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FULL BOOK, BITCHES!! A mega muscular teenager challenges the Queen of the Amazons–the most powerful BEAST in the universe!

Diane stood before all her kingdom, ready to be judged. The princess of the Amazons had committed a grave crime—one for which other Amazons had been sentenced to death—, but she was calm and haughty, just like how royals tend to behave. «Nothing will come out of this,» she told herself, looking at the vast pantheon filled with the Amazonian elite—three hundred gorgeous muscle women, maybe more, watching her, waiting for her judgment. «The most I will get is a slap on the wrist,» the princess thought. «Worst case scenario, we get into a fight.» She then smiled. «Well, I guess that’s the best case scenario.»

Diane was like a big parent who agreed to partake on the theatre play of his children just to make them feel proud of themselves. She had no intention of carrying through with that nonsense, nor did she have any concrete fear of being hurt or detained—even by three hundred mighty Amazons all at once.

Everyone who saw her knew one thing: there was no way to stop that woman. All Amazons were tall, beautiful, and outrageously muscular, but Diane was even more ludicrously so. At little over twenty-two years of age, that youth put the others to absolute shame with her 7’6ft-tall, 500-pound muscular body. Diane never even bothered hitting the gym or exercising as assiduously as the other Amazons, yet she developed a physique which was, quite possibly, the second most well-endowed of all the beauties in the isles—behind only the massive body of…

«Just look at ‘em poor things.» The princess looked around the pantheon, seeing the hundreds of trembling, panting women gazing at her with so much desire. She had dared to come back to Themyscira dressed in her costume: a tight, blue-and-red spandex that stuck so firmly to her body it didn’t even look like clothing, but body-paint. Her golden (the only thing that wasn’t glued to her skin) was stretched to its limits thanks to her wide hips and her ungodly thick legs.

That woman was perfection in every sense of the word. Her body communicated strength, fertility, masculinity, and stamina in a way no other Amazon could. Many tongues were unrolled, dripping with desire, and Diane could hear the crossing of dozens, if not dozens of legs as she knew she was being coveted and admired by the hungry audience.

They too, after all, wanted a good spectacle. Nobody believed the princess would be punished, but everyone was sure she was going to do… something!… that would be well-worth their time and wait. It was well-known that Diane, aside from being a princess and a superhero, was a domineering Alpha female who collected lovers like certain species of birds collect pebbles for their nests: she was ravenous to the point of pathology! How many men and women had she consumed since she left the isles, many on the audience wondered, looking at one another and being sure that, oh, Diane had consumed them all.

They were not just mere members the Amazonian elite; those women were all of Diane’s past lovers, from summer romances to one-night flings, to routine booty-calls to side-pussies for when she was bored. Diane looked at them and smiled, remembering the fun time she had with each and every one of them, knowing they could never forget the potency of her fingers, the length and power of her tongue, the flexibility of her body, the ferociousness of her fists! No hole in those women had been unexplored by the craving Amazon, and there was an unspoken consensus that all of them wanted the princess to be set free so she could once again do to their bodies what no creature, human or god, could ever do after they met her.

Diane lifted her hands and tried to crack her knuckles, but the Lasso of Honesty, which bound her wrists, made the action very difficult. Still she flexed, making her biceps stretch the lasso to its limits, creating a loud noise that brought everyone’s attention to her and made all those warriors gulp and shiver.

The princess smiled. “That’s how you lik’a see me, huh?” She flexed again, this time making a wave of muscles rippling down from her chest to her hips. “All tied up for you?” The lasso was wrapped around her neck, her arms, her lower chest, her abs, and her legs. It was the only unbreakable object for the Amazon; no matter how much she tried, she would never free herself from her own weapon, but still she felt she could beat all those contenders in it—and with her eyes closed!

Diane looked down, feeling the pressure of the lasso on her swollen muscles. Her breasts were almost swallowing the knot over her belly; those two beautiful, bouncing orbs so big and hard they were almost tearing the woman’s costume apart.

Diane kept turning around, making sure all the beauties there could witness every inch of her over-developed body. “I’ve grown a great deal since I’d last been here.” The Amazon was all games and smiles, biting her lips as she flexed so liberally. “I’m taller, I’m thicker. Guess there ain’t one bimbo soul in these isles able to pin me down.” She flexed her guns again, and her biceps swelled to such outrageous proportions many Amazons covered their mouths, afraid she was actually going to tear the Lasso. “Oh, look! My babies are so big… and so hard!”

