Miss Muscle: the power of the Sirens

By Caliban3000

Suzy Slander was scared. The anonymous E-Mail had summoned her in that abandoned warehouse. “We have something interesting for you...”.-The informant had written. Usually, the journalist would have rejected such a proposition, but she had also received a small envelope...with the golden attire of Miss Muscle!!! With insane curiosity, Suzy had gone to that dirty, stinky place.

Suzy waited on the warehouse during long minutes but, when she was on the point to leave the place, ‘the informant’ appeared. With reluctance, Suzy stared as a huge, 7’ feet, blonde, extremely obese woman, dressed with a thin, tiny black swimsuit, approached to her. Her flaccid flesh, barely covered by the swimsuit, bounced at every step of her.

“Oh my God!!! She is repulsive!!!”.-Thought the evil journalist.-“She seemed a living Pedro Botero´s statue!!! What a freak!!!”.

“You have finally come, miss Slander....”.-Said the enormous woman, with a smile on her rounded cherub face.

“I became curious...”.-Said Slander, trying to hide the repulsion that the titanic woman produced on her.-“You said that you have defeated Miss Muscle...”.-Declared ironically the journalist, staring with scorn the fatty body of that woman. She hated Miss Muscle, but she was muscular and powerful. It was impossible that such an obese freak could have beaten her!!!

“You have the evidence, miss Slander...you have her golden bikini...But I suppose you need to hear the story about how the sirens have beaten the mightiest heroine of Alpha City...

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We startled when she appeared, breaking the roof over our heads. A rain of brash and dust covered our dear lair. Among the dust, a goddess barely dressed in gold appeared in front of us, perfectly muscular, voluptuous, powerful, clean…Miss Muscle had found us. The amazing superheroine was really tall, a mountain of chiselled, rippling, perfectly defined muscles of 7’ tall, barely dressed with a thing V-shape golden attire, barely able to cover her 100XX boobs or her crotch. A long, platinum blonde mane fell over from her swollen, rounded shoulders as a golden cascade to her firm, carved buttocks.

Plenty of self-confidence, the Maiden of Muscle placed her hands over her chiselled waist, taking her famous power pose. During a second, that voluptuous titaness looked us but, immediately, ignoring us with a look of scorn on his masked sapphire eyes the empress of muscle began to scan the rest of the cellar. The golden super cow didn’t consider us her foes. For her, for the iconic image of a perfect woman, we were only a bunch of overweighed women dressed in black bikinis, showing her our disgusting flaws.

The Blonde Goddess was frustrated. She was unable to find the terrible gang leaders that had taking over the other gangs on Delta City in less than one month. Enraged, she turned to us, and, with her deep voice, tensing her massive musculature, pushing forward her unnatural, oversized orbs, she yelled us.

-“I am Miss Muscle. I am looking for the Super-Gang members. Do you know where I can find them?. I am sure you know something about them....”.-Asked us arrogantly that voluptuous mountain of muscles.

We stared her, feeling a growing lust, stirring our massive flaccid flesh under our sheer, tiny bikinis. We desired eagerly any square inch of that perfectly defined flesh. She could see that on our faces.

-“Have you heard me??? I am looking for the Super-Gang?”.-Yelled us the golden amazon with fury, staring us with growing loathing our non-perfect bodies.

Then, we stood up of our reinforced chairs, which cracked loudly of ease. We aren’t overweighed women…we are extremely overweighed women. We are really mountains of greasy flesh of almost 6’9’’ and 700 lb. We moved slowly, clumsily to her, using our unattractive, fat physique as a deception to her. Somehow, that muscular voluptuousness was on the point to receive a surprise, an ugly surprise.

Slowly, bouncing unchastely our enormous layers of fat, we surrounded the blonde goddess of muscle. The confident golden titaness crossed her thick, muscular arms under her massive, firmly rounded breasts, and smiled us with confidence.

