it was due to the intense anger that Amanda was feeling, but her initial cumshot seemed to go on for far longer than normal, still gushing from her distended cumslit for over a minute with no sign of slowing down.

There were more visible changes in Tiffany, besides the enormous cum-gut she now possessed. The more she grew, the more jagged, long stretch marks appeared on her expanded midsection. Like sexual battle scars, they marked her forever, letting anyone else who saw her naked know that she had been stamped by someone else - someone else they couldn't ever hope to compete with. From her waistline up to her chest, the red and purple lines appeared, incredibly pronounced, like a blind man might be able to use them as braille to figure out what happened to the young woman. They didn't stop forming even when every inch of her torso was covered in the ragged blotches, growing more defined and getting deeper with every new gallon flung carelessly into her womb.

Despite being held aloft several feet in the air by the futa's enormous fuckstick, Tiffany's bloated belly still managed to touch the soggy carpet below them. She was more cum than human at this point, several times over at least, and Amanda's first rocket of sperm was still exploding from her urethra. Tiffany's belly wobbled back and forth like a waterbed and it was just as big, wide enough that she could have rested comfortably on it without issue; in fact, that's what she was doing. Her limp limbs were splayed across her extensive, gelatinous mass, hanging towards the floor, her face buried in the giant pillow that once was her chest. It was only once she reached this point that the beginning of Amanda's climax came to an end, and she decided to pull out, not quite done using the slut for all she was worth.

One long stride back was all it took for her to pull out of the overinflated whore.

Not needing to hold onto her waist anymore, Amanda instead used her massive, long-fingered hands to double-fist her cock. Tiffany was so elevated by her gurgling stomach that the futa didn't need to aim down to cover her, able to simply hold her devastating dick still and straight while it blasted more of her unending load over the woman. The first shot went straight into the raven-haired girl's cavernous cunt, refilling it, sending the seed trying to escape back into her womb. It splashed all around them, coating Tiffany's legs and ass with the excessive splatter, flecking her once unblemished skin with drops of sticky semen. Content that she had replugged her yawning hole, Amanda raised her cock slightly to let her ridiculous stream engulf the rest of her body.

Tiffany's hair was hit first, dying it a pure white and turning her albino, giving the ethereal appearance she possessed an upgrade. Rivulets of thick goop ran down her visage, pooling in the indention her head made in her corpulent chest. Her back received the same treatment, layered in cum time and time again, the dense wiggler-packed glue actually weighing her down, causing her torso to sink into her ballooned body. Each ass cheek was drenched in turn, and Amanda didn't have to spray at her limbs to have them mirror the rest of her, their engulfing happened as a byproduct of the mind-breaking amount of virile refuse surging from her fleshy fire hose. Amanda covered her several times over until she was unrecognizable, everything from her toes to her massive, pockmarked stomach hidden under a sheet of the futa's own personal sauce.

Careful not to hit her own phone, the futa aimed her cum cannon around the room next. Pictures on the walls, upholstery, a dining room table – they were in the living room after all – were shattered and destroyed by the force of her gooey expulsions. She spared not a single inch of anything that fell in her sights. A chair slammed into the wall from the volcanic explosion, particles of wood and plastic flying into the air. A cheap, mass-produced painting was knocked to the floor, permanently ruined by the new coat of paint covering it. Dents were even left in the drywall from the power of the plumes of progeny propelled from her pulsing piston, like someone had put their fist through it in an uncontrolled rage - though if it was Amanda punching the walls, the entire apartment might come down and collapse around her!

When her orgasm began to waver, Amanda still pissed an absurd amount of copious baby batter over the floor. The completely-stained carpet, drenched in Tiffany's climactic girl cum squirts, was decimated and left unsalvageable; only tearing it up and replacing it would fix what she destroyed, and even then the floorboards more than likely suffered the same fate. The clothing they had both discarded before Amanda had first called Dani were caught in the sexual monsoon, washed away in a flood that threatened to fill the entire abode. By the time the muscular, giantess of a futanari's shots had died down to shooting baseball-sized droplets across the room, she was standing ankle deep in her own virile waste, Tiffany bobbing up and down in it like an obscene bath toy.

And Dani could do nothing but watch.

He had to sit and stare and his ex was forever altered in yet another way. He knew damn well that there was no going back for her, that she would be a permanently changed woman; even if she did somehow come back to him, he could never look at her the same way again. There were too many reminders of what his wife had done. The stretch marks, the gaping, hollowed-out cavity that was once her pretty little pussy, and of course, that braindead look she would always have on her face, like she was also thinking, wishing that she could be fucked by Amanda instead of whatever she was doing instead. That wasn't even mentioning the litter kids she was no doubt now carrying. Dani knew he didn't have a shadow of a chance before, but now it was made fact. More tears ran down his face, his body slowly dehydrating itself from sorrow.

"God damn that was a good orgasm!" Amanda turned towards the phone for the first time in what felt like an hour, "What do you think Dani? Could your worthless little clit do something like that?"

He only hiccuped in response.

"I think we both know the answer to that! You can still have her back… once I'm done using her!"

The futa laughed cruelly and then lifted one of her giant, calloused feet in the air, raising it so high that it was parallel with her face. Giving another glance into the camera, she winked at Dani, her lips still twisted into a mocking, violent grin, and then stomped on Tiffany's back. Waking up immediately, Dani's ex screamed in pain at the weighty mass slammed onto her body, her hands stretching back to try and grab onto whatever was pressing down on her. Her prolapsed, ruined pussy gushed a waterfall of cum onto the ground, spilling bathtubs of seed, her stomach deflating quickly. Amanda ground her sole into the slut's spine, careful not to use enough of her divine strength to actually damage her, forcing more and more of her thick load out of the cum-covered woman, until she had all-but returned to normal, left with only a noticeable paunch. As her face dipped into the pool of progeny surrounding them, Amanda picked her up by her hair.

"Wha-what happened?" Tiffany looked around, her eyes wide, having passed out during the catastrophic coitus only to be awoken so brutally, "Amanda…?"

"That's right slut, it's me! And we're not done here. Not by a long shot."

"But Goddess! I don't know if I can handle anymore. If I could just have a break, I swear I'll be able to go as much as you want!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll ruin your pretty little face like I did your pussy!"

A small whine escaped Tiffany's lips, but she did as she was told.

"That's what I thought. Now what should we do next?"

Amanda wasn't actually asking for suggestions, not that Tiffany or Dani would have dared make any. Readjusting her grip, Amanda grabbed by her bruised and scarred stomach, and lifted her high; she flexed her cock at the same time so it bounced against her abs and rose above her head, and held it up, using her kegels like they were any of her other overdeveloped muscles. Putting Tiffany right on the tip of her cock, Dani's wife rubbed her leaking glans over her no-longer-tight cunt, like she was preparing her for another ruthless pounding - but that's not what happened. At the last minute, right as she was about to pound the skinny slut down on her venous member, she angled Tiffany's body forward ever so slightly, and sent her cock barreling straight through her untouched asshole.

Tiffany screamed again.

Unlike with her cunt, Amanda didn't let Tiffany get used to the punishing penetration at all – if one could get used to such a thing – fucking straight into her like she would have with her used-up pussy. Her cock soared through the tiny woman's body, hitting her chest in less than a second, creating the same shaft-shaped swell as before. Without any pause, Amanda used her sex toy to her fullest extent, jerking her up and down her massive meatrod, rearranging her intestines and stomach to better fit her enormous extremity. Tiffany's worn out cunt launched into a series of explosive climaxes immediately, her body trained to get pleasure only from the most brutal forms of lovemaking; the rest of her, however struggled to handle the intense fucking. Gasps of air and ragged heaves flew from her mouth, her entire face red, her eyes bloodshot and bulging.

Mirroring what she had done to the gym bunny, Amanda flung her cock through the little slut's body, propelling her cock up her neck, and out of her wheezing lips. It burst from her maw like a breaching whale, sprays of spittle and precum flying out with it. If anything it was more obscene than when she had done it to Laura due her miniscule stature, her entire face covered by the colossal crown. Her jaw touched her neck, her upper lip blanketed her nose - her features had practically become half-cock! Tiffany's eyes rolled into the back of her head at the sight, her brain unable to keep up with the ungodly spearing, having never even imagined that such a thing was possible, or that it would happen to her.

A part of Dani was always left in awe when he watched his wife brutalize another woman. There was something mesmerizing about the insane spectacles she made a reality, like watching a car crash unfold before his eyes. The way her unreal cock pistoned through a person's entire body, splitting every hole they had, filling multiple orifices at the same time, was an otherworldly experience to even see . His eyes were glued to the screen, completely focused on the sexual destruction - it was like he had been conditioned to concentrate on Amanda's actions. He took in everything, from Tiffany's tiny body getting rearranged from the insides, to the bulge and natural flexing of Amanda's muscles. It didn't matter that over an hour had passed, Dani was still giving them the rapt attention his wife demanded.

