Penelope's Monster Butt
By Mr. BPA (bpa_1@yahoo.com)


The stronger a B.P.A. woman gets, the stronger her sex drive becomes. Since
Penelope is the World's Strongest, she has a sex drive to match. When a man
gets horny, and is far away from his girlfriend or wife, has no significant
other, can't score at a bar and can't afford a prostitute, he only has two
options left: 1. commit rape or 2. masturbate. Most men opt for masturbation
since rape is illegal and you might land in prison for the better part of
your life. Penelope never has that worry. With the combined strength of over
ten thousand men packed into seventy-two inches of Butt muscle, she cannot
be forced to do anything. No police force or army on this planet has the
ability to overpower her. If, by chance, she finds herself incarcerated,
there has not beena cell made that she couldn't rip the door off its hinges
or punch through solid concrete walls to get out. Penelope tells me that she
has not masturbated since joining B.P.A. (it's heavily frowned upon by other
members), and has no plans to do so.

Now,to appease her sex drive, she has to have sex at least twice a day. Now
I provide her with as much as I am capable of, but she wears me out really
fast. As gentle as she is with me, it is still hard to keep up with someone
who is ten thousand times stronger than you are. So, when I can't provide
her with what she needs, she finds alternatives. Fortunately she and I make
love; the other times with strange men it is rough, muscular sex. Her only
goal is tension relief, which is all masturbation provides. If I ever get
jealous and wonder if she is cheating on me rather than for sexual release,
all I have to see is what I saw just a couple of days ago.

Penelope was going to visit an old B.P.A. friend last week who owned a
condominium on the top floor of a skyscraper in downtown Chicago. We had
just visited some of her relatives in Winnetka, and we stopped in Chicago for a
few days. We agreed to meet in the lobby of the skyscraper at about 5 p.m. I
arrived way ahead of time because she gets very angry if she has to wait and
she is very punctual.

At about 5:10 she was still nowhere to be seen, so I called her friend and she
told me that Penelope had left over ten minutes ago. As I walked back over to
the elevators, one opened up and she stepped out with a big smile on her face,
kissed me and said she was sorry she was late. As the elevator doors began
to close, I noticed something very strange about that car; that there was
something wrong. Noticing my concern, she turned around and slammed the doors
open and said "This is why I was late. Will you believe me now when I tell you
I am just going out to relieve some sexual tension?" I was horrified with what
I saw. First, the back wall of the elevator was badly crumpled; its steel frame
bent and twisted. There was also an enormous hole in the wall that had to have
been created from inside, due to the direction of the shards of metal. Second,
a bloody and mangled man in his twenties lay on the floor, his neck snapped,
both arms and legs broken in several places resembling twigs on a tree
branch, and his pants ripped to shreds. Needless to say, he was dead. As we
walked away, she explained what happened: She and her friend were exchanging
the usual collection of "Muscle Butt" stories like they always do. Thinking
about seeing me soon, she started getting horny especially when they started
exchanging sordid sex stories. This woman's boyfriend was home with her, so
that is what she did soon after Penelope left.

Now, it had been five years since they had seen each other, and Penelope was
excited about showing her friend her "new and improved" Butt, so she wore a
pair of very thin spandex shorts, ones that would show off every inch of her
gigantic Buttocks. She never wears them in public because they are so
delicate, and because of the extra attention she receives. She only wears
them at certain B.P.A. functions, and around the house just to drive me
crazy. Once the elevator door closed, she could feel her Butt muscles
pumping up and she could hear her shorts start to stretch. Sexually
distracted, she forgot to command the elevator's electronics (with her
bosom) to ignore all other floors and proceed to the ground when it stopped
ten floors down, and this young man stepped on. Immediately he noticed her
beautiful face, then her forty-four inch bust, and then the flexed muscle in
her massive thirty-six inch thighs. Before his brain could begin to
comprehend the huge proportions of her body, Penelope turned slightly so as
to look at a photo on the wall of the elevator just enough so he could see the focal point of the strongest human being that has ever lived--her fully bombed,
seventy-eight inch Butt.

