Megababe Marissa
by Hani

The first thing I noticed were her eyes. They shone brightly like two
silent green stars in the dimly lit disco bar. My heart took a leap.
Ravishing golden locks framing her tanned visage came into view and a
woman so stunning hit my sight that the lights had be playing tricks on
my mind. What a beauty. And she was alone in the stall? She had to have
a boyfriend. I glanced around the crowded place but no one but me seemed
to notice her. In fact, the floor around her stall was sealed off with
red robes and I was the only person that had stepped within those
limits. It had to be the lights. No super model was that sexy. I tried
to make out the shape of her body, but the flickering lights were not
bright enough. Besides, her attire appeared to be black. For a moment I
thought I glimpsed the contours of her shoulders. They were way too
broad to make sense so I figured out it had to be an illusion. I could
not help but stare at those flaring nostrils and incredibly voluptuous
lips that suddenly turned me a mysterious grin, followed by a piercing
glance of her eyes. She had caught me spying. But I was so spellbound
that I could not tear my eyes away. She did not shy away either but
continued to look at me extremely evocatively. Your eyes locked together
so intensely it was like being wrestled to the ground by a titanic force
in the most titillating manner. I gave in and turned my head hither and
thither, everywhere else except at her. I had never in my life been so
aroused. My heart was banging wildly despite my heavy drinking at the
party earlier in the evening with the staff at Kinko's. When I finally
could not resist it any longer to peep again, her eyes were calmly
waiting for me. I grinned embarrassingly, and a warm, inviting smile
crossed her red fleshy lips in response.
        There was but one thing to do, introduce myself. I walked over to the
stall and extended my hand to her: "I could not help noticing that you
have been looking at me for quite some time. Hi, my name is Paul." I was
barely able to finish my opening line now that I was up against her. Her
exotic face was the most beautiful I had ever seen, a life or in a
magazine. It was difficult to place it, a kind of bewildering mix
between an Apace Indian and a Swedish bombshell. Her facial beauty was
simply freakish in its utter perfection. No lips could be that shapely,
no eyes that stunningly captivating, no nose that perfectly designed, no
hair so healthy and immaculately orchestrated into locks and curls, no
visage that incredibly gorgeous. These hot fleshy lips were made for
kissing and sucking ... my thoughts had gone bananas. She was wearing a
black velvet dress that covered every inch of her body. The shoulder
line was not large, it was super-gigantic! And the bustline did not make
much sense either. My impression had to be wrong or otherwise her tits
were far larger than my head. So she was hiding her extreme obesity, I
thought to myself. What I shame, talking about a beautiful face trapped
on an ugly body. The realisation calmed me considerably down and I was
able to play myself again.
        "Hi, I'm Marissa. I could not help noticing how much you admired my
dress," she replied. The voice was startlingly deep and husky, but
extremely sensuous. Her hand, tipped with long red finger nails, wrapped
around mine, almost covering it. Strange, I could feel big, glass-hard
muscles in her hand before she pulled it away. It was a grip of steel
even though she squeezed my hand ever so gently. No, it had be another
illusion. I brushed the thought off and popped the next question: "So,
what's a nice girl like you doing alone in a sleazy bar like this," I
said and noticed how prominently her nipples stretched the gown. They
had to be unusually long and hard to be able to register thought the
thick fabric. Everything about this dame was extreme. The gown stretched
tightly around her totally hemispherical bosom without a wrinkle,
outlining the surreal size of her melons. "Do you come here allot", I
added trying to draw attention from my gaping amazement.
        The mystery woman gave me a knowing smile: "No, I'm not with anyone in
particular, and no, I don't come here allot. I fact, I hardly ever go
out on the town because of all the hassle. People stare at me endlessly.
I guess they find me intimidating, especially macho guys who like to be
in the dominating role." - "And why on earth might that be?" I enquired
with a faked surprise on my face, though it was obvious that Marissa was
taller than most males and much heavier, too. That she might be a huge
female bodybuilder did not cross my mid for a second because no human
being could be endowed with the kind of muscles as her frame indicated.
But extremely obese people could on the other hand weigh as much as 500
pounds and Marissa was far beyond that category. She had to be the
fattest woman in the world. So bodybuilding was out of the question,
although I had a strong secret fetish for that extremely rare type of
women. If truth be told I was absolutely possessed by sexy, muscular and
very strong women and regularly bought Women's Physique World and
browsed the internet for anything I could find about them. I even joined
a gym in the hope of finding at least one of those dames pumping the
weights and getting to know her, only to realise that you don't just
bump into a real female bodybuilder all that easily. So I had never met
one in own person and had long since given up all hope of ever
satisfying my desire. Wrestling matches were kind of below my
self-esteem, besides I could not afford it on my lousy wages.
        These thoughts flashed through my mind as I looked at her
killer-stunning face that was enough to intimidate anyone. "I used to be
teased a lot and now it is time for me to get back at those folks. And
if the big muscle guys don't like what they see I'll simply beat the
crap out of them, buy their employer's company and have them fired."