Things seemed to pass by in slow motion and double speed at the same time, each detail in high definition, while the fucking went on and on and on. In one moment Amanda had Tiffany balanced on her head like a breakdancer, fucking her from above like she was hammering a stake into the ground. The next she was in a full-nelson, spewing cum from every hole while being fucked into, her refilled, giant cum-gut wobbling obscenely. There was no position Amanda didn't fuck her in, even lying on the semen-stained floor at one point, dragging his ex up and down by her ankles, impaling her over and over again. Every orgasm meant a new position, a new method of brutalization, a new batch of baby batter deposited in any of Tiffany's orifices. Amanda was quick to pull out and coat everything around them, painting the apartment white, marking yet another location as her territory, letting any would-be suitors that they were intruding on the grounds of an Alpha!

She twisted Tiffany into all kinds of shapes and positions, using her to fulfill any idea or position she had. All the while she would grab the phone or get closer to it, making sure Dani had as close a view as he could. Through the entire process she insulted and taunted him, calling him bevy of demeaning names – though 'cuck' seemed to be her favorite – while questioning rhetorically if he could ever do the same. Tiffany wasn't spared the verbal onslaught either. Amanda reminded her of her new position in life constantly, making sure she knew that her purpose as long as she lived and breathed was to be nothing but an outlet for her pleasure. Dani's ex fell in and out of consciousness seemingly at random, woken up by her own forced orgasms before her brain was overloaded from the extreme sensory stimulation. There was no question who was in charge of the relationship, any relationship really, Amanda reinforcing the point with every room wrecking orgasm and cataclysmic thrust from her Weapon of Mass Destruction.

The garage had darkened from the sun setting by the time Amanda was seemingly finished.

"Well. I think she's had enough. Wouldn't you say so Dani?"

The camera was in Amanda's hands and had panned down to see exactly what his wife had been talking about. Tiffany was lying on the ground, barely visible under what was no doubt a swimming pool's worth of cum, piled on top of her and swirling around the room. Her mouth, cunt, and asshole were all stretched so far it looked like they could fit an entire basketball in each of them. Goopy, virile seed waterfalled out of each hole, unending, her massive, inflated stomach growing no less huge in size despite the gallons of goo exiting her rapidly. The dark-haired woman's body was bruised from head to toe, clear black-and-blue finger marks and cock imprints tattooing every inch of her skin; Dani was sure her insides looked the same. Bubbling cum from where her face lay unmoving on the flooded carpet was the only way that he knew that she was still alive.

The room they were in looked just as worse for wear. Spiderwebs of cum coated the ceilings, hanging down in huge, marker-thick ropes, interconnected and unbreaking as they oozed towards the ground. A once black couch had been redyed white, and was noticeably slouching in the spots Amanda had taken Tiffany on, the legs no doubt shattered from her immense bulk and the power of her fucking; hell, even the furniture they got nowhere near was unsalvageable. An armchair, the coffee table, a footstool - all of them had been casualties in Amanda's constant blasts of pearly seed. A whole portion of one of the walls had caved in as well, like the futa had taken a sledgehammer to it, a feat done with only her cannon-like salvos. No one would ever be able to inhabit this area of the apartment ever again, that was for sure!

Amanda slapped her hands together like she was wiping away the dust from a hard day's work.

"Even though I'm still not satisfied," the camera pointed to her very erect cock, which bobbed above Tiffany's passed-out form, "I think I'll have to find someone else to use for now."

There was a pause, and then the screen showed Amanda's face.

"And Dani, you worthless piece of garbage?" his wife had an intense look on her face, like she was trying to pierce his soul with her brown eyes, "I'll see you very soon."

The call ended.

Sitting in silence, Dani stared vacantly at his nearly-dead phone. His own reflection was all that peered back at him, showing his rueful expression; his eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks puffy, his nose perpetually dribbling. All from his crying. Setting the device next to him, he rested his back against the seat and stared at the ceiling of the garage, the drop-top on his Porsche retracted. Mind slowly spinning to life, no longer paralyzed by that bitch's commands and presence, he tried to get his thoughts together. It wasn't easy, the images of all the things that Amanda had done to Tiffany, Janice, and all the other women constantly flashing before his eyes. Wiping at his face, he took a deep breath and put his hands on the steering wheel.

There was nothing left for him here. That was now more true than it ever had been, since Amanda ruined his place of work, humiliated him at the gym, and revealed that she knew about his illegal activities. The last thing she had said to him was now a very real threat, because was there anything else she could do besides turn her fury on him directly? Not that Dani could think of! He had to leave. Fuck her, and her threats! If he made it to Mexico or Canada, he would be free. Free of her, free of the law, free of this fucking life! He had his passport, all he needed was money. He just had to do was hit up a bank first, withdraw every cent he had to his name, and escape. Tossing his phone wasn't even a question either - he'd get rid of everything he owned if it meant being unbound from Amanda. A smile crept on to his features: he had outsmarted her in the finale, the only time it really mattered.

The first thing Dani did was finally press the button on his garage-opener, the door rattling and rising slowly off the ground. Turning on his car, he let the engine purr for him, relishing in the mechanical hum; it sounded like victory, exactly what he had accomplished. Putting it into drive, he started to pull out, exiting his home into the fresh air for the first time in what felt like years . His Porsche rumbled down the driveway slowly, and while it did, Dani reached into the glove compartment, making sure Amanda hadn't taken any important papers from there, just in case. He was almost out onto the street before his car suddenly made a dead stop. Looking up at what could have caused this, his eyes bulged in their sockets and his jaw dropped. There was no way. It just wasn't possible. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. How in the god damn…?

How could Amanda be standing right in front of him!?

"Hello Dani," she called out to him, that same manic expression from the day she'd caught him cheating plastered on her face, "I told you I'd be seeing you soon!"

Chapter 9: Things Get Kinda Weird In This Chapter

Summary:

Amanda ruins the rest of Dani's worldly possessions

Notes:

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She was standing with her foot on the grill of his car, no doubt denting the metal with her ridiculous strength, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Amanda was naked, which was almost as shocking as her actual presence, in nothing but her birthday suit and out in the open for the whole neighborhood to see; though considering her antics at the gym, his office, and the other places he had seen in the videos, it shouldn't have been that surprising. More than that though, was the fact that she was completely erect, her cock hovering above the hood of the Porsche, hard as steel, as big as he had ever seen it. All of this made his chest hurt from fear, but the pain only increased the more of his wife he took in.

Amanda looked more muscular than she ever had in the entire time he had known her. She didn't even look like a person anymore, appearing more like a head sticking out of a mountain of bulging, venous flesh. Her traps were elevated to her ears like armor-plated football pads. Her biceps were bigger than exercise balls, each , one alone wider than his torso. Her abs had turned into ten hardened slabs of granite, her entire insane, shredded stomach sticking out over half a foot. Even around her giant arms Dani could see that her breasts were all but gone, replaced by enormous pecs, a pair of twin cannons pressing out ridiculously under her chin. She was a monster of muscle, literally, barely even human anymore, like something a mad scientist would create in secret in a laboratory.

Everything about her had grown from when he had just seen her minutes before. Shoulders that would crack door frames by brushing against them, thighs that could support an entire building, and calves the same width as Dani's head. A glimpse of Amanda's terrifying, over productive testicles showed that they were swollen and engorged in the same way that they were after she had spent a whole hour fucking. The massive foot currently causing an expensive repair bill for his Porsche somehow also looked bigger, like she was Bigfoot come alive right before him. It was no wonder she wasn't wearing any clothes, they didn't make any that could fit her! This frightening facade of a person, the one he had once actively called his wife and made vows to, had somehow made it to their house at lightspeed, something that was more petrifying to him than her increased musculature ever could.

It didn't make any sense! Tiffany's apartment was across town, something he made sure of when he started seeing her. There was no possible way she had made it here, even if she had commandeered a space shuttle and flown it over! He had seen her with his own two eyes, as bleary from tears as his vision might have been, on his phone, on a live call. It was impossible, literally, that she was able to make it here so quickly. It was like she really was a demon sent from Hell to torment him, to make his life miserable before dragging him to the fiery depths back with her! Was she magic? A time traveler? Some kind of demented Genie? Dani had no idea, but all of those seemed more possible than her being able to do what she did – what she's been doing – as nothing but a mere, flesh and blood mortal.

"Even through your obnoxious, tinted windows I can see you're confused. God, you're such a fucking dipshit, always have been. I can't believe you're gonna make me explain things to you when it's so obvious !"

She sneered at him.

"That little 'call' we had with that tiny bitch?" the pressure she was putting on the front of his vehicle increased, almost lifting the back end up off the ground, "It was a recording. I took that video days ago. All the pictures and videos were. You're just so fucking predictable that I was able to control you just by guessing. And I know you watched all of it, watched every second . I've been standing out here waiting for you to try and escape anyway."

She laughed at his flabbergasted face.