-“Do you really think you can attack me and prevail, ‘women’? You are barely able to walk. You aren’t rival for me, one by one or all together at the same time. Surrender and tell me where are Super-Gang leaders...or…”.-The golden super cow yelled us with a smile of scorn on her fleshy lips, tensing even more her amazing musculature, till thick vein began to flourish and throb under her satin, tanned skin.

That ‘perfect’ woman was trying to insult us with her arrogant attitude. The powerful goddess of muscle was muscular, perfect, attractive…and she was showing us this fact, whereas we were ugly mountains of undefined meat, unattractive for everybody. But we were on the point to teach him an unforgettable lesson…She was on the point to discover the real meaning of power.

Then, our sister Naomi, our obese African member, declared with her amazing, pure voice, Goddess-Empress of the most ancient tribe on Earth.

-“We are the Super-Gang. You have found us…”

We realized as her short sentence had whipped her as a whip, and her confident smile was rubbed of her masked, beauty face. Her face turned into a mask of surprise and incredulity. Miss Muscle noticed that maybe, she had made a mistake, but she was unable to know what kind of mistake was….by the moment.

There was a look of restlessness on her sapphire eyes when the golden amazon took a offensive pose, ready to beat us by pure brute force…but all her strength would be useless against us, the overweighed women.

-“Do you really want to punch a defenceless, fat and weak women?”.-Purred our sister Minka, with her Asian accent, twice bigger than the biggest sumo of all times.

We enjoyed with the look of confusion on her golden masked eyes when her words hit her mind. All those hyper defined, swollen muscles began to relax. His power pose was melting eventually… as her will.

-“Well….I….you…what…no…why..”.-Muttered the blonde maiden of muscle, feeling as a fog of indecision fell over her mind, confusing her thoughts.

-“Do you really want to punch a defenceless, fat and weak women?”.-All of us chanted with our seductive, sweet voices at unison.

Miss Muscle covered her face with her huge right hand, shaking her blonde head, confused, one side to another, in a vain attempt to destroy the cobwebs of her mind…in vain. We felt as her unbreakable will was beginning to collapse. The voluptuous goddess of muscle was strong…but we were stronger that her.

One time and another, our suggestible voices hit her mind as nukes, drilling her resistance, draining her will, weakening her mind and body: -“Do you really want to punch a defenceless, fat and weak women?....Do you really want to punch a defenceless, fat and weak women?...Do you really want to punch a defenceless, fat and weak women?....”.-We repeated one time and another, till Finally, her thick, muscular arms fell powerless along her massive, muscular body. Her head fell into her deep cleavage and, with a whisper, Miss Muscle spoke again.

-“I….well…I…don’t….want….punch…..you…I mean...I...”

Her deep voice had loose his determination, although we still noticed that he was fighting against us…by the moment. Her tanned skin covered in sweat and, one more time, the maiden of muscle shook her blonde head, trying to clear up her obfuscated mind.

We approached a few steps to him. The voluptuous blonde titaness was stunned, unable to make anything to escape or avoid us. Then, we attacked.

We knew the weak point of Miss Muscle…In fact we knew the weak point of every men and women of the planet, really. Sex and erotism. All men and women, even those they caleed themselves super men or super women, can be conquered and subjugated if you excited their libido.

We aren’t top-model, our physique isn’t accepted and tolerate by society…but our voices are irresistible, sweet, mesmerising. Our trained voices give us an overwhelming power over every man and woman on earth…and Miss Muscle wouldn´t be an exception.

-“Are you alone, Miss Muscle?....Do you want sex?....Do you want to caress all of us?....Suck all our pussies?...Breast smother embraces?....”

We repeated one time and another all the secret desires and sexual perversions for a female mind in a storm of silk voices. The empress of muscle tried to resist us. She grabbed her temples, shaking her head in desperation. Somehow, in was a matter of time. Though her mind was still fighting us, her body was beginning to tremble in pleasure.