Marissa halted for a while and examined my reaction, which was one of
total puzzlement. - "Can you run this by me again?" I croaked hoarsely
as I felt my juices heating up with a mix of yearning and nervousness. -
"Paul, look closely at me ... don't you remember the tiny, skinny,
flat-chested, pimpled-faced, extremely timid and dull-witted Marta at
Kinko's ... I'm her alter-ego, her total antithesis, multiplied by a
billion ... I'm now Marissa, the ultimate muscle goddess of your deepest
fantasies and the richest person in the world ..."
        "That can't be. I knew Marta very well. I was her best and, as it
happened, only friend, it seemed, and you look nothing like her, nothing
at all," I replied back staring into her gorgeous eyes while
subconsciously envisioning the pathetic girl I knew a long time ago. -
"Yes, Paul, my dearest friend ... you sensed right, I am her but now
hopefully bit more to your liking. Remember when you entrusted my with
your sexual fantasies, the ones you did not dare to tell anyone else,
and how you described yourself as a lonely freak in a state of perpetual
lack of fulfilment. Remember the many lunch-hours we spent at Great
Mama's diner, your ordering your favourite tuna on rye. Remember when
the bodybuilding trio Bill, Mulligan and Dick at Kinko's harassed me and
the girls all chipped in, but you defended me with all your wit and
strength. Remember when I was fired on August 6, roughly five years ago
and you were almost kicked along with me for taking on the blame. You
were the only decent person in my life and the only person I could
trust. But I never told you that I loved you with every living cell in
my ugly body because I knew that you would not have rejected me out of
pure compassion. Now I have returned as a transformed woman, your type
of woman, a totally hot muscle-babe, to repay you and please you anyway
you want and win your undivided love."
        Marissa halted again, but this time she gently stroked the back of my
hand resting on the table, the underside sweating profusely. - "Listen
my dearest, I'll explain what happened to me in details later. I have
been hiding out in my luxury 12 thousand square feet apartment while my
complete transformation took place and I was ready present myself to you
and the world. From this apartment I have erected an empire of fabulous
wealth. I own for instance 35% in Microsoft and equally large shares in
every major corporation in the United States and elsewhere in the world.
My fortune has grown to more than 230 trillion dollars ... I'll tell you
why people in the bar are not staring at me, but they will soon ... I
paid the manager one hundred thousand dollars for keeping everyone away
from this dark-lit stall, that is to say, except you ... I wanted you to
discover me, and discover me you will. What do you say we order a
champagne to celebrate our reunion?" - Without waiting for a reply from
me, Marissa barely raised a finger and a waiter came rushing to the
table out of fluttering disco-lights like a fire-fighter. - "Yes, how
may I be of service?" The waiter came back in a flash with the bottle
and two precious glasses, while another waiter laid a box, obviously of
some serious weight, on the table near Marissa.
        "Now leave," Marissa said bluntly without paying them any attention.
She took the bottle in the hand, brought her lips over the nozzle and,
to my amazement, sucked the cork out of it with one effortless "smack!"
- "You like your woman a little rough," Marissa declared and pulled the
cork out between her incredibly shiny-white teeth, that were straight as
a piano-board, and flashed me a big humorous smile. She poured our
glasses and made a toast: "To us and an everlasting friendship." - "If
you say who you are, I sure would not like to be your enemy", I managed
to respond and gulped down a sip of what had to be the most expensive
champagne available. My head was swirling, my stomach was churning, my
heart was pounding, and my blood was boiling. I was almost too
bewildered to be aroused. - "I know everything about what you have been
up to," Marissa said flicking an eyebrow. "I've had a whole team
following your every footstep. But now its your turn to ask the
questions ... everything you wanted, but never had the chance. By the
way, I still owe you the fifteen hundred dollars you borrowed me when I
got fired and we got out of touch ... plus interest." With that Marissa
picked up a telephone and told some Fly to come over."
        I began explaining that this was really not necessary, I never meant
her to repay the loan, when a huge guy dressed in a tuxedo came
strolling to the table with a large suitcase in hand. If this was not a
bodybuilder then Schwarzenegger was Kate Moss. He was well over six feet
tall and more bulky than any guy I had ever seen, beside Marissa, of
course, whose physique I unfortunately could only get a very fragmented
picture of since she was sitting and the light in the stall was
candlelight soft. The size of this guy was scary, yet he bowed his head
to me reverently and opened up the suitcase. It was chuck full of neatly
piled up one hundred dollar bills. I could not help but stare at the
money, the like of which I had only seen in the movies. - "This is ten
million dollars and its all yours," Marissa stole the thoughts from me.
" You can have as much of this green stuff as you like. Save this for
tips ..."
         Marissa fell silent and savoured my surprise. After a long pause, I
brushed my hand over the money and asked if I could take some. - "Hey,
its all yours, you can do whatever you want with it," Marissa repeated.
