The Bull Part I …Tony made his way out of the water and up the beach, the sun glistening off his huge, dripping frame. He was hungrier than hell. It had been over three hours since he had devoured the great white, and destroying the submarine had taken a lot of energy. The massive pump he sported made it worthwhile, though. But that pump needed feeding, and it needed feeding NOW. It was time to tank up, absorb huge quantities of protein, and continue his rampage through the city. Spotting the city's slaughterhouse, Tony stopped, stretched, and rubbed his big hand over his abs as if to soothe his growling stomach. There should be plenty enough meat there, even for him. A real all-you-can-eat. And Tony can eat. And nothing gets between him and his meal. Being a Sunday, there was no one around. Too bad, he could go for a little mayhem right now, his hunger making him cranky. Still, there'd be plenty opportunity for that after lunch. He really needed to get to work destroying bridges and rail lines leading out of the city, as well as the airport. These dumb fucks would figure out what they were up against sooner or later, and though they couldn't stop him, they'd probably try to evacuate, and there's no fun in leveling a ghost town. It was the smell of fear and the terrified, anguished, desperate screams of the inhabitants that gave the mass destruction a special flavor. Tony reached the huge brick building quickly, his hunger adding urgency to his step. The massive rolled door, locked or not locked, was irrelevant as Tony slammed one fist and then the other into a wall, a huge hole opening up instantly . Disappointed at its puny resistance, he pushed his way through the opening, and finding the hole too small for his massive shoulders, just flexed his delts, shattering his way in. Reaching one of the huge refrigerators, Tony grabbed the door and ripped the whole thing off its hinges and tossed it away. Inside he yanked an entire side of beef off the chain that held it suspended, and took it back outside where he could enjoy his lunch. His mighty arms wrapped around it in a bear-hug, he devoured the entire side in less than two minutes, tearing huge chunks off with his teeth and sucking them down, barely chewing. When all the meat was off the bone he ate that too, crunching happily, sucking the marrow. Soon, nothing of it was left, hundreds of pounds of meat and bone in his belly, his muscles already beginning to absorb the protein, their strength and density growing by the second. Tony belched and flexed and groaned with pleasure at the sensation of his muscles throbbing with new power and size. As he made his way back in for seconds, his gargantuan body still hungry for more, he heard rustling and the sound of heavy hooves coming from behind the slaughterhouse. There he found a large steel enclosed pen. Inside: an enormous and very restless bull. Genetically engineered for extra aggression, size, and strength, it was at least three times the weight of a normal bull, all of it muscle and bone. Tony sized the bull up and saw a worthy opponent - but one that he would humiliate and defeat utterly. An evil smile crossed his lips - why settle for just another side of beef, when he could have the whole thing… Walking up to the pen, Tony realized the bull had not yet noticed him. It was time to make himself known. Grabbing the bars, he started to rip them up out of the reinforced concrete, but then changing his mind, he just forced them down, crushing and tearing the steel bars, pushing them screeching into the dirt, his arms and shoulders flexing with new might, pleasured by the resistance of the collapsing steel. He had the bull's attention. And though a good eight-foot section of the enclosure was crushed and open, the genetically altered behemoth wasn't going anywhere. Grinning, Tony stepped over the broken steel and sauntered casually toward his latest plaything, his pumped arms held wide but relaxed, his balls pushed forward by his massive, twitching thighs, his hardening dick swaying from side to side with each ground-shaking step. Clenching his fists absent-mindedly, his forearms flexed into sides of beef themselves, criss-crossed by huge, throbbing veins. Feeling he was close enough to enrage the animal, Tony stopped about 30 feet from the bull, set his feet wide, planted his hands on his hips, and waited for his opponent to make the first move. Taking a deep breath, he looked down approvingly at his pecs as he flexed them into mountains of power. The gigantic bull charged, snorting and raging and closing fast on Tony. Unconcerned, he stood his ground. Just as the tons of muscle and bone hurtled into range, Tony reached out and quickly grabbed a