As sharks, we walked around her, caressing and grazing slightly her perfect body with our fingers. We slid our hands gently, seductively over her swollen shoulders, her rounded breasts, her large nipples, her rippling abds, her chiselled groins, her developed back, her firm buttocks...Gently, softly, our hands were complementing the job of our voices, that kept hitting her mind, looking for a breach on her will.

“Do you like women?...Do you like men....Do you like muscular men...”.-We sounded, till finally, we found the crack.-“Are you married?....”.

A long moan escaped from her throat. Indeed, she was married. Now, deep in her mind, every caress that her magnificent body felt, every touch over her erogenous areas, were made by her beloved husband, not by us.

We are not ordinary women. We have been walking around the world during centuries. Since ancient times, we were the supreme goddess of sex, erotism and fertility. We were the kind of women desired by all men along the centuries, voluptuous, fleshy. Times changed. Now, men and women looked for perfect partners. Somehow, our power haven´t decreased, our lecherous haven´t decreased...as Miss Muscle was discovering now.

With rejoice, we saw as her large nipples grew and grew under the sheer golden fabric of her tiny bikini, while trails of cum began to slide down along her chiselled groins.-“Ooohhhh....Aaaahhhh...Peter...Peter....Oooooohhhhh....Oooohhhh....Aaaahhh.”.-Panted the woman, horny as hell, confessing the name of her husband.

Her masked sapphire eyes fluttered, while her hands began to make our job. With sensuality, her hands showed us how the hands of her man caressed her physique. Placing her hands on her titanic udders, the maiden of muscle cupped them, caressing her stiffened, engorged nipples with her thumbs. Then, her hands slid down along her rippling, carved eight pack till her moist groins, beginning to finger herself her womanhood.

The mighty goddess of muscle was ours now. We felt as her power decreased second by second as her libido grew and grew.

“Oh, make me love...make love....fuck me...fuck me...”.-We said with sensuality, altering our voice to imitate a man...her man.

Miss Muscle turned around herself, confused and dizzy, horny as Hell. Her muscular body twisted and twitched, jerked by waves of pleasure from her body and mind. Meanwhile, we approached more and more, inch by inch, caressing her soft, silky, tanned skin, adding more and more pleasure to the excited heroine.

One of us is able to lead a crowd of men to an explosive climax only with our voice, releasing of their minds their hidden, ancient desires about us, the obese, overweighed women. And Miss Muscle is only one female mind…and she is surrounded by three of us…

Her sapphire eyes rolled back on her head, moaning louder and louder, screaming the name of her husband. Her left hand increased the rhythm of her masturbation, while her right one squeezed eagerly her dripping nipples, milking them of her golden fluids.

“Feel my lips on your crotch….feel my hands in your teats….take my cock....make me a blowjob....”.-We said, sounding again her sexual preferences. And, again, we found it. Her mouth began to open and close rhythmically, licking and sucking “the dick” of her husband.

Trapped in an overwhelming ecstasy, the powerful legs of the Maiden of Muscle began to tremble, unable to hold the 550 lbs of pure muscle of her massive physique and finally, the golden goddess fell in knees in front of us, howling to the ceiling in a scorching ecstasy.

The blonde titaness was finished. Her heaves and pants of pleasure became louder and louder, faster and faster. Trails of golden milk slid down along her curvaceous, titanic orbs of flesh, cum felt from her moist crotch making a puddle of it under her chiselled groins.

“Yess....oohhh...aaahhhh....uuuuhhhh”.-Our voices, plenty of lust mixed with her own screams of bliss, increasing her ecstasy, more and more till finally, the heroine exploded in a wild climax. As an animal, the blonde, muscular voluptuousness howled in a overwhelming pleasure while her inner juices slid down along her perfectly defined body...draining her mighty power.

During long minutes, the greatest heroine of Delta City, kneeled in front of us, sweating profusely, got her orgasm helped, held by our own screams of ecstasy. In fact, we held her climax during ten minutes, expecting to drain every atom of her golden energy, leaving her body and mind totally defenceless to us.

