Jill sat watching the world trundle by as the tube train clattered and juddered its way through Kilburn and onwards towards the city. Rapidly filling with commuters the train was getting busy and people were starting to crowd the entrances. Opposite her, a man stood and tsk'ed as he saw the mangled shape of one of the vertical rails bent and warped, stopping anyone from sitting in the end seat. He moved away.
Jill couldn't hear him. She was listening to her music, unwinding after a day of shit lectures, getting into the groove and giving a patented 'fuck you' glare to anyone who even looked at the seat her bag was resting on next to her.
The train doors opened and people got off and people got on. One was a spectacularly pregnant girl, all piercings and tatts and punky red hair. She took one look at Jill, at the ruined seat opposite her, and then shivered, moving past to stand with her huge belly pressing into someone's back.
Jill knew several people were staring at her disapprovingly and gave each and everyone there malevolent glare. Nobody said a thing - she wasn't the biggest girl, but she was lean and fierce looking, athletic even in the mishmash of denim and ripped clothing that made her look like a cross between a hot rock chick and a hurricane victim.
The train moved off.
At the next station, she saw the pregnant girl looking out the window fearfully, eyes widening as she caught sight of someone or something on the platform. Then the pregnant girl fought her way down the carriage and into the next carriage as the train came to a stop.
An older lady got into the train slowly, hard blue eyes glinting under a cloud of greying curls as she looked first at the departing pregnant girl, then down at Jill. She said something to Jill, politely, but firmly indicating the seat beside her - priority seating for the elderly and the pregnant.
Jill couldn't hear her over her blaring music and certainly didn't give any more of a fuck than she had done for the pregnant girl.
"Fuck off, you old bat," Jill groused.
The old woman paused and then pursed her lips. She must have been in her early sixties, but she didn't exactly look decrepit, maybe just a little hunched over underneath her heavy, sensible coat. The old woman might have been hot once, she was kind of handsome now, in a stern way. Jill hoped she never grew up to be that boring.
The older woman said something, eyes flinty hard, then reached for the top button of her coat.
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Doris had felt a warm glow when she had seen the pregnant girl run off - it seemed that a belly full of babies had taught that rude little bitch a lesson.
Speaking of rude little bitches...
"Right. I think it's time you respected your Elders a little more, you little slut."
Doris bared her teeth as she tore open her jacket and the massive rune on her chest flared into life. A twisting star with a fiery eye in its centre, the tattoo scorched through her clothing, destroying it even as she shucked her coat and let it drop to the floor. The power was glorious - her whole body thrummed with it and, she knew that by the time today ended, she would have more of it.
The carriage seemed to shrink around her as she surged up and out, power and might unshackled as she swelled with inhumanly thick muscle, making the others in the carriage scream as her immense brawn pushed people into each other, mashing commuters into a staggering heap as those in the nearest seats tried to flee her growth. Her powerful hand was jacking her thickening clit like a cock as she grew, past the mass and muscle two champion bodybuilders and well on her way to ten as she growled and grunted and pleasured herself. Her mighty back surged up and out as her traps rose to bulge over slowly rising head, smashing out the light fittings and plunging the car into darkness as the train shot into a tunnel. In front of her huge, thickly grey-furred labia two massive nuts, like beach balls, dropped into a gnarly, veiny scrotum.
That was nothing compared to her clit, which thundered out to a two foot length in seconds, thick nodules forming along the underside of it and around the flare of cock head as piercings, huge and brutal seemed erupt out from the swelling flesh.
The rude girl tried to grab her bag and stand but Doris was ready for her.
A love tap in the belly doubled the girl over and made her gasp. A mistake. Doris' huge paw shot out and palmed the girl's head like a basketball, hammering the open mouth over a cock-head larger than a honeydew melon and making the girl's jaw pop out of joint with a cry of pain. A bicep bigger than most motorcycle helmets and wreathed in gnarly, nasty veins flexed into sinister life as Doris pulled the girl's head down towards her cobbled belly. She sneered as she saw the girl clawing at her own grotesquely swollen neck, now thicker than her own thigh.
"You! Will! Fucking! RESPECT ME!" Doris bellowed as the carriage erupted in screams again and spittle flew from her clenched teeth as she gripped the girl's head with both hands and repeated herself, bang-fucking the rude little slut's skull and throat and smashing her face into Doris' bloated breeze-block sized abs.
The girl's hands tried to push back, slapping and clawing at the thick muscles of Doris' hulking thighs, drawing blood but causing no pain. The grey haired titan simply raised a massive foot and hammered it down on the seat with the girl's bag, smashing all the electronics and personal effects inside to a pulp as she rocked forward and really began dominating the girl's face.
The thick muscles of her chest and her sheer bulk had made her voice drop an octave into a savage purr of brawny feminine rage as she grunted and huffed and drooled into the girl's hair with each punishing thrust of dick. Doris cock had destroyed the girl's belt as it bottomed out in her belly... and then ploughed on deep into her guts, tearing clothes apart just from the punishing jack-hammer action of this oral rape.
The doors opened and people poured out in a panic as Doris began to speed up, roaring now and long-cocking the girl with a cock some whales would be proud of, every metal-studded inch of it brutalising the girl's face and throat.
RRRAANNHHH, RRAASGHHHH, NNRRRGH!
Doris' increasing rage and pleasure drowned out the chorus of liquid gagging and choking as the girl puked out a never-ending river of pre-cum and saliva on each out-stroke. Five punishing last smashes into Doris' abs gave the little slut a bloody nose and the inhuman she-dicked beast bellowed her triumph as she cut loose, fevered, steely eyes watching the girl's own gaze waver and roll back into her head as the pain and lack of oxygen took their toll.
The sound of the slap rang out into the now-empty carriage and the girl's scream around Doris' cock was a triumph as the escape into insensibility was cut off. The train was unmoving, someone having pulled the emergency brake, but it didn't matter.
The symbol on Doris' chest flared into purple life once more as she pointed at the doors and they closed with a bang like a spaceship airlock. The bruise on the girl's cheek from the slap disappeared and something about the girl's jaw changed to accommodate the face-raping gnarly meat log.
The train leapt into darkness again.