Chapter 4 - Jessica's Tattoo

"Its' just not fair," Jessica whined to the mirror, her lithe body arched as she inspected the tattoo, a small decorative tribal across the small of her lower back. It was nothing really, but her father had flipped out when he'd seen it, even though she had turned eighteen today, she was a grown-up now, how could he do this? She had been daring enough to wear one of her tight halter tops, which her father already disapproved of, to show off the delicate black marks that formed flower like shapes right above the start of her tight jean skirt. Furious, he had told her to go back to her room, on a Friday night no less, and that she was grounded. Jessica had argued, but to no avail - her dad's face was red with anger as she skulked back up the steps.
"And put some damned clothes on, Jessica, you look like the village prostitute!" he had finished, veins popping his neck as Jessica began to cry and ran the rest of the way to her upstairs bedroom. She had even gone back down, fully and respectably dressed, and begged to go out.
"You expect me to trust your judgement when you get a... a tramp stamp?!" Frank had again become enraged, poking her lower back right in the tender spot created just that day. "I can't trust you as far as I could throw you - now get back upstairs, and out of my sight!" he had finished, and Jessica knew she had run the gamut of her luck, again running and crying to the relative haven of her small room.
Sitting on the bed, sniffling, she decided she was going to just try to go to sleep - even though it was only 8:30. She put on her nightie shirt, brushing the hem of her flannel shorts, and grabbed the bottle of EZ Fit Sleep-Away she had bought at Eugene's with secretly saved money - it was an intense metabolism booster, designed to shed pounds while sleeping. Jessica was quite fit, buit it was bikini season soon, and she wanted to look tight and fit for all of the boys that were bound to be at the beaches and pools. She popped two in her mouth, rinsed it down with a glass of water and settled into her bed to undoubtedly spend countless hours staring at the ceiling.

After countless rolls across the bed, shifting to try to find a comfortable spot, Jessica's body began to hurt all over, as if she had gone up against a heavyweight boxer. She groaned, holding her stomach, and began to shake, her young mind racing to find an explanation for her scary condition. Her groan became a wail of pain as she felt her body actually expanding, growing, seemingly exploding from the seams. Through tear-stained eyes she watched as her usually lithe, tanned forearms expanded like balloons, filling in with thick ropes of twisted, stacked atop one another forearm muscles, leading to her upper arms, which with an audible pop erupted with cannonball biceps and thick, meaty horseshoe triceps. Her eyes widened, disgusted and aghast, as thick cables of throbbing veins popped up and raced to cover her new hammers of arms.
"Oooooh..." she moaned, her pink lips twisted in a grimace, as the rest of her body grew and rippled to match her unbelievable arms, contorting her into strange poses, like ancient Greek statues, similarly over-indulgent in the expression of the musculature of the human form. Finally, as the pains in her now rumbling and swollen muscles subsided, she stood, and scurried to her bathroom, thighs pumping with newly thick, pistoning quadriceps with her quick steps.
Her nightie t-shirt, which used to cover everything but the smallest bit of tummy and mandated by her Dad, was now barely a halter top. Underneath the stretched hem of the shirt, with the athletic numbers contorted, covering her now noticeable, meaty chest, were bubbles of stomach muscles. Jessica gasped, frightened of her superhero's stomach and at the same time excited, actually, turned on by the masculine midsection in her plain view. She ran her hands down the hot, rigid swells of the shelves of abdominal muscles, and 'accidentally' brushed by her womanhood, which ached slightly as she observed her hulking, veiny and ultra muscular body in her mirror.
Giggling a tiny bit, she went into several superhero poses, her mouth open in surprise at the way her arms swelled, erupting with strange bulges, stretching her already taxed nightie-shirt, with each awkward flex she molded her huge, muscular upper body into. Jessica was excited, in a glow from the tremendous development of her physique. She felt powerful, more in control than she ever had before. She felt incredibly sexy, turning herself on with growing strength at the sight, feeling and pressures of flexing her giant, striated new muscles in her full length mirror. She peeled the skin-formed tshirt from her powerful body, wanting to look at herself naked, almost panting as she unhooked her usually large and constricting but now tiny and tight bra, her arms bulging with dangerously thick, veiny and meaty mountains of girl muscle.
Finally, she managed to unhook her straining, stretched bra, and it popped from her body audibly. "Oh my God," Jessica gasped, tiny hands quickly and lovingly underneath two perfectly round, protruding c-cup breasts. Where before there had only been slight swells under her obviously underdeveloped chest, she was now huge, her pectoral muscles pronounced, rigid and striated. She lightly caressed her nipples, her power packed chest trembling and undulating like waves underneath her touch. Jessica flexed her chest lightly, her small hands caressing the underside of her musclebreasts, admiring the ridged, lumpy movement of her pec muscles in the mirror, incredibly turned on and nearly panting.
She made her breasts jump in rhythm to the Brittney Spears song on her bathroom radio, giggling slightly but in a bit of fear and awe of her own massiveness still. How was she going to hide her muscular body from her father, especially after the inspections she would surley have to endure because of her tattoo?