horn in each mighty hand, the bull pushing him back step after step, its power surprising Tony, shaking his complacency. Step after step, he was driven back by the incredible momentum and sheer massive brute strength of the bull. He'd had enough. Time to show this puppy what real man strength was all about, what fucking brutal really means. Flexing his enormous arms and shoulders, arching his back, his feet planted wide, his knees bent slightly, Tony began to absorb the bull's forward momentum and slowly and inevitably brought him under his control. The bull was able to push him back just a few more feet until Tony stopped him completely. The animal struggled mightily in Tony's grip, pawing and grinding at the ground, kicking up huge clouds of dust, trying to get some purchase against the musclebeast. Throwing its head from side to side, bellowing its anger and frustration, it fought against a force it had never encountered, against strength it could not even imagine. Its tons of muscle easily capable of flipping an SUV, it was getting no where with Tony, but its enormous aggressiveness drove it on. Tony smiled down at his new toy, his muscles pumping up from the resistance the bull was providing, the pleasure of his dominating strength swelling within him, growing by the second. He loved the way the bull threw everything it had at him, all its tons of crushing muscle, only to be held back with now little effort by the musclebeast. After a few minutes of this one-sided the battle, the bull's aggressiveness turned to apprehension and fear as it sensed that not only could it not push Tony back, it couldn't pull away from him either. In a panic it started dragging away from the monster, pulling back with every ounce of its strength, its muscle now powered by terror, its survival instinct supplanting mere brute aggression. Now the struggle became truly titanic as the hunter became the hunted, the killer became the prey. Tony could sense the change, could smell the fear, and his brain shifted gears from playful to predatory. A slight scowl developed on his face, and his body started to change. His heart pounding, the garden hose size veins across his gargantuan frame throbbed obscenely, pumping supercharged blood to his already enormous but still swelling, granite hard muscles. All this time the bull's struggle was becoming increasingly frantic, desperate, it's bellows shifting into hoarse squeals of terror. Every ounce of it's massive strength was being directed into tearing itself away from the musclebeast, to free itself of that terrible grip. Tony barely even noticed its life and death struggle. He was aware only of the orgasmic sensation of his entire body growing and bulging and hardening, his strength expanding in him like the mushroom cloud of a hydrogen bomb. Growling low and sustained he felt his cock hardening into steel, precum drooling copiously onto the dry earth between his legs. His balls churning with cum, Tony threw his head back and roared, everything he had going into holding back, to make this last, to keep this feeling going, growing, exploding inside him. As his head cleared somewhat, orgasm delayed but supercharged, he looked down at his sextoy and was pleased to see it was still with him, still putting up a gargantuan struggle. Horny as hell, his dick and balls demanded attention. NOW. Still gripping its horns, Tony dragged the once invincible mega-beast's head to his crotch, and relaxing his arms a bit, let it blast its muzzle into his balls and dick, slamming again and again and again with wall shattering power. He loved that it thought this would hurt him, that it could somehow fight its way free. Instead, he just groaned and grunted at the pleasure the bull's "attacks" were giving him, his balls loving the attention, and Tony savoring his utter domination over the frantic beast. HMMmmmmmmmmmmm he moaned as it ground its head between his thighs, against his sex, the precum bubbling down, splashing stickily over the bull's head, too determined and terrified to be humiliated. Sensing the exhausted bull wasn't quite strong enough to pleasure him properly, Tony's bloated arms flexed hugely and he dragged the helpless beast once more into crotch, totally in control, grinding it's head hard against his throbbing balls, grinning down at it, at the pleasure it was giving him so unwillingly. Seeing all that muscle struggling so hopelessly against him was too much, much too much. Sighing, he realized he was about to go over the top, so he finally released his grip on the bull's horns, letting it stagger away, thinking it was free, thinking it's nightmare was over. Tony just stood there laughing, his chest heaving mightily, his thick and