A Bodybuilder's Tale - Chapter 2"Showstealer"********
Michelle and her mom pulled up to the port parking lot in their oversized SUV. They had both decided that the only appropriate way to celebrate her extraordinary accomplishments was by enjoying a spring break cruise to the Bahamas. Sharon was even gracious enough to pay the fare for her daughter’s besties, as well as her boyfriend Daniel so that they could all join in on the four day adventure. The only catch was this: she would play the part of chaperone.
“Mom, I love you and all, but please don’t embarrass me on this trip, okay?”
“My only job is to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself,” she fired back.
“And when have I ever done that?”
“Oh?” Sharon was all smug now. “Well, remember when you were in middle school, and the teacher had to-“
“Fine,
besides that time.”
“And what about when we went to the fair with your uncle and you-“
“Okay, okay! You win…” Michelle relented as she got up from the XL passenger seat, the taxed vehicle groaning in relief as hundreds of pounds of pure muscle mass exited onto the asphalt. “I promise I’ll behave.”
After grabbing their luggage from the trunk, mother and daughter left to meet their travel companions. Michelle’s entourage was early and had assembled ahead by the entrance. Each member was either a long-time classmate or neighbor, and they were among the select few people in her life she could call true friends. She knew she could always count on them in a pinch, and they in turn could expect the same from her.
Michelle waved at the group before running ahead to greet them. On the left was Shayna, a junior who was her school’s undisputed track superstar. Her statuesque figure was supported by a pair of very long and very muscular legs. While they weren’t quite as bulky as Michelle’s, those legs could run the 200-metre in a blistering, state record-holding 9.50 seconds! To her right was the equally athletically-gifted Francesca. The tallest of the lot at an impressive 6’5”, she regularly used her height advantage to bully opponents in her sport of choice: basketball. Again, though her bodybuilding-inclined classmate had her well beaten for size, she had more than enough strength and speed to zip past defenders and dunk from the 3-point line!
Completing the girls of the group was the much more diminutive and unassuming, Yumi. Though she was born in Japan, she had spent her entire school life here in the States. She was by far the most slender of the bunch, with only a small amount of muscle and tone throughout. Yes, she could arm wrestle some of the less athletic guys and probably win (not that she would ever agree to such a thing), but for a teenage girl, she was rather underdeveloped by modern standards. You could blame her borderline unhealthy obsession with computers and tech for that. Though, having a top-end physique didn’t matter to her. She was an out-and-out genius who had been accepted a year early to the country’s most prestigious university, Norman College, and on a full scholarship no less.
Last, and certainly not least, there was Daniel. While not as built as the future Olympians or as intimidatingly brilliant as Yumi, there was no doubting he was quite the prize himself. His athletic build was sculpted around a 6’3” frame, upon which stood a very handsome face with deep blue eyes. Judging by his looks alone, you would’ve been forgiven to mistake him for a male model rather than a high school kid. On top of that, he was an A-student and captain of his school’s rugby team. It is, then, rather obvious why he and his hulking beast of a girlfriend were named prom king and queen this year.
Michelle exchanged warm hugs with each of them, receiving some well-deserved “congratulations” in the process, as well as a kiss on the lips from Dan. Mom was quick to break that up. Not long later, the would-be passengers headed up the ramp and set sail for what should be a memorable vacation.
Of course, the festivities couldn’t begin just yet. The first order of business was to see where they would be rooming. The William’s had booked themselves an impressive two-bed suite, fully equipped with a flat-screen, surround-sound entertainment center, a minibar, and a jacuzzi!
“Holy sh—oot, mom! This room is nicer than our house!” Michelle exclaimed, astonished by the luxurious setup.
“And one day, you’ll be able to afford a house nicer than this room!”
“Gosh I hope so. The bed at home is getting a bit too small for me!”
After getting settled in and unpacked, Michelle deftly grabbed a teeny-weeny red bikini that pushed the limits of decency from her suitcase and dashed to the bathroom to change. She then threw on top a loose fitting t-shirt and shorts in order to conceal her all too skimpy undergarments.
“Alright mom, I’m gonna go see what my friends are up to!” Michelle bolted out of the room so as to avoid any possibility of being chastised for her dress code violation.
“Don’t forget to…” her mom turned around only to find an empty room and a wide-open door. “Aaand, she’s gone.”
