The dementedly linebacker-shaped, rippling muscle-freak suddenly dropped Tom to the floor lightning fast at the apex of her loud moan, her adoring, worshipful client, who had been the singular focus of her attention for so long that day, forgotten immediately as her eyes closed when a sudden rush of erotic pleasure hit her grossly musclebound crotch.

Tom fell the few last inches to the floor, his eyes locked in on the disgusting sight of Krissy's womanhood become enveloped, swallowed and eclipsed from his viewpoint by striated, rippling she-beef from her disgustingly bloated, meat-packed thighs to her staggering, swollen eight-pack stomach, his jaw rattling as his ass hit the floor by the bed. Below the last cube of sickeningly protruding abdominal muscle a bulge of solid, hard meat Tom didn't even know existed erupted into rigid prominence by inches above her crotch as the sound of dripping juices running down thick, barrel-like bulging thighs marked her spontaneous, long awaited orgasm.

Tom looked on in awe and fear as Krissy's pulsating, engorged muscles all locked up frighteningly and simultaneously with the intense tidal wave of her pleasure, bringing out every freakish detail of her amazing, bloated, razor-sharp musculature, veins in full, rigid yet sickengingly pulsing spiderwebs across each and every inch and body-inflating pound of massive, impossible striated man-meat.

Tom was startled as Krissy's loud, deepening moan turned into loud, satisfied yet bullish grunts with the simultaneous rolling, intense contraction of every blood-engorged, rigid and swollen part of her tremendous physique. Krissy's eyes opened slowly, a low moaning still from her slightly parted, bubble-gum pink lips, to the sound of Rosa gagging again quite loudly, the young girl's dark brown eyes frighteningly wide and rolled up in her facedown position, locked in like lasers on Krissy's wickedly cut, outrageous, gigantically pumped up and slithering muscles.

Looking the cowering maid directly in her eyes, Krissy brought one slab of beef upwards towards her relatively tiny head, and made a kissing gesture with her full, glossy pink lips. Then, she flexed her gargantuan bicep - the already freakishly huge, uunflexed mound of mass surged, a disgusting volleyball of steel she-meat erupting, and the tip of the thick, skin-stretching mounntain of beef kissed the young musclegirl's waiting, daintily pink pursed lips. Rosa did not retch this time at the egregious display of freakish mass and striated development, and this brought a smile to the blown-up, vein-riddled bodybuilderette's face.

Looking down to Tom, the euphoria of her own cumming now a warm tingling wave across her freakishly inflated, swollen body, she crawled off the bed, thick muscles swimming violently under morphing, glistening taut skin that squealed like a rubbed balloon as her fully pumped physique swelled, rumbled, and reformed with the revolting movement of her bulging mounds of meat. Tom's exposed manhood was insane looking to Krissy - it was admittedly huge itself, veins pumping visibly in a poeticly strange similarity to the volcanic, impossibly massive, drug-enhanced girlie-muscles that had caused his stiff condition in the first place.

"Jack off to the most muscular girl in the world, Tom," Krissy cooed seductively. The young muscle-goddess was drunk on power and the aftershocks of her own explosive orgasm. "Jack off to my sick, HUGE muscles, you know that you need to," she continued in a teasing, singsong voice as Tom's manhood jerked around, possessed. Tom gave in without a second's more resistance and grabbed his wild manhood with both extreme excitement and strange shame at the prospect of degrading himself in front of the young, stark-naked, robustly muscled sexpot, not to mention the young maid met quite abruptly just minutes before just feet away.

Krissy cooed in a velvet whisper, "Good boy," and straddled his prone, laid out form, her bowling ball stuffed, striated ass and beef-bloated, corded thighs above his head, his head itself surrounded by ominously bulging calf muscles that erupted sickeningly from Krissy's diminutive ankles and knees. As Tom began to stroke himself slowly, Krissy spoke.

"See, senorita," she started in a velvet, teasing, sing-song voice, alternating looks from a worshipful Rosa down to Tom with half-lidded green eyes, "everybody likes muscle, especially big... pumped.... veiny, stroooonnnng girlie-muscles, right Tom?"