She flexed her biceps harder, putting the lasso under tremendous stress. Thick veins grew over the Amazon’s neck, which was also tied by the lasso, and she had to pause and struck a pose so that the energy flowed through her body uninterrupted.

Her ten-pack abs trembled, each muscle growing and bloating into an obscene, rigid mass. Every inch of the lasso was stressed and tearing up, with the loud, stretching noises only turning her on. Her thighs bloated into tree trunks of steel—legs as thick and muscular as a horse’s—and her ass hardened to such a degree many thought the swollen buttocks were going to slap against the woman’s spine!

Her glutes were so hard and over-muscular that they were permanently perking up; when relaxed, they looked flexed, and when flexed like looked like growing, bloating beasts threatening to tear the fabric of whatever clothes she wore.

Her skirt too was stretching, much frailer than the rest of her uniform. Her clothes seemed to have been made of a special, indestructible cloth, which allowed them to resist that muscle growth without tearing up in a million pieces, but the skit seemed to be the exception: its fibers were torn one by one, and its width grew visibly with the woman’s widening hips, much beyond the maximum size it was designed to withstand.

“Oh, sisters!” Diane’s voice was deep, groveling, purring. “My breasts are so hard!” She shook her chest, making those gigantic beauties dance. “It’s been many hours since I had a good pair of lovers on my arms. You know, sisters, how important are your mouths and your tongues for breasts this overdeveloped.” As she gave them a naughty look, Diane heard many of their pussies dripping. Some women were visibly panting, rocking their bodies to-and-fro while threads of sweet nectar flowed down their legs. They were all moist, and the only difference between the strong- and the weak-willed was whether they let their cunts drip or not.

One of these strong women –the Head Instructress, trainer and mentor of all the archipelago’s warriors—sat in the front rows, clearly shaken by Diane’s exhibitionism, but still managing to contain all her fluids inside of her, even if barely! The mighty Amazon had her thick, bulky legs crossed, with the juices piling up inside her pussy and some drips leaking onto her thighs. The woman focused: «no!» Diane could hear her telling herself: «I ain’t falling for this again!»

The princess of the Amazons turned to her and stepped closer. Everyone could see she was looking at her, which brough extreme shame and arousal to that flustered woman. “Head Instructress!” Diane exclaimed pompously, flexing every one of her muscles as she moved: legs bloating, biceps swelling, abs shredded, and her tits bouncing loudly, with splashy sounds every time they moved. “Don’t you want to lend me a help with those two massive tits?” She shook her bosom, and two large stains grew in her uniform. “Oh, Instructress, they are so full!! I know you are the only one in these isles able to drink all of my offering!” Diane spread her legs out, as much as the Lasso allowed, and the Amazons were hypnotized by the drips of nectar flowing down her legs. “Head Instructress, your princess is so aroused! Come here and satiate this fire with your mouth, your tongue, your fingers!” She winked. “I know you want, and I know only you can.” She mockingly turned her head to the other Amazons. “None of these have what you got. I am much stronger, much thirstier now, and in those whole damned isles, I know you are still the only one able to take on me.

“Diane, please!” Still, the Instructress was too distracted by her former apprentice’s massive breasts. The stains were growing quickly on her costume! Oh! Was she really lactating that much, and so soon?! “Princess, my liege, have some respect.”

The princess walked quickly to the mural that separated the arena from the audience. With one effortless hop, she stood on top of it, looking at her Instructress in the eye. “Fuck you.” She said aloud, drawing many gasps from the Amazons. “You know I don’t care about a thing in this world; I only care about you, master, and your thick, muscular body pinning mine on the ground, punishing me like the bad girl I am.”

“Diane… please…” But the Instructress was paralyzed by Diane’s tongue, which slowly licked the woman’s fat, gorgeous lips, creating a loud, slurping sounds that caused many a dozen of Amazons to shiver. The princess’s bosom was dangling so close to hers! Those were the two most massively-endowed women in the islands, and their bosoms were so great they nearly touched even when the women stood a few feet apart from one another.

Diane leaned closer, her seductive gaze consuming the Instructress like a predator. “Fuck me.” She flexed her chest, and her breasts squirted milk under the costume. “Do me. I’m all tied up and ready for you!”

“Diane… please!”

The Instructress had no more words, however, when the princess jumped down from the mural, cracking the ground with her feet as she landed. “Wow!” Many gasps were drawn from those excited breasts as the Amazons saw her feet sinking on the stone. The princess was so heavy she could tear any floor she walked on with simple steps.