"What, think you could make it to another country without me knowing? Please. I know your every move bitch! You might find your bank account woefully empty as well, can't have you using your ill-gotten gains to book a flight to Antarctica. You are mine , you fucking coward. Everything you own is mine to do what I please with. Your money, your girls, and all your belongings. Speaking of which…"

Amanda took her foot off the grill and adjusted her stance.

"I think we'll start today's festivities with your little 'pride and joy' here, as you always called it."

No, no, no! She wasn't wrong - he did love this car more than anything or anyone else. Dignified, sleek, attractive - it was all of these things wrapped up into a compact package, just like him! It was practically a representation of who he was, and there was no way he was gonna let her destroy it; she was probably just pissed because she never fit inside of it, the dumb ogre that she was. Looking around wildly as Amanda sauntered up, Dani did the only thing he could think to do: floor it! Putting the pedal to the metal, the tires on his car spun rapidly in place for a moment, kicking up white smoke, before it jolted forward. It lurched straight at Amanda, not that Dani cared. She could learn what it's like to be in danger for once. A crazed expression covered his face as he barreled towards his wife, intent on ending all of this once and for all!

But that wasn't what happened.

Rolling her eyes, Amanda crouched and stuck her arms out straight like she was Sumo wrestling. Like it was hitting a brick wall, Dani's car stopped . The Porsche spun in place, jerking as it attempted to break through the immovable object in front of it, the wheels groaning against the concrete. Panicking at this unexpected development, Dani pushed the pedal harder and began turning the wheel back and forth, trying to gain any momentum or ground that he could. To his horror, both at the implication and from what he was seeing, the futa's ruler-eclipsing fingers had pierced the vehicle's hood, their calloused tips breaking right through it. She was somehow holding the multiple-tons of metal and oil completely still, not a single bead of sweat breaking on her forehead. They stayed in this one-sided stalemate until Dani finally relented, partially out of worry for the future of his car.

"Murder, Dani, really?" she still hadn't let go of the hood, "You really are the lowest of the low. You're not even fit to lick the bottom of my foot! If I didn't hate you as much as I did, I wouldn't care about anything you did. But I do. And now you have to suffer the consequences for your betrayal you fucking bastard!"

Grunting, Amanda began to lift the car with Dani inside of it. Her muscle mass increased as she did, showing that she hadn't reached her true size, more and more blood-filled arteries popping out across her tanned flesh. Once the vehicle was raised enough that she could see the underside of it, she took a hand off the front, balled it into a fist and punched through the Porsche's undercarriage, all while holding the entire thing up with ease. A spray of oil and other liquids gushed out of the hole soaking the ground around Amanda's feet. Pulling her fist back out, she let the vehicle drop and land hard before her, still rapidly leaking black gunk. Checking her wrist to make sure nothing had managed to scratch her tank-like exterior, Amanda looked from over it at her piece of shit husband, and gave him another demented smile.

"And just to make sure you're not going anywhere…"

Not bothering to finish her sentence, she slammed her massive mitt down on the middle of the Porsche's hood like a wrecking ball. The metal immediately formed around her arm, the sides bending up and inward, tearing off the hooks and other implements that kept it held down. Smoke rose up from around the immense indentation, billows of thick smog filling the air. Amanda ground her limb into the ruined, blue front, grinding the steel sheet to bits, her fist leaving imprints across it. Very audible was the sound of breaking, complex machinery under it, the Porsche dying slowly as its engine was smashed to bits. More oil leaked from the corners. It was several minutes before the futa Goddess rose back up, and she smiled wide at her handiwork.

Extending her arms out wide as they could go, Amanda hunched over and wrapped the deformed hood of the Porsche in a bear hug. Flexing, the massive futa's giant biceps immediately began crushing the front of the vehicle inward, the screeching of metal on metal piercing through Dani's ears. He yelled in terror, ducking behind the steering wheel until just the top half of his head poked over it. Squeezing the hood, Amanda began to use her immense strength to crush the car, slowly compressing it between her muscles. The tires twisted upward until they were parallel to the ground, and grew closer and closer together. Smaller and smaller the hood became, like Amanda was a living version of a car-cuber at a scrap yard. Once the flattened steel was thin enough, she wrapped her hands around it and began to turn it in a circle, rotating the entire thing like she was putting the finishing touches on a Christmas gift. Bits and pieces of mechanical parts scattered across the concrete, and this continued until the entire front half of the Porsche was mish-mash of annihilated scrap and rubber.

Amanda let go and clapped her hands together.

"That's better."

Holy shit Dani needed to get the fuck out of here! With his prize possession all but rendered useless, the front looking like he had been hit full speed by a truck, there was nothing else he had that he cared enough to save. If he could get out, run through the house and into the backyard, he could hop the fence and zigzag through the neighbors' homes until he'd lost her; it didn't even cross his mind that he couldn't lift himself over a fence when he was a kid and full of energy, much less as a lazy, weak adult. Putting a hand on his door, he turned and tried to fling it open, but like everything else, he failed at the simple task. It only managed to budge an inch before slamming back against his body, causing him to fall back across the center console. Moving as quick as lightning, Amanda had appeared there as soon as he looked away, ready to impede him at every turn.

"You never change do you? Predictable as always, cuck."

Scurrying back into the passenger seat, knocking over and crushing boxes of his possessions, he looked past the driver-side window at his wife. Like when she had first appeared, she had her arms crossed in front of her giant, hard chest, and was shaking her head. Confused for a moment, Dani's eyes roamed downward, until he saw yet another thing that blew his mind. There in his door, was the clear outline of his wife's cockhead, obliterating the interior of the door, the barrier between him and her barely holding on. There was nothing else it could be, nothing else that made sense as insane as it was: Amanda had overpowered him with nothing but her cock. Her face was smug as he stared back up at it, obvious that she was waiting for him to put two and two together.

This time Amanda didn't say anything as she moved away from the door, letting, as she had so many times in the past few weeks, her actions speak for her. Dani watched her move, and as he did, loud bangs filled the air around them. With her arms still crossed, it was clear what she was doing: fucking up his Porsche with just her cock! Circling the vehicle, she beat her massive member against it over and over again, ruining it forever with nothing but the strength of her extreme extremity. The doors, the trunk, – which popped open from the lock being broken – back around to the passenger side. She managed to reach the passenger side before Dani even thought to open it, obliterating the handle with her enormous glans. Dani managed to crawl back to the driver's seat just as his wife closed in on him once again, punctuating her presence by snapping the side mirror off with a meaty cock-slap.

"I always hated this fucking thing, and not just because I know you bought it as an excuse to not have to drive around with me - although that disgusts me too. Like you should be the one who was ashamed of their partner, when here I was married to an unfaithful, lying, worthless bastard!"

Amanda stopped and took a deep breath as she stood back in front of the smoking, ruined hood.

"Now I know why I hate it so much: because it reminds me of you ! A piece of shit dressed up to be nice-looking. The cheapest fucking model they have, and of course thats what you used your stolen income for. Couldn't even splurge for something nice and functional? You just want people to think you're cool, that you're a stud, a worthy catch - and this Porsche is the exact same thing. Shiny shit!"

Fuming, the futa flexed her meaty rod up and down, letting it bash against the destroyed front of the Porsche over and over again; the entire vehicle bounced from the forceful pounding, its insides screaming louder and louder with each strike. The one part of Dani's brain that was still working was his animal instinct for survival, and he did the single thing he could do to try and protect himself: raise the roof. Frantically pressing the buttons on his dashboard, Dani almost screamed in happiness at the sound of whirring hitting his ears, the roof slowly covering him. It didn't matter that this was basically useless against his wife's strength, it brought him a false comfort that wouldn't last for long. He looked up to see Amanda studying the new barrier between herself and her husband, and she guffawed again.

"Oh no, you got me Dani!" she mocked in a faux-defeated voice, unable to contain her laughter, "What will I ever do against a retractable roof?"

Eyes going wide at her announcement, Dani once again sank as far back as he could away from his wife. Amanda enjoyed the ridiculousness of his actions for a moment more before going on the hunt again. Leisurely, she waltzed around the cock-totalled Porsche until she was once more at its rear. She put a hand on the trunk door, clearly intent on closing it, before she stopped. Her face scrunched as she took in the contents, before showing another devious grin. Dani watched through the rearview mirror - one of the few parts of the car that still worked – as Amanda reached in and pulled out a duffel bag, something he could just make out through the small spaces and cracks around the door. He could see her pull out every bag and box he had packed with items he wanted to save, tossing them to the ground, until it seemed as though the entire trunk was empty; once she was done, she slammed the lid, and took a moment to distort the metal between her fingers so that it would stay closed.

She disappeared for a moment before popping back up, having retrieved one of the boxes. Tearing it open, she revealed Dani's computer; a tall, black tower, clearly built by him, many expensive parts showing through the clear casing. Without a second thought, Amanda speared her hand into it through the case, and began to rip out pieces at random. Dani cringed as he watched the top-of-the-line hard drive, graphics card, and everything else he had spent enormous sums of money on get ruined and tossed aside like used-up tissue paper. When she was done, satisfied with the technological destruction she lifted the remnants of the computer and chucked it over the car. It landed on the front windshield, shattering it, the whole thing deforming towards Dani. He winced.