She turned back, and noticed his eyes were as big as saucers, and that an
erection was building in his pants. In an instant, she told me that she made
the decision to relieve her sexual tension with him, even though she knew
she would be seeing me in just a few minutes. Her level of arousal was so
great at that moment (thinking of me, she says), that sex between us would
be not only physically harmful for me, but probably fatal. Strange as it may
sound, I understood because sexual arousal in any animal is instinctive and
selfish, and only humans are capable of controlling these urges if they so
desire and modify them into "making love", which is tender, caring, and
intimate. However, with the superhuman strength and sex drive of a B.P.A.
woman, they are sometimes incapable of lovemaking; they are only in need of
satisfying a simple urge, and that's that. Penelope says she never even gets
to the point of knowing the man's name before it is all over, and she is on
her way. She likens it to a sneeze or a belch! She says that most B.P.A.
women, including herself never even remove a single garment of clothing for
the act; they have zippers on their pants that allow penile penetration
without having to remove the garment. She adds that she has never kissed any
of these men, and prevents them from ever touching her body with their
hands. This is why most of her "victims" have had their arms broken, because
at least they want to try to touch her gigantic Butt! The act is almost
always done with her standing, legs spread apart, and the man dangling
beneath her by his penis alone. Her vaginal muscles are just as strong as
the rest of her body; I should know. She has never done this with me, thank
God, and she says that most of these men will never have sex again, and that
is if they survive the rape in the first place. There have been several
occasions when our lovemaking began to develop into "muscular" sex, and she
has scared the shit out of me. With the strength of over 50000 men, her
ability to crush me to death in a nanosecond has become blatantly obvious on
these occasions. As far as I am concerned, she can go right on relieving her
tension before we meet!

Anyway, the elevator doors close, and he has to force himself to stand
facing the door. This time, Penelope sends a signal to the elevator with her
bosom preventing the car from stopping on any other floor. She stands behind
him at the back of the elevator with her Butt slightly bending the steel
wall behind her. She says to him "Have you ever been raped by a woman with
big muscles?" He replies "No" and turns around, now trembling. She says,
"Well, it's about time you did" and took a sudden step backward, causing her
butt to punch a hole in the wall of the elevator and then make contact with
the concrete wall of the elevator shaft. After a downward slide of about two
feet, her huge Butt grinds the 6000 pound elevator to a dead stop in
mid-air, about 400 feet above ground level. With a shot from her breast, she
tells the elevator to apply its emergency brakes, then shuts it completely
down except for the lights. (I find out later that building security
monitors elevator activity, and desperately tried to contact the car and
find out why it was stuck between floors). Penelope then relaxes her grip on
the shaft wall, and pulls her huge Butt back inside the elevator. Like I
said earlier, she normally wears her titanium reinforced shorts or jeans,
and they would have gone undamaged from this maneuver. However, today she
had decided to wear those spandex shorts instead, and whenever she does so,
she brings an extra pair or two in her purse just for these occasions. Good
thing, too, because she looked back at her Butt and it was practically nude.

Here was a rare chance for one of her victims to see her massive Butt in all
its glory; this kid got to see her tan, her muscular definition, and that
cavernous cleavage. When he did, he stepped back and started pushing every
button on the control panel. It's hard to comprehend what he must have been
thinking at that moment; most likely two feelings that one would almost
never feel at the same time. One is of intense sexual arousal--alone in an
elevator stuck between floors with a woman with probably the most voluptuous
body he has ever seen coming on to him to the point of showing off her most
voluptuous bodypart naked! Second is of intense fear--alone in an elevator
stuck between floors with a woman with obvious superhuman strength. The kind
of strength he has only read about in comic books as a kid, and even then
the characters in those books were all male; the female "superheroes" never
had that kind of strength, and on top of all that, he knew they weren't
real! No one can be that strong! Well, not only was he wrong, he would never
find out that he only saw a very small percentage of Penelope's strength. It
didn't matter though, because he saw what he needed to see, and he had never
seen anything that strong, and that his life was in immediate danger.

It doesn't take much for Penelope to show her lopsided strength advantage
over normal humans; she can effortlessly do things that would be impossible
for anyone else. Realizing the futility of what he was doing, he stopped,
turned around, and pinched himself on the arm to which Penelope responded,
"No, this is not a dream. I am very real. I am also very strong. And if you
don't do exactly as I say, I will crush you to death with my Butt. Pull down
your pants and pull out your penis. I'm going to fuck you harder than you
have ever been fucked before and as long as you don't touch me, I won't harm
you." She then grabbed his buttocks, and lifted his body under hers, and
inserted his erect penis in through the low zipper she and other B.P.A.
women have on their pants and into her vagina. Using her powerful vaginal
muscles, Penelope raised and lowered his entire body with his penis! Does
this sound painful? You bet it is. Does she care? Are you kidding? What
could he possibly do to her? At one point, he reached up and tried to grab
her Butt (which is nearly impossible to do anyway--try wrapping your arms
around something seventy-eight inches in circumference)! She simply reached
down and snapped both his arms like twigs on a tree. A few minutes later,
writhing in pain, he tried to struggle free. All she did was move her legs
closer together thereby crushing both of his legs. After only five minutes,
she reached orgasm. Greatly relieved, she relaxed her vaginal muscles and he
fell to the floor. She zipped up her pants and watched as he came all over
himself. She then turned the elevator back on and came down to greet me. By
the time the elevator got to the ground floor, he died. This is something
Penelope does on a daily basis--no emotion, no sexual attraction (except she
only chooses well-hung men), no guilt, no remorse, and certainly no fear. To
her, it's like going to the bathroom. She says, "I'm sorry that it has to be
this way, but God gave me this super powerful muscular body with a sex drive
to match. Since no one can stop me from doing whatever I want, this is how I
live out my day, and I will continue until God tells me otherwise." This is
a fact: When Penelope gets really horny, her gigantic Butt muscles pump up
and she will fuck the nearest well-hung guy she can find. She will find a
secluded spot to fuck him, and she tells each one every time that as long as
they don't resist, they wont get hurt any further than badly sprained
abdominal and back muscles, and a very sore dick. Inevitably though, they
all want to touch her Butt and feel her huge muscles, which she simply will
not allow. "I'm not doing this for their pleasure, I'm doing it for mine,
and I'm the one with the big muscles--men don't seem to have any muscles at
all.