Still tied and constrained by the yellow, glowing Lasso, Diane turned around and sucked more breaths out of the audience with the sight of her ass. “So much muscle!” One Amazon beside the Instructress commented, drawn by the overdeveloped musculature of Diane’s shoulders and back. “By the gods! How can a young woman have such bulk?!”

Diane raised her shoulders and flexed her arms, and at that moment many gasps and drips could be heard as the women were filled with arousal. Her back was partially flexed to an obscenity of muscles, and her ass hopped jovially, powerfully, making coarse sounds even with the slightest of motions. The woman slowly  began to squat down, sitting on the Instructress’s lap as she looked around and saw many pretty, interesting faces in the audience.

“A lot of new flesh here, I see.” She stared at one Amazon near the Instructress, who was panted and drooled, crossing her legs constantly to try and contain her arousal. “I’ve never met you before, have I, sweetheart?” Diane lifted her arms and stretched, laying down lazily on the poor woman’s lap. “I’ve never fucked you, have I?”

The desperate lady shook her head, unable to speak, while the Instructress made one last (and feeble) attempt to stop the sassy youth: “Diane, enough!” She pushed her mighty bosom, but was met with an incredible resistance. “Fuck!!”

The Amazons were startled when they heard one long, loud splashing sound, like that of a stream being finally let free. Once they looked at the Instructress’s legs, they realized that, oh!, the mighty warrior had squirted herself!

“Not ‘squirted!’” Some whispered. “She’s still squirting!!”

The Instructress would be ashamed if she wasn’t so aroused. “Fuck!” She had her hands on Diane’s buttocks, and those muscles were incredible! “Oh, fuck!!” She touched, squeezed, and fumbled them, drawing more ounces of liquids from her cooch. “Oh, for the gods! Fuck!!” She looked at her lover and smiled. How long it had been since she last touched her! “Your ass is amazing, Diane!”

The princess, then, laid on her lap and shook her massive hips, provoking a stronger, louder gush from the woman. “I know.” Her massive breasts were shaking, so bountiful and jovial, and all her muscles were rippling, inviting the touch. “Have at thee, my lover.” Diane stretched out, laying down completely on her woman, resting her feet on the mural and exposing her full body to dozens of craving eyes. “Your princess is all tied up just for you.”

The Instructress knew she shouldn’t—and she did it. She raised her hands on the princess and touched her massive abs, feeling their hardness electrify her. “Fuck!” More nectar burst from her cunt, gushing on the princess’s ass and dripping loudly on the floor. “You’ve… gods!” She cleared her throat. “You’ve really grown!”

Diane smiled, shaking her breasts and making the stains grow. “I’ve grown bigger, harder, fuller.” She raised her hands to the Instructress’s face, fondling her cheeks very lovingly. “Come. Take my dress down and suck on my breasts.” Many women gasped, astounded by her forwardness. “I know you wanna.” She looked to the other, inexperienced Amazon. “I know you all want to!”

Something in her eyes invited the newbie to do the unthinkable: with her hands trembling, she touched one of those breasts with the tip of her finger, only to immediately retrieve her hand and pant: “aahee!!” Her moan was long and high-pitched. Juices exploded from her cunt in a lousy mess: *spluursh!!* There was a loud flood on the seat and the floor as many Amazons looked at her, astounded by the volume of her ejaculate.

“For the gods, woman, what have you done?”

The poor lady could only look at them and reply: “I’m sorry, but… they’re just so hard!”

Diane smiled, having fun with her sweet innocence. “You see, Instructress? Even the newbie here recognizes a good breast when she sees one.” She looked to her enraptured lover. “Why don’t you fumble those breasts a bit harder…”

“Diane, stop it!”

“…so that you can feel what a real woman looks and feels like?”

“Diane, stop!” But the Instructress was silenced as Diane, tired of waiting, grabbed her breasts instead! “Fuck!!” The Instructress squirted, her loud, messy jets bathing the MURAL in front of her.

“You’re hard.” Diane squeezed her knockers. “You’re full.” She stuck her tongue out. “Let me taste ‘em, then you come and taste mine.” She licked her lips and left her mouth opened, breathing hot, and sometimes moaning. “Stick your tongue inside me and take me.” She moved her body like a cat stretching out. “I want to cum! Please, Instructress! Please, any of you!” Her eyes moved around the Amazons, who were all panting and shivering. “Make. Me. Cum!”