"I swear you spent more money on that thing than me! Always thinking of yourself and how you could make your life better, but never mine. Did you ever bother to buy me new work clothes? No. How about a nice dress or jewelry? Not a question. I probably didn't even cross your mind when you were stealing money! Not a Goddamn chance."

She grabbed a bag.

"So now, now Dani, I'm gonna give you your just desserts for being so selfish!"

Opening the zipper, she reached in and dug through the contents, before pulling out one of his nice shirts. Staring into his rearview, she tore the article of clothing in half like it was nothing, letting the tattered remains fall at her feet. Piece by piece she destroyed everything he owned – at least what wasn't in the car next to him – and made him watch. More clothing, including some pricey suits, important documents, keepsakes; if it was in there, she found a way to dispose of it. There were even things she'd bought him that she destroyed, like a nice, gold watch, which she crunched in her palm till it was nothing more than a little, jagged ball. Nothing was safe from her wrath. It felt like an eternity had passed by the time that she was done and surrounded by piles and heaps of dismantled, decimated, and demolished objects that Dani once owned.

Clearly not finished, Amanda straddled the back of the Porsche. Her legs were able to crest the sides of it, giving her the appearance that she was mounting a horse. Straining, she pressed her thighs inward like she was doing an abductor workout. Mirroring the hood, the trunk of the car compressed between the massively muscled pillars, squealing from the pressure as it was condensed down to a shadow of its former self; this time one of the wheels popped off, rolling across the sidewalk and onto the street. Her ginormous junk rested heavily on the car as she ruined the rear of it, her cockhead bashing against the rear window whenever she flexed, leaving cracks along its surface. The metal back of the vehicle was turned into a thin sheet, completely deformed around Amanda's legs. Grinding her thighs together, she molded it around her body, until it was as fucked up and twisted as the front was.

Relaxing her stance, Amanda admired the results of her physical onslaught.

"How's that for your precious Porsche, you weak little cocksucker? Now it looks like a piece of candy, a Tootsie Roll - or even better, a Twinkie! All that's missing is some extra cream filling."

Laughing at her own jokes, the giantess futa suddenly leapt up, propelled by nothing but her insane physique, and landed on the ruined remnants of the trunk. Leaning forward, she grabbed her shaft at its center and beat it against the hood. Giving several test thrusts, she slammed her titanic crown against the retractable roof, leaving mushroom-stamp indentations on its surface. Satisfied, a growl escaping her throat, Amanda plowed downward, piercing through the material; her cock instantly rocketed next to Dani, who let out a terrified scream and pressed himself as flat against the driver-side door as he could. Her mighty mast swirled around, leaving a slimy trail of precum across the center console, creating a bigger and bigger hole in the top. Placing her hands on the front windshield, Amanda began to fuck Dani's Porsche.

Dani could do nothing but watch in horror as his wife literally dominated his once-prized vehicle. It was like she wasn't content with just devastating the hunk of metal, she had to emasculate it, and by extension him, as well. The unreal scenario was unfurling before his eyes, her fleshy, red helmet now breaking the interior of the car. It battered the dashboard, laying waste to his stereo and bluetooth system. Her massive member slammed into the stick shift, breaking it in half, obliterating the console under it. At an oddly, but no doubt purposefully, angled piston, she even snapped the steering wall off, sending the shattering remnants flying. With every mighty pump of her hips something else was smashed, holes torn in the seats, the glove box pierced like a pussy; she only just missed Dani's body on several occasions, coming close enough that he could feel the intense, feverish heat that radiated off it nearly burn his skin.

Trapped like a rat in a cage, there was no chance for him to escape. Even if the door handle and lock hadn't been made useless by his wife's member, if he tried to run that way she was sure to catch him in seconds; the driver's-side window wasn't an option either, the mechanism for it equally as broken, and the fate he would suffer the exact same if he attempted it. The whole vehicle, or what was left of it at least, shook and rocked, the bottom grinding against the concrete, no wheels left to keep it raised. Dani felt like he was in Jurassic Park, stuck in the jeep as the T-Rex chomped and rolled it. A pitiful whimper spilled from his lips, tears once more running down his face - he would have closed his eyes to block out this dreadful experience, but the fear of what Amanda might do to him if she noticed kept them open.

"You like this Dani? I already fucked all the bitches you cared about, I figured I might as well do the same to your 'baby' as I've heard you call this piece of shit before!"

Sniffles and wails were the only response she received. It didn't matter to her anyway, turning his prized possession into a pocket pussy was filling her with a sadistic glee like nothing else had - nothing else yet . As her thrusts became more and more brutal, the enormous cum-packed globes between her legs started to bash into the back cracked windshield over and over again; before too long this turned into shattering the glass, a storm of sharp pieces flying through the car. Amanda wasn't remotely worried about getting cut down there, knowing her skin was tough enough to sharpen knives on. Now her cock and balls were wrecking the interior, a dual-genitalia assault hitting everything around Dani. The poor excuse for a backseat the Porsche had was being beaten to a pulp by Amanda's wrecking balls, the few things he managed to stuff there slowly destroyed like everything else he once called his own.

By now the remnants of Dani's Porsche were slumping closer and closer to the ground. Amanda was losing her leverage, her feet planted back on the ground, her hands nearly doing the same to keep her stable. Deciding quickly on a change of pace, the hyper hung futa reached down and grabbed the undercarriage of the car and heaved it into the air, flipping it around as she did, so that the torn-top was right above her head; through the whole, complex motion, her cock never left the inside of the vehicle, firmly imbedded in it. She could hear thumping and yelling from Dani as he was turned upside down, his body audibly thudding against the roof. Now with a better position in which to fuck, Amanda resumed her furious pounding of Dani's car, rocketing her cock upward into it.

With this new angle, her glans pummeled a new part of the vehicle. The windshield was immediately knocked out of place, falling to the floor like it had been kicked out in an action movie. Readjusting herself so her massive fuckstick didn't fuck through the car, literally, Amanda resumed thrusting into the leather upholstery and what remained on the front dash. She shook the hunk of ruined metal up and down as she did, using it like an onahole to pleasure herself with; the sounds of Dani bouncing around like a pinball only added to this dominant euphoria. No longer impeded, her tremendous cum factories swung wildly, undulating every which way. While this wasn't the most inherently erotic sensation, plowing into a car, just the fact that is was further humiliation her scumbag husband was enough to bring Amanda's orgasm upon her sooner than later.

Screaming for his life, Dani did anything he could to stabilize himself, but nothing was enough to stop his bodily ricocheting; it was like he was on an out-of-control rollercoaster, a ride he wasn't allowed to get off of. The car was slowly filling with Amanda's precum, gouts of it splattering against the floor and the seats, pumping it full of her creamy essence. Every inch of the interior was coated in the cock slime including him, her cum so thick it managed to pool in the floorboards and across the dash despite the fact that the vehicle was being held upside down. Dense ropes began covering the blown-out, empty windows, stringing across it like the bars of a jail cell, keeping Dani locked in. Her lubricating-ejaculate was coming out of her distended urethra quicker and quicker, alternating in streams and explosive, buckshot-like pellets that made sure that the Porsche would be marked forever - not that its existence would continue for much longer!

"Watch out you little fucker, or I might accidentally fuck you next!" Amanda laughed cruelly as she looked up at his form through the hole in the car, "Fuck, you'd probably be even tighter than this car's pussy."

Pieces of metal and machinery rained down around Amanda as she powerfucked the vehicle and spewed vitriol at her husband. Her massive hands constantly tore at it as she treated it like one of Dani's exes, ripping bits and pieces off like she was opening a package. Glutes flexing as she did, clapping together thunderously, popping from her behind far enough to put a Clydesdale to shame, her entire body continued to grow from the excitement of achieving yet another form of revenge; it was actively supplemented by Dani's whole form constantly banging into her cock, no longer able to control his movements enough to avoid it. Moans escaped her lips whenever she felt her grandiose glans pierce through or obliterate a new part of the car, the sensation the same as fucking a new pussy or ruining another cervix. Amanda's bulbous balls gurgled between her legs, happy to add to the punishment of her husband.

Before Dani could understand what was coming, the first real blast of cum rocketed out next to him. There was no warning given, it just happened . Like Mount St. Helens erupting, the white-lava spewed from her fleshy crater, bathing the floor and everything around her shaft in her pearly sludge; the force was strong enough that gallons of cum shot out through the numerous holes in the interior, exploding onto the driveway. Dani was caught in the initial boom of billowing frosting, his shirt and pants drenched in seconds, sperm washing over his features and shaking limbs. Amanda didn't stop fucking the hunk of metal as she reached her amazing climax, still thrusting as hard as she could into it, jiggling it against her insane mass.

