Saturday Morning Amazons: The Best Built Beach Body Battle

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The following is a work of parody for entertainment purposes only.  All creations are the intellectual property of their respective owners. All characters are 18 years or older.


Chapter One

It was a sunny day in Cartoon Land and everyone was at the beach. Jessica Rabbit sprawled gracefully on a large, plush chaise lounge. Her crimson dress had been swapped for a daring bikini that accentuated her voluptuous curves, and her long, red hair cascaded over her shoulders as men crowded around her, desperate to win her favor. She shrugged off a serenade from Huckleberry Hound, magic tricks from Daffy Duck, and some clumsy advances from Johnny Bravo.
   "Thanks but no thanks, boys," she said with a sigh as she waved them away. "I'm only interested in muscles—big, strong muscles. The bigger and stronger, the better."
   Immediately He-Man, the Eternian warrior known for his powerful physique and magic sword, stepped forward and puffed out his chest confidently. "By the power of grayskull," he boomed. "I've got the biggest and strongest muscles in all the land. There's a reason they call me He-Man, after all."
   In a flash Superman flew in, wearing his signature blue tights and red cape. "Everyone knows I'm earth's mightiest hero," he proclaimed confidently. "The power of my muscles is legendary."
   Jessica purred with delight, her eyes twinkling as she stood between the two muscle-bound heroes, running her hands along their powerful shoulders. "Why don't we settle this with a bodybuilding contest right here on the beach," she said. "And the winner will get a night out with me. Or a night in, if you know what I mean."
   He-Man and Superman blushed at Jessica's suggestion, as a buzz of excitement overtook the crowd and the beach turned into a whirlwind of activity. In a few seconds  a small stage had been erected in the sand with a banner that read "Best Built Beach Body Battle." Just then, a slender figure approached the scene, a pretty blonde girl with long blonde hair and shining silver braces, clad in a modest blue bikini. It was Sharon Sptiz, a local high school senior known for her plucky attitude and awkward mishaps. "A bodybuilding contest? Neato!" she exclaimed. "I want to compete, too."
   "Are you sure, Sharon?" her friend Maria asked. "You've only been lifting weights for a few months now. This seems like a big challenge."
   "Yeah Sharon," her friend Alyson added. "I know the reason you started lifting weights was to build confidence, but there's such a think as overconfidence."
   "I've put on a lot of muscle in the past few months," Sharon declared. "And besides I just got a new swimsuit. What better time to show off the results of all my hard work? Maybe I'll even win."
   He-Man and Superman burst into laughter. "Ha! She's just a girl," He-Man chuckled. "There's no way she can have big, strong muscles like us."
   Superman nodded, smirking. "Yeah, she should be playing with dolls or gossip ping with her friends. We're too big and strong for her."
   Sharon, undeterred by their teasing, clenched her small fists. "I may look skinny but that's just because I haven't gotten my pump on yet!" she declared. "Just wait until the contest starts, then you'll see who's too big and strong for whom!"
   He-Man and Superman exchanged amused glances. Their laughter grew louder, dismissive and teasing. "Haha! Yeah, right," He-Man said, grinning.
   "Yeah," Superman said, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure your little girly muscles pump up really big."
   The crowd snickered, and Jessica Rabbit's smile faltered just a little. But then, she held up a hand to quiet everyone and said, "You two should be ashamed of yourselves for talking to a girl like that," she scolded. "I think Sharon should be allowed to compete. Let's see what she's got."
   He-Man and Superman shrugged, bemused, and Sharon flashed a silvery smile.
   "Did you just talk trash to He-Man and Superman?" Maria asked in disbelief. "Do you seriously think that your muscles are bigger than theirs?"
   Sharon looked at the tall, square-jawed heroes that she would be competing against. "They don't look that big," she said to herself, her confidence faltering just a little.
   "Competing in a  bodybuilding contest against superheroes?" Alyson cried. "You know how crazy that sounds, right?""
   "I've put on a lot of muscle in the past few months," Sharon said, as much to reassure herself as to reassure her friends.
   Her friends, however, didn't hear reply, as they were separated by a rush of onlookers. The stage was set for a contest the likes of which Cartoon Land had never seen.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Chapter Two

   A few minutes later Jessica was back on her chaise lounge, and a crowd formed around the stage, ready for the show to begin. "Welcome, everyone!" Jessica's husky melodious voice rang out. "Let's bring out our first contestant: the mighty He-Man!"
   With a flourish, Jessica gestured towards the stage. From behind the curtains, He-Man strode onto the stage wearing a fur-lined robe. The crowd cheered as he removed his robe to reveal his muscular frame, the rival of any professional bodybuilder, clad in a fur loincloth.
   Then Jessica spoke again. "And now, let's welcome a hero from the skies—Superman!"
   Superman stepped forward in a blue robe with his trademark "S" emblazoned on it. The crowd cheered as he removed his robe to reveal his muscular frame, every bit as muscular as He-Man's, clad in his signature red speedo.
   Jessica smiled coquettishly as she looked the two musclebound heroes up and down, before speaking once again. "And now, welcome our third contestant, Sharon Spitz!"
   Murmurs and chatter filled the crowd as Sharon smiled as she strolled from behind the curtain in a simple pink robe. Her "girl-next-door"  and bright smile gave her an appearance of innocence, until she curled her hands into fists and a steely confidence overtook her eyes. As Sharon curled her arms upward, her body expanded in every direction beneath her robe, swelling bigger and bigger beneath the fabric until it exploded into a shower of pink scraps to reveal a body packed with bulging masses of shredded muscle.
   In an instant, the entire beach went silent, staring in stunned disbelief. Despite her young age and short statue, Sharon Spitz was more muscular than He-Man or Superman. Much, much more muscular. Every muscle on her body was swollen with mass, boulders and slabs of rock-hard girl beef, impeccably sculpted and rippling with striations beneath her tanned, well-oiled skin. And every muscle on her body was fully visible, clad as she was in a microbikini so skimpy that it appeared to be nothing more than three small strips of shimmering light blue fabric held together by string.
   Flashbulbs erupted as the crowd buzzed with excitement, awed by the Sharon's titanic physique. Her muscle-capped shoulders looked bigger than He-Man's head. Her sculpted arms looked thicker than Superman's legs. Her pecs were as wide and thick as cinder blocks, bulging dramatically from her chest. Her waspishly thin waistline was studded with shredded abs, which were flanked with a deeply gouged adonis belt. Her thighs looked thicker than both of He-Man's put together, with quads that bulged with mass in every direction. Her calves, sculpted into diamonds of muscle, looked thicker than Superman's arms as they loomed over her slender ankles and tiny bare feet.
   He-Man and Superman were slack-jawed with shock, speechless at the sight of the mega muscular high school girl in the scandalously skimpy bikini.
   In the crowd, Maria and Alyson looked at each other in disbelief.
   Jessica Rabbit's eyes were practically sparkling with fascination. She was visibly captivated by Sharon's hulking physique. "Oh my goodness," she said. "This contest just got interesting."
   And so, with all three contestants now on stage, the Best Built Beach Body Battle began.