Thinking as hard as she could, she struggled, frantically, to figure out what to do. Her father was going to go nuclear - she could just hear him now, calling her a freak, a monster, and probably not being allowed to go anywhere at all, EVER. Stressing, she began to tighten up, a rolling of swollen muscle cascading to now blown up traps, pumpkin-sized delts, triceps flaring outwards by inches, and thick, cabled forearm muscles, down to her blood red fingernailed fingers, gripping the edge of her formica sinktop.
Jessica stumbled as her deceptively delicate-looking hands snapped the three inch thick countertop like it was a piece of bark, ripping chunks from the formica and making the musclemaiden lose her balance. Jessica stared in awe at her hands, and whispered in a tiny voice, "Holy shit, I'm strong!" Excited, Jessica dropped the pieces on her floor with a loud thunk and ran into her bedroom. Jessica had a large trunk in her room that held personal things and a lot of clothing - it must have weighed eighty pounds empty, made of iron bands and thick, dark oak boards. Jessica grabbed its sides, and her eyes popped when she lifted it easily, like it was made of cardboard. Looking down at her arms as she curled it frantically, she could see her huge arms billowing, swelling, rippling with hard muscles, working - but still she did not feel any exertion whatsoever.
"I'm so strong!" she whispered, in disbelief. "I might have to teach someone a lesson - fuck him, what is he going to do?" Jessica giggled, and ran a relatively miniscule hand over the rocky, bulbous landscape of her bicep. Admiring herself wholeheartedly, she squeezed her own stone muscle, increasing her pressure to her utmost, a grimace of exertion on her face, and still the granite mass refused to budge or dent. Jessica now laughed aloud, massive, her abs pebbling and relaxing with her glee. She then took the lid of the trunk she had lifted so easily only moments earlier and opened it to find something suitable to greet her father with.
After mintues of frantic looking , the excited teenager sighed with disappointment. Everything she had pulled out was not good enough for her exciting planned exhibition of her new muscle-body. She wanted fear and initimidation, and that would require every available inch of her swollen, musclebound body to be readily apparent. Her bras and panties sets were all what the girls in gym called granny panties, mostly by command of her father. Most of them were also so old she was sure that they would tear as she would definitely have to stretch them out to even vegin to fit her amazing newfound thickness and gargantuan bulk.
Remembering her swimsuit from the summer beofre, a cute halter top / boy shorts set that barely met her parents' approval ("But Jessica," her mother had whined in her intimately annoying way, "Why would you want to dress like that? The town callgirls have more clothing on!") and scrambled to her closet, thighs and calves ballooning as she practically leapt the ten feet across. The boy short panties came first, and Jess could hear the first stitches popping as she pulled them over her thick calves like dress stockings. Frowning, she began to pull them over her corded, meat-injected thighs, and gasped as an audible rip came from what she saw was the right side. Pulling ever so gently, willing them to hold, the muscle-queen edged them over her mammoth quads and hamstrings, willing her legs to relax to no avail. The last inch was the dealbreaker, and Jessica looked down in dismay at the swimsuit bottoms, ripped in half on the floor in front of her.
She picked up the top, held it up to her chest, and didn't even bother - the edges, even stretched, did not contain the fabric for one half of her trunklike, ripped upper body - the combination of bulging back and trapezius muscles, wings of lats, bowling-ball delts and melon like pecs she now had made all of her clothing impossible.
"Dammit!" she whispered, more disappointed by her missed opportunity to show up her parents than anything. Then she remembered her mother's closet.
Jessica's mother would best be described as obese. Amazed she had not though of it before, Jessica poked her head out of her doorway to see if the coast was clear - she heard her mother downstairs, whistling as she fixed dinner. Jessica crept from her room, naked excepting the panties that seemed to be holding on by mere threads, and inched down the hallway to her parents' bedroom. She zipped into the room, heading straight for the closet.
She flicked on the light, and scanned the neatly racked and hung clothing. Black caught her eye, and she cooed with delight. Hanging on the hanger to her right was a pair of her mother's lingerie - black lace bra and pantie set, ordered from a Lane Bryant catalog. If it fit her mother....
Jessica snatched the hanger with one massive arm and ran back to her room, more excited than ever. She grabbed the front of her panties and with a quick flip of her wrist shredded them from her body. She quickly grabbed the thong lace panties and eased them over her swollen musculature, making sure to go slowly and allow them to stretch as she went. Finally, with a snap of elastic as the thin fabric rounded her bulging, squared glutes, they were on. Jessica did a little victory dance and raced for the bathroom. Turned sideways, she could see the panties that had fit her horrednously overweight mother were a perfect fit for her boosted physique, the thin string of fabric attaching the tiny patch of triangle to the thong resting in the valley created by the battling lower back and upper glutes, curving sexily across the line of her thin side waist, and tapering dramatically inward in front in acquiescence to the insertions of her thick, foot and a half inch thick thighs. The bra was a bit more work - she had to stretch it like the old spring powered workout bands before she could get it over the birth of her combined triceps and biceps, almost snapping it in the process. She finally got it on and snug, the black triangles of lacy fabric looking miniaturized on the ripped and veiny plane of her chest. After an additional minute of admiring herself in the mirror, and a last titantic bicep pose just for good measure, she rushed to her door again, this time not bothering to stop and check the hallway.