Finally, the golden goddess fell on her fours totally spent. But her developed but weakened arms were unable to hold her weight. In seconds, the Maiden of Muscle fell to the ground with her breasts first over a puddle of her own inner juices, panting and heaving of pleasure, unable to move an inch of her massive, muscular body.

Minka then grabbed a large handful of her platinum blonde mane and easily, lifted her massive, stained body in front of us. Weakened, the marvellous super woman was unable to get on her bare feet in front of us.

Somehow, we stared with rejoice the grim of incredulity on her masked eyes. The veteran heroine was unable to understand how she, the most perfect woman on Earth, had been so easily tamed by those grotesquely fat women.

“You are defeated...you are a loser...you are defeated...”.-Chorused at unison, beating one more time her scorched mind, disintegrating her weakened will. In seconds, her voice joined to us...”I am a loser...I am a loser...”.-Muttered pathetically that icon of power called Miss Muscle. A minute later, her masked, blurred sapphire eyes covered in tears of shame and impotence.

Minka released her grip and the beaten golden amazon fell in knees in front of us. Surrounded by us, three grotesquely obese but powerful mountains of fat, the magnificent mountain of muscles and breasts called Miss Muscle trembled in fear and panic.

“I...I surrender to you.....I...I will forget....your business...I...I...beg...your mercy...please...please...”.-Muttered the heroine, begging for mercy.

“There is no mercy for you...”.-Roared Naomi, tearing apart her golden attire, nuding abruptly the barely dressed body of the voluptuous amazon. The goddess of muscle screeched in pain, and, chastely, tried to cover her enormous cantaloupes and her moist vagina with her arms and hands.-“Mercy...please...mercy...”.-Sobbed pathetically that muscular titaness in front of us.

“You insulted us...you humbled us because we weren´t perfect enough. We were fat and disgusting for your eyes...you thought we were clumsy and stupid and weak...You were arrogant, prepotency....It´s time you pay for that....”.-Roared Naomi, grabbing her swollen shoulders with her Nubian hands, lifting her again as a feather.

The brave Miss Muscle was scared about her final, ignominious fate that we had prepared for her. Roaring with a sinister laughter, Naomi shook her as a puppet and then, our ebony sister pushed her far from her...directly to the hands of Minka. Our asian sister, using her large hands, hit her exposed, firmly rounded breasts, deforming those titanic orbs of flesh. Howling of agony, the golden mountain of muscle staggered back till the massive body of Chelsea, which, using her ample, obese body pushed her to Naomi with force.

Then, during long minutes, we played with her, pushing the almighty heroine one side to another with our grotesquely large, fatty busts and bellies. Clumsily, sobbing in shame and desperation, the goddess of muscle went one side to another, bouncing out of control against our large bodies, trying to get on her bare feet, unable to escape of that enormous fence of chubby flesh. “No...please...leave me alone...please...please...no more...no.....”.-Sobbed the proud heroine, unable to defend herself. But we didn’t stop. Instead of it, we increased the strength and the rhythm of it, closing, inch by inch, the circle over that blonde, sobbing titaness.

Closer and closer, we smelt her sweat, her sex...her fear meanwhile Miss Muscle felt our lust in every fibre of her sculptural, sweaty body, in every neuron of her brain.-“You will love us... you will be one of us...you will love us....you will be one of us...”.-Chorused our sweet voices, hitting her mind as a whip, drilling her will more and more.

Her body was trapped. Her mind was scorched. The powerful paladin of Delta City was finished. “Mercy......”.-Howled desperate the voluptuous goddess of muscle while our obese bodies flattened her perfectly defined body.

Our fatty bodies surrounded her muscular physique, covering every square inch of her sweaty, tanned skin, flattening more and more her wombs. Futilely, weakly, Miss Muscle twisted into that coffin of flesh. In vain. Her desperate movements just only got to excite us more and more. Our desire for devouring that defenceless woman, model of perfection and power grew and grew, driving us mad.