The princess felt a wonderful pressure in her boobs, and then she realized the novice was grabbing them. “By the gods!!” The touch didn’t last long, however. “Aah!!” Overtaken by arousal, the novice took her hands out and fell out of her seat, immediately moving her fingers to her cunt and frigging herself until everyone could hear the loud, quick splashes of her lubes. “Zeus!!”

Diane and the Instructress felt her squirts on their head and legs, respectively. Diane looked up, seeing the former master mesmerized. “Stop fighting it. It’s useless.” She raised her hands and pulled the Instructress’s face, caressing her chin and cuddling her cheeks. “Don’t fight the attraction. Embrace it.” The Instructress saw herself closer and closer to Diane’s full, red lips. Her heartbeat could be heard from the other side of the arena. Her vulva throbbed like a heart, one long stream of lubes flowing endlessly from it.

The Instructress was built like a brickhouse, and the combined weight of both women was enough to make the seat crack. Still, she only felt great peace and comfort on the princess’s muscles, knowing that the princess felt the same on hers. They were two ladies as big as mares and outrageously fertile, their mighty bosoms shaking as the loads of milk in them made loud, tempting noises.

The Instructress could feel Diane’s warm breath in her mouth. Suddenly, she couldn’t come any closer: her massive breast was blocked by Diane’s, which squirted even more milk in her costume. The Instructress’s squirted too, and soon their bountiful chests were rubbing against each other with wet noises, lactating harder as their hugged each other stronger and brought their lips to a close.

“Diane!” A powerful scream cut them short, and Diane felt a tremendous arousal in her nerves. “Get back to your place!”

All the Amazons were startled, going back quickly to their seats, but the princess acted like it was nothing serious—the only one of them unafraid of the booming voice.

“It’s been a long time… my queen.” The daring youth looked to the tall platform in front of the arena, from where a blinding glimmer came.

“Get back. I won’t repeat myself again.”

Sighing, Diane slowly stood from the Instructress’s lap, turning her back to her lovers and whispering: “you ain’t seen the last of me yet, my beauties” She winked, then leapt back into the arena.

The Amazons held their breaths, watching the princess and her rival exchange fiery glances across the arena. Diane was the spectacle everyone already knew, but the Queen was an even rarer sight—one that barely ever appeared to such a large audience, even during the most sacred of ceremonies.

Despite her coolness, Diane sensed her own heart beating faster. «I won’t be intimidated by this golden skank. Not anymore!» She still remembered the last time she spent with her, and her blood boiled with the fires of revenge… and arousal!

The calm, arrogant words of the Queen still resonated in her ears, like they had met yesterday: «I will allow you to fuck me, dear… if you defeat me in a fight.» She had cracked her knuckles and stepped out of her throne that day, ordering away her servants with royal gestures while facing the young princess without a thread of fear. “If you force me to admit defeat, I’m yours forever.” She stretched her arms, and her myriad of muscles struck fear directly in Diane’s heart. “Ready when you are.”

The princess still felt in her bones the brutal pummeling she got from the matriarch. How cruelly she was pinned against the floor and punched through the walls until the palace was crumbling! How effortlessly she was thrown around by the endless blows of the mighty goddess, how beastly she had been beaten in the guts until she was puking blood, how savagely her cunt was struck by the heartless bitch’s fist!

When the Queen said she was going “all out,” she had truly meant it. The beating got so bad that many servants were moved to plead for Diane’s sake, begging in tears and on their knees while the Queen painted the walls red with the teenager’s blood: “please, my queen, she’s just a kid! She doesn’t know any better!” Yet they all shut up once the Queen turned to them her fiery gaze, threatening to turn her fury at their bodies if they didn’t know their place.

Diane remember, oh, how she remembered how at first she was so aroused, then scared, then in pain, then in agony, spewing and sneezing blood while her body was battered from multiple directions simultaneously, almost as if the Queen could teleport and beat her from wherever she chose.  Though the teenager resisted bravely, no one could say she had actually “fought.” For three hours, she took blow after blow after blow, growing purple and bloated with so many bruises, without uttering a word of help, without even thinking about debasing herself next to that Queen. As the hours went by, however, and the beating went from midday to the night, the princess was finally tearing up, barely feeling her own muscles, with her superhuman bones finally close to cracking.

“Please, my queeeeen!!” She cried, and whatever remained of the palace rumbled with her agonizing scream. “Meeeercy!!! I beg you mercy!!” But there was no mercy for the next three or four hours: the Queen grabbed Diane’s neck and shoved her face against walls and furniture of pure metal, bending them with her head. She pushed and pulled the face from the surfaces thousands of times a minute, drilling them with her head, battering them like no living creature could be battered by any other in that world.

