Buddy’s Buff Sister Bailey

This story focuses on an exaggeratedly larger muscular shemale dominating a much smaller male. It does include some femdom, reluctance/noncon, and rough sex themes.

All characters are over the age of eighteen and are 100% fictional as are the following events and locations.

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"Yo, Brad! I got us a half case of beer and a fifth of vodka! Been too long since we last partied, bro!" Teddy's foot falls echoed off the wooden stairs as he descended down the side entrance stairwell into the basement as he had hundreds of times years past.

It had been almost two years since he was last home. After college, he'd moved out, found a job in a city hundreds of miles away from friends and family, and had been so busy and wrapped up in his own life that he had almost lost contact with one of his best friends since high school: Brad. Then, almost out of the blue, he'd gotten a text from him. That was months ago, and since then they had been texting back and forth constantly until finally Teddy made a planned return visit just so they could hang out, reminisce, and try to relive some of the good old days.

"Brad? You down here?"

The basement was dark and quiet. Teddy pulled out his phone and checked the time. Brad had told him he should be home from work around now, and no other messages had come in. He reached over to flip the light switch and illuminated the massive underground dwelling.

In high school, Brad's basement was the place to hang out. It was massive and spacious. It had a lofty ten foot floor to ceiling height with no walls or dividers at all. Brad's parents had never fully renovated it, but Brad and Teddy had scrounged up some old carpet and furniture and turned it into their own pad. Posters of their favorite bands, video games, and risque models had adorned the walls and old sheets and blankets had been draped to create a small side room to allow them some privacy: mostly when they had smuggled beer to the basement and needed an extra barrier to keep Brad's snooping mom from catching them drinking. Brad eventually made it his bedroom as well, since he and his friends spent so much time down there.

Now, though, his one time prime hang out location was completely different.

Most of the posters were gone, just a few of the bikini clad vixens still graced the walls. A single, massive, and worn out sofa that appeared to dip low in the middle sat near the back just across from a big screen TV sitting atop a large wooden crate. On the floor between the two appears to be an old ratty rug as well as a sleek new game console and a couple of controllers.

Those changes weren't as much of a shock to Teddy as what he noticed next. The corner adjacent to the sofa set up was a bed. It looked to be larger than a King size and instead of a box spring the mattress was resting upon a dozen rubber tires roughly bound together in a metal frame. Strewn across the floor by the bed were dozens of piles of clothes, seemingly discarded or what appeared to be partially in tatters.

Teddy was only momentarily taken aback by the strange bed. The rest of the basement was filled with what he could only summarize as a personal gym.

Brad and Teddy had never been much into sports or physical fitness. What he saw now appeared to indicate that not only that Brad likely was now big into exercise but that he was also a dedicated powerlifter. Giant metal frames housed what had to be huge giant solid steel rods with stacks of racks of enormous round plates. Most didn't seem to have any weight values printed on them and appeared rough in appearance, almost as if they were custom made. He guessed that none were less than a hundred pounds each and couldn't imagine how much weight actually rested there now.

Several different benches were adjacent. All appeared to be made with reinforced steel and larger in scale than what Teddy assumed most standard equipment would be. And in another far corner appeared to be a shower. There was no stall or containment to it. Instead, the floor and walls were tiled with a single massive grated drain in the middle, right underneath an oversized shower head that was built into the ceiling.

He skirted around the weights and equipment until he reached the sofa area. Settling the beer and liquor down, he slumped into the couch. Immediately, he felt himself sink deep into the cushions which seemed to have become smashed or deflated over excessive use. Squirming about in his sunken seat, he finally retrieved his phone to check the time as well as attempt to message Brad.

There were no new messages, but just as he was about to ask Brad where he was, Teddy heard the sound of a vehicle pulling into the garage. The engine idled only momentarily before shutting off.

Teddy started to pull himself out of the sofa until he heard a loud thud and felt the room slightly tremble. Dust shook loose from the ceiling with the impact followed closely by the loud slam of a car door.

"The fuck was that?" He thought as he momentarily froze, waiting.

The stomping resumed. He could feel the ground slightly vibrate as the foot falls slowly grew louder. The wooden stairs groaned and creaked loudly, straining and protesting under the weight of whoever was heading down the same entrance Teddy had used only minutes prior.