Before dinner her father always went into the basement to make a drink and sit in his den. Jessica, moving extremely nimbly for all her newfound bulk, tiptoed past the kitchen where her mother whispered still - if she had looked up at the time she would have noticed a dainty pointed set of toes, like a ballerina's, creep around the corner. Only this ballerina's foot was topped with a rigid, bulging calf muscle, criss crossed with veins and sickening striation.
Jessica tiptoed down the stairs as well, wanting her surprise to be unnoticed until the moment of her choosing. From the bottom of the stairwell she could see her father, lounging in his recliner, a tumbler in his hand of what was likely Scotch. She crept up behind him, her mindblowingly developed, veteran bodybuilder's physique inches from his shoulder. Jessica turned so that her tattoo was dead center in his line of vision, and spoke.

"What do you think of my tattoo now, Daddy?" Jessica spoke sweetly over her striated, swollen shoulder. In the corner of her eye she could see her neck visibly thicken as she twisted it, causing a huge swell of meat to erupt from her collarbone area and brush against her gold hoop earrings. She giggled despite herself, amazing her own mind by her mindboggling, throbbing teenaged muscularity.
"Jessica, ...." Frank began, and then turned to see his eighteen year old daughter dressed in only his wife's lace black bra and panty-set lingerie. His daughter was covered in rippling, bulging muscles and veins - she looked stronger than anyone that Frank had ever met.
The offending tattoo was painted atop a thick, muscular canvas - Jessica's lower back was corded, striated, the insertions of her tiny lower back forming a Christmas tree as it swelled into a tremendous v-shape, bisected by the thin strip of black lace that tied together the tiny triangle cups of his wife's sexiest lingerie. The black lines were deformed, plastered in a wavy shape due to the ridges and swells not there when the artist had first done his work.
"Why don't you spank me Daddy, haven't I been bad?" Jessica cooed, showing her full, bulbuous glutes to her father, encased in only her mother's sheer black lace thong panties. Winking at him, Jessica began to alternately flex her glutes, causing them to dance sexily in the light fabric. She then bent over suggestively, her gargantuan thighs expanding before Frank's eyes, and made her thick calves harden up into bulging, cut diamonds. She bounced up and down delicately on her toes, years of ballet becoming evident, and her calves exploded into tremendous size, cutting into diamonds, with each slight movement. Her tight rear end, inches from her father's face with her pose, was bulbous, thick with a shelf of muscle.
"That's enough, Jessica!" Frank roared, embarassed both by his daughter's hints at her own promiscuity and the fact that he truly feared her now, was afraid of he pain she would cause him with her Olympian physique if he did touch her.
Frank had never seen muscles on a woman in real life, only the occasional glimpse of coverage of a bodybuilding show late at night. But his eighteen year old daughter had a body light years ahead of anything he had ever seen. Everwhere on her frame were strange, unnatural looking valleys, bulges and crevasses that boggled his mind - she was so sickeningly muscular!
"I know you've been under a lot of stress, and are obviously on drugs," Frank spoke softly and dangerously, looking up and down her ridiculously developed physique, "I don't know how you've hid your 'condition' from your mother and I til now - But it doesn't matter. I've never taken sass, no matter how many muscles you think you've got, Missy, I won't start now." He raised his hand in the air and brought it down with all of his might onto his daughter's ass.
Thwack! Frank withdrew his stinging hand, and started to feel fear flowing through his body. His hard swat had had no effect, and his hand stung like fire. It had felt like hitting a brick wall - no give at all, just tough, strong muscle and tendon. He watched in disgust and dismay as his daughter tightened up her glutes, and her ass skyrocketed upward above a wave of pure muscle. Swollen like a pumpkin now, Jessica's backside was strangely shaped, squared off, and delineated with striations.
The panties strained to contain her hugely developed young rear, but was losing the fight slowly but surely - with each instant Jessica further held her flex, the fabric slipped further and further in between the twin globes of meat. Frank reared back and swung again, open handed, and Jessica flexed her glutes as hard as she could. As her father's hand came down, Jessica was excited to see the look of known failure on his face as he saw his target - The final flex had put Jessica's ass into the domain of the unreal, and as his hand made contact with the quivering mass of teen girl-muscle, Frank realized the futility.
The first swat had done nothing, and now his young daughter's backside looked like it was made of corduroy - Frank could actually see the muscle fibers, twitching madly, that formed the massive swells of her bloated glutes. The panties were completely forced into a crumpled string, and there was absolutely no movement as his hand hit warm steel.