Cum torrented into the destroyed vehicle at such an alarming rate it started to fill up, the holes in it not enough to stem the crushing tide. What was left of the retractable roof was turned into a swamp of seed, Amanda's cock plugging the surface utterly and completely. The liquid rose through the cabin like an aquarium, Dani the fish inside for people to stare and gawk at. As the majority of her shot reached the windows, her cum stopped spilling out of it; instead, cum slopped around it, piling on the threshold, creating a seal. Her seminal fluid was so densely-packed with enlarged wigglers, that it was more like paste than water, and thus it acted as such. The last few bits of sunlight that poked over the neighboring houses and illuminated the inside of the vehicle were blotted out, leaving Amanda's husband in darkness. As this was happening, the massive futa was continuously molding the hunk of scrap tighter and tighter around her cock, giving Dani an increasingly small area to reside in.

Dani was drowning, and that wasn't an exaggeration. Bogged down by the murky gunk, he was only just able to keep his head above the white-sea, his body being sucked down like he was stuck in quicksand. His arms flailed uselessly in the sticky substance, barely making a ripple across its surface. Constantly gasping as he tried to keep afloat, Dani swore could see his life flash before his eyes. This was it, this was how he was gonna go: killed by his wife, killed by her cum . Lungs filled by it, his stomach bloated, entire body painted in it. The detectives would be scratching their heads for days! Beginning to accept his fate, albeit begrudgingly, powerless to do anything else, Dani closed his eyes, hoping the sweet embrace of death would be a quick one.

Then, a miracle happened.

The pressure Amanda's unending load put on the car was too much for it to handle. With a calculated shot, her cock aimed directly at Dani, throwing him into one of the door's with a powerful blast. Bursting outward like it was kicked open, the driver's-side door flew off its hinges, landing several feet away on the lawn. Cum spilled from the newly-formed opening, Dani sliding out with it. His wife's semen poured out of the car like an overflowing sink, creating a river down the driveway. More and more gaps were created as the hunk of metal buckled under the liquid onslaught, aided by the massive futanari squeezing it and crushing it, the throes of her orgasm causing her muscles to tighten. Her orgasm wasn't even close to finished, spewing rapidly, she herself not bothered in the slightest that her choice of pocket pussy was once an expensive vehicle.

Panting and grasping for any air he could breathe in, Dani lay spread-eagle across the soaked concrete. Vision returning slowly, he looked around, sitting up as he did, unsticking himself for the gluey essence. Immediately taking in the sight of his wife fucking what could only be called a ball of off-white steel, he watched her continue to climax and plow her enormous fuckstick upward, her forearms and biceps flexing insanely as she contorted the car to better fit her cock. Her quads were like hunks of steel themselves, visibly throbbing at the amount of strength she used to completely destroy his precious vehicle. As he studied her, he quickly noticed that her eyes were closed and her teeth grit, too focused to realize he wasn't inside her sex toy anymore. Copious amounts of cum still rained down around him, but he was otherwise safe from what was potentially the most humiliating end in human history!

Senses coming back in full force, the weak man realized that now was his chance to escape, but where could he go? He was exhausted, soaked in sperm, with no means of transportation - his chances didn't exactly look good . But there was something he could do, something he had been good at his whole life: hiding! If he could make it into the house, he could find someplace to stash away, and maybe then Amanda would give up on him, at least for today. Worst case scenario was that if she did realize he was in the house, he could go through the backdoor and into a neighbor's yard, like he planned earlier. It was perfect and Amanda was none-the-wiser to his scheming!

Standing on wobbling legs, Dani moved as quickly and as quietly as he could around Amanda, trying to now draw any attention to himself. He gave her a wide berth, shimmying as far off to the side as he could, and slipped into the garage. Practically tiptoeing in soaked-shoes, Dani made it to the door without issue. Opening it slowly, wincing as it creaked, he entered his abode. Giving one last glance at his wife, he, in swift succession, hit the button on the wall that started to close the garage, and closed the door at the same time. Locking it behind him, he scurried into the house, trying to, as fast as his brain could come up with, figure out the place he could conceal himself away from that monster; he was running now, checking room after room, counting the seconds in his mind. The sounds of his wife roaring and deforming his Porsche still echoed in his ears as he found the spot to bunker down in.

Unbeknownst to him, Amanda had seen his attempt at finding a safe-haven.

Chapter 10: The Final Confrontation and Aftermath

Summary:

Amanda takes her destruction to the rest of the house and gives Dani a piece of her mind the epilogue

Notes:

The final part. Amanda finds Dani and confronts him, and then the conclusion. Hopefully those who stuck around and read the whole thing enjoyed it!

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An important note that I am going to keep reiterating: this is the meanest, most brutal story that I've written. Its like a darker version of An Agreement Gone Wrong. This is a warning - there is no happy ending, deep introspection, or characters coming to terms with their flaws. Just a heads up on what to expect, because it only gets darker the more you read.

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Even while using her inhuman brawn to turn the Porsche into a steely-condom, her massive fingers crushing every part of it down around her member, Amanda saw Dani's every action; hell, she could hear him as he moved around her. His whole body dripped and splattered with her cum while he ran. His feet plopped loudly across the concrete, leaving a clear trail of white footprints following behind him. His closing of the door was noticeable as well, the hinges always creaky unless she took care of it, something she hadn't done in months. Like everything he tried to do, his intentions were obvious, his plans practically laid out in writing for her to read - Amanda didn't care that he had tried to escape again, though, knowing that sooner than later, she would find him.

Not wanting to interrupt her orgasm, Amanda continued to fuck into the remnants of the once-expensive pile of metal and machinery until she was done. There was no room left in it for her cum, her cockhead already poking out of one end of it - so her cum sprayed wildly across the driveway, the street and the front lawn. A river was formed, one that was being sucked up in the storm drains when it wasn't battering against cars parked in its path. It took several more minutes for her tsunami to subside, and when it did, she tossed her metallic onahole to the side, having left it fit for nothing but the scrap heap. Sighing with contentment, Amanda turned around and viewed the closed garage door, her cock still hard of course, every muscle that laced her divine form pumped like she had been working out for days; well, it was time to find her husband! A wicked smile touched her face as she walked straight through the barrier, her enormous pecs smashing it down, bursting out onto the other side like the Kool-Aid Man.

Breathing stifled as best he could, Dani hugged his knees as he listened for the sound of his wife's heavy footsteps. The place he'd picked was under the sink, cramped amongst pipes and cleaning chemicals, curled into a ball in order to fit; if there was a time his small stature was a blessing, it was now! Several loud bangs reached his ears, followed by the brutal shattering of wood - she was inside. Though they were distant and muted, he could hear Amanda stomping around the house, and what sounded like her knocking things over wildly. She was on the warpath. Dani squeezed his lips together, trying not to let the whimper that begged to be released out. Closing his eyes, he did his best to pay rapt attention to his wife's movements.

"Dani!" she began calling out to him, "Come ouuuuut. I know you're around here soooomewhere!"

Amanda had to hold back her cruel laughter as she yelled in a sing-song voice. Her monstrous hand gripped the doorknob to the bathroom, the first room she had come across, and tore it from its place. Though the door began to drift open on its own, she still took a moment to grab the painted wood, fingers piercing through it. Without any outward signs of exertion, she ripped it off its hinges and threw it across the hallway, letting it slam into the far wall. Walking through the now-vacant doorway, her bulky shoulders cracking the frame as she moved through it, she entered the small guest lavatory. The shower curtain was open, indicating Dani wasn't there, so Amanda kicked at the only other place he could be, the cabinet under the sink; her face-sized foot went straight through, particles of obliterated wood flying out around her. Not feeling anything with her calloused toes, Amanda flexed her whole arms, the arteries popping out across it, its enormous girth growing more terrible, and hammered it through the top of the sink.

Nope, he definitely wasn't there either!

"I'm gonnnnna find you my little cum dumpster! You can't hide forever!"

Stepping back out of the bathroom, the sides of her bulk smashing the frame further, Amanda looked at the ground and shook her head; he hadn't even bothered to wipe off his shoes! A clear, cum-strewn path led straight to him, his small shoe-prints outlined in her essence. Amanda took a step forward, then thought better of it - this would be all the sweeter if she managed to instill even more fear into him! Turning around, the scorned futanari moved in the opposite direction, ready to continue her path of destruction through the rest of the home. It didn't matter to her what happened to it because Dani had never put her on the mortgage! Another one of Dani's ideas that she had gone along with when she trusted him, though she now knew that it was probably to fuck her over in the long run. Coming to one of the guest bedrooms, Amanda twisted her body, and shoulder-charged through the door.

It was decimated like everything else that came into contact with her. Amanda walked through the remnants of the entryway covered in splintered wood, and then went to work destroying the rest of the room. She hugged the full-sized bed in her arms, and squeezed it between her biceps, not actually moving her arms, just flexing them instead. The frame contorted around her giant muscles, pushed closer and closer together, until the whole thing snapped in half. Placing her foot on the dresser next, she split it in half with a simple downward motion, the giant slab of hardened flesh that was her calf tearing through it like wrapping paper. Lifting the nightstand, she crunched it between her fists, shattered the window next to it by accident just by bumping into it with her lats, and even ruined a bookshelf by slamming her pecs against it, the whole thing folding in half from her massive bulk.