But the golden maiden of muscle, trapped and squeezed by our flaccid fleshes, was barely able to breathe. Slowly, the magnificent body of the blonde amazon went inert over us. Only plaintively moans left her fleshy lips, while her sapphire, blurred eyes fluttered behind her mask.

Barely conscious, her head went back and forth over Naomi´s and Minka´s chests in a vain attempt to keep herself conscious. But finally, her blonde head fell over the ample chest of Naomi, inert, unconscious. Then, we released a bit our unbreakable halter of flesh. The sweaty body of the muscular amazon slid down easily over our fatty skin, sinking and disappearing her under our obese frame.

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“What??? That´s all? It is really difficult to believe!!! I don´t think that Miss Muscle could have succumbed so easily!!!”.-Declared Suzy enraged.-“I...I would like to see her fucked corpse!!!”.-Demanded the small journalist to the huge, obese woman in front of her.

The woman smiled again.-“This is not the end of my story. But it is true. The sirens beat easily her body....attacking her mind. An unexpected power against Miss Muscle wasn´t prepared.”

“Miss Muscle have beaten aliens, gods, robots...She has always prevailed not only by her amazing strength but also by her willpower!!!”.-Roared Slander.

“But this time, she faced with an overwhelming power, hidden into ‘disgusting’, ‘unattractive’ bodies...”.-Said the obese woman ironically. Slander realized that she knew what she was thinking about her. A grim of shame felt over her face.

“But my story hasn´t finished yet...”

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Minutes later, the golden goddess of muscle regained consciousness. The voluptuous titaness was stunned, unable to believe that she had been defeated by us. Incredulity and fear could be seen on her masked sapphire eyes. We had placed her on a reinforced table. Though the blonde amazon wasn´t tied, her limbs were too weak to help her.

“No...no...please...leave...leave alone....”.-Sobbed pathetically the sculptural empress of muscle, staring with fear as we surrounded her, with a grim of lust of our reddish faces. Her pleas only encouraged us more to submit her to our will.” We won´t do that.”.-We answered her at unison..-“Your body belong to us now. Soon, your soul will belong to us too. You will forget your dear Peter. You will only love us....You will be one of us.”.-We chorused ominously, hitting her mind with fear..-“No...no...I will...I will resist....you....”.-Declared the voluptuous godess of muscle, but her voice was just a whisper, deprived of conviction.

Somehow, of voices were strong and clear. One time and another, as an ominous mantra, we repeated our sentence.-“You will only love us...you will be one of us... You will only love us...you will be one of us... You will only love us...you will be one of us...”.

Weakly, her muscular body twisted and twitched over the table. In vain. In a minute, her sapphire eyes fluttered behind her golden mask and her fleshy lips began to repeat on silence our command. The powerful golden woman was ready to embrace her final fate.

Without any doubt, Chelsea climbed to the table and, wildly our massive, blonde german sister placed her enormous buttocks over the incredible rippling abdominals of the heroine, pushing her incredible large, rounded, firm breasts to her face. The defenceless heroine moaned in pain and anguish, barely able to breathe.

“Uuuuhhh....Fresh meat!!!!.-“.-Hissed Chelsea, kneading and squeezing the firmly orbs of flesh of the maiden of muscle with her greasy fingers. Then, her nipples felt her caresses. Immediately, they grew and grew till they got an incredible size that we hadn’t seen ever during our long lives on any human female; At least, two and a half inches long and an inch thick, dripping small gouts of her golden milk over her tanned, silky skin of her rounded cantaloupes.

While Chelsea caressed her incredible engorged teats, milking her golden milk, Naomi reached her exposed womanhood. Gently, our Nubian sister, with expertise delicacy, began to finger her moist clit till it appeared between the lips of her vagina. Then, the fleshy lips of our maiden of ebony began to lick and suck her pussy, with insane fineness and slowness.