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[nickolai]

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Chapter Three

   "Alright contestants," Jessica Rabbit said with an air of authority as she strutted across the stage in her red sequined bikini, her round hips wiggling and her enormous breasts bouncing, "There will be four rounds of mandatory poses and one round of freestyle posing. I will judge you based on muscle mass, definition, symmetry, and posing. The first round is the double biceps pose. First contestant step forward now!"
   He-Man, the muscular hero from Eternia, was the first to step forward, his jaw set and ready for battle. He raised his arms and flexed his biceps. The muscles bulged impressively—each one measuring a solid 25 inches. The crowd responded with polite applause.
   Next up was Superman, the Man of Steel himself. He stepped forward with a charming smile. He flexed his arms, and his biceps also measured 25 inches—symmetrical and powerful. The crowd clapped politely again, acknowledging Superman's physique.
   "Oh wow," Shannon exclaimed with surprise, "Are your biceps really that small? My arms look bigger than yours, and I'm not even flexing!"
   The crowd murmured in disbelief. But there was no denying it. Even relaxed, Sharon Spitz's arms were bigger around that either He-man's or Superman's. Her triceps were enormous horseshoe-shaped blocks of muscle that strained against her skin, and her vein-streaked biceps
   "Maybe you're not flexing hard enough," Shannon said. "When I flex really hard my muscles get a whole lot bigger. Check this out!"
   Stepping forward, Sharon raised her arms dramatically and flexed. Her biceps ierupted into towering mountainous peaks of sculpted muscle straining against the tanned skin of her arms. The crowd's murmur became  a gasp. Sharon's arms measured an astonishing 45 inches.
   The crowd erupted into loud applause, while He-Man and Superman gawked in disbelief at the massive muscles of the young blonde woman with braces. A smile spread across Sharon's face as she realized what the amazed onlookers already knew: she was the most muscular person on the stage by far. Her heart filled with confidence as the cheers of the crowd rained down upon her.
   Excited by the realization of her muscular superiority, Sharon began to pump her muscles more and more, relaxing her arms and then slowly curling them again, visibly impressed with her own massive biceps as they grew larger with each pump. Her arms expanded from 45 inches to 48 inches, the muscle fibers visibly stretching beneath her skin.
   Jessica Rabbit's eyes widened in amazement. "Oh my word," she purred, her cheeks flushing.
   But Sharon wasn't done. She continued to pump her biceps, flexing harder. The muscles swelled again, pushing past 50 inches, reaching an incredible 52 inches—bigger than He-Man's and Superman's arms put together. The crowd went completely wild. Cheers and applause thundered across the beach as Sharon smiled, holding her pose at the 52 inch biceps throbbed with power. Excited by the cheers of the crowd, Sharon brought her arms up and playfully kissed her own biceps.
   Jessica was visibly captivated. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she stared at Sharon's towering biceps, completely enthralled by the sight of such raw power. "Ladies and gentlemen," Jessica announced as she collected herself. "Sharon Spitz has won the double biceps pose!".

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Chapter Four

   As the assembled crowd bristled with amazement, Jessica Rabbit clapped her hands eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Ladies and gentlemen!" she announced, "our next round will be the rear lat spread pose. Let's see who has the biggest, thickest, strongest back!"
   First, He-Man walked to the center of the stage, smiling but no longer projecting confidence. He turned his muscular back to the crowd. Gripping the sides of his fur loincloth, he pivoted smoothly, then spread his arms wide. His lats flared outward, creating an impressive V-shape that was thirty inches across.The crowd responded with polite applause.
   Next came Superman. He spun around gracefully, his chiseled back muscles rippling under his skin. Like He-Man, he spread his arms wide, revealing a broad, sculpted back that also measured about thirty inches across. The audience clapped politely again, acknowledging his impressive physique.
   But just as the applause was dying down, Sharon stepped forward, sweat beading on the colossal striated muscles that bulged from her body, making her sparkle under the sun. And when she smiled, her braces sparkled, too. The crowd murmured with anticipation as Sharon turned around to face away from the audience, placed her tiny girlish hands on her trim feminine waist, and paused. Sharon spread her arms and then her lats. Instantly her back erupted into a sprawling expanse of thick, knotted muscles