She continued to go room by room and repeat these devastating actions.

"Where are yooooouuu!? The longer you hide the angrier I get!"

Shuddering, Dani continued to hide, unmoving. It would all be over soon! Amanda's little pea-brain could never have the patience it would take to find him. She would tire herself out, get frustrated and leave - then he would be able to go! If Dani could just hold out for a bit longer, he would make it. It was hard, admittedly, his wife's threats and taunts constantly ringing in his brain, every new crash and crack striking another chord of fear through him, but he would persist. And fuck her anyway! This would be the one time he wouldn't lose! Wits and perseverance would win against brawn and anger, that much he knew. Another very loud slam caused him to jump slightly and bang his head on the bottom of the sink. Shit!

"There aren't many places left cuck! Soon I'll have you in my grasp and then you'll find out what happens when you betray me!"

Amanda was getting bored. She had already ruined all the bathrooms, most of the bedrooms, and even the laundry room, punching through the expensive-equipment with her mighty fists until they had been dented into nothingness; there were other places she could go, but it was time to move on. Thudding towards the kitchen, the futa lazily continued to destroy things in her path. Her foot purposefully raised high to go straight through a decorative bench, cracking the tile under it. Leaving a trail of holes in the drywall as she went, both from her outstretching her hands to puncture the structural integrity, and just with her massive form incidentally, Amanda closed in on her target. Making sure to stomp several times so that Dani knew without a doubt where she was, the futa entered the kitchen.

"Where oh where could you be, bitch?" Amanda bellowed, moving to a random cabinet her husband's footprints didn't lead to, "Once I find you, you'll learn what real anger is!"

Posing with her arms above her head, relishing in her own insane strength, letting every shredded cord of muscle extend from her body, Amanda laid her eyes on the place she had first found out about Dani's infidelity: the counter. Growling at the unpleasant memory, she grabbed the sides of the counter and began to pull at it. Making sure her meaty paws were tearing at the base of it as well, she started to yank it up from the floor; it slowly came detached, bits of marble and wood coming off in pieces and littering the ground beneath it. With a ferocious roar, Amanda wrenched the entire thing upward, her abs popping out, her biceps growing stupendously until they pressed into her traps, and spun around. The counter scraped against the ceiling, spraying more debris around, and then was chucked towards the window.

Glass exploded into the front yard, along with the remnants of the counter top.

Holy shit!

Dani didn't know what the fuck was going on! Amanda was right outside the kitchen sink, that much he had figured out - but what in the hell was all that ruckus she was making!? Was she planning on tearing down the entire house? The bang that came from right above him almost made him scream, the noise equivalent to a bomb going off right in his ear. Holding back more whimpers, Dani closed his eyes and tried to reassure himself that everything was going according to plan. Amanda would never think to look under here, she wouldn't! How could she ever imagine that this is where he would hide? If his body wasn't so tense, he would have pissed himself, his bladder just barely holding out as cacophonic terror billowed out around him.

"I know you're around her somewhere you little worm!" Dani could hear Amanda smash through another set of cabinets, "And I can't wait to get my fucking hands on you!"

She still wasn't quite done tormenting him yet. Raising a giant hand, Amanda grabbed onto a set of cabinets attached to the wall, and began putting pressure onto their roof. Increasing the amount little by little, the wooden-storage container slowly bent inward, trembling under her strength; when it looked like it was about to crack, she forced her mitt down, sending the whole thing crashing into the floor beneath it, plates and glasses shattering around her like the window she had just destroyed. Moving to the next set, the angry futa tore the dish-receptacle off the wall instead, tossing it behind her, not bothering to look at the explosion of ceramic and screws like the main character in an action movie. Fists went into countertops, a bulging, bulbous knee into the dishwasher, her shoulder even knocking the door off the pantry just by grazing it - it took only a few moments for nearly everything to be destroyed.

Everything but the kitchen sink.

"Last chance to come out you little worm," Amanda planted herself right in front of said-sink, her arms crossed over her barrel-like chest, "if you surrender now, I might go easy on you!"

Fat chance! Dani knew she was bluffing, that she had just run out of ideas - if she really knew where he was, she would have caught him by now; besides, Dani knew that 'easy' still meant a world of hurt, and he wasn't willing to take that risk. He was just minutes away from ultimate freedom and as soon as he heard her leave, he would beeline for the backdoor to escape this Hell she had put him through. This confidence was helping him to hold out and not give into his monkey-brain instincts to just bolt into the open! Right as he started to give an arrogant smile to the monster who couldn't see it, an audible creaking and groaning rang out above him. Confused, Dani looked up; what the fuck was she doing now?

His question was answered only seconds later, when the loud bang of… something on metal reverberated in his ears; this didn't aid in his bewilderment, and he continued to stare at the space above him. The banging repeated for several moments, before the bottom of the sink suddenly came down at him. With a muffled yelp, Dani recoiled, falling back into the bottles and pipes around him. His look turned into one of horror, as he recognized that the indention, even in the dark, was made by the same thing that had stopped him from opening the door in his Porsche: his wife's cock. There was a perfect imprint of her glans in the steel, like someone had been making a mold of it for the world's biggest dildo. Amanda was trying to fuck through the sink to get to him!

It was all clear now. His wife had hopped onto the counter in order to get a proper angle to fuck through it and reach him! The booms increased in intensity and she plowed the dish-washing area harder and harder. Dani could hear what was undoubtedly those ugly, oversized things she called testicles bound off the counter over and over again in time with her thrusts. Fear was once more coursing through him, now filled with the dreadful thought that the entire counter and Amanda could come crashing down on him at any moment. The entire set of cabinets rattled and clanged, everything around Dani shaking. It took a moment to realize it, but now might have been the perfect chance to leave this confinement, knowing his wife always seemed to focus on nothing else. His hand reached for the wooden door, about to push it open and reach free–

Blocked again.

His fingers were knocked out of the way by Amanda's titanic shaft rocketing down towards him. The giant organ obliterated the metal holding it back and went straight down until it was stopped by the bottom of the cabinet. Her cock took up so much space that Dani couldn't not touch it, his curled knees pressed against the side of her throbbing beast. At the same time she had finally pierced into his sanctum her massive scrotum slammed into the cabinet doors, bashing large holes into them, letting bits of light into the confined space. Not given a chance to formulate a new plan, Dani was paralyzed further by a similar sound coming from above him, this new outline an indentation in the shape of his wife's fist. He was fucked , something he had finally accepted.

"Have you accepted your fate yet, dipshit?" Amanda asked from above him, seemingly reading his thoughts like she had been so often recently, still punching and fucking into the sink, "Or do you still think you can outsmart me?"

Scowling, her features crazed, Amanda finished beating through the sink with her fist, exposing Dani's mop of brown hair. Reaching through the freshly-made hole, she palmed the top of his head, drawing a screech from his lips. She could just barely see him struggle and kick, her football-sized forearm plugging most of the gap, and she applied some of her strength to his noggin, forcing him to stop. Holding him still, she continued to plow her cock through the metal and into the sink below her, her cum factories bullying the cabinet doors; they quickly shattered completely, allowing her wrecking balls to take their place, creating a new obstacle her husband would never be able to get through.

Maneuvering her husband by his head, Amanda pressed him into her shaft, mashing his face against the engorged veins and tubes that coated its surface. Turning her body, dealing with the small amount of counter space she had, she fucked her cock at different angles, bashing the numerous items around Dani; several times she hit the pipes, creating dents across their surface. She slid her slimy serpent across Dani's body and countenance, making sure he knew how much it dwarfed him and what it could do to him if she so chose! More cracks appeared in the counter, sink, and cabinet, both from her violent fucking and from the incredible amounts of weigh she put on it - again, marble and wood started to give out under her. The structural integrity wasn't aided by the movement of her monstrosity, which made bigger and bigger holes in the sink.

The only thing that kept Dani from howling in defeat was the fear that opening his mouth would allow some of his wife's cock into it. Instead he just writhed and lashed out with his limbs, even if it did him no good. His fists and feet bounced off of Amanda's arm and dick like they were ping-pong balls against a brick wall, not even drawing a reaction or pained outburst from the giantess. His attempts were fruitless, and only served to tire him out more, adding onto the exhaustion he already felt from the day's events and the time he had to stay awake while Amanda sent him videos and pictures of her conquests. Now he was truly at her mercy, finally, literally , in the palm of her hand to do what she would with.

"This is a little taste of what I'm going to do to you soon Dani! Hope you've got your will written!"