And that was far from the end: as blood was spilling all over the rooms, the Queen thrust the body into the air and made her crash against the stone ceilings, which cracked and sometimes succumbed under the blows. Then she leapt into the air and caught the princess’s body before it even started to fall, pulling her down with equal strength into the ground, drilling her on the stone and creating massive craters with the impact. The Queen then lifted Diane’s body in the air and round-house kicked her like a beast, her massive legs turned into a machine of kicks that pummeled the princess dozens of times before her body was thrown at the walls. She punched her guts, slapped her tits, and kicked her cunt countless times in a frenzy while the teenager’s was pressed against a wall, which sooner of later succumbed under the intense, countless blows. The princess coughed pints of blood, painting the Queen red, but nothing disturbed or startled the savage woman, who proceeded to grab her falling body by the hair, lift her up and crush her like a boxing bag.

The hours had become seconds and the second had become an eternity. Time itself was beaten as Diane was brutally, savagely, bestially wrecked and destroyed by that potent lady, who hadn’t even begun to sweat when she realized the punishment had been fitting enough. “I bet you never forget who destroyed you!” She lifted the woman in the air, showing her quasi-corpse to all the servants who still had the guts to witness the massacre. “Lest you want your body used as a wrecking ball again!”

There was no dignity left in Diana that night. From ten in the morning to ten in the night of the following day, she had been crushed with such relentlessness that she never knew when one blow ended and ten others began. Her face was bloodied and disfigured once the Queen was done to her, and her body was one giant purple mass of bruises which must have horrified and scared the servants.

She was left laying on her own blood, which kept pouring in pints from her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her ears, her nipples, her cunt, and her anus. Shapes of fists were engraved in her skin, and some of her muscles were deformed to such an extent that it took them a whole year to get back into shape. The princess whimpered and yelped, still miraculously alive, and when the Queen dropped her on the ground, she felt as if the entire Earth had been thrown against her back: *booom!!*

It took Diane a whole year to heal from her wounds and walk again like a normal Amazon. When the Queen said she was never going to forget that beating, she meant it; there were times when Diane woke up screaming in the Tower of Might, startling her superhero companions:

“Wondrous Woman, what’s going on? What’s happening, Diane, tell us!” And they were all shocked when they saw the princess curling in a fetal position and crying, openly panting as she actually felt the punches and the kicks and the mighty, cruel blows all over again, with even the vivid suffocation of her body being crushed against the walls and beaten to near-death.

“B-b-by g-g-gods!!” At those times, she sounded like a child again. “M-m-mercy, ma’am!! H-have m-mercy!!”

Diane loved a good beating, but that had gone well over the edge. «You’ve nearly broken my spirit, you whore!» She looked up to the woman on the tall platform and felt the rage taking over her every nerve and muscle. «I couldn’t sleep well for years! Fucking years! You made me wet myself in the middle of the night!» Unbeknownst to her, her fury was making her muscles grow and the Lasso be stretched to its limits. «I will fucking end you!!» Diane’s eyes were almost glazing. «I will fucking teach you your rightfully place and make you suffer for what you did to me!!»

A lazy girl before that event, Diane began to assiduously exercise as soon as she got to her feet again. Rarely had she ever hit the gym or wrestle with other Amazons, preferring instead to spend her time idling, swimming, running around on forest, or just slacking off with her friends and lovers. After that beating, thought, it was like a new woman had been born—a much more brutal, relentless woman, and one filled with endless amounts of rage.

“Diane, you need to cool off.” Her teammates sometimes warned her, scared by how vicious she could be in a fight. There were times when Diane hurled entire buildings atop of villains and foes, or other times when she turned big, muscular villains into punching bags even well after they were crying for mercy.

Liking it or not, the Queen of the Amazons had instilled in her princess a taste for sadism, and now that Amazon was about to unleash everything she’d learned on her many years of training and super heroism.

Diane stood in the middle of the Arena, looking up smugly to her Queen. She couldn’t see the woman properly in the middle of all that golden glow that emanated from her body. The youth’s heart was beating quickly, her legs relaxing and involuntarily spreading next to the perfection she was about to see.

