A bigger fish

[Silver92]

*author's notes* This is my first attempt at writing an fmg story. I’m kind of using this as practice before writing a more mainstream novel so I apologize if it seems too wordy or heavy on unnecessary details. Please tell me what you think   


“UUNNNGRRHHHUH!! You fuckers are in for it this time.”, Synthia proclaimed. Flexing a bicep that would shame most heavyweight men.
“Hnnn! Fuck this pump is disgusting! And I just topped off all my juice!”
She broke into a lat spread that made her back erupt out of her camera field. Each pose she went into caused thick swells of muscle to bloat and sprout webs of veins across the surface. It took almost no time for her to loose herself in the show. She had originally wanted to start slow and tease, but she needed it now.
She finished with a mighty grunt and visibly grew. Every muscle suddenly added an inch of meat. As she poured more into her flex she felt her whole body throb with each pulse. “EERHUNN!! Fuuuuck! Feels like a full body erection!” Synthia cried out. Her pecs started to obscure her admiration of the rest of her glorious beef. Immediately planting the most pornographic french kiss to the top of each pec shelf. She was so inthralled by her own savage muscularity she came instantly, feeling her juices flow down the canyons of her inner thighs. Without a word she backed up to get her whole body in view, just before any of her watchers could comment on her tenting shorts, she ripped them off. Laying bare her fat, veiny clit that'd been her personal favorite muscle for years. Sticking straight out and quivering, she gingerly grabbed the base and pumped out the last bits of size she could. 6 inches of chemically enhanced clit was on display for hundreds of viewers to see. Now stroking in ernest, Synthia had to fight for balance between posing a jacking off.
“Hurr! HUNF! URRRUH! This what you nasty fucks want?! MMUGH! Look at me. Look at the biggest muscle freak ever!!”, she heaved through bestial grunts. The weight of her thick pec bouncing in time with her strokes sent her over the edge. Face contouring to erase any hint of sensuality, she widened her legs and she blasted a thick deluge of girl jizz for her hungry fans. “MMMMURRGH! Thats right you sick fucks, I’m the biggest! Nobody can outsize me. NOBODY! Fucking 360lbs of thick, freakshow meat!” Synthia continued to drive the point home with another round of flexes, this time focusing on showing off her still rock hard clit.
CREEAAAAK PSSSFF
“MMMM she's so cocky. She’ll be fun.”
Synthia was no stranger to being watched, or even stalked. But never hunted. On the other side of one of the many screens watching her was a real monster. Looking down at her own “clit”, it looked like she had obliterated another penis pump. Pulling her monstrosity out of the ruined plastic tube, she reached over for her next stage; a horse pump.
“Synthia... I like the name. Such a cute little thing, I’ll have to educate her.”
The mystery woman continued to watch Synthia intently, matching her orgasm for orgasm. All the while fantasizing about how to have her. Maybe play the obsessed fan? The generous sponsor, or even the challenger to her title? No. None of these would do. In the back of her mind, she knew she needed to break her, strip her down and remake the would-be muscle whore into her’s.
“Hehe. Maybe i could even present her to Master. If she ever meets His standard.”, the mystery woman mused.