Then she started to speed up her sexual destruction. Really putting her hips into, she fucked this part of the kitchen brutally, practically bouncing up and down on the balls of her massive feet as she did. Dani's whole body vibrated in her fingers, his existence rocked up and down from the force of her pistoning. Balls rocking back and forth as well, the entire section of the counter shuddered, the stresses and fractures in it becoming more and more prominent. Her cock had once again begun to leak, having held it back while she demolished the rest of the house, and her milky seed began to fill the space Dani and her cock occupied. The marble below her collapsed more and more, her toes sinking into the hard material.

Only moments later the entire thing gave out.

Amanda crashed down through the counter, wood and stone shattering under her. Dani was saved only by her tremendous body overshadowing his, most of the ruined sink and counter falling around him. The sink was still stuck on her cock, and she continued to fuck it and fuck at her husband like nothing had changed. During her fall, the pipes were twisted and malformed just from being touched by her hardened, muscle figure, and water immediately sprayed out, drenching the both of them in cold liquid. The torrent washed the oil and gunk that had stuck to Amanda's body, giving her an erotic sheen, highlighting every ridge and curve of her musculature; Dani didn't find it quite as pleasant, now shivering from the lowered temperature in addition to the terror that occupied his mind.

As she did so often these days, Amanda let out a bestial bellow. Her free hand went to her shaft and began to stroke it rapidly, no longer having anything to stimulate her cock enough. Orgasm soon to come, she continued to spray gouts of precum that rained down across the kitchen, no longer kept in check. She still pressed Dani against her cock, now on the underside of it, letting him feel every salvo of seed that bulged her distended urethra; he was attached to the savage implement, his limbs rubbing against her gurgling seed-sacks. Amanda spun around as she jerked herself and mated with another loose hunk of metal, letting the entire room get coated by her pre-seed - soon it would be her real seed, and then she could move on to the grand finale!

Prolongment of self-pleasure unneeded, Amanda let her climax wash over herself. Cum slit gaping, she blasted semen straight across the kitchen. The initial stream went wide, landing in the center of the living room several yards away. Pointing her cock downward, still not letting Dani free of its mass, she painted the area she had torn the initial counter off, washing away any memory of what had occurred there. Turning again and again, Amanda continued to soak all of the wrecked areas, replacing the areas upholstery had been previously present with her thick, ever-brewing essence. The ceiling, floors, and walls were all covered, and that included the still-standing fridge and the stove. Particles of wood and glass were washed out of the kitchen, floating away into other parts of the house in huge rivulets of milky, cloudy liquid.

Grabbing a fistful of Dani's hair, she tossed him into the center of the kitchen.

"Here's a taste cuck - I know you've always wanted to drink my cum!"

Sprawled across the floor, Dani was drenched in endless ejaculate. There wasn't a single moment to shield himself as the torrent cascaded over his body, gluing his limbs and head to the cracked and broken tile under him. Amanda laughed louder and louder as she hosed him down, jiggling her cock with both hands, whipping at him with lashes of pearly-white sludge. He choked and gurgled around the invading slime, unable to keep the gallons of progeny out of his mouth; even when he managed to raise an arm, it was instantly blasted back to the ground with a well-aimed shot, his wife making sure that there was no question about what was happening. If Dani was gonna act like a bitch, she would treat him like one!

It felt like an eternity had passed to Dani before his wife's orgasm finally died down. The tears that constantly ran down his face once more were completely hidden under the virile gunk covering his countenance, and his sob-induced hiccups were muffled by the cum spilling between his teeth, Every salvo, every punch of sperm she had sent at him felt like he was taking a hit from a professional boxer, and he was sure his body would be bruised after all of this - if there was an after. There was one benefit, and that was that his ears had become so clogged with the white liquid he couldn't really hear Amanda's laughing anymore. Splayed out, Dani waited for the monster he was married to make her next move, knowing it was only going to get worse from here.

Giving a big stretch and loosening her muscles a bit, Amanda admired the wreckage. Everything had been marked by her in this house one way or another, either from her fists, her cock, or her cum. The pipes behind her no longer sprayed water, her sperm clogging the tears and openings she had made in them. What few cabinets were left were barely holding on, hanging by their corners, cracked and broken. She was standing in an inch-thick pond of her own sexual refuse as well, one that stretched from the kitchen to the cum-stained couch in the living room. It was perfect. Grimacing as she stared at her limp, piece of shit husband, she decided quickly on her next move.

Bending down, she reached out and lifted the refrigerator next to her like it weighed nothing, the cords ripping from the wall, the doors kept closed by her shoulder muscles that would put Everest to shame. Slinging it over her shoulder, she carried it like a stack of lumber she would at work, and walked forward, massive feet splashing through all the cum. She grabbed Dani as she marched out of the kitchen, heaving him up by his soaked shirt and tossing him over her other shoulder. Her course of action picked, she stomped towards the bedroom – their bedroom – letting the fridge bash into walls and pictures as she went. Nudging the door open, careful not to break it again , she entered the relatively untouched room.

First thing first, she chucked Dani onto the bed, which still sat undestroyed against a far wall. Turning around, Amanda closed the door and set the fridge down in front of it, blocking the exit. While Dani recovered, or at least that's what she figured he was doing, she walked around and made new barriers around the windows and bathroom, closing them both in: a dresser was scooted in front of the entry to the master bath, a desk flipped so it was covering a window, nightstands stacked on top of each other against another window. It was like she was setting up an arena, a stage for the ultimate showdown before she confronted him once and for all, the couples Ragnarok.

Studying her husband, Amanda realized he probably couldn't see or hear what she was doing. Reluctantly, she grabbed a blanket from the floor and began to wipe at his face, clearing the semen from his eyes, mouth and nose; she even took the time to free his ears of the virile, goopy blockage, almost… almost feeling tender with him for a moment. But that dissipated as soon as he looked into her eyes. Hate. Fear. Disgust. They were all the things he was feeling, and his expression made it obvious. He couldn't stand her and she knew it, and he wanted to make sure that she did. Holding back her rage for just a bit longer, she turned around, tossing the sheet to the side and steadied herself.

"Look at me, Dani," she craned her neck over her shoulder, "I want to talk to you."

Sitting up and trying to wipe the still-not-dried cum from his body, Dani did just that. He didn't so much look at her as he glared . Every part of her made him angry. Her long brown hair, lustrous and elegant. Her chiseled rear, each cheek sculpted to such perfection that Michelangelo couldn't have done a better job. The way her skin looked soft and tough at the same time, an incredible contrast that added to her allure. All of these things belonged on a much more refined, feminine woman, like Laura or Janice - not this fucking monster! Her hideous muscles and horrible package ruined what could have been a gorgeous person, her naturally beautiful features wasted on her hulking form. Dani had always despised those parts of her!

"What," he took a moment to spit out some cum that had lodged itself in his gums, "the fuck is there to talk about anymore!?"

"About us."

Amanda turned to look at him, her arms crossed over her chest defensively.

"What happened to you Dani?" her features softened, her voice growing low, "You used to be such a cute, sweet, nerdy guy. Remember when we met, when I bumped into you at the college library? You got all red-faced and started to stutter as I helped you up. I remember seeing you blush as you admired me, and I couldn't help but ask you out right then and there. You seemed too happy and excited to accept, and you were so nice when we went out to dinner, pulling out my chair and everything. That's why I was attracted to you in the first place. You were such a gentleman - my little gentleman…"

She paused and took a deep breath.

…"was it all an act? And if it was, I don't understand why you kept it up for so long. I let you fuck me whenever you want, I hid my penis when we went out, and never asked to use it on you after you said you didn't want to. I made sacrifices for you. And then you proposed and it was supposed to be happily ever after for us. What changed? Why get married if you were just gonna cheat and lie? I know I don't wear the wedding ring you got me cause my fingers were too big for even a resizing to fit them, but I always kept it close. And you… you always 'forgot' to wear yours around. Even on date nights. I just don't understand. I had always been so faithful, so caring."

Amanda took a step forward.

"I don't know why or when you changed, but I can't believe I didn't see it sooner…" she trailed off for a moment, eyes darting to the side, "You know, I would have been willing to take you back, to forgive you if your cheating with Tiffany had been a one-time thing. Fix things. Maybe go to a couple's counselor and work on our relationship. Made things better for both of us. But no. It turns out you were the biggest scumbag in the world. A lying, stealing, cheating, manipulative prick, who only cared about himself. I can't believe I ever loved you."

Dani hopped off the bed and stood up, trying to meet her stance, even if his head didn't go past her breasts.

"Taking me back? Fix things? Love?" Dani laughed in her face, squaring his shoulders, "I'm finally free! No more dealing with you and that, that thing . You must be crazy to think I'd ever go back to that."

He scoffed as he pointed at her still-hard member, a last act of defiance in the face of defeat.

"Take me back!?" he repeated, his face red with anger, his limbs shaking, "You must be fucking insane, Amanda. As you saw with your own two eyes, women love me! I don't need you, I never needed you! I was doing fine all on my own!"

His speech was increasing in volume.