Diane might have been a demigoddess… but so was the Queen! The princess could have wandered around freely in those isles like they were her personal harem—and, to a degree, they were—, but privileges ended wherever the Queen could be found: not only was the matriarch also a daughter of Zeus, but many wondered whether the “purity” of her blood was superior to Diane—after all, the sex between a god and a human, as was in Diane’s case, tends to produce lower-ranking offspring than between a god… and a demigoddess!

No one knew who the Queen’s mother was, but many suspected it was some demigoddess like Diane herself. The way the Queen shone and moved, the power in every single muscle, the rumbling of her voice, and just overall her sheer massiveness betrayed a superior bloodline that Diane could only dream with.

Therefore, even though the princess had been training for years to become the mightiest woman alive; even though she had saved the Earth countless times and beaten the ever-living crap out of the most powerful, muscular, virile warlords in the universe; even though she had trained and gained enough muscle mass to be able to punch through a fucking mountain… she was nervous. For the first time since she’s got the beating of her life, Diane was unsure of herself.

Her eyes adjusted to the shine and finally they saw the massive woman. «Fuck!» Standing at eight feet and seven inches, the Queen was just as mighty, busty, and muscular as she’d ever been. Her abs glistened with twelve mighty, swollen muscles under her tank top. Her breasts made rumbling sounds, like iron bars being bent, and were so hard there was barely any jiggle to them.

The super female looked down upon the teenager, smirking like the arrogant cougar she was. Though she clearly saw the princess was bigger, thicker, and stronger, her 22-year-old ass couldn’t compare to her own. The Queen “looked” forty, but even saying that might be dishonest; her skin was perfect and her face was more arousing than Diane’s herself.

The mighty Queen didn’t go to the trouble of flexing her muscles and showing off to the princess. She knew she didn’t have too. Already unflexed, her ass was far mightier, fuller, and harder than the 22-year-old’s. There wasn’t even a comparison to be made between the two Alpha females: if one of them was a puma, the other was a lioness bathed in the blood of a fresh battle. There was a sense of seriousness, a “life-or-death” aura hovering on the arena; an omen saying that whatever arousal they once felt for the princess could now be discarded, and whatever lightheartedness there had been in that situation should be promptly forgotten.

The Queen had arrived, so they better stop fucking around… or else.

“My liege.” Diane slowly bowed, avoiding any irony or sarcasm in the voice. There was a long silence between the Alpha females, during which Diane knew she was being inspected.

“My, oh, my.” The powerful lioness purred. “How big you’ve grown, child, since you last abandoned us.”

“I haven’t…”

“Silence.” And, to everyone’s shock, the princess shut up and bowed again.

She was cursing herself in her head for being so weak-minded, but she hadn’t still adjusted herself to the presence of the Queen. It had been, after all, such long time!

“Now, Diane, what are we supposed to do with you?” The Queen shook her head in disappointment, knowing it was all theatrics. “You’ve abandoned Temiskira. You joined the mortals in their fancy, foolish petty squabbles. You got entangled with a male! You betrayed your kind and spit in the face of the gods! What, oh, child, did you expect by coming back here?”

This time, Diane wasn’t afraid when she looked up: “to fight you.” All the air was sucked out of the hundreds who heard her. “I didn’t come back here to ask for forgiveness. I came here to take your crown off your head—with my bloodied fists, if necessary.” She then flexed her muscles, ready to show off how much she had grown. “Don’t bother with any judgement. I ain’t here to be judged.” The Lasso was stretched, and her muscles had only now begun to truly grow! “I’m not in the mood to hearing your bitch voice. I’m here to kick your fucking ass!”

Everyone watched in awe as Diane did the unthinkable, growing her body until the Lasso was nearly torn off—“everyone,” of course, expect the mighty Queen, who watched the whole spectacle unfazed. “Bring it on… bitch.” She smirked, seeing the princess transform into a raging beast of pure muscle, power, and fertility!

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A muscle giantess pumps GALLONS out of her stud’s 24-inch monster horse cock! [FREE PAGES!]

She’d promised herself she would not stop for anything, however, and stop she didn’t: her body rose and fell on the man’s balls, pumping that miles-long rod with all her mighty as she literally heard the milk sloshing inside the man’s seed-makers, heavy enough to make his legs slowly spread apart as his sack reached the size of two bowling balls. “My poor, little bull!” She pitied him while pumping him in a delirious kind of frenzy. She was torturing that stud and loving every second of it.