A painful grim of pure ecstasy appeared on the face of the maiden of muscle while her tanned, silky skin covered in sweat, while every fibre of her perfectly built physique shivered in pleasure, while her fleshy lips panted and moaned in an unbearable bliss.

Finally, Minka approached to her blonde hair and, grabbing firmly between her fatty quads, offered her own pussy to be licked. At the beginning, the golden titaness avoided the moist contact of her crotch.

-“You will love us... you will be one of us...you will love us....you will be one of us...”.-We kept chorused, hitting every cell of her voluptuous body with our charm.-“Feel the pleasure of our flesh....Feel our lust...Join to our lust....”.-We intoned rhythmically to the defenceless empress of muscle.

In seconds, the powerful golden goddess began to lick and suck eagerly the pussy of Minka, faster and faster, trapped in an overwhelming lust.

Lecherous filled the room. We felt as her lust hit us our enormous, flaccid bodies as the same way we have filled her muscular physique with our own bliss. Our deafening screams and howls of ecstasy filled our secret lair.

Our bodies exploded in simultaneous, scorching orgasms. As a hose, Miss Muscle cummed and cummed, while her sculptural, trapped body twisted and twitched under the weight of our massive, flaccid bodies.

Naomi, horny as hell, cumming as she had never cummed, licked and licked eagerly the inner juices. Meanwhile, Chelsea, cumming all over the rippling abdominals, squeezing the enormous udders of the golden goddess of muscle, began to lick and drink eagerly her golden milk. Minka, cumming on the face of the horny heroine, felt as the brave amazon drank her cum as fast as she cummed. Possessed by an unbearable ecstasy, her large nipples erupted in a pair of geisers of milk that soaked us completely.

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A grim of repulsion covered the face of Suzy.-“It...It was...disgusting!!!...It´s....It´s...”.-Declared the journalist, unable to believe what that fatty woman had explained her.-“I..I felt sick!!! It´s bizarre...Its...It´s grotesque!!!”.-Yelled with incredulity. Though Slander had always considered Miss Muscle as a freak...as a monster, what she have just heard was beyond her most bizarre dreams.

“But it happened, Miss Slander, despite of you think that it was impossible. As I said, the power and abilities of the sirens are measureless...as Miss Muscle discovered...”

“You...you then broke her body for good...in a way that nobody had got before...”.-Muttered Suzy, which was beginning to believe that the story was true.-“...but I would...I would like to see her corpse.....please”.-Begged Suzy, realizing that the woman was much more dangerous that she, and Miss Muscle, had expected.

“You believe my story now...That´s good, Miss Slander, but my story isn´t finished. But don´t worry about that. You will see the corpse of the greatest Maiden of Muscle”.-Said the blonde woman ironically.

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Next time the Golden Empress of Muscle opened her eyes, we realized that she was close to be one of us. The perfect, voluptuous amazon stared us in a different way. We aren’t unpleasant, ugly for her eyes. In fact, she was staring us with lust. Her massive, perfectly muscular body heaved and shivered in desire for our fatty, obese, imperfect bodies.

Helga, seizing her by her swollen shoulders, raised her massive body, sitting her on the table. Docilely, totally tamed, the Goddess of Muscle stared, mesmerized, the bulk of fatty flesh in front of her.

“I...I desire you....I...I....”.-Muttered timidly the heroine, begging for a bit of pleasure from our massive blonde sister.

Helga smiled embracing her broad neck with her plump arms, pulling her to her obese body. Placing her hands on her nape, Helga led her golden head deep into her cleavage in a heavy breast smoother.

But it didn´t matter for the heroine. Between the flesh of our sister, Miss Muscle heaved in ecstasy...every cell of her muscular body shivered in ecstasy. With rejoice, we heard as the voluptuous amazon licked and kissed passionately, eagerly, the flesh of her cleavage.

But Helga, unsatisfied, led her head over her left, flaccid breast. With a long heave of ecstasy, Miss Muscle, grabbing that flaccid udder, began to lick and suck eagerly, trapped in a indescribable lust.