Going door-to-door, Michelle herded her companions together. It was time to get spring break underway!
Back when they were standing on the docks, it was easy to see that this state-of-the-art cruise liner was
humongous. Once on board, however, that description somehow seemed understated! Not only was it vast, but everything about it screamed peak 21st century living. There was a litany of activities to participate in, from a handful of pools, climbing walls, casinos, and more, as well as restaurants to satiate any palette. Not to mention, at the heart was an indoor mall so expansive that even the most dedicated of shopaholics could get lost in. It was a floating city in every sense.
“Good god, how does this thing stay afloat? I could live here!” Francesca exclaimed, eyes gleaming with excitement.
“I mean, isn’t that what we’re doing?” Yumi prodded.
“Oh, stop being such a smartass...”
As the high schoolers explored some of the amenities on offer, Shayna let out an excited gasp. “Looks like I found where we’ll be for the next couple hours,” she whispered, pointing to a set of neon signs that read “21+ ONLY”. From the looks of the snaking line of collegiate and midlife crisis types and the muffled sound of synth and bass, it had all the trappings of an indoor bar/nightclub. While the idea of getting wasted in the dark at 4:30 p.m. might be nonsensical to some, this was exactly the sort of place a bunch of brash teens could only dream of infiltrating.
Michelle took out her fake ID and replied, “Then it’s a good thing we brought these!”
Yumi, however, wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as the others. “Ugh, you guys really wanna go
there?”
“Yumi, you’re the one who made these IDs for us...”
“Yeah, well, that’s because I love and trust you guys! But… the sun hasn’t even set yet, and…” she sighed, “You know how I feel about being around big groups of dum-dums!”
Michelle patted her head gently, “It’ll just be for a few minutes, okay? We’ll grab one round, and then we’ll peace out!”
Yumi pouted, “...fine. But you guys are buying!”
The underaged posse walked over to the entrance. After a short wait, they each flashed their “IDs” to the bouncer, who was more concerned with checking out Michelle’s ripped abs than scrutinizing the watermarks. Once inside, they were immediately greeted by the sound of house music and the pungent odor of mixed drinks. Though the club looked a lot bigger on the inside, it was still nearly full to capacity. At the center of it all was a fairly robust stage on which a DJ was busy cranking out tunes.
Dan shouted over the deafening bass, “C’mon, let’s get some drinks!” before taking Michelle’s hand and leading her towards the bar. As the adolescents put in their orders, the DJ made an announcement.
“Alright everybody, I want to thank all of you guys and gals for coming out here today. I know you’re all busy trying to make this a cruise to remember… or not. So without further ado, let’s start things off right with a BIKINI CONTEST!”
The place went
wild! The DJ continued, “That’s right, any of you sexy ladies out there can participate! Just come around behind the stage and we can get you all set up. Oh, and first place gets 20 drink vouchers on the house!”
Hearing this, everyone in Michelle’s party stared directly at her. Though Shayna and Francesca had their own respectable assets to flaunt, neither held a candle to Michelle. Hell, she alone probably had more muscle than the rest of her friends combined! That sensational physique had been more than enough to sweep just about every high school bodybuilding competition she had ever entered. In theory, this should be much easier: a contest against a presumably unprepared and untrained general populace. Plus, the “judges” this time weren’t dissecting the symmetry of her poses or the conditioning of her quads. Instead, it was a half-drunk mob whose only wish was to see some beautiful women show off the good stuff. As long as there weren’t any physique or bodybuilding competitors, Michelle’s muscles should be more than enough to win them over.
Without saying a word, the circle continued to stare for several seconds. Eventually, she noticed their silence and glanced up from her drink with a quizzical face. “What? Why are you guys all looking at me?”
Francesca was the first to break the silence. “Are you kidding me? This is all you, girl!”
“Yeah, Michelle, go up there and show those skinny bitches what’s up!” Shayna egged on.
“Hey, I’m standing right here!”
“I said skinny
bitches, Yumi. You’re not a bitch!”
