Alternate Shopping Trip Part 2

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Tony looked  down at the headless, still quivering
body and grinned, rubbing his muscled hand across his hardening
crotch.  He was hugely turned-on and was more than
ready to do something about it.
The cops would be arriving soon - that's when the real fun
would begin - but for now he had serious fucking to do.
He'd been holding back too long, and now nothing was going
to stop him, not the cops, not a whole fucking army. His
flexed enormously thinking of his strength, his power, his
unstoppability.  He walked over to the now
unmoving corpse and grabbed the guard's revolver out it's
holster. Holding it up so Pete could see it, he started
slowly squeezing, his monstrous forearms swelling, veins
popping and with a smirk of utter superiority and a slight
grunt began grinding the gun to pieces as if it were made
of cheap plastic. Brushing off what remained of the gun
from his hand he brought arms slowly up into a massive double
bicep, grinning, his whole impossibly huge body seeming
to swell as if it was filling up with power of an entire
fleet of nuclear submarines.(Which wasn't far off)
The power, the strength felt so fucking good, he couldn't
get enough.

He dreamed of wrecking shit, destroying cars, machines whatever
challenged him with nothing more than his muscle power,
to feel it fight him and finally yield and then the feeling
of destroying it, tearing it slowly and sensuously to pieces,
roaring his utter superiority.

For whatever reason he had that power now, and it seemed
to be growing in him, strengthening with every exertion.
He was beyond human, invincible, and so strong and hard
that he could kill with the gentlest squeeze, crushing any
potential human lover long before he could reach orgasm.

Suddenly Pete's muscle-wrecked car started looking pretty
good to him. A little small, but a good place to start.
The

terrified look on Pete's face was really bringing out the
predator in him. Tony smiled as he started walking towards
the car, slowly sizing up his "lover." The garage had cleared
out of spectators after they saw what happened to the security
guard. No matter, Pete was there to watch, trapped inside
the car, and Tony knew this was just the beginning, the
first in an endless stream of spectacular muscle-fucks.
And since his strength seemed to grow with each challenge,
his next "lover" would have to be big enough to take the
increased strain his growing mega-strength will bring to
bear, holding up against incredible pressures as he fucked
it, holding up at least until he blasts what's left of it
to pieces with his muscle cum.
Oh yeah, so much metal and steel and concrete - so little
time. When he reached Pete's car he just stopped and stood
there, looking down at the quivering Pete from atop the
mountain of his upper body. He brought his arms up again,
slowly flexing and feeling the power again. Grinning, he
grabbed his crotch and started squeezing, exerting enough
pressure to crush granite - his cock responded by growing
and hardening into a rod so strong bullets would bounce
off.   The thought of that really turned him on.

