It is less than an hour. Monica looks forward to finishing her glass of wine and leaving the party. She wants to get an early start at the gym tomorrow.
"I see you dressed in typical fashion." The man standing in front of Monica is the party's cohost. Tom is equal in height to Monica, 49 years of age, with a full head of light brown hair. He dresses in white slacks, an orange leather belt, salmon color golf shirt, white leather loafers, and no socks. He flashes his bright white teeth. Not a hair on his head is out of place. Tom is wealthy making his money in government corruption.
Monica forms a slight smile as Tom's eyes take in her tremendous chest. Similar to an hour earlier with Tom's wife, Pauline, in a comparable position.
A beast of a truck keeps its engine in the winter Norwegian night outside the . Monica's man is at the wheel. Dark brown hair, square jaw, a white T shirt hugs his huge pectoral muscles. Moments before the party the truck's cabin is a scene of two remarkable bodies. Monica caressing and kissing her man. Feeling the bulge in his trousers grow in enormity. His big arms and granite like giant pecs flexing in reaction to Monica's touch. Monica wants her nipples hard and the sexual action effects her desire. The feel of a powerful man gets her womanhood to flow with juice. She straddles the bear of a man's lap grinding into the huge erection hidden under a straining barrier of fabric. She pulls her upper portions back in view of her partner. Monica's tight white top can no longer hide the size of her hard nipples. She asks her man what he thinks. He moans with approval as Monica eyes the protrusions that cap her double K cup breasts.
She kisses the powerhouse of a man on the cheek and thanks him. Monica dons a coat and leaves the warm truck cab for the cold night air. She dons a thick sable coat to keep warm.
The Amazon blonde knocks on the door. The door opens revealing a super short haired woman with a bad blonde dye job.
The fur clad Viking steps through the doorway. She pushes the woman out of her path with the back of her hand with little effort.
"Where's that bitch you call a husband?" Asks Monica. Her eyes scan the large room of party goers. Monica pulls off her coat then tosses on a nearby sofa. She turns her head noticing the catatonic state of the frail woman. She turns to face the woman to allow onlookers a comparison. The 5' 9" Monica dons tight black leather boots that cling three quarters up her massive calves, black nylon stockings resemble paint on huge solid legs capable of pressing over 450 kilos. Tight black denim shorts hug her huge, round muscular ass, a tight white tank top strains to contain her enormous K cup breasts and wide back. Her gigantic nipples protrude taking aim at the woman opposite her. Monica grins then flexes her right arm causing her 20 cm bicep to swell inches in front of the woman's face. "Got something to say?" She whispers.
Pauline's eyes widen in size as the huge bicep grows before her. At 5' 4" tall 48 kg frame 32B cup chest no longer has the sex appeal in the long yellow dress with plunging neckline of moments earlier.
"Now be a good hostess and get me a fucking martini," Monica says in a low growl.
Like an obedient servant, Pauline complies. "She hands Monica a cold vodka martini. "I, I didn't think you'd be coming."
Monica pulls a sip of the clear liquid. The taste pleases her. "Well, when a cunt like you and sissy you call a husband say I'll get the Krones the school for abused girls need when I pry it from your fingers it's my responsibility to oblige."
Monica heaves her mighty chest dwarfing that of Pauline's. So which one of you bitches is going to show me who's boss?
"Well, enjoy the party while you can, Tom will be showing you the door soon enough," Pauline replies through her gritting teeth.
Tom knows of Monica's presence. "Let that do gooder simmer awhile," he says to Pauline, "I'll teach her a lesson that'll send a message to anyone who Ever thinks of crossing me!"
The moment arrives. Monica and Tom face one another. The arrogant wealthy metrosexual former Norwegian Judo champion and Nordic warrior queen assess one another. Tom hands his cocktail over to a bystander. "Didn't think you'd show," he says, "thought you'd send that so called man of your's instead."
Monica takes another sip from her glass. "Hold this, little boy," she says and hands her empty glass to a frail looking woman.