granite hard dick ramrod straight, demanding more. He decided to give the bull some time to recover its strength. Not that it would do it any good, but there wasn't any sport for Tony in crushing a broken, completely exhausted opponent. Absent-mindedly he scratched an itch on one of his brick thick abs, his stomach growling ominously, the sun glinting off the slight sheen of sweat covering his brown, gargantuan body. Tony decided it was time to finish this. Squeezing his throbbing cock, he started making his way toward his plaything, making a point of walking heavily, slamming one foot down and then the other with the full thrust his thighs could deliver, shaking the earth, sending a little message of just how fucking unbelievably powerful he was, how huge his muscles were, how heavy and strong their size and mega-density made him. God he loved his strength, his power… He was unstoppable, and soon this town, shit, the whole fucking world would fall to its knees, begging for mercy. But that would have to wait a bit. Today, the rodeo was in town, and Tony was scheduled to ride a gigantic, fully recovered and now extremely angry bull. The Bull Part II Violently pawing the ground, shaking the earth under its weight, the tons of muscle and bone were ready to take their revenge on the musclebeast. Tony just walked up and raised in arms in mighty double-bicep, proudly thrusting every muscle in his body out in a perfect image of utter dominance and incomprehensible power. Seeing this, and feeling wave after wave of power radiating from the muclebeast, the bull lost control of its bowels and bladder. Shivering and shifting wildly from side the side the cornered animal spotted the gap Tony made in the pen just 20 feet away and made a desperate lunge toward freedom. Laughing, Tony just reached out with his huge left hand and caught the terrified animal's horn as it tried to run past. This time, Tony's muscles primed and pumped to maximum size and strength, the bull was brought to a complete stop almost instantly. In mortal terror, it fought with everything it had against that one arm, that obscene girder of muscle that held it with humiliating ease. Tony savored again his domination of the bull, absorbing everything it had into one arm, even idly flexing his forearm into greater enormousness, reminding himself of the vast power that he wasn't even tapping into, what he held in reserve, the bull's puny resistance barely noticeable. Pulling the animal closer, dragging it kicking and bellowing to his side, he reached over and grabbed the other horn. Throwing his massive leg over its back he stood straddling the bull like a too-small bicycle. Easing his grip a bit, he smirked at the poor beast's desperate struggles. Squirming and wriggling like bait. Occasionally kicking up with massive force, its enormous back muscles slamming with the power of freight train into Tony's balls and inner thighs. Fuck, it felt SO fucking good, all that wriggling, struggling muscle. The bull's resistance, however feeble relative to the muscle monster's strength and power, was sending Tony's lust for destruction beyond the point of no return, bringing on, unstoppable, the beginning of the end. His hydrogen bomb horniness exploding through his brain, Tony closed his eyes and flexed, tightened his grip on the horns, and bending his knees, he lowered his truck-scale crushing bulk onto the struggling beast. The feeling of Tony's granite ass pressing down on his back threw the bull into a new fury, and it directed all its strength into bucking the muscle beast off. At the delightful sensation of the rough fur grinding against his thighs and balls, Tony unleashed more and more and still fucking more of his weight, cruelly pressing his tonnage onto the poor beast's now inadequate spine, all its genetically engineered muscle never designed to support anything like Tony. Ungh. Aaaaaaahhhhhh. Tony settled his crushing bulk and it felt great. Now the bull's struggle against him became a battle simply to escape the shattering weight of his super-dense muscle. With his feet off the ground, and wrapping his huge legs around the bull, Tony made himself comfortable and let the beast drag itself forward, trembling with muscle fatigue. He looked down at his cock, bigger and harder than a cannon, gushing pre-cum in torrents down the bulls head and muzzle. Step after struggling, quivering step, bellowing in terror and effort, the bull dragged itself forward in a last ditch titanic struggle to reach the muscle-blasted opening in the steel fence. Tony was loving the ride, rocking from side to side with its huge effort, feeling the tons of muscle struggling, flexing and quivering beneath him, struggling just to support his weight, dragging more and more slowly forward. Occcasionally he squeezed his thighs, an instinctive response to the incredible sensations emanating from his loins as his bulk crushed down, releasing the pressure only when he felt the ribs were about the crack. He loved to feel the bull's wheezing, grinding struggle, and shifting his weight could feel its massive efforts shift in response. Leaning forward and arching and flexing his mountainously muscled back he pulled his bulk up and down the beasts back, again and again, dry-humping the doomed bull. Grunting, he flexed muscle group after muscle group, fascinated with his own power, and leaning back again he finished up with a double bicep so huge and dense, it was as if his weight increased with the disgusting bulge of those monsters. Finally the bull's heroic but futile struggles began to bore and annoy him. Planting his feet, and lifting his bulk momentarily off the beast, sneering at the relief the bull radiated at the lifting of his mountain crushing weight, he slammed his ass down on its back, knocking all the wind out the beast, laughing as he rode it to the ground, its legs collapsing under the assault, it lay in the dirt exhausted, breathing heavily and with difficulty, the monstrous bulk straddling its back pressing mightily into its lungs, threatening to crush his ribcage. Still, it struggled. Ungh… Ungh… Ungh …Ungh… Grunting, Tony lifted and then rammed his mighty bulk into the animal again and again and again, its squeals of terror and agony driving him on, his horniness and fast approaching orgasm making him feel meaner and meaner. Ungh… Ungh… Ungh… he felt bones breaking, ribs cracking, his plaything beginning to collapse under his assault. Disappointed the bull didn't try to get to its feet, he realized his assault had crushed its legs- it was never walking again. Damn puny fucker… Damn… he wanted more fight, more of a challenge than this... His anger and frustration taking over, his left arm bulging monstrously, he started to pull and twist and slowly wrenched the bull's horn right out its skull. Blood spurted from the hole, it's moaning and squealing reaching a new pitch. Tony looked dumbly at the huge horn, once the bull's deadly weapon, now nothing but a fragile souvenir to the musclebeast. Leaning over its head, grinning evilly, Tony showed the bull his trophy, its eyes lolling in agony, and when he felt he had its attention, started squeezing. It cracked and crackled and shattered and crumbled to nothing, pieces of it dropping onto the doomed behemoth's muzzle. He twisted the other off as well, ripping a large piece of flesh and skull with it, but instead of crushing it, pressed it sharp tip against the mountain of throbbing muscle of his pec. Barely even denting his super-tough hide, his arm flexing wildly, grunting, smirking in his smug knowledge of the inevitable, he crushed the weakening horn harder and harder against the granite muscle until it splintered and collapsed into a thousand pieces. Ballooning his pecs hugely in triumph, Tony grinned to see only a tiny scratch marking the point where the mighty horn had collapsed between the thousands of pounds of pressure and the unyielding mega-muscle. Not only was he invincible, he was invulnerable, and the world would soon be finding this out the hard way... Rising to his feet, still straddling the quivering mass of defeated muscle and bone, Tony arched his back and pounded his pecs with his fists, and sending seismic tremors down into the earth, and his monster cock at full mast, he roared in triumph. The bull shivered in agony as its eardrums shattered under the sonic assault. Leaning over, Tony grasped the bull in a bear hug and dragged it easily off the ground, his roiling, glistening back and ass muscles flexing hugely as he straightened up, the huge animal suspended off the ground in his crushing grip. Its once massively strong but now weirdly broken and twisted limbs hung bloody and limp, dangling and wobbling pathetically. Tons of beast pressed heavily against Tony's monster cock, grinding it between the back muscles of the bull and his much harder, stronger cobbled abs. Tony loved it. Pulling it into a still tighter grip, he dragged the squealing, still squirming weakened mega-beast hard up and down the sensitive underside of his cock, up and down, up and down, the rough fur along its huge back a delicious added stimulation. Almost immediately his pelvis began its instinctive thrusting, his glutes flexing, quivering, his knees bent slightly, his incomprehensibly powerful thighs spread wide and happily supporting the combined tonnage of the musclebeast and his prey. His eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the mega-pleasure to come, Ungh… Ungh… Ungh… Mmmff… Mmmmff…Mmmff…Ungh…Ungh…. Tony grunted and groaned in rhythm with the mighty thrusts, his head thrown back on his massive neck in response to the ecstasy swelling inside him, his mouth open slightly and drooling, his massive arms squeezing tighter, slowly shattering what ribs remained intact, pressing the bull still harder against his delirious cock, sex-sweat dribbling down his chest and arms and thighs, mingling with his drooling precum, muddying the earth at his feet. Alive but broken, the poor animal's head shook and lolled crazily from side to side with each mighty, increasingly violent thrust, now only barely able to register the pain which drowned its brain in great tidal waves of agony. Still maintaining the mighty glute-powered thrusting, Tony shifted his grip, and supporting the weight of the bull with only the crushing power of his left arm, grabbed the bulls right front leg where it attached to its body. His mighty fingers digging into the meat packed leg, separating muscle from muscle, he started to twist and pull, the bones and ligaments cracking loudly, blood dribbling around his fingers. The bull responded with deafening squeals that Tony found very pleasing. With little effort he ripped the bone and muscle apart, and slowly and unstoppably tore the leg from the bull's body, blood spurting, hide and meat hanging from the destroyed but quivering limb. Then, noisily, he started devouring the still-living flesh, chewing and sucking and crunching through meaty flesh and bone and marrow and hoof and in little time the once mighty leg was consumed, its protein almost instantly beginning to be absorbed into his insatiably hungry muscles. Feeling his strength blooming again, Tony groaned with pleasure, and gradually increasing the power of his humping thrusts, he went to work on the other foreleg, ripping it off even more easily and consuming it just as greedily. The hind legs took more effort, being enormously strong and muscular, but the musclebeast's strength was growing again with what he had already eaten, and he tore those off and gobbled and grunted them down, the feeling of his growing strength and swelling muscles pushing him into an instinctive feeding frenzy. Eating, crushing, fucking, destroying… AAAARRRRRHGGGGHGHHHH….he roared, it was too much, and lifting the bull up away from his torso he rammed it with massive force onto his monstrously huge and super stimulated cock, his steel rod blasting through feet of bovine back muscle, the resistance of the massive meat pleasuring him enormously. Thrusting his cock again and again he rammed through the poor beast's spine, shattering it, and feeling it explode against the "sensitive" tip took him at last over the edge, the bull's dying moment his moment of total domination and planet crushing pleasure. His huge balls launched their mighty load as a cannon blast that tore with thermo-nuclear power through the bull, its body bloating, almost inflating, cum spurting out of it mouth and ears and nose until finally its eyes exploded, and with one more shattering thrust Tony triumphantly unleashed yet an even more massive load and squeezing his arms, the bull's head just blasted off its body, ripping meat and hide with it, jetting across the compound, it's launch fueled by torrents of cum that roared and gushed out where its head used to be attached. Through lust-clouded eyes Tony smiled weakly as he watched it land with a thud over 50 feet away. Then, with a grimace of determination and a few more slowing, finishing thrusts, the at-last sated musclebeast collapsed on top of the limbless, headless, rib-shattered bull, his massive dead weight squashing what was left into little more than cum-soaked hide and crushed bones and organs. Catching his breath, his arms and legs spread wide in post-coital satiation and abandon, squirming slowly and sensuously in the gore, Tony rolled lazily onto his back and rubbing his belly belched loud and long. He stretched his massive arms and legs out wide and then relaxed every gargantuan muscle. He sighed contentedly. Reaching down to his cock, now lolling half-hard against his thigh, drunk with pleasure, Tony squeezed out a relatively minuscule gallon or two of cum, and one last, delicious, groaning jolt of ecstasy. Lying there in the sun, his chest heaving, recovering quickly, running his hand across the mountain ranges of his pecs and abs, he watched a 747 jetting across the sky. In the distance he could hear a train rumbling down the track. Nearer, the roar of countless cars on the freeway leading in and out of town. He smiled...closed his eyes...and falling asleep...he dreamed.