In a slight panic, Teddy looked for somewhere to hide. With few options available, he dove back into the couch, letting his body sink between the cushions just as the door swung open.

A massive shadow blotted out the light coming in from the doorway. At least it appeared to be a shadow, until the figure hunched down slightly, turning until one of its massive shoulders began to squeeze sideways through the door frame. Whatever was trying to get in was much larger than what the home had been built for. Wood and metal creaked as the massive hulking being slowly and carefully maneuvered through the entrance. The head began to clear the doorway, but all features were obscured by a bright red baseball cap covering their dome.

'Holy hell...' Teddy thought to himself as he felt droplets of perspiration form on his forehead. 'Who...how...I'm so screwed!'

Once cleared through, and finally inside, Teddy got a full view of their enormous form. Whoever it was, they possessed the physique of what should have been an inhuman hulking muscle behemoth. They appeared to be nearly nine feet tall, and nearly as wide. Wide round shoulders shrugged off the dust and debris that had scraped from the doorway as they made their entrance. Biceps as thick and round as Teddy's chest flexed as the figure brushed off whatever remained on their shirt. Two round beach balls like tits rested atop enormous shelves like pectorals. The shirt they wore strained to its physical limit, seams expanding and tearing with every twist, flex, and movement. The wide powerful chest tapered down slightly after the massive wings of their swollen lats drew inwards near the six pack abdominals. Each ab seemed chiseled into their form as massive solid bulges of muscles separated by deep crevices.

Teddy couldn't help but imagine how easily this muscled beast of a human likely could destroy him. He'd barely stand eye level with their navel. They could, and would, smother him to paste between their pectorals and breasts, flex and crush his hands and face between the ridges and valleys of their abdominal, and stomp him flat with barely any effort, thought, or hesitation.

The figure froze as it clearly spotted Teddy who failed to meld into the couch itself, no matter how much he wished it to be true.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?" The voice was soft and feminine, unexpected and seemingly out of place. They seemed surprisingly calm as well.

A ping of vague recognition rang through Teddy's memory.

"Um..I'm Teddy. I thought...I'm here to see...Brad invited me."

The figure slowly smiled and then turned towards the gym area, seemingly unfazed by the sweating trembling Teddy who tried to will himself to become one with the couch. As she walked, her massive calves and thighs bulged and flexed, drawing the cotton fabric of her sweat pants taut to nearly tearing with each step. Seeing those inhuman muscles, Teddy couldn't help but imagine that his arms could barely, if at all, wrap around even one of their thighs.

She flung a heavy gym bag onto the nearest bench and sat down with a loud thud that shook the room. Tremors vibrated up through the floor, Teddy's legs, then torso, until finally he felt his teeth slightly chatter.

"Of course! I thought I recognized you." She grinned as she looked him up and down. "Rarely saw you because you and my brother's dorky friends would always hang out down here and lock the door. Stunk of spilled beer and weed down here before I cleaned it out."

The muscled beast sat wide stanced, a necessity made apparent by an enormous bulge between her thighs. It appeared as if she were smuggling an inflated sack between her thighs. With a soft grunt, she gave her pouch a quick scratch, lifting and jostling the package about. As the contents were shifted, the sweat pants band stretched, revealing the very base of what was unmistakably the largest cock ever. Its thickness was comparable to Teddy's forearms placed side by side.

Teddy's mouth went dry as his eyes went wide. They were a room apart, and yet a strong pungent odor filled his nostrils. It reeked of sweat, testosterone, and a faint perfume like scent.

Teddy's mind was a haze as it tried to process everything going on, but within that haze a ray of clarity formed.

"Bailey?!"

"Aw! You do remember me. How sweet! I was worried you forgot about Brad's little baby sister." She smiled wider and gave him a little pouty face before giving a tiny flex, enough that a new split formed on her shirt's sleeve. "Not so little now though, right?"

"Holy hell. You got tall...I mean big...huge! How?"

"A lady never reveals her secrets, Teddy bear." The nickname made him blush slightly. Memories flooded his mind as he tried to reconcile the images in his mind of her a few years ago with the absolute behemoth before him.