She steps forward, takes a deep breadth, and asks Tom how his wife's chest compares to her's.
Tom's eyes fixate on Monica's tremendous cleavage. His wife looks down at her own chest in utter humiliation.
Monica knocks Tom out of his trance with a left cross to his jaw. The punch makes a solid connection. Spit and a tooth fly through the air. Tom regains his position in astonishment. There is a pause of several seconds of silence. Monica lets out a roar. Her 20cm right arm drives her fist into Tom's cheek. She follows with a combination of lefts and rights backing the man against a wall. Tom attempts to shield himself but Monicas barrage is too powerful and fast. The party goers look on as their host receives a battering from the buxom blond. Tom's back slams against the wall. Monica treats his chin to a right uppercut sending the back of her foe's head into the wall with enough force to dent the plaster surface. Tom's head springs forward and receives the same punch, then another, and another.
Tom drops to his knees at Monica's feet. Plaster pieces and dust coat the area near him. An oval shape in the wall reveal broken wood lath.
Monica views the damage to the wall. She turns her head toward Joline, "oooo that's gonna be expensive to fix." She looks down at Tom. He is on his fours. "Look at me," commands Monica.
Tom looks up revealing Monica's work. The assault from the female Nordic warrior shows its effects. His face swelling, one eye shut, broken lips, and broken nose. Monica's tremendous chest blocks out the artificial light in the room and envelops all he sees.
"Get up!" Monica grabs Tom by the hair with one hand. The man utters a series of, "Nos." the blond's big arm helps raise the beaten man to his feet. His body shivers from fear. Monica turns him to face the wall. She slams Tom face first into its surface. Blood spatters its white finish. The arrogant male fails to cease the pounding. Monica throws the man to the floor. He lays on his back and spits broken plaster and teeth from his mouth.
The crowd forms a dense ring around the two fighters. "I broke your face, now let's see how the rest of you does against me." Tom emits a groan from the swelling, bruising and bleeding mash that no longer resembles his former face. It doesn't take much effort for Monica's massive leg to kick her adversary over to his stomach.
Monica plants a foot on either side of Tom's torso then drops to her knees slamming her solid ass down on the middle of her foe's back. Tom's head rises and mouth gapes to let out scream. Monica grips his hair in one hand and pulls back. "Fucking pussy!" she yells. Her mighty arms reach under the man's armpits putting him in a full Nelson. Her huge legs tighten against his sides. She rolls to her back with Tom in her grip. The front of his body faces the ceiling. Monica wraps her mighty legs around Tom's torso. "Ready or not motherfucker!"
Tom feels Monica's muscular legs flex and position his battered body. Fear and panic overcome him. "No!" he screams at a pitch that makes him sound like an adolescent girl.
Monica grits her teeth and lets out a low growl. She then lets out a primal roar. The episode takes place in a single movement with individual portions of Tom's body suffering its own devastation: Monic's 20 cm arms swell forcing her Victim's head forward and distorting his neck forcing his tongue to extend from his mouth, his face turns red then blue from lack of air. Her big arms produce enough pressure to cause the weaker appendages to dislocate from their shoulder joint. A loud popping sound accompanies Tom's elbows touching behind his head. Monica's huge K breasts forces her opponent's back to arch causing his ribs to strain and creak. Monica's super solid lower portions flex. Her heroic hips and gluteus muscles tighten to assist her constricting thighs with hamstrings and quads so big and powerful they along with other leg muscles define themselves to the onlookers. Her incredible calve cross and lock to form a scissor hold on the beaten body of her foe.
Tom's lower ribs shatter between Monica's mammoth muscles. The core muscles of his body are no match against the Nordic warrior's strength causing his body to compress.
Monica's leg's slip down Tom's lower body. Monica forces him to urinate himself as she crushes her opponent's bladder. She can feel Tom's hip bones against her inner thighs. She releases he scissor hold then plants both feet on the floor between Tom's smaller thighs resting his scrawny buttocks against her womanhood.