During long minutes, Helga kept the mouth of the golden titaness on her left breast but finally, she led the head of the super woman over her right mammary....with the same result. Her fleshy lips milked the breasts of our sister during an hour, alternating left and right udder, drinking her inner juices till finally, satiated, fell back over the table, panting of bliss.

Then, there was the turn of Minka..-”Stand up...”.-Whispered our asian goddess of fat. Clumsy, slowly, the goddess of muscle obeyed the command of her new mistress. Inmediately, Miss Muscle fell charmed by the sensuality or Minka. Slowly, she began to sway the hips seductively, with her hands caressing her hefty anatomy...her fatty groins...

The heroine, totally mesmerized by the suggestible wiggles, were unable to decide where to place her sapphire eyes. Heaving in desire, she approached to her, trying to embrace her to ease the lecherous that was burning her muscular body. But Minka, seductively, always kept her obese physique an inch far from her fingers.

“Don´t...don´t run away....don´t...”.-Begged pathetically the heroine, desperate to ease her lust, while her crotch, excited, dripped cum out of control. But, during long minutes, Minka danced around the voluptuous goddess of muscle, too much close to fill her body...too much far to touch her.

Exhausted, Miss Muscle fell on her knees, heaving of ecstasy, staring as the object of her lust remained an inch too far to caress her. But finally, Minka approached to her. Eagerly, the golden amazon grabbed firmly her fatty, bland buttocks and sunk her face on the belly of her.

Minka was older that she seemed. In fact, she wrote the Kamasutra. She knew perfectly every erogenous area of men and women, where to touch...when to caress...Miss Muscle was on the point to discover the real meaning of ecstasy.

Softly, Minka slid her fingers along the muscular spine of the heroine which, with a howl of ecstasy, raised the head...just to find as the fingers of our asian sister grabbed her face. Gently but firmly, Minka stood over her bare feet the massive woman...and kissed her passionately.

But, while her lips kissed the golden amazon, while she rubbed her fatty body along the muscular, voluptuous anatomy of the golden titaness, her skilled fingers caressed and touched every erogenous point of the tanned skin of the golden goddess. The sides of her firmly rounded breasts, her back, her shoulders, her ass, her legs, her groins....With rhythm, precision, sequentially, all her erogenous areas where activated, sending the heroine close to an overwhelming climax.

“Do you love me, Miss Muscle?”.-Asked with monotone voice Minka, separating her lips of the mouth of the horny goddess of muscle.

“Ooohhh, Minka....Aaaaahhh...I...I love you....ooohhhh”.-Panted in ecstasy the voluptuous blonde amazon, horny as hell, rubbing her sculptural, voluptuous physique all along the fatty body of our obese western sister.

The mighty Maiden of Muscle was already prepared, physical and psychologically, to suffer her final fate. Abruptly, Minka pushed back that perfectly chiselled body, sending her to the ground...”No...No...don´t leave alone...please Minka...please...”.-Begged pathetically the Golden titaness, sat on the floor.

But, immediately, in front of her, Naomi appeared. She was the biggest of us, the older of us. Her skin and hair were dark as night. She was the first of us. She was old when the Babylon was young. Adored as the goddess of fecundity, she had created us.

Mesmerized, with a grim of lust on her face, the goddess of Muscle stared, stunned, every square inch of her enormous, ebony body, every fold of fat of her obese, nubian body. Almost immediately, the golden maiden of muscle began to heave in ecstasy. Her breathe and heart beating increased at every step Naomi´s naked body approached to her.

Gently, our Nubian sister placed her ebony hands over her rounded, swollen shoulders and, daintily, she laid her on the floor. Next, she sat over her rippling abdominals and, folding her obese body, she placed her titanic but flaccid breasts just over the stiffened nipples of the excited, golden amazon.