"Mmmph! Oh, Daddy, it hurts so bad!" Jessica taunted, giggling. She slowly starightened up, turning to face her father as she did. Frank was holding his injured hand, his eyes wide as he took in the entirety of his daughter's unnatural, ultra muscular physique. Jessica smiled mockingly, her mother's lingerie stretched obscenely across her massive width and size, covering only the slightest acreage of her swollen, blown out young body.

"You can't hurt me anymore, Daddy," she whispered, running her finger from her knee, hidden in mounds of strong thigh muscles, up her meat-injected thigh. She could see her father's face begin to clench up in anger at her precocious, innately sexual bragging. She reached her mother's panties, pasted to her crotch like a second skin, and weirdly distended by her rigid lower abdominals - her stomach was wide, and thick, protruding from her frame and ruining every girl's natural hourglass shape - her midsection was built like a tree trunk, except Jessica's stomach was then topped off with ridges, bumps and valley's of her grossly enlarged musculature - her cute, tiny innie bellybutton was blown outwards by the rigid, unnatural medallions of underlying muscles.
Slowly, to mock him, she ran her hand over her excited womanhood, and up the bubbles and bulges of her shiny, rippled stomach wall.
As Jessica approached the cups of the tiny bra, straining to hold in mountains of beefy, rigid pec muscles, her father made the worst mistake of his life. Frank could take no more of Jessica's insolence, disrespect to her mother, or the fact that she was taunting him with her strength and obviously steriod fueled, super amazon teen physique.
Although he now shook with fear of his own daughter's tremendous body and how she could use it to dismantle him, he snapped, and threw a punishing haymaker blow to the object of her own worshipful attention, her waffled, veiny abs.
Frank was finally satisfied as he felt his fist bury itself deep into his daughter's stomach. Caught unaware, Jessica's disturbingly bumpy and solid midsection gave reluctantly to his fist, collapsing inwards slightly - it felt like punching a stiff, new mattress. Fear still lingered in Frank's mind as Jessica doubled over in pain, as his punch would have dropped an ordinary man instantly, and had before. Still, his ultra built young daughter was almost to one knee, and she groaned loudly, bloated, bulging arms going to protect her stomach.
"I can hurt you plenty, Jessica, and don't you forget it," he spoke down to Jessica, whose head was trembling, face looking at the ground. "Now, i didn't want to do that, but, with those steroids you're on, God knows what you'll ....Gaakkkk!"
Frank's berating was interrupted by the most intesne pain he had felt in his life up to that pioint. Looking down, eyes bugging, he saw a wicked smile on his beautiful young daughter's face. The origin of that smile was simple - she had grabbed his manhood with an iron vice grip. He looked at the offending arm, rigid in its flexion, and knew that to move now would be to risk getting his balls crushed. Jessica's huge arm was thick and cut, groups of terrifying muscles standing at attention, ready to destroy him.
"You hit me," Jessica snarled. "Big man, big father, beating up on his daughter," she continued, brown eyes narrowing dangerously. Frank yelped as she gave his balls a good, hard squeeze, muscles pistoning on her shiny, rippling arm. She stood up slowly, raising from her knees causing an eruption of thigh muscles, her tiny hand in a death grip around her father's surprisingly large package.
"Now I'm the big one, though, Daddy," Jessica teased in a voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt, and flexed the arm not holding her father's manhood captive, causing waves of muscle to swell and recede atop her thick, ropy arm - Frank gagged from both the pressure on his balls and the up close sight of his daughter's massive musculature - he could actually see the individual fibers in his little girl's cannon of an arm, and before his eyes, her bicep swelled another half inch and resettled into unmovable, hot stone flesh. Jessica gave him another painful squeeze, and Frank felt a tear slip from his eye, his face red and teeth clenched. Reluctantly he got pulled by his hulking daughter to the basement door, down each painful step as Jessica's grip tightened, and finally to the concrete floor of the basement.

"And you're going to pay for hitting me," she whispered, softly, winking at him. "Don't ever put your hands on me again, Daddy," Jessica began, and then Frank screamed. Jessica was crushing his manhood in one hand, and she drew her open palm back, far behind her head. The grip-pressure on his balls was nearly more than he could take, and then the sharp, stinging crack of broken bone rang through his head as his eighteen year old daughter backhanded him. Once. Frank's cheekbone broke in two places with the jackhammer contact, and Jessica released his injured balls after one good, groan-inducing last pull.
Frank collapsed, drooling and crying, in front of Jessica, whose pumped body was outright ridiculous in its size and muscularity, stuffed and crammed into his wife Gail's tiny lingerie, and covered with a sheen of glistening sweat. She performed a textbook lat spread in front of him, and Frank's teary, blurred vision was eclipsed by Jessica's thick, swelling batwings of back muscle. Jessica was absolutely, horrifyingly gigantic and pumped up, and veins sprang from everywhere, tiny worms pulsing across the amazing mountains and valleys of her teenaged superphysique. Frank gagged again, dry heaving, as Jessica took a step towards him.