He imagined the cops firing at his stronger than steel body,
bullets ricocheting everywhere, barely tickling him.
"MMMMMmmmmm".  He groaned and ran his big hands
over his abs and pecs, squeezing the muscle.
He could hear the sirens in the distance, breaking his reverie,
but not his mood.  With a slight scowl
he reached down and grabbed the front of the car on either
side, the metal crunching deliciously in a grip that had
not begun to exert its real power. As he effortlessly pulled
the car up and to him, his throbbing, rock-hard cock burst
through the flimsy fabric of his shorts.
He set his feet far apart, and lifting the front end of
the car until the top of the hood was level with his chin,
he looked through the windshield at Pete, who by now was
in total panic.  This was beginning to annoy
Tony, so he started shaking the car until Pete was knocked
briefly unconscious.  That's better,
Tony thought, now it's time to get down to business.
The lightness and fragility of the car worried him slightly,
that it might not be strong enough to take him, to take
him where he wanted to go.  He
made a mental note to be as "gentle" as possible and lowered
the car onto his waiting and eager cock.
He let go of the car and let his cock support the weight.
The resistance felt great, perfect, the warm metal bending
in from the pressure of the weight of the car on his cock.
Of course this was not nearly enough, so grabbing the sides
of the car again, squeezing down, and rearing his hips back,
he RAMMED his rod into the warm underbelly of the engine,
slamming through metal and sending Tony into heaven.
Again and again he rammed the car, his hips and squeezing
arms doing more damage than he had intended but, but not
so much that the car couldn't hold together long enough
for him to finish his business.
It was the greatest feeling he had ever experience and his
cock started taking over his brain, his consciousness clouding
over with lust, his arms crushing the car down on his pulsing
rod as he battered his way through the weakening machine.
Unfortunately for Pete, the car was being slowly but unstoppably
chewed up by Tony as the now almost purely instinct-driven
musclegiant had to squeeze more and more of the car's metal
together to offer his cock the resistance it craved and
repeatedly blasted through.
Yeahhhhh??.GOOooooooD,  REAL GOOOOOD,
grunt, squeeze, grunt grunt grunt, mmmmmmmm YEAH!!
Right then it happened - he started unleashing his load
in the wildest, slowest,meanest cum-blast he had ever experienced.
He roared, roared so long and loud that every car windshield
in the car park exploded, even tires couldn't take the strain,
exploding left and right, cars sinking deliciously to their
knees - every ounce of their combined horsepower nothing
compared to his.  His chest heaved magnificently
as he gulped heroic breath after breath, seeming to kick
up breeze as his colossal lungs greedily created a vacuum
around him.  He looked down to see a terrified
Pete squeezed in to what was left of the car, bruised but
alive.  Great, Tony thought as his body slowly

began to recover from his exertions, his plaything was still
with him for another round, and this godlike orgasm and
the destruction he had wrought only left him wanting more.
With a sigh of deep satisfaction, smirking and running his
huge hands over his heaving mountain range pecs,
all the while watching the terrified Pete, he reached down
to his sex toy that was once a car and in which Pete was
entombed alive and grabbed the tortured metal.
With an almost impossible ease he started gently (for him)
ripping the wreck in half, the screeching of metal louder
than an explosion.  No problem for Tony,
who was turned on by the sound and feel of steel resisting
slightly and then almost instantly giving up the ghost to
his monstrous power.  Poor Pete wascompletely
deaf by this point however.
But that was the least of his worries. Gradually Tony continued
to rip the car apart, slowly enough that he could watch
to see that he didn't endanger his plaything trapped, his
inspiration. Finally, the wreck was sufficiently torn open
that he could reach in and deftly lift the babbling Pete
out of the car and drop him in a small heap.
He wasn't quite finished with the car, though.
Lifting it

easily in his arms he wanted to give Pete a taste of what
awaited him and started grinding more and more of the ruin
in a monstrous bear hug, mashing and chewing up more and
more into the space between his arms and thepulsing boulders
of granite of his chest.  Even his
abs got into the act, heaving greedily as if they wanted
some of the action.
It was as if

the wreck were being devoured by his muscles, grinding and
chewing and pumping and grunting and? suddenly all this
expenditure of power was just too much, and his mighty hips
started slowly bucking involuntarily, his body

hunching over slightly, his feet planted far apart.
Groaning, he dropped the nowuseless heap of cum-soaked,
overstressed metal and looked around forsomething to help
him finish what he had unexpectedly started.
Pete was useless for this, he'd squash him long before he
could come.   He did look forward
to ripping him to pieces idly in the afterglow, however,
slowly and as torturously as possible, but for now he was
way too turned on and needed a sturdier "partner."
Looking around, he spotted just the thing? and started walking
slowly and deliberately toward one of the car park's support
pillars.  As he reached his destination he growled
deeply and  took the  cylinder
of concrete and steel in a mighty, unbreakable embrace.
Just as he did this, a dozen or so screaming cop cars came
tearing around the corner, one after another,
surrounding Tony and Pete, and the heavily armed police
jumped out of their cars aiming their guns on the now very
aroused musclebeast Tony.  And
unfortunately for them, a musclebeast who was really really
pissed at being interrupted.......