She felt that dick increase in girth and power all the time, yet still she felt completely in charge of him, like she was finally a woman who discovered her proper dominance of her man. She tamed that bull like the most experienced of cowgirls, and as she opened her eyes and saw his desperate, quivering face moving from side to side and his head repeatedly hitting the ground, she realized her victory was not a too far-off dream.

She kept pumping. And pumping. And pumping some more! She pumped until splashes of sweat and lube were falling all around her, sprinkling on the man’s enormous muscles and turning into steam upon  contact with them, and her breasts were hosing milk at a maddening pace, her huge gazongas throbbing and producing gallons of that sweet juice, which was shot far beyond the guy’s body, painting the bodies of the dozens of other passed-out women white.

“Fuck!!” She roared, her eyes burning with power. “Fuuuuuck…!!!” She pumped that dick with her whole body three times a second, crushing the man’s balls each time and feeling the dick gain outrageous girth with all the veins that multiplied on it.

At one point, her monster begged: “fuck you, woman!! I’m gonna blow!!”

“No, you’re not!” She quipped back immediately, pumping him mercilessly. “I’m gonna pump you for as long as I wish and you will not; I repeat: not gonna cum!!” She licked her lips. “You only cum when I say so, which is not now! Do you hear me? NOT NOW!” And she pumped him mercilessly

The walls of the catacombs quaked again as her body deliriously pumped that monstrous dick, making the man’s whole body swell as the pent-up energy grew to insane degrees in his sack. Rising and falling with ludicrous power, the Amazon wondered whether she wasn’t awakening something dark and dangerous inside that man’s body. «He’s growing!» She realized, trying to focus her blurred, dizzy sight at him and seeing every muscle of his bigger, heavier, and his whole stature much more imposing that his already terrifying self.

As her pumping motions made louds booms every time she sat on his balls, the woman tried to gauge his height and realized that the man was at least five inches taller than his old self. «He’s about 8’8-feet now!» And her heart throbbed, realizing that he was taller and mightier than even the heaviest of gorillas!

She saw his muscles throbbing and rumbling every time as she pumped his dick, like she was an air pump making her man grow more and more swollen. She felt power and fire on the man’s veins, the blood literally making his skin shiver with the speed of its flow.

She did so for ten minutes: pumping! Ravishing that cock with her full body, making the man quiver on the ground until he was periodically screaming for mercy: “fucking whore, you cunt!! Stop it! I’m gonna blow!”

Yet she confidently admonished him every time: “no, you’re not, my bull. You’re way stronger than that!” The dick had grown to about eight inches of width –two inches of which were pure veins and blood. “Fuck, you’re so built! You’re hot like a volcano! Fuck! I wish I could see your balls now!” She licked her lips, delaying her gratification too for as long as possible so that the pleasure of her eventual release would be unbeatable. “They must be so swollen and heavy!” Her ass, smacking the man’s balls, let her know that she may have been underestimating it all. «Fuck!» She always tried to hide her fears as she though. «Fuck, this bull is big! It’s like I’m sitting on a bag of cement! Seriously, though, how big are his balls?»

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“Foreplay” and “Endowment” (Two NEW RELEASES!!)

A muscular Amazon woman could not believe so much pleasure was possible… just with the fingers of her lover!

A fitness Amazon lady meets a mysterious, dark-haired, Greek-god of a man in a party… and is immediately swept off her feet by his incredible charisma, charm and matchless muscular frame.

The man oozes sex and virility through every pore of his massive, 6.6ft-tall mountain-hard muscle body! But even in her wildest expectations she could not be prepared… for what he was going to do to her that night!

In this book, you’ll witness the beginning of the greatest night in a woman’s life —more specifically, how a man can reduce his lady to near-fainting experiences of pleasure… three times in a row!… just with the power of his touch!

How can just one man, with his bare hands, be better than five other well-endowned, muscular dudes with their entire bodies combined?

How can just one guy, with his relentless touch, push his lady to a near out-of-body orgasmic experience? Honestly, you can only read it to believe! No more words need to be typed here; you must experience the rest… all by yourself!


How big can a guy truly be? How strongly can a man wreck a bed with his amazing lovemaking skills? And how many times can a woman reach the summit of pleasure… in a single minute??

These are all questions that swirl around the head of a tall, thick muscular goddess as she witnesses the sheer size of her lover!

She can’t believe that guy can be real —or even fanthom the amount of pleasure he so effortlessly makes her feel with simple, yet creative uses of his gargantuan tool

This book narrates, in ludricrous details, the greatest night in a fitness woman’s life on the hands of the world’s biggest, most virile, most skilled stud!