"Lo siento," the doe eyed maid whispered, finally raising her head a bit from the hot puddle in front of her and running her hand across her mouth. "Usted es monstruo muscular de sexo femenino... " she continued, pushing herself off the ground slowly, shame and wanting trading places on her young face.

Krissy giggled a bit, looking at the young, thin girl as she pushed herself up, eyes still locked in on her inflated, disgustingly bloated bicep. "Yes, I am a 'muscle-monster'," she said in a silky whisper, and immediately made her terriffic meat-mass swell with a naturally impossible, bile-raising latspread. Her taut skin literally creaked, more skin-stuffing, body-stretching muscle from God knew where coalescing on top of her existing, freakish musculature - she was insanely developed, bigger than the biggest of the female, big-jawed and musclebound injectors, bigger than even the last Mr. Olympia - her chemically advanced, steroid-fed, outrageously mountainous physique was simultaneously ridiculous, awesome, and so vilely cut, veiny, and masculine in build and development that any normal person would surely vomit just like Rosa had at the mere sight of her horribly muscular, unnatural young body. Tom groaned in weird vocal spurts from the floor as her meat-packed body nearly doubled in thickness with her titantic flex bare feet from his face.

"And I think you like what you see," Krissy continued, glancing back for a moment to Tom, who was masturbating furiously, eyes nearly bulging from their sockets as he was looking from calf to bulging, grapefruit sized calf and moaning as his femuscle-induced, blacked-out mind began to become cognizant again, realizing once more the unbelievable monstrosity of muscles that stood above him, young, gorgeous, and near bursting with steroid-fed development.

"Usted quiere los músculas grandes, que bombean?" she asked Rosa quietly, releasing her gigantic latspread and crunching her ten pack of bubbling, horrifyngly veiny abdominals, and saw a wide smile break on her face, dispensing any further confusion of what the young maid wanted. "Big, bulging muscles?" she asked again in English, just to clarify, and Rosa's head nodded to Krissy's satisfaction. "Say it, Rosa, Digalo," Krissy whispered, so softly that Rosa could barely hear it over the groans of pleasure coming from Tom, raising and lowering in intensity and volume as if the man was in agony.

"Quiero ser enorme, mis músculas así que grande puedo caber apenas en un bikiní. Músculas masivas, venosas, por todas partes mi cuerpo...." Rosa spoke with an ever raising confidence in her voice. "Want huge muscles - I'll no be able to squeeze in bikini, veins all over me," the young maid carefully translated herself, now broadly smiling at the thoughts of her body matching Krissy's superheroine's physique, being that strong and big, an unstoppable feminine force.

"That we can handle, my little musculita," Krissy giggled, her rugged stomach protruding garishly with thick tennis-ball sized, vascular abdominal bulges, and stepped toward Rosa, her hand outstretched at the end of a thick, freakish, vein and artery roped band of bulging, striated muscle bellies and insertions.

"But first, what I came here to do in the first place," she said matter of factly, her eyes turning again to Tom's shaking form, his eyes half-closed in bliss as he freely drooled and moaned like a mental ward patient, his vantage point providing a perfect view of the young muscle-loaded goddess' swells of ridiculous hamstrings, corded with tendon, bulging at the top to bubblish, overly exaggerrated, squared glutes, each full, meat stuffed exposed cheek feathered with mind melting-striations and crawling smallish, worm-like veins. Krissy stared at his shaking form for a minute, amazed at his impressive longevity, as most of her clients nearly always blew their first load just looking at her beef-injected body in her tiny schoolgirl outfit, or at least when she got down to her bra and panties - usually this would send most of her clients, even the biggest muscle fanatics, into a frenzied, sticky mess. Tom had outlasted all, allowing Krissy to really pump up, get huge for him, have him worship her entire steroid-fueled bulging mass, an intense, hours-lasting muscle exhibition she had greedily, selfishly put on for both herself and her client.