“Whoa, slow down girls!” Dan protested. “I don’t think this is a good idea...” The thought of his girlfriend posing in front of that lecherous crowd made his stomach turn. As rock-solid as their relationship might have been, it was still somewhat lopsided. Being a gorgeous young lady with the frame of a future bodybuilding queen meant that, realistically, Michelle could have any guy she wanted at any time. It was this simple truth that, along with his genuine feelings for her, made him work hard at being the best boyfriend he could be. He also had immense trust in Michelle, knowing that she wasn’t the kind of person to change relationships like clothing. Nevertheless, those reassurances could only do so much to alleviate that ever nagging worry of her leaving for greener pastures.
“Oh c’mon, don’t keep her all to yourself!” the girls persisted. “Yeah, she needs to spread her wings like a totally jacked butterfly!”
Michelle thought it over for a few seconds. “Mom would
kill me if she ever found out.”
“But…?” the group, sans Dan, asked in unison.
Looking at the ladies making their way backstage, Michelle couldn’t pick out a single participant who could reasonably challenge her. This wasn’t too surprising: only a small percentage of women had both the genetics and dedication to build that kind of body. This might be the perfect opportunity to show off her recent gains and snag an easy win. Plus, there was surely no way her mom had any idea she was here, right?
“Buuut… I may as well get in some more practice before competition season starts!” She turned to Dan, “Babe, you’ll support me, right?” Michelle put on that sexy pouty face that he knew all too well. Her eyes melted his heart, and her muscles, well… they did something else.
*sigh* “Fine… I guess it couldn’t hurt. I’ll do my best to keep those thirsty guys and girls off of you, yeah?”
Michelle smiled, “I won’t let you down!” She gave him a peck on the cheek and stripped off her shirt and shorts, revealing the vast ocean of musculature underneath. Making her way towards the stage, the crowd parted before her, awestricken by the absolute unit of a woman that was among them.
“You are so whipped,” her friends teased.
“Yeah…” Dan stared at Michelle’s near-naked body as it slowly disappeared behind the sea of people. “But it’s totally worth it!”
Michelle stood at the end of the line with the rest of the girls. With seemingly no one else coming up behind her, she checked out the backsides of the dozen or so women in front. “Not bad,” she thought. There was a mixed bag here: some were busty, some had great butts, and some were delusional. Most were in their mid-twenties or early-thirties, and with a little more training and conditioning, Michelle judged a few could probably make a splash at the fitness level. At the very least, any of these women could manhandle their counterparts of the opposite sex without much difficulty. Then again, that didn’t matter much here: this exquisite teenage beauty was a class above them all.
One of the stagehands led the sexy conga line towards stage left and gave each contestant a number to pin to their bikinis. Then, one by one, the DJ called them up.
“Alright ladies, it’s showtime! May we have our first contestant please?”
From backstage, Michelle could hear the sound of wolf-whistles among other unintelligible cries of approval. Number 1 was young, maybe a college student, and a very pretty one at that. Though she didn’t sport the body of someone who competed, she definitely kept in shape. Clothed in a black bikini that was appropriately small for this kind of activity, her lithe frame and sumptuous curves were plain for all to see. The rippling muscles of her midsection helped accentuate her endlessly-long legs. She stood proudly with her chest puffed out, revealing thick pectorals that could have shamed any male bodybuilder. She flaunted her figure with a few more sexy poses and turns, and the club responded with cheers once she left.
One by one, the contestants made their way onto and off the stage, each as lovely as the last. All the same, none truly stood a ghost of a chance against the mighty Michelle. If they had all gone out there at once, that conclusion would have been indisputable. After all, nothing in the world drove men or women as crazy as big, fucking,
muscles.Even so, as her call approached, the teenager couldn’t help the intrusive encroachment of anxiety. She had been on stage plenty of times in the past, winning over many an audience with her unbeatable blend of hyper-conditioned muscle mass and model-esque looks. This, however, wasn’t quite the same. An impromptu bikini contest in a nightclub open way too early was inevitably a far more alien environment than a American Bodybuilding Association-sanctioned event. While her competition was rather lacking, this wasn’t a crowd full of supportive friends and family fronted by a cast of experienced judges. What sprawled from the edge of that stage was a shark tank of ogling strangers that wanted nothing more than some eye candy to save for later. Maybe this was a mistake.
Relax, she told herself as she tried to restrain some hyperactive nerves.
None of these girls can compete with me. I just have to get out there and be confident! Gosh, I’ve done this a million times, why am I so-Suddenly, her train of thought was interrupted by the thud of heavy footsteps from behind. Before she could turn around, the screech of microphone feedback sliced through the air.