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WordPress was a bad, bad idea! (follow me on Twitter and Instagram instead)

When I started my erotica career, I didn’t imagine that the most effective methods for sales and marketing would be the simplest (and cheapest) ones.

While my investments on a custom website (sexyalphatales.com) and this WordPress accounts were (almost) for nothing, the standard, low-cost, low-maintenance venues like Amazon.com (duh!), Twitter and Instagram were by far my best investments of all.

Well, well! That’s a very peculiar trait of mine, you know: I’m too hasty, too over-thinking, and it takes me a lot of trial and error to finally see what’s usually the simplest and most effective strategy to most people.

Aaaah, silly me!

I know that WordPress is a killer platform for those who actually know how to use it… but I’m not one of these people. 😐

That’s why most of you who subscribed to my website (thanks a lot!!) are not getting any news from here: there’s no point for me to update it! :”'(

Communication proved to be much better, honest and simpler on my social media accounts. As I’m not yet a big name in erotica, there’s not much use for big, elaborate websites or more time-consuming projects like this.

But, of course, I’m so immensely grateful to all those beautiful people following me here! ❤ ❤ ❤ I might still someday find a use for this blog… but that day might still be far off!

You should follow me on my social media instead! 😉 I’m actually publishing two new books every week (usually Mondays or Tuesdays) which is amazing!

My portfolio is here: amazon.com/author/gigipopo

As for my Twitter… I absolutely ADORE it! It is so simple, effective, fun and freeing! For fast and quick communication, it’s absolutely addicting!

And, of course, you can see that my Instagram is getting pretty sexy.

I like flexing my Photoshop muscles (hehe) with these images of ultra-hot, sexy muscular gods and goddesses under cute, inspirational quotes to brighten your day!

What’s not to love about it? 😀 😀 ❤

So, my beautiful people, this is just a heads up about my activities. I do not like to leave this beautiful blog without updates, so I hope this humble post will suffice for now.

How long has it been since I don’t post here? One month? Over two? Ha, ha, ha! 😀

I’ve been loving my life as an erotica writer… and, judging by my sales, you seem to be loving it too! 😎 ⭐ ⭐

Again: I can’t thank you enough for all your support! You’re the most awesome readers an author can ask for! So many kisses!! *mwah!* *mwah!!* *mwah!!*❤ ❤ ❤

Alright, okay. Thanks for reading! Stay alert for my next book releases next week. 😉 Kisses, luvs! See ya!

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How could they make “Aladdin” so unsexy and unappealing??

So, Disney has released a new “trailer” for their upcoming live-action remake of “Aladdin”, and the Internet seems to be all the rage with it… for all the wrong reasons.

I almost didn’t catch this trailer due to so much work. The only reason I found it is because of this Vice article, which (rightfully) tore the teaser down to shreds.

I mean… what are they doing to the classics of my childhood?! How on Earth did they think this was acceptable?!

Everybody is talking about the Genie and how horrifying it looks… and they are right. Will Smith has been flundering hard on Hollywood in the past few years and this pic, apparently, won’t help change the tides of his career.

Not that he needs any more “assistance” for his career, of course —gee, I wish I had his professional “problems”—, but still, for a star that was once the unfailing name of Hollywood blockbusters (and a certified, tasty piece of chocolate hunk), these past few years have been a fall from grace.

I might talk more about my sweetheart Smith later on this post or on another occasion, but for now I want to focus on what really matters.

Yes, because the true problem of this remake is not Will Smith, not the Genie, but the fact that it is, as a whole, deeply unsexy!

That’s right: unsexy! It’s boring, it’s plain-looking and, sometimes, it’s downright ugly! And the main fault for that lies, in my opinion, on the casting.

OMG, the casting for this thing is atrocious! It’s like they’ve handpicked precisely the ‘wrongest’ actors for each part, with disastrous results!

But, Gigi, what are you talking about? This is a Disney movie! It’s for kids! It’s not suppooosed to be sexy!”

Huh, hello-ooh! Are you serious?? Of course a Disney movie can be sexy!

Actually, in my view, it’s meant to be sexy! That’s how the movies of my childhood were: filled with innocence and dreams, yes, but also super sexy!

Don’t you realize it’s ‘Aladdin’ we’re talking about? Freaking Aladdin! I mean… his is the hunkiest boy of out childhoods, isnt’t he? Are you saying that a remake featuring precisely one of the HOTTEST boys Disney has ever drawn shouldn’t be sexy?

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