"And I didn't change, I just saw the light! Saw that I had been tricked into staying with a hideous monster that couldn't make me happy! If I didn't want to chance lose my money, I would have divorced you years ago, and I fuckin' should've! Anything would have been better than being with you. Now I know what a fucking demon you are anyway, that you would go so far out of your way to ruin my life! You're fucking crazy!"

He spat at her, a dollop of saliva hitting her foot.

"Delusional bitch…"

The final string of mercy in Amanda's brain snapped, so suddenly it was almost audible, the last of her self-imposed resistance. Her hands balled into fists and fell to her waist as she looked from Dani, down to her disrespected foot, and then back up to him. Eyes going wide, mouth contorting into a fierce snarl, nostrils flaring, she took another step forward. Dani was knocked back onto the bed by the impact from her massive chest, his features going from challenging to panicked. They both knew he had fucked up - fucked up in the worst way. Shooting her hand out, Amanda grabbed him by his collar and lifted him into the air until their eyes met. Hot breath blew against his features.

"I was never like this before Dani, and you know it," she practically whispered at him, "but you broke my heart, so now? Now I'm going to break you ."

The last thing Dani saw before everything went dark was his wife's enormous fist flying straight at his face…

…

"...said he was hit by a truck…"

"...totaled…"

"...stuck on a telephone pole…"

"...never seen someone still alive…"

"...full reconstruction…"

"...transplant…"

"...wife brought him in…"

"...what a lucky…"

"...paralyzed…"

"...coma…"

…

Dani's eyes slowly opened…

…well, one eye managed to open.

Vision returning little by little, he was immediately greeted by a bright light. Was he in Heaven? Had he actually kicked the bucket? Where were the angels? His mind slowly spun to life as he tried to think back on what happened. Amanda had taken him into the bedroom and then… Oh God! She confronted him and he, he… Dani gasped as his memory began to return, but no sound came out, and he suddenly found that he was unable to move his mouth at all. Or, as he quickly learned, any part of his body. Only his eye seemed to be functioning at all, although he could hear his heart beat in his chest, a shocking new development. Was he alive? Did he manage to survive whatever had happened? What did happen for him to end up in this state?

More blurry splotches exited his vision, and Dani came to realize that it wasn't the tunnel to the afterlife he was seeing, but instead the ceiling of a room; as his mind started to work again, he came to discern his surroundings. A television mounted on the wall across from him, a heap of machinery and plastic bags of fluids at his side, a relatively sterile looking area in general - he was in the hospital! That was it, he was in a hospital recovering! But how did he end up here? The last thing Dani remembered was his wife's hands coming towards him, and then it was all darkness after that. Had he been… been saved somehow? Had Amanda showed him a mercy he didn't deserve?

As he contemplated what could have happened, his ears caught the sounds of talking on the TV.

"...record high birth rates. In the past six months hundreds of women, a number that continues to grow every day, have checked into local hospitals, all heavily pregnant. Their fertility has been said to be off the charts, most of them carrying triplets, if not more, some pregnant with as many as eight fetuses. Doctors are stumped as to what has been causing this, and beds are at capacity, causing hospitals to struggle with other medical emergencies. The CDC has been sent in to test the water and locally-sourced food, although the early test results have shown nothing out of the ordinary. We will keep you updated here at Channel Six as soon as we get new information. Now onto sports…"

Six months!? Had he really been out that long?! What had had happened to him!? He didn't need to wait for the local media to learn the source of all the pregnancies, he knew with his own eyes what had caused them! It was Amanda and her… magnificent rod, the one he had found himself imagining with an unfamiliar sense of appreciation, even if the thought of it still brought him no-small amount of apprehension. As he thought on his changed perspective, albeit not completely changed, Dani regained enough of his sense of self to be able to feel that his body was encased in something. It was something hard, and it was keeping him completely still. He tried to struggle against whatever it was, but found his muscles failing him pretty quickly. Giving up his pointless attempts at freedom, he led his eye scan over what parts of his body he could see.

Jesus Christ!

He was in a full-body cast! At least as far as he could tell, every part of his body, from his head down to his feet was completely covered by the hardened white mold! Dani could even get glimpses of it hovering above his eye and shielding his nose. Every inch of him was wrapped in the stabilizing material - no wonder he couldn't move at all! He took another look at the equipment sitting at his side, and came to discern that it was all life-support equipment: a heart monitor, blood and sustaining fluids, and a bunch of other complex machinery he didn't understand the function of. Had… had this been what Amanda had done to him!? Had she beat him up so badly that he fell into a coma? How had it all come to this? Well, he did deserve anything she did to him – considering how he treated her – so he wouldn't be surprised if he had said or done something to enrage her. Dani continued to wonder in horror and astonishment, trying his best to remember everything, when another noisy interruption broke his train of thoughts.

The sounds were out of place in such an establishment, that was for sure. Normally he'd hear the whir of different devices, the chattering of patients and doctors, and all the other busyness that came with such a frantic location. But none of that was present. It was almost eerily quiet, only the beat of his heartbeat on the ECG monitor and the spiel of a commercial on the television reaching his slightly-blocked ears. And moaning. It was clear as day, but there was erotic, loud moaning coming from near him. It almost sounded like an orgy was occuring around his bed, like a mass of women were being pleasured beyond belief. Dani's eye rolled in his skull wildly as he tried to locate the source of this this sexual cacophony interrupting his newly-awakened state.

That same eye widened as it fell onto the origin of the disturbance.

A place he hadn't looked before, the floor, contained the group of moaning women; the numerous young females were sprawled against the wall, across the tiled ground, and up against his bed. They all looked like nurses, each one wearing scrubs – or at least what remained of the form-shrouding garment – and they were piled over each other. All of the ladies had blissed-out looks on their faces, and their stomachs were bloated like they were overdue for their own pregnancies. Dani could see gaped pussies and assholes, along with a sea of semen flooding the room, no doubt seeping into the hallway out of his line of sight. The same scene played out as far as he could see, every inch of the bottom of the room covered in passed out feminine bodies and cum!

It was a familiar sight, and an equally arousing as terrifying one at that.

The beeping on the machine next to him grew more frantic as Dani realized what this all meant. There was only one person in the entire world that could do this and she was here . His mixed emotions about the whole thing were further confirmed as he heard a loud stomping coming towards him from somewhere outside the room. He tried to wiggle and make any kind of movements or sounds, but was held back by his healing-armor, which also muffled his voice completely. A shaking suddenly rang out next to him, followed by the clicking of a door opening. Eye wincing, he peeked over towards the commotion. Greeted by a long shadow cast over his still form, a single tear welled above his cheek at the object of his deepest desire and dread entered the room.

A smiling face is what he saw first. Framed by long brown hair, similarly-colored eyes stared back at him. On top of the brunette locks was a white cap with a red cross on it, slightly askew from not being attached by any straps. Below his wife's countenance was a stretched, white shirt that was torn in several places, clearly too small for the immense musculature it tried to cover. Bulging bulk showed everywhere. Giant biceps that ripped the sleeves with ease. Massive pecs pushed the buttons on the front of the shirt to their limit, showing slabs of hardened cleavage. A ten-pack of abs, shredded and defined like nothing else in this world that didn't even pretend to be covered by the too-small garment. Below her amazing abdomen, attached to the dual, chiseled hips she possessed was a matching white skirt that looked more like a belt it was so miniscule compared to the rest of her statuesque figure, pushed up in the back by her rounded granite-hard cheeks that looked to belong on a horse and not a human.

Below that, was the thing he once hated more than anything in his life, but now found himself wanting to suck for the first time: that oversized, amazing cock she possessed. His mind still recoiled in terror at the sight of it, suddenly recalling the events that had happened to him; it had felt like only moments ago that it had all occurred, the torment and abuse, even though he now knew it had been over half a year since it all transpired. Dani could feel his mouth, wrapped around a feeding tube, begin to salivate, and he could even perceive his dick beginning to twitch and come to life - or at least he thought he could. With a torn pattern of thought he stared at the beast, half of him petrified by its presence, the other half undeniably aroused at the idea of it being used on him again .

That's right, she had fucked him!

The tool that had taken his anal virginity was currently flaccid, which was a surprise, but still unnaturally huge, and that same ache resonated through his body as he gawked at it. The titanic tip was deep red with recent use, incredible dollops of cum dripping constantly from the gaping piss slit. It hung all the way down past her knees, between her mammoth-sized quads, enormous calves that were like pillars of pure brawn, and her immense, gurgling scrotum that hid her completely bare legs - bare except for a pair of heels that complemented the rest of her costume, shockingly able to contain her face-eclipsing feet. It was Amanda, exactly who he'd expected, dressed in a caricature of a nurse's outfit, clearly bought at some Halloween store and looking as amazing as he'd ever seen her. She stepped through the mass of orgasm-broken bodies until she was at the foot of his bed.

"Hello Dani, it's so good to see you're awake!" she gave him that same manic expression that struck a chord of… something inside of him, "Are you ready for your injection?"

The ECG monitor next to him began to beep erratically as she lifted her cock and moved towards him…