“Sorry about that! We’re almost done here folks, and boy, is this contest a close one! Number 14, show us whatcha got!”
With one last deep breath, she climbed up the steps, pushed past the curtains, and stepped onstage. Instantly, she was blasted by a faceful of blinding spotlights and an earful of overplayed music bolstered by screams, cheers, and whistles. The club was already going nuts for her.
In spite of the sensory overload, her eight years of training kicked in immediately, and she did the only thing she knew how to:
flex. Michelle recalled her routines of the past and put on a show she was sure they would never forget. With the help of her arms, legs, as well as her prodigious chest, she exerted an unquestionable aura of dominance over the other ladies. She was, simply put, out of their league. Every twitch of her hulking mass, every pulse of her sausage-thick veins, and every injection of shredded, grade-A beef into her swollen muscles drew more and more decibels from her admirers. The feel of her own steaming hot, diamond-hard body as her skin was stretched taut, flesh fighting for finite space, in harmony with the horde’s audible and ever-growing approval, amped her ego and desire to eleven.
Gosh, they are loving this!“Lusting” was the more accurate word. As popular and frequented as bodybuilding contests were these days, to have some young hotrod of a muscle monster flex it up on a club stage, her body barely contained by some tiny strips of cloth, was thrilling nonetheless. Guys and girls alike, disinhibited by the free-flowing alcohol, raved as her monolithic biceps grew ever upwards. Her boulder shoulders pressed up against her cheeks and ears, yet still she could hear their lust. They could barely believe just how freaking
wide this chick was as she spread her glorious lats to their absolute maximum, marveling at the sublime architecture of her muscle-carved back. That supreme figure was, as always, supported by two grandiose columns. She flexed both legs as she did her arms, curling each individually and causing fresh slabs of meat to pile high. Her thighs and calves crashed into one another like industrial steel cutters ready to cleave anything in their way.
Of course, the pièce-de-résistance was left for last. The instant she began inflating her already overstuffed, all-muscle boobs, the club
erupted. Their tangible excitement only drove her to inject more volume into her chest, forcing two jacked-up tsunami waves of tit flesh closer and closer towards an all too willing lot. Those two massive globes of peak feminine conditioning stood proudly as the exclamation point on this standard, yet highly stimulating, routine. All pumped up, she was now covered from head-to-toe in hundreds of pounds of woman-shaming girl-beef. Her overwhelming power and total command of her subjects was really ramping up her own libido, as evidenced by a pair of rock-hard nipples stretching the tiny top to its limit. She had flexed up a storm, and yet, not a single set of eyes had seen enough.
The DJ was as entranced as the others, having to pause for a moment to collect himself. Once he did, he passionately declared, “Did I say the race was close? Guess I spoke too soon!”
Michelle’s smile was almost as wide as her lats; the contest was hers! As if to signal her own victory, she placed one hand on her hip, and pointed the other up towards the ceiling. Her gesture was excitedly received by a thunderous roar.
“Hey hey, calm down!” The DJ tried to get things back under control. “Let’s not be rude now. You can have an encore once we’re done! We still have one more contestant!”
Michelle’s smile disappeared.
Wait, what? Wasn’t I the last one?“Finally, number 15, come on down!”
Her look of mild bewilderment quickly turned into unadulterated horror as the true final contestant stepped forward.
Holy shit…Shock was the only appropriate reaction here. First off, this girl was unbelievably gorgeous and didn’t look a day over 18. Making matters worse, she was alarmingly massive! While her upper half was wrapped in a black XXL track jacket that was somehow still a few sizes too small, her baby blue bikini bottom left her muscle-stuffed legs totally bare.
Flabbergasted, her mind raced:
Who the hell is that? How did I not see her?! Paralyzed by confusion, she stood frozen for several awkward seconds. The DJ rushed over and forcefully tugged Michelle’s ham-hock of a forearm, which did not budge, and told her to go backstage. Mouth agape, she eventually complied and trudged off stage right in a trance. Instead of joining up with the rest of the girls, she stayed behind on the steps, peering past the curtains to witness this mystery girl’s performance.
Number 15 was blessed with a fair complexion, a small button nose, a few faint freckles, and bright blue eyes that glowed like gems. Those stunning facial features were framed by an adorable and well-trimmed set of bangs, making the young vixen look even younger, and further augmented by a long, flowing ponytail of red hair that shimmered in a dazzling crimson wave. If looks could kill, she would have life in prison.