"Nothing you can do about it Daddy," Jessica teased, laughter making her thick, ballooned stomach ripple and shift in large tectonic plates. Frank looked up just a bit, fearfully, and was treated to the sight of his daughter's massive, corded quads. Up close, Frank could see the network of veins from spiderwebbed size to inch thick, pulsing arteries that covered every inch of the fourteen year old's visible skin - where the veins ran into her panties and bra cups, Frank could see them running underneath the thin, stretched fabric.
Jesica reached down and grabbed her father's package again. "Move and I'll rip them off," she growled sultrily, fully enjoying her newfound dominance and of course, the changes her bulging, power packed body had already made.
Her other tiny hand went around Frank's neck in a chokehold. He whimpered, drool and snot running freely, his already injured balls again in the evil grip of his young, steroid infused bodybuilder daughter. Looking up sardonically, a wide smile on her face, Jessica began to press him, repeatedly, over her head. Frank, face down, could see her shoulders ballooning outwards, blood pumping to them frantically as she forced her pistoning muscles to repeatedly and quickly lift his one hundred and eighty pounds. His little girl's traps were thick, craggy bouldres connecting her earlobes to her neck.
"You're nothing, Daddy, just a tired old man. You're letting your daughter beat you up, and there's nothing you can do bout it," Jessica sneered, grunting a little between words as her body began to burn. "Mmmph....Mmppph!.....Oooh, yeah!" Frank's field of vision was filled, zooming in and out, with the immense, bulging, mountainous bodyscape of his teen muscle queen daughter's back, shoulders, and horseshoe triceps.
"Nothing, not even a good weight," Jess grunted, spit flying, and Frank used every bit of control not to whimper in both fear and disbleief - Jessica's arms, which a week ago had looked like sticks, were even more fully pumped up, bigger than he had ever seen or thought possible for a woman, actually vibrating with muscle, and the bowling ball swells of her massive deltoids looked like crumpled paper, the skin stretched drumhead tight over crisscrossing networks of throbbing veins and steely cables of sinewed meat. His daughters neck was built like a bull's, all rippling sinew and weird bulges of beef. With a final, smallish grunt that was considerably less fear inspiring than her animal grunting and deep breathing of minutes before, Jessica threw her one hundred and eighty pound father ten feet across the room.
Frank hit the ground hard, rolling, and scrambled to cower in the corner as Jessica, from across the room, hit a massive, bloating, most muscular pose. Even from the distance he was at he could see frightening, moving bulges of muscle coalesce on his once diminutive daughter's frame. Muscles exploded from everywhere, and Frank swore he could hear her tightened skin stretching as Jess grunted a bit, forcing more and more pump into the giant swlls of her amazing physique. Smiling and looking up and down her trembling powerhouse body lovingly once, Jessica began to approach him, her tree-trunk thighs expanding and rippling with the layers and layers of muscle hanging from her petite frame. He whimpered as she neared, watching her calves expand to alarming proportions, expanding like balloons with each stride, and began to sob.
"Please, God, no more," he cried, voice wavering. "Please don't hurt me anymore, Jessica," he pleaded, and looked up from his demeaning crouch to see his hulking teenaged daughter glaring down at him, a smirk on her face. She slowly brought her big arms level, and then flexed a classic double bicep pose with more confidence, looking to each of her massive biceps heads with obvious pleasure. Her arms were unbelievable, gigantic, and laced with huge vein networks. Her steel abs stretched, pebbling, and her pert young breasts stood at attention atop her twin-bouldered chest.
Jessica was enjoying herself immensely, and decided to fully break down her father. She put her hands high in her ponytailed hair, and concentrated on her stomach. First tensing her stomach, her midsection ballooned outwards by inches - then, she sucked in her breath, curled inwards, and flexed with everything she could muster.
"Mmmph!" she groaned sweetly, and her stomach rippled, cubes of meat tensing and tightening, and she blew out all the air in her body, creating a massive, striated, lump of waffled muscles where her hard, flat stomach had been seconds before. She was sporting a visible, quivering twelve pack of hard abdominals, and the remaining cubes disappeared into the panty bottoms. She shifted her hips slowly and seductively, causing the rock wall of her stomach to shift and ripple, inches from Frank's tear stained face. She looked down, satsifed at the size of her father's eyes, the absolute terror of her dominance clear in them.
"Want to hit me now, Daddy?" she whispered, and looked down to her abdominals. "They're so big and strong, Daddy, look at them," she started to rub her armor-plated stomach with one hand, and Frank moaned as he saw her skin sliding over the disgustingly large bubbles of ab muscles. "I'm ready now, Daddy, look at my stomach!" Jessica taunted, making her belly dance in waves and ripples of disgustingly ripped and bulging platelets. She hit herself a few times and giggled girlishly, with even her full force, and Frank winced with each sound of contact between his daughter's fist and her own beefy midsection. It sounded like in the movie Rocky where Sly beat on the sides of beef in the butcher's freezer. Frank was absolutely sure that his daughter's strecthed and striated abdomen was tougher than Sly's frozen meat.