Penelope is so much stronger than anything else on this Earth that the human
male species must be thought of as just a collection of sex toys that they
can pick and choose as they wish. Luckily, myself and several more men are
chosen to be "boyfriends" of these women for a certain period of time, and are
spared the agony of their muscular sex drive. When Penelope and I make love,
she rarely hurts me, which is simply amazing since she weighs almost 4900
pounds. She also lets me touch her anywhere I want to--in fact, I give her
entire body a rub down almost everyday, and she loves to flex her huge muscles
and watch my reaction. Her Butt is an even six feet (72") in circumference when
relaxed; it grows to a staggering 78 inches when pumped up. We have a big
mirror in the bedroom; she stands facing sideways, and I kneel behind her, and
my face lines up fairly evenly with her enormous Butt.

She will then begin flexing first each Butt muscle individually; as it pumps
up, I massage it, then she will relax it and pump the next one (no one
except B.P.A. women have this ability). Then she will pump up pairs of
muscles, then each bank, and finally, she pumps and relaxes her entire Butt
with a slow, erection-producing rhythm. The human butt has only six muscles,
three on each side, so for Penelope to generate seventy-two inches, those
muscles have to be extremely large. The smallest muscle in her Butt is
probably ten times the size of the largest muscle in my body! Then I move to
her massive thighs, which perfectly complement her Butt in definition and in
size (each measure 36 inches; exactly half the size of her Butt). They also
complement her Butt in strength, since they are the "only muscles on her
body that are not aided by the power from her Butt. Consequently, she has a
separate strength training program for her legs as all B.P.A. women do, and
it is a constant challenge to maintain a balance between leg and Buttock
development. The Butt is much easier to build up than the legs, and while
you will see all B.P.A. women with extremely powerful legs, they are usually
behind the Butt in development--except for Penelope. This is but one of many
things that sets her apart from most other B.P.A. women. After I massage
both legs the same way as I did her massive Butt, I move to the most curious
feature of any B.P.A. woman: her very large breasts. When God hands out
physical gifts to these selected women, he almost never endows a woman with
"both. On her 5'1" frame, Penelope carries around a forty-four inch bust,
and does so as if it were nothing; the same way she carries her Buttocks.
The muscles under her breasts, naturally assisted by her Butt strength,
support and strengthen them so well that she doesn't even own a bra and
hasn't worn one in over ten years. They don't even sag when she lies down;
they stand straight up. She will however, wear small pads in her blouse to
cover her nipples, but that is rare. Her breasts are so solid that when I
massage them, sometimes I will just hold onto them, bend my knees, and she
will lift me off the ground by merely flexing her chest muscles!

Whenever Penelope sends out a power beam from her bosom, she will raise her
breasts first. If she is wearing a tight shirt tucked into her pants, the
shirt will pull loose from the waistline. She also wears titanium-reinforced
shirts, just like her pants, but on the occasion where she hasn't and she
pumps up her bosom, they will usually split open her shirt. There have been
times when, while wearing unreinforced clothing, she became enraged for some
reason and her mind can't decide which weapon or weapons to "fire up", Her
subconscious instead "fires up" everything, and exposes her "dual" cleavage.
Picture it if you can: her 44 inch bust rips open her shirt and her 72 inch
Butt splits her jeans wide open, and, sometimes, her 36 inch thighs shred
her pants legs if she is not wearing shorts. I have seen this happen only a
few times, and every time I have, I cream my jeans. She says that happens to
almost every man who witnesses it. It's not hard to believe. Watching a
woman with perhaps the most well-endowed and muscular body you have ever
seen get extremely angry, then every article of clothing she is wearing is
practically torn off her body from the enlargement of already massive
muscles; I think most men would at least stop and look.