She began to slowly, carefully peel the t-shirt off of them. The fabric clung to her, not only due to the bulk contained underneath, but now apparent was the fact that it appeared completely soaked in sweat. It was slow and deliberate movements she used to undress, for any sudden movement would likely flex the shirt into nothing but shreds. Teddy could hear as the shirt occasionally tore with a wayward flex of her arm. The giant delicately folded the shirt and placed it aside.

"What...um...what are you doing?" Teddy couldn't help but blush and could feel his member twitch as it slowly began to harden.

"Getting my sweaty work out clothes off. Duh! I've been sweating up a storm for the last six hours!"

Even with a tightly stretched sports bra restraining them, the two massive round breasts spilled out over every strap and strand of tightly woven fiber. They sat high, supported not only by the bra but the swollen shelf like pectorals under them. Each sat up perkily, rested atop the top of a massive round bulky muscle gut. A fresh sheen of sweat glistened under the lights, displaying and accenting every smooth bulging muscle as well as the deep shadows of every crevice.

"So, what do you think of my changes?" She smiled as he suddenly averted his eyes, catching him scanning her amazonian form.

"Oh! You're looking really...healthy." He saw her smile grow wider with just a hint of a blush flushing her cheeks. "What I mean is...you're...you look...really good. Really big. A lot bigger than I remember you..."

His eyes couldn't help but drift down to the unavoidable bulging pouch stretching out the front of her pants.

She giggled, a soft feminine laugh, before taking a wide stance with both fists balled on her hips as she presented an exaggerated look of disapproval.

"No, my silly lil Teddy Bear." She gestured around the redesigned basement. "I meant: what do you think of what I did to the basement!"

"Oh!" If it was possible for his face to get redder, it did. "It's definitely a lot cleaner. Heh. And you really made it your own space. That's an impressive gym you set up. I'm sure you get more use out of them than that old tiny bench Brad used to keep down here."

"These old things? Honestly, I don't use them as much as I used to, not since I first started really getting...big."

She walked over to a squat bar loaded with what must have been almost a dozen massive round plates. She squatted low, getting under the bar into position behind where her neck would be. However, she basically had no neck. Just the two round hilltops which were her traps. Both swollen to superhuman proportions that seemed impossible.

With no effort, she lifted and cleared the bar, took a few steps back and in a dozen rapid successions dipped as low as she could. She moved fast, as if unhindered. A loud thumping sound signaled her full descent as the massive round pouch slammed fast and hard against the cold concrete floor.

Teddy stared in awe. Trying to take in what he was witnessing as well as drawn to the sight of her two round globe like glutes flexing and contracting with each movement. He felt a sympathetic wince with each heavy plop of her massive swollen sack against the floor, even though she seemed unfazed.

In no time, she finished twenty rapid squats with no sign of strain other than an audible tightness in her pant legs as her muscles slowly pumped and swelled. With a final grunt, more for emphasis than exertion, she rose to her full height.

The weights clanged loudly as she remounted the bar on the wrack.

"Bah! Not even a warm-up to be honest!" She walked over to one of the makeshift solid steel benches with two dumbbells that appeared to be nothing more than rods between tire-size steel cylinders. "Hard to believe there was a time a half ton would even make me break a sweat."

"That was...a thousand pounds!?"

Teddy felt his mouth go dry as he stared up into the beaming face of the amazon.

"Yup." She bent forward, hoisting the two dumbbells up to rest on her thighs. "And these little guys are maybe five hundo each."

She smirked as she started to rapidly curl one arm then the next. Without pause, she flexed and lifted, rotating between each arm. The veins began to visibly swell, outlined under the paper thin skin and throbbing as her monstrous heart fueled her muscles as they mechanically flexed and pumped. Her biceps grew, and swelled up, slowing pumping up for their master.

After fifty flawless reps, she paused to stand facing Teddy. She bent forward, giving him a clear view of the deep tightly squeezed and contained canyon of her cleavage as she began a series of bent-forward dumbbell rows. She watched him, never breaking eye contact as she easily lifted and pumped her lats, her back expanding with each perfectly formed rep.