"Please, Jessica," he begged, tears streaming down his face, "no more...."
"Oh, there's a lot more, Daddy," Jessica whispered, and stepped directly in front of him, her stuffed, rippling thighs touching his face. Frank could smell his daughter's excitement, could actually smell power emanating from her stone hard body. Jessica grabbed his head unceremoniously, and Frank began to moan. Jessica forced his head downwards.
"Look at my legs, Daddy, look at how big they are!" Jessica said in a sing-song, mocking voice, beaming, and raised up to her tiptoes. Frank moaned again, this time in amazement, as his daughter's calves balled up, swelling and huge, into what would appropriately be called cows. Her tiny ankles flared outwards under her skin, prominent, veiny bulges of diamond-shaped meat atop, to recede again at her diminutive kneecaps. As Jessica tensed her thighs, she led Frank's head along for the ride by his thinning hair. Inches from her warm, musclebound thighs, Frank began to shake his head violently, for he saw what was coming.
"And my thighs, Daddy, look at how strong they are," Jessica continued, smiling wide and showing her pearl white teeth, making her bloated quadriceps jump and ripple, the cords of beef making up her amazing legs shifting under her paper skin like snakes in a bag. She was thoroughly enjoying mastering her father, being the one in charge, and it was all thanks to her new body, her temple to teen female muscularity and strength.
Jessica flexed her warm, tingling thighs as hard as she could. Her thighs flared outwards with a snap, waves of muscles rolling as her legs thickened by at least nine inches. Frank stared in disbelief at his daughter's massive, bloated quadriceps, every rippling inch of the quivering masses covered with veins and arteries - he could actually see the blood pumping, feeding her tremendous size and strength. As he was distracted with her giant quads, Jessica quickly rained a powerful blow on the top of his head. With a crack and snap, he dropped to the floor, and Jessica moved around him. Pulling up with more strength than she intended, she sandwiched his head in between her vibrating, steely thighs. Pieces of her father's hair flutterd to the ground, a raw spot on his head from Jessica's unintentional pull-out. Frank moaned, coming out of his daze, and found his cheeks pressed tight in a death-grip between his nineteen year old daughter's gigantic leg muscles.
"No, no, no...." Frank moaned, and Jessica flexed her quads, crushing her father's face with her unbelievable, bloated thighs. Frank's face turned beet red as Jessica's huge thighs constricted with the strength of hundreds of pythons around his skull and injured cheekbone. He emitted a shrill scream as the teen daughter began to quickly and powerfully send waves of crushing force through her bulging, vein-covered upper legs. Frank felt his field of vision waver with each blindingly painful eruption of muscle as Jessica punished him, and began to black out. Jessica suddenyl grabbed his hair and jerked his head upwards hard, pulling his body through her legs so that his thin neck was between her solid, granite legs. Jessica laughed alioyud as sh viciously snapped her thigh muscles to rigid attention, constricting Frank's breathing pathway by inches of hard, hot muscles. She finally loosened her death grip on him, giggling, as she watched her father convulse, choking.
He fell to the floor like dead weight, and Jessica rolled him over with no effort at all. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and finally her father's face was returning to a normal color from the beet red it had been. Jessica cradled his head. lifting him face up, and reinserted his neck between her gigantic legs. Frank's face was upturned to her bubbled stomach wall and muscle-packed breasts, inches from the tiny panties his wife usually wore.
He awoke with a gasp, the even stronger smell of Jessica's overpowering excitement in his nostrils, and his eyes widened in a combination of horror and disgust at his position, inches from his daughter's womanhood, with his head again sealed in the grip of her protruding inner thigh muscles. Jessica winked down at him, making her bricked stomach dance again, causing the upper string of her panties to swell and bulge with the grotesque, rippling movements underneath. Frank gagged at the unnatural, sickening sight up close and personal, and Jess looked down at him, feigning shock.
"You don't wike my muscles, Daddy?" Jessica teased in a baby-voice that was a direct affront to the powerful, muscularly indulgent bodybuilding physique she now posessed. "Don't oo just wuuuuv mig big," bicep popping, "strong," lats bulging wide, "hard little-girl musclies?" ridged, popping abdominals accompanied her last words, and Frank groaned quite loudly at the accompanying thickening of his daughter's iron quadriceps. Jessica sneered, realizing she was taking it easy on the man who had just beaten her for the last time, and decided to pour it on.