 As the pump whirled on, she felt her hideous clit meat fill the inner confines. Another orgasm made her pecs bloat, obscuring the view of her prey. She reached for a few needles and proceeded to inject herself, making sure to force-feed her clit with everything necessary to show this figure competitor what real meat looked like.
******
Synthia woke up in a haze. Unable to remember the last few hours, she looked around and all she saw was empty space and steel plated walls. As more of her senses came to, she realized she was sitting in a chair, unbound.
“Hey! What the FUCK is this??!! Let me out and I might go easy on you!”, Synthia shouted. “MMMFF. So fiery, I like it.”. a voice answered.
Synthia had to pause for a moment. She was no stranger to deep roid voices and found an odd sexual attraction to them. This voice was different, almost otherworldly. Deeper than most men she’d met and yet somehow undeniably female. It felt gruff and dripping with desire.
“There’s no need to be on edge. Despite what it took get you here, I’m not trying to hurt you or anything.”
“Pfft, like you could.” Synthia retorted.
The mystery woman could feel herself start to loose control of her monstrosity.
“Look lets just cut the bullshit. What do you want from me so you’ll let me go?” Synthia yelled out.
“Mmmmm” the voice said as she molded it over.
“Well for starters I’d a personal show; kinda like what you did on cam last week.” she continued. “Mmph, guess you’re some sort of fan. Well at least you have good taste.” Synthia tensed her pecs hard enough to tear free of her thin tank top. She immediately went to pick one up and shake it, marveling at its weight. Reaching for the other, she pressed them together to emphasize her inches deep cleavage. With a quick pull she tore through her remaining clothes, reducing her to nothing but her stuffed panties. A low groan escaped her mouth as she shook out one massive leg at a time. The muscle undulated before she flexed them to steel hardness. as veins began to appear. A few pumps of her C cup muscle tits forced her nipples to grow fat and wide. Running her hands through strawberry blonde hair, Synthia said.
“Might as well tell me what you want to see.”
“...Show me everything.” the voice replied.
Jesus that voice was gravelly. Like there was a young woman and a troll talking at the same time. As directed, Synthia began going through every pose she knew. A double bicep shot that threatened to send her peaks into her fists. Side chests that made each pec noticeably bigger than the other. Even with legs spread, one flex made any gap between her thighs a serrated vice. She squatted down and playfully tensed each glute individually; each rose, fell and deformed. The fresh injection marks burned slightly as she went through her poses. Synthia couldn't tell how long this was supposed to last so she just went with it, adding in a few improvised poses to show off her growing bulge. As more blood rushed to her nether’s, her vascularity spread out like a road map. Minutes had past and against her conscious mind, she felt her clit throb to full hardness.
Without any warning, a double door opened on a far wall. Startled out of her growing sexual haze, Synthia saw a robed figure squeeze through the door, sideways. The stranger turned to face her and saw it was hooded as well.

 “You really are quite the muscle girl Synthia. I must admit I'm something of an admirer.” the captor began.
“Stop right there. Any “admirer” of mine would know I’m too big to just be another muscle girl.”. Synthia shout back.
*Chuckle* “Well you are quite beefy...but lets see if you think so now.”, the figure replied.
It dropped the robe. And Synthia threw up in her mouth.
What stood in front of her was...wrong.
Synthia couldn't process this thing all at once. The face alone was somehow packed with contest ready muscle that gave it a vaguely female look. Pornstar lips, sultry eyes and inch thick veins everywhere with a hint of slutty makeup. A long fire hydrant wide neck of steel cords. She took up her entire field of view, Meat stuffed tits that projected far into the alphabet, tree like thighs and inches deep muscle serrations everywhere. She was 1,279lb roided out fertility goddess. And she started to throb.
“I think that answers that.” she said.
“MMM you’re so cute! I bet you're still cycling. Well depending on how this goes... maybe you could come... join me.” She said with am almost primal longing.
“...H...h,,O How:?.”. Synthia replied.
Before she had time to react, she moved to kiss her. Everything felt heavy and thick she played with each muscle. Thighs, biceps shoulders traps all undulated and solidified as she writhed against her. Synthia did her best to match her kiss before she broke off.
“My master and I are quite interested in you.. we’d to offer you and opportunity. We give you a life of complete and utter luxury. And you you be my play thing.” She said.
Synthia looked down and saw and Clit? Dick?
It hung to her top of her quads and roughly looked like the arm of a lesser bodybuilder. Belching out a constant stream of pre cum.
She looked a Synthia blushing and said .” We promise to be gentle with you.”

[Wookey]

Great story. Looking forward to reading next chapter

[Momol]

Amazing start really curoius how big the master is

[Silver92]

Tbh I didn’t put much thought in continuing it lol. I’m definitely open to it. Ideas on direction are welcome

[KingClown]

they could have sex and destroy everything.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Yeah, this has a ton of potential, it's hard to believe that the mystery woman herself has a boss, as big as she is, I'm guessing her boss might be even bigger and more ripped than she is, if so, that would be something to see! k+! 

[szerep]

I really love the setup. Can't wait for more.

[Silver92]

Yeah, this has a ton of potential, it's hard to believe that the mystery woman herself has a boss, as big as she is, I'm guessing her boss might be even bigger and more ripped than she is, if so, that would be something to see! k+!

Thanks! It’s a bit crazy to see someone like you like my story. I kinda grew up reading your stories so this is very high praise

[phil123]

Great start and so there is room for growing. Looking forward to read the next chapter.