Monica flexes her mighty legs and tightens her hold on Tom. The man lets out a yell and begs for mercy. Monica plants her feet and lets out a roar. She arches her back and thrusts her muscular hips upward.
Tom's pelvis stretches toward the ceiling while his upper portions and lower limbs remain grounded. His crotch spreads wide splitting his urine soaked pants at the seam. She drives further upward. Tom's puny penis on display as his underwear shred from the strain. Creaking sounds mix with the man's screams. Monica's upward hip thrusts stalls. The Amazon blonde grits her teeth and adjusts her hold. She lets out a roar. Her buttocks and massive thighs flex as her feet and upper back anchor to the floor. She drives her hips toward the ceiling as if to force them through Tom's body. The man's femurs shatter against the strain. A loud pop announces the dislocation of his hips. Monica holds her pose as her victim shrieks in pain.
Tom's body goes limp. The room is silent. Monica lowers her hips and loosens her hold. She shoves the unconscious man off her onto his belly.
She stands, raises her right leg and slams it down on Tom's head. The sound from shattering skull and facial bones is obvious. Fists on hips Monica calls for her money. It's what she needs to save the orphanage.
Pauline walks out of the crowd toward Monica. She stands three feet in front of the buxom blonde beauty with her husband still underfoot and motionless. A brown leather satchel dandies from her bony fingers. She hangs her head and drops the bag.
Monica smiles. She puts a finger under Pauline's chin and raises her head. She leans forward her giant breasts flattening Pauline's while she presses her lips to the hostess's. Monica's tongue extends and Pauline's mouth opens to accept it.
Tears flow from Pauline's cheeks. Her man lays still at the woman's feet, a huge portion of their income will go when the Nordic Amazon leaves, and feelings of inadequacy overwhelm her.
Monica drives her tongue deep. She feels Pauline's body relax and give an affirming response. Their lips part. Monica tilts her head and touches Pauline's ear with warm breaths. Monica whispers, "Like my body?" Pauline nods while sobbing. "Like how my big tits feel?" Monica wraps her 20 cm arms around the frail woman.
Pauline can't stop sobbing. She feels Monica's strength and understands how her husband could suffer such a defeat. "They're so big!" She coughs out her response.
"Bitch, I'm gonna wear you like a bra!"
Pauline is able to shriek out a the letter N out of the word No.
Monica's mighty arms tighten around the skinny girl's upper portions pinning the frail figures arms tight to their owner's sides. She feels Pauline's inferior breasts flatten under her 44K chest. She arches her wide back and lifts Pauline's feet off the floor.
Pauline's face turns bright red. She cannot breath. Her tongue extends into the air and eyes bulge. She feels Monica's huge hard nipples drill into her as if they'll come out through her shoulder blades. Her tiny tits are ground into nothingness by Monica's massive mammaries. Her sternum compresses.
Monica holds her pose. She is in total control. Her legs form a three point stance, arms bulging, her tank top disintegrates from the pressure between herself and Pauline. "All your friends are gonna remember this moment every time they fuck, Bitch!"
Pauline's mouth is a gaping maw. Her face a bright red and lips a pale blue.
Monica let's out a roar. Her huge arms swell as she squeezes them together.
The bones in Pauline's arms shatter causing a sound similar to a gun shot. Her rib cage compresses in every direction making her resemble a fist squeezing a tube of toothpaste from its middle. Pauline's chest is no challenge against Monica's bust line. Bones shatter as the hostess's upper body caves toward her back.
Monica's behemoth bosom fills the gap resulting from the implosion. The buxom blonde beauty is true to her word. Pauline is nothing more than a human bra. The sound of cracking bones and dislocating joints subsides. Monica feels Pauline's body go limp. The buxom powerhouse releases her hug and allows the loser's body to fall.
The audience is silent. Monica struts to the satchel. He huge bosom bouncing with every step. She then crosses the room to get her coat. The warm garment covers the sides of her K cup tits. Once at the door she turns and addresses the onlookers, "let the next motherfucker who thinks about messing with an orphanage know what I did here tonight."
No one ever tried to mess with that orphanage again.