Frank shrieked like a little girl as his own little girl pumped hot, liquid muscles into a frenzy in her thick legs. His face again was crushed inwards, forced by hot, slick mountains of strength, and he could hear the very bones of his skull creak with the pressure. Involuntarily he began to pound his fists, as hard as he could, into Jess' thick leg biceps. It felt like he was punching rock, and had no effect on his daughter. Jessica squeezed hard, watching in pleasure and self lust as her tremendous quads rapdily expanded, ruippling with cords oand strips of hard musculature, and surrounded her father's head with crushing strength. Frank screamed from the protruison of teenaged girl-muscle, and Jessica smirked in staisfaction, running her pink laquered hands up and down the shifting plates of sheet metal that made up her blown-out, gigantic legs. With a squeak and one last, tremendous flex, Jessica pumped the maximum amount of size into her gigantic, bursting quads. Her ultra-bloated legs were sponges full of strength, pumping blood in the interstate highway of her disgusting, all-encompassing vascularity. Frank again screamed alarmingly loud, and felt and heard simultaneously the snapping of his jawbone, or perhaps dislocation. He shrieked for a few more seconds, until the combination of he pain and Jessi's constrictive, rumbling lava-hot quads knocked him out cold. Jess spread her behemoth legs and let her father's body drop to the floor, and lovingly stroked her pumping, vein-blasted thigh muscles.
Jessica almost came as she looked down the tremendous girth of her pumping, jumping quadriceps muscles to see her father, face up, bleeding from his mouth and nose, both eyes blackened and cheekbones bruised and deformed. She stretched her legs slightly, rubbing her crotch softly, excited by her newfound dominance, power, and giant musculature. She was so absorbed in her own body, rubbing her tiny hands up and down her thick, washboard abdominals, that she didn't hear the basement door creak open or the descent - the first noise loud enough to bring Jess out of her muscle admiration was a gasp of disbelief.
"Jessica?!!" Gail almost shrieked, mere feet away from young, muscular Nirvana - her eyes were huge as she surveyed her daughter's ripped, bulging physique. "I don't know what is going on here, young lady!" she began, bravely stepping in front of her musclebound daughter, "And what are you doing in my lingerie?!" she continued, and then she looked up and down, suddenly realizing, finally, with a hammer of shock the state of the young girl's hyper developed physique.

Jessica could feel her anger boiling inside her, feeding her already gigantic muscles into a frenzy. Her entire body was rigid, flexed to its fullest, and she dwarfed her mother who stood, now quivering, in front of her massive, sweat slicked body. She grabbed her mother by the back of the head with one extremely powerful arm, and rammed her mother's face into her muscle-bloated, teenaged chest. Gail gasped in surprise, her face coated with her daughter's rose-aromaed sweat, as Jessica rubber her nose in her faux breast cleavage, traversing a bumpy landscape of Jessica's pec insertions, a washboard of tiny fingers of meat. She tried to resist, snapping her head back and forth against Jessica's breastbone in vain.
Annoyed, her young daughter flexed her chest hard, pumping, surging, waves of blood, willing her pecs to become stony, hard, huge. Her powerful body instantly obeyed, her muscle tits swelling and trapping Gail's head in her swells of meaty cleavage, and Jessica began to laugh cruelly.
"What, Mother? Did I hear something there? You sound muffled, speak up!" Laughing, she circled her mother's lithe frame with her swollen arms and squeezed - as her father's manhood had been trapped in her vice, so now was Gail - her muffled scream of surprise and instantaneuos pain could be heard outside the confines of her unnatural muscle prison. Frank could hear her wails of pain, but could do nothing but watch in fear as their young daughter dismantled her own mother with only her tremendous, sweaty, obscenely overdeveloped body.
Jessica now brutally snapped her huge chest muscles, beating her mother's head with her swells of stone hard pecs, and Gail the whole time was crying and whimpering, tears flowing down her face, as her daughter's bloated musclebreasts swung in on her like right hooks from a pro boxer. Gail tried in vain to surprise Jessica, punched her twice in her meaty midsection and stopped immediately - it was futile, her tiny hands were merely bouncing off of the rigid, rippling swells of Jess' stomach.
Angry, Jessica grabbed her mother's head in between her small hands. She crushed inwards, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain from Gail.
"I could crush your stupid head, Mother," Jessica taunted, "Look at these arms, Gail," she continued, sneering, and Gail's wide eyes rolled to see Jessica's corded, thick, ready to burst arms. Her upper arms were balloons of ridiculous bulges of meat, and her forearms looked like ropes of sausage, the skin stretched tight to cover her rippling strength. Jessica pulled her head in with all of her strength, at the same time exhaling sharply and once again turning the drumhead of her midsection into a bricked wall of flexed, rock hard muscles.
Gail's face met the washboard ab wall with a sickening crunch. Her nose twisted, bone and cartilige tearing, as she was rammed into the warm marble of her daughter's veiny, thickly bubbled stomach. She began to groan, and her lip split in two, blood rushing out, as her lips met a bulge of abdominal muscle with a smack. She felt the vise grip that had been crushing her head loosen, and she dropped to the floor in shock. Jessica looked down at her amazing stomach in disdain, and wiped at the streak of blood that ran a river down its pebbled course with a dainty hand. Gail looked up through teary eyes to see her own daughter, massive and buxom, standing above her, larger than the biggest weightlifter in the world. Jessica raised her knee slightly, making her enormous calf ripple and swell, at the same time spreading her muscle wing lateralus muscles, thickening her like a puffing cobra, with largely the same effect.