Naomi then began to moan and squeeze her own large mammaries till drops of her own milk appeared on her dark nipples. Then, carefully she led her leak just over the erected, engorged nipples of the stunned blonde amazon. Her muscular body shivered in ecstasy and a long, deafening moan of pure bliss left her throat.

Drops became in a continuous spout while Naomi milked her own dark udders over the tanned, firm orbs of the goddess of muscle till every square inch of her boobs, every inch of her deep cleavage, every inch of her rippling abds were totally soaked with her inner juices.

Finally, her ebony, long fingers grabbed the blonde head of the horny heroine pulling it to her dark chest.-“Are you one of us, Miss Muscle?”.-Asked Naomi, keeping the fleshy lips of the heroine at few inches of her leaking nipples..”Are you one of us, Miss Muscle?”.-Chorused Chelsea and Minka with her soft, monotone voices.

“I....I am....I am one of your....I am one of yours...”.-Answered the muscular heroine, trying to reach the dripping dark nipples of Naomi with her mouth.-“I am...I....”

Naomi finally released her grip and, eagerly, Miss Muscle´s mouth fell over those nipples, licking and sucking and drinking their milk, while Naomi heaved in pleasure and Chelsea and Minka, roared in laughter. The powerful Miss Muscle was one of them.

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Suzy´s jaws dropped in incredulity.-“Have you really beaten and tamed Miss Muscle? I...I can´t believe that. You are...you are....well....I..I need evidences...I...I need to see her!!! Right Here!!! Right now!!!”.-Demanded the journalist one more time

“Well. You mean that we are disgusting obese women...That our flaccid flesh was no rival against the perfect musculature of the golden empress of muscle...Somehow, her sculptural physique was no rival against their fatty bodies...against their powers....You demand evidences, Miss Slander. Here is. I was Miss Muscle. Don´t you recognize me? No?”.-Said the blonde enormous mountain of fatty flesh in front of her.

“I see the incredulity on your eyes, Suzy, but it is true. I was arrogant trying to beat her. I scorned her bodies...I underestimate her powers....I paid for that. My perfect body was beaten by her imperfect bodies...my indomitable will was broken by their voices...my brave soul was tamed by their sexuality. I wasn´t as powerful and perfect as I supposed to. They were powerful and perfect..”.-Declared the woman that had been the goddess of muscle, now transformed in a titaness of fatty flesh.-“I scorned them because they weren´t as beauty as me...because they were extremely unattractive...imperfect...but their power within, hidden in those obese bodies, were superior to me. The sirens are powerful goddesses, but what really defeated me were my own prejudices about them, my believing that I was better than them because I was muscular and beauty and they were unattractive and obese.

“No...no..It can´t be...It can´t....”.-Muttered Slander, unable to believe what their eyes were seeing, what she was hearing.

“The milk of Naomi corrupted the golden energy of my breast. Little by little, every drop of her milk over my skin, every gallon of her milk I drank, changed my body, transforming every fibre of my magnificent, perfectly defined muscles in fat, transforming me in one of her. Now, Miss Muscle is a siren...Miss Muscle is one of them...”.-Finished the former heroine, staring as a grim of fear appeared on the face of the journalist.

Behind of Miss Muscle, Naomi, Minka and Chelsea appeared, smiling too. Her enormous, flaccid bodies bounced at every step, barely concealed by the same black swimsuit that Miss Muscle? wore now. Three enormous, titanic mountain of flesh, able to beat the unbeatable golden maiden of muscle. Three enormous, titanic mountain of flesh that had transformed totally the body and soul of the greatest goddess of muscle.

“The interview is over, Miss Slander. You have your exclusive. Miss Muscle is now a siren. There is no hope for the citizens of this city...of this planet. Their most powerful paladin has been utterly defeated. Soon, all of you will be one of us...”.-Said ominously Miss Muscle, with a sinister smile on her cherub face.

“...Soon, all of you will be one of us...”.-Chorused the sirens behind of her, with her soft, monotone voice one time and another, staring as the face of the journalist became in a mask of pure fear....

The End