Teddy lost count, and found himself slack jawed and entranced, but after several dozen or more reps she finally stopped and stood to her full height. As impossible as it seemed, she seemed even larger, arms and back and leg muscles freshly pumped and swollen. She stood there for several moments, her chest ever so slightly heaving and straining against the far too small sports bra.

Teddy audibly gulped.

"That was impressive. Looks like you didn't even break a sweat."

She let the weights drop. A loud thud echoed and the concrete floor visibly cracked. Teddy jumped at the abruptness of it, which only made her smile. She casually flexed into a double bicep pose.

"Yeah. Didn't even get the blood flowing...well..." She glanced down. Teddy followed her gaze and stifled a yelp of surprise. "...maybe just a little bit."

Her massive bulge began to shift slightly. She switched her pose, flexing her abdomen muscles and making them roll. Within seconds, the massive cock began to stir. The pouch expanded slowly as the fabric tried to resist the swelling organ's expansion. Soon, the clear outline of her dick imprinted itself, growing and shifting.

The sweat pants clung tight to her legs, long ago becoming too small but still serviceable. Without a word, Bailey hooked her thumbs into the waistband and started lowering the sweats down over her massive thighs. Teddy's eyes scanned the deep striations of every muscle that flexed and bulged with each twist and shimmy she made as she lowered the pants down to her ankles, revealing the short taut workout shorts she had underneath. With a final kick of her foot, the sweat soaked pants fling across the room. With her workout shorts stretched tight around her waist, she reached down and gave her awakening beast a gentle squeeze, repositioning herself so the rod was trapped just under the waistband and over her thigh. The head of her beast nearly risked poking out of the bottom of the leg of her shorts.

With a few short steps, she made her way from her open home gym area to stand before the tiny man on her couch.

The hulking amazon stood over him, smiling as she easily eclipsed the overhead lights. Up close, she filled and overwhelmed his sense by her mere presence: nothing but feminine hulking muscles in his field of vision, pungent odor of sweat and dominance wafting into his nostrils, uncertainty if the deep thrumming beating in his ears was his own heart or her own pumping gallons of blood to fuel her massive frame, and even his mouth could taste the electrical buzz of her aura.

He realized he was suddenly trapped, cornered by a massive predator. As each thrumming heartbeat echoed in his ear, he could see the taut bulge in her shorts twitch, swell, and a wet stain grow where the tip was clearly outlined.

Teddy knew if he didn't make a move now to leave he likely would not have much of a say in the events that unfurled next.

"I should probably just go upstairs and wait for Brad."

Teddy went to rise before finding himself gently, yet forcefully shoved back into his seat (as well as pressed even deeper into the sofa).

He was too late. Trapped. His fate was no longer his own.

Bailey leaned down, hand covering and pressing down on the tinier man's chest. She smiled coyly. Her eyes staring into him like a fox watching a frozen rabbit, waiting patiently for the moment to strike.

"Nonsense. Stay here. It's just us here for now. Keep me company while you wait for my brother to get home."

She turned and started to lower herself onto the couch. Teddy quickly scooted to the edge in order to give her room as well as to avoid being crushed under her. Her warm skin pressed into him with the soft round orb of her left breast nestling comfortably against the side of his head.

"What say we watch some TV while we wait, my little Teddy Bear, hmm?"

She winked as she draped her massive left arm over the back of the couch, right behind Teddy's shoulders. He turned briefly, just to glimpse a scale of how massive her arms were compared to him. The bicep, relaxed, was more than twice his head.

She reached over for her remote, her movement smothering him between her tit and bicep. Her movement was slow and deliberate, drawing out the time he was being crushed long enough for him to dwell on how insignificant he was in comparison to her size.

The TV buzzed to life. Bailey flipped through the channels before landing on a raunchy rom com.

As if fated, the movie was right in the middle of an awkward scene where the male protagonist was trying to put the moves on the female lead. The awkward interactions played out on the screen as the male lead tried several moves to try to coerce his date to the bedroom, to no avail.

"Hehehe!" Bailey giggled as the protagonist failed another attempt. "I never understood why anyone would ever try any of those moves. Does that ever work?"

"Well, I would never try any of that, that's for sure. Heh. I'd be surprised if anyone was ever successful doing any of that."