Fueling Michelle’s fears was, obviously, her
size. Despite appearing an inch or so shorter, it was clear from the sheer bulk of her thighs and calves, as well as the exceedingly tight fit of that overmatched jacket, that she might be just as built! If she indeed was as young as she looked, there was no doubt this girl would be challenging for a national title one day. Yet, there was something else about her that was far more frightening.
As the blazing hot redhead walked, or rather sauntered, towards center stage, she did so with an aura of confidence and sexual energy that turned the whole room into a sauna. Without firing a single pose, the sway of her hips and the arrogant look on her annoyingly immaculate face held the entire audience in the palm of her hands. They were hanging on her every move, and Michelle too couldn’t help but gulp in anticipation.
Backed by a thumping bass line, she flashed a sexy smile and lay both hands on top of her chest. Even with her arms and torso still fully-clothed, that skin-tight fit failed to conceal the voluptuous, X-rated contours of her luscious body. She traced her slender fingers down her sides, passing her gyrating, muscle-plated abdomen, and landing on a set of wide, womanly hips. She gave the strings of her bikini a couple of light, teasing tugs, goding deafening cheers from the rabid onlookers.
She wagged a finger at them, feigning disapproval. Then, she slowly turned around and tilted her pelvis so that they could all get a good hard look at her perfect butt. And goodness gracious, was it
perfect. Bigger than bowling balls, her glutes were bulbous and so masterfully crafted that they looked like they should belong in a museum dedicated to Renaissance sculptures rather than on display at some seedy hangout. Eyes still facing the audience, she placed one hand over her mouth, miming a facetiously shocked expression, while her other explored the soft, velvety skin of that scrumptious ass.
A couple of hearty smacks to that indestructible behind cranked the club’s volume several notches higher. She then dipped her head and torso down, letting both hands run over the thick cables of her hamstrings and toward a pair of outrageously beefed-up calves. She grabbed her ankles and surveyed the crowd upside down: everybody was going buck wild, and she was just getting started!
She whipped her head back up, ribbons of crimson hair fanning gracefully across her top as she arched her back in a delightfully sensual pose. Hands at her side now, she swung her hips back and forth like a metronome, hypnotizing her congregation. That divinely erotic sight seemed to hush the room as half the audience became lost in a daze. The sonic reprieve lasted only a moment though as she followed up by giving everyone a proverbial smack to the head, rudely awaking them with an eye-popping flex of her lower half!
Michelle gasped as every muscle from the redhead’s waist down quite literally
exploded. Vein wrapped cuts of muscle-meat burst to life in the most salacious way imaginable. Swathes of sinew studded the surface of her shredded glutes, her flex eliciting deep horizontal striations between delectable, burly hunks of she-beef as they blew up to the size of medicine balls! That alone should have been enough to make a few hearts stop. In fact, Michelle could have sworn some of the screams coming from her army of fanatical worshipers were of more than just emotional excitement.
The carnage below was no less enticing. Writhing anacondas of muscle fibers billowed outwards, warping her hammies into an obscene mass of flesh and blood. The back of her knee was practically swallowed by the invading musculature of her thighs and the monstrous calves beneath. While the others had the good fortune of seeing her backside straight on, Michelle had an equally enviable view from behind the curtain. From there, she could make out the breathtaking chevrons that formed from the intersection of her sartorius and adductor muscles, which tapered beautifully into the four-headed behemoths that were her quadriceps.
While all eyes were rightfully distracted by her load-blowing legs, she placed one hand on her front zipper, the other on her collar, and slowly undid the jacket. As she did, she stared at the sliver between the backstage curtains and right into Michelle’s wide, emerald-green eyes. The brunette, however, was far too bewitched to realize her peep show had been compromised. Her vision was firmly tunneled onto that zipper as it painstakingly made its way down. In doing so, she was able to preview the redhead’s spectacular upper body, catching glimpses of the exceptionally well-defined and vein-encrusted muscles of her chest and abs. The matching blue bikini top hidden underneath did little to obscure that view. When the jacket was finally undone, Number 15 shot her the slyest of grins and winked.