"Why don't you stuff some of it in your wallet and Fly here will look
after the suitcase for you. He is one of your personal bodyguards from
now on, that is to say if you are satisfied with him. He will sacrifice
his life for you and obey your every command, so if he gives you any
trouble I will tear off his head. Fly is highly trained in the martial
arts and the use of lethal weapons, and he is one of the strongest and
most muscular males around. He weighs 285 pounds, his arms measure 24
inches and he can bench-press 520 pounds. He could knock the living
daylight out of eight average guys without braking much sweat and he
could probably beat up all of our Kinko macho's ..."
        Fly stood over the suitcase without uttering a word. - "Why don't you
tell him to leave so that we can have a private chat" Marissa said.
"After all he is all yours to boss around." - "You must excuse me, but
I'm having a small difficulty grasping the situation ... Fly, do you
think you would be kind enough to look after the suitcase for me?" I
blurted. - "Certainly sir, and may I say how happy I am to be in your
service," Fly spoke in a voice appropriate for his figure, yet very
meekly. When he was gone, Marissa explained to me that she had 28.000
on-hand employees and these were the only people who had seen her for
what she truly was. She also told me how she covered her body when
forced to make public appearance so that people did not know what they
were really looking at - not fat but slabs of the biggest, hardest and
strongest muscles in the world. - "Aren't you curious?" Marissa left the
question dangling in the air.
        "What can I say ... I'm totally check mate," I said and felt the heat
of my blush turning up a few notches. "Well, there you are, what can I
say ... I've never seen a more stunningly beautiful face in my life ...
but the way you describe yourself, I mean your transformation and all
that, this bodybuilding guy and the suitcase ... I'm like ultimately
flabbergasted ... how big are you if you can beat up someone like Fly?
This is kind of frightening ..." - "Please don't worry buttercup, I
would never-never hurt you, on the contrary," Marissa immediately tried
to soothe me. She moved closer to me, stroked my shoulder and whispered
into my face: "Why don't you check out my arm?" she said pursing her
lips. I hesitantly placed my hand on it and pinched it lightly, moving
up from the forearm to her shoulder; it was like touching an uneven rock
draped in satin - my fingers were miles away from reaching around it. As
I held her upper arm in awe and utter amazement, Marissa flexed it
turning this tree trunk of fossilised hardness into an immense bolder,
completely pinning my hand between her forearm and the staggering globe
beneath it. -"How big do you think this puppy is?" Marissa asked
teasingly referring to her biceps. My head was spinning so fast that I
could reply. - "Well, darling, you are holding 44 inches of maximum
pumped-up muscles, tanned and ripped beyond your wildest dreams.
Remember the fantasy you told my about the Indian amazon princess. Now
its no longer a fantasy because I'm that special lady you always wanted.
Yes I know your every dream and fantasy. My agents broke into your
apartment and got hold of your little stories for me that you keep in
your computer ... Tonight I will biceps-fuck you dressed only with a
head band set with circular steel plates and rubies, wearing leather
boots with eight inch stilettos, just the way you have depicted your
dream girl so often. Then I will pick you up like a feather and
bench-press your raging cock into sensuous mouth until you cum so hard
over my totally rippled chest and incredible mammaries that your
ejaculation would injure an ordinary person.  I'll give you a blow-job
you never thought possible. And that's just for starters."
        I was so turned on that I had lost my speech. - "Would you like to know
how strong I am, how much I can bench-press," Marissa continued to
arouse me. - "I can lift so much that it is beyond your comprehension
... 600.000.000.000.000.000.000.000 tons for me is like 6 milligrams to
you. In other words, I'm so strong and powerful that I could literally
kill you by just blowing at you. And all that power, my body and soul,
is exclusively at your disposal." Marissa let go of my hand and reach
for the box on the table. Resting on a red velvet cushions were four
eighteen inches long and four inches thick stainless steel bars. Marissa
picked one up and handed it to me. It must have weighed about twenty
pounds. - "Imagine this being our adorable little penis once I've worked
it up a bit, although I would never do to you what I'm about to
demonstrate."
        Marissa picked up another bar from the box and brought it to her lips,
licking the rod playfully and painfully erotically with the tip of her
tongue. Then she inserted it into her mouth until it nearly vanished,
pulling it out with her lips clasped firmly around it, slowly back and
forth for several times without showing any signs of suffocating. By
simply sucking on the bar, she then shot it in and out of her mouth like
a piston going at 200 miles an hour, stopping as quickly as she had
begun. She rolled her tongue around the bar and started licking it so
hard that the steel gave off puffs of smoke. But Marissa was not
finished. She wrapped her tongue around the middle of the bar and
extended it straight out about 20 inches! She placed her hands on either
side of the bar and, without her tongue swaying the slightest, folded
the hard metal into a U-shape! With a big smile, Marissa brought the bar
back to her mouth, locked her shimmering pearly-white teeth evocatively
around it and gnawed at it making large visible intentions before biting
the piece a part!!! Holding the scrap in her hands, she finally kneaded
the bar like it was made of clay and laid it red hot on the table in
front of me ...

To be continued.