Gail cringed as she heard what sounded like someone rubbing a balloon, and realized with fear and righteous disgust that it was her daughter's skin, stretched like a taut canvas, struggling to bear the expansion of her thick, gigantic girl muscles. She ran her open, fear filled eyes up her daughter's leg, past striated, veiny lumps of quad bulges, to her own black lace panties, tiny against the rumbling landscape of Jessica's thick, lumped stomach wall, to strangely perky, rigid, huge breasts, barely restrained by her own c-cup bra, to huge boulders of shoulder muslces leading to her daughter's thick, corded neck atop which was her miniscule, pertly smiling face.
"Look at my huge muscles, Mommy," she spoke solidly, wanting to see her mother cringe in fear of her amazing physique. "Now look over at Daddy - he can't even move to help you, cuz he knows his 'little girl' will beat his ass, Gail," she sneered the last part, flexing one arm hard, biceps exploding outwards grotesquely.
"There's noone here to protect you, Mommy, noone to save you from my strength and power," Jessica brought her other arm up, flexing the softball sized bicep into rigid, vascular hardness, her back expanding and chest puffing. She was gargantuan, disgustingly over-developed, her small chin resting on bulging, ridiculous upswells of pec muscle, her giant arms actually musclebound - Jessica couldn't move them any higher than even due to her massive delts and biceps, crowding each other with vicious mass. Gail began to cry and shudder uncontrollably, and Jessica smiled. Her mother cringed, shaking in front of her young daughetr's overwhelming strength and muscularity. The domination of her parents fed Jessica's power lust, leaving her panting, body exploding with thick muscles, and filled with power and feelings of utter dominance. With a lightning quick move, Jessica snatched her mother up over her head, holding her limp, shaking form above her superhero form.

Jessica began to stretch her, one hand on her neck and the other on her upper calf. Gail groaned as her upper back made first contact with her daughter's swollen, rigid traps. They felt like hot, wet stones as they pushed uncomfortably into her back muscles, or lack thereof. Jessica pulled down harder, and Gail gasped in pain. Jessica was now bouncing, calves ballooning, with each pull downwards she increased her strength, beginning to bend her mother in ways the human body was not supposed to go. In the process her upper body was becoming ultra ripped, especially her veiny back muscles. Gail began to scream softly and whine, writhing in pain, as Jessica racked her out atop huge mountains of strength, using more of her endless reserve of blasting, youthful strength with each painful pull.
Frank sat in the corner watching his wife get dismantled by their teenage muscle-freak of a daughter. He wanted to help Gail so badly, but the fear that wasn't instilled by his daughter's massive, unnaturally explosive musculature was already in him with each throb of pain from his genitals, broken cheekbones, and dislocated jaw. He watched as Jess emitted a loud groan of achievement, admiring her shining, sweat soaked, incerdibly swollen muslces as she performed one more back breaker on her own mother, who looked tiny even as she writhed in pain against the gargantuan backdrop of her daughter's bull-like upper body. This time Gail emitted a full scream of pain, and Frank could swear he heard bones crack awith Jess' last tremendous flex.
Frank twitched, jaw agape, as he saw his massive daughter shrug her mother off her shoulders like so much dead weight, flexing and rolling her shoulders, making her back swim with pumped tendons and muscles. Gail dropped to the floor, broken, unconscious. Jess turned and faced her father again, placed her tiny foot on her mothers' broken back, and performed a sickeningly inflating crab pose to Frank, himself broken and slumped in the corner.
His daughter was sweating rivers, her liquid perspiration slicking her throbbing, rumbling and jumping muscles like bottles of baby oil, all over her massively developed, trembling body. Her face was flushed, a terrible, knowing smile lighting up her young face as she looked down quickly at her mom, eyes open and forced to look on her bursting daughter, bloated, veiny, disgustingly gigantic. Gail's body was sidewinded akwardly, broken back twisted oddly on the concrete of the basement floor.
Jessica grunted, panting, really, as she expanded with all of her effort, her massive crab flex shooting muscle locking, grimace inducing pain across her molten-lava hot, swollen body. Frank began to moan, a low, degrading, and keening sound, as he watched his daughter's Olympian, nature-defying body expand to its absolute limit - every inch of Jessica's body was throbbing with crisscrossed, vein-webbed muscles. She was now loudly huffing with her effort, grunting, her beautiful young face contorting with extreme pain every few seconds. Like a slingshot snapping, Gail's bra snapped, exploding from Jessica's trembling, bloated, cubed chest, shooting across the room. Her tiny breasts, atop mountains of thick muscle, jiggled slightly and quickly like jello cups on springs. With a loud ripping sound, her panties begrudgingly acquiesced to the thick, musclebound glutes that had started this whole mess in the first place and fell in tatters two feet from Frank's face. Frank began to scream in fear and disbelief, his broken wife in front of him, as Jessica smiled down at him, completely naked and hugely, grotesquely muscled.
"Some things are going to change around here, Daddy...."