In one smooth motion, she whipped off the jacket, tossed it onto the hardwood, and turned back around to face her hysterical flock. Michelle almost had to cover her own ears as that grand reveal amped the din to dangerous levels. Indeed, the sum of all her fears was fully realized: this girl was every bit as big, every bit as muscular, and despite lacking any hint of sun, every bit as shredded! That little striptease had worked the whole place into a feeding frenzy. Now, it was time for her to give them what they really wanted.
Cheered on by what could only be described as a cult of personality, this superbly graceful girl began a posing routine that would not be out of place in a bodybuilding competition and seemed to mirror her predecessor’s own performance. Unfortunately for Michelle, any remaining memories of her the patrons might have had were completely wiped away once this young bodybuilding idol showed them her true potential.
The redhead kicked things off with a tremendous double bicep flex. Her jacked-as-fuck arms blasted off, quickly expanding past wrist-level with eye-gouging levels of brawn. The two demonic heads of her biceps wrestled each other for dominance in an erotic display of girl power. As those colossal guns framed her supermodel face, she bit her lower lip and gave the club a spine-tingling “I know you want me” look. Judging by the roaring cacophony, she was right on the money.
She then planted her arms behind her head and turned her attention towards that mighty midsection. Her hips once again swayed with hypnotic flow as she showed off a deliciously sexy belly dance. In a mesmerizing demonstration of muscle control, she made the dynamic masonry of her abs undulate as if they were waves atop the ocean. With each pass, the separations between the individual heads of that 10-pack grew deeper and deeper. Next, she cupped the underside of her muscle-packed “breasts” and proceeded to bounce them up and down. Each pulse inflated them like air into balloons, forcing them bigger and bigger with every seductive pump. The skimpy top that was already strained from the getgo could barely contain her areolas now!
Feeling the staggering sexual energy permeating the full house, she decided it was time for the finale. With another sexy wink, she lifted both arms, pushed one leg forward, and went into a heart-stopping full-body flex! To Michelle’s chagrin, it seemed as if this girl was holding back until just now. The thunderous crackle of ultra-fast muscular expansion temporarily eclipsed the combined hype of the entire club! Twin biceps lurched skyward, her craggy peaks nearly surpassing the top of her head. Despite lacking Michelle’s tan, with her skin stretched paper thin, the redhead’s cuts and veins were just as, if not more, well defined than her own.
As she continued to push her muscles to the max, her pretty face soon disappeared behind a wall of pure tit-muscle. Maybe she didn’t quite have Michelle beat on that front (thank goodness), but certainly nobody was complaining about this she-beast and her 18 inch cleavage. Those fucktastic beachballs of beef were absolutely riddled with ludicrous levels of vasculature, thick bluish veins crawling underneath their hyper-striated surface. Her monumental mammaries were flanked by a proportionately monstrous set of delts, lats, and triceps, which only further engulfed her head and made this top-heavy hourglass wider, and wider, and
wider!Michelle could only watch helplessly as the fiery damsel erupted into a full-blown goddess. Her own breathing began to quicken as this embodiment of pure perfection overwhelmed the senses. The view of her back was awe-inspiring: saturated with muscle, it twisted into a hellish landscape replete with vast plateaus of sinew, each clashing with the others in a violent, tectonic melee. She gulped as her eyes traced the roadmap of veins down towards that exquisite ass, those mommy-shaming hips flaring out to accommodate the added brawn being loaded onto that dump truck. She caught herself before her trembling fingers could reach down into her own moistened nethers, cheeks burning as they turned the same shade as her competitor’s hair.
After holding that incredible pose for a few seconds, and what seemed to be an eternity to Michelle, she relaxed. For a brief moment, those gigantic muscles shrank to a more manageable size. But as her pecs receded, a malicious smile was unearthed. For as much mental damage as she had already inflicted, the crimson maiden wasn’t done quite yet. Taking a deep breath, she launched one final gargantuan mega-flex! Moaning out of exertion and arousal, the sickening sound of skin being stretched taught by profanely pumped muscle-meat filled the air once again as her body burst outward one last time! Reaching the apex, her top suddenly snapped and fell onto the stage, the combination of her stacked pecs and long pink cock-sized nips proving to be too much.
That slut! Michelle couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Number 15’s chest was now fully exposed. She was utterly naked but for the teeny thong that had long been swallowed up by her buns and thighs. Yet, she did not mind one bit. For a second, the place was stunned into silence, traumatized by the breathtaking power this young girl had just summoned. Then,
hysteria. Cheering, yelling, screaming, and shouting, the listless masses had their mind’s blown into next Tuesday. Michelle couldn’t even hear her own thoughts.
The DJ himself, along with plenty of others, had blown his load. Fortunately, the club was too loud and chaotic for anyone to notice. The podium hid the mess in his pants as he struggled to collect himself. When he finally regained some shred of his composure, he shakily declared, “I… I th-think we have a winner!”
And with that, Number 15 released her flex. She bowed, revealing pornographic levels of cleavage, before blowing the crowd a provocative kiss. The DJ called for an assistant to bring her prize: a full deck of drink vouchers, as well as a bouquet of roses.
Alcohol spilled onto the stage as this rampant army of devotees celebrated with her. Completely unfazed by the fact that she was still topless, she tossed the flowers into the crowd, sending the entire stack of vouchers raining down with it. Like starving piranhas, the patrons fought desperately for those gifts bestowed upon them by their goddess.
Having had enough of her showboating, Michelle turned away in a huff, her heart wracked by an unfamiliar combination of defeat and envy. She had been so sure of herself at first. This wasn’t to be a narrow win for her; what was supposed to happen was a crushing victory. Instead, it all came tumbling down the instant that mystery girl stepped onstage.
Fuck this. She shook her head. This was no ordinary loss. She was downright embarrassed. Never before has she been so undeniably outclassed. It wasn’t her size that bothered her; they were about equal on that front. Plus, as a frequenter of both state and national competitions, this wasn’t the first time she had encountered someone that rivaled her own muscularity. Rather, it was the fact that this red-haired titaness boasted an X-factor that she had no hope of matching. It was the way she glided across the stage, how her hips swayed so smoothly, and used her flirty expressions to drive people up the wall. It all flowed like water. She had the body of a future Miss America and the tantalizing aura of an exotic dancer. She made everyone get on their knees to beg for more, and then, she gave it to them.
At this point, she needed to leave this dump and clear her head. But before she could turn the corner of the stage, she felt a firm grip on her shoulder.
“Hey!” a gentle voice called out. Michelle turned around to see the sparkling blue eyes of the triumphant young beauty. Still pumped from her shameless show of force, her jacket could only be zipped up as far as the bottom of her overflowing bust. “You were amazing up there!”
The stunned brunette couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not. In either case, she was far too flustered to eke out anything more than, “Oh, uh… thanks?”
“Seriously, you are soooo friggin’ built!” She spoke sweetly, sounding more akin to an innocent girl next door than the all-conquering sex goddess that she was on stage. “You’re totally going into bodybuilding, right?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.” Michelle struggled to muster even a modicum of enthusiasm.
“Me too!”
No shit.“Heather Greene,” she extended a hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
With some reluctance, she shook. “Michelle Williams.”
“Michelle…” Heather’s inquisitive expression soon turned to one of excitement. “I knew you looked familiar!”
“I… do?”
“Yeah, you took 2nd place at Nationals last year, right?”
Though she meant no disrespect by it, the mere mention of that 2nd place finish brought back painful memories. The Miss Teen America, or “Nationals” as high schoolers often call it, is a bodybuilding tournament held annually for girls under 16, 17, and 18 years of age. That result mattered little at this point, especially since Michelle had already been accepted to the National College of Bodybuilding. Even so, it was a trophy she would have loved to have in her room all the same.
“It was so darn close at the top. Really could’ve gone either way!” she smiled brightly.
Her comments offered little solace for her past defeat and even less for the one she had just endured. “That’s just how it goes sometimes.”
Heather nodded. “Anyways, I gotta run. I heard there’s gonna be a big party at the main pool tonight, so let’s catch up there, yeah?”
“Um, well, I think I could-”
“Awesome, see ya!” she waved, her heavy footsteps shaking the floorboards as she took off.
Before she could get another word in edgewise, Heather was gone. As if standing in the aftermath of a twister that had plowed through a small town, Michelle was left behind to pick up the pieces. She slowly made her way back to her party in a daze. Try as they did to comfort and encourage her, their words passed through both ears with no effect. There was room in her mind for only one thing.
Heather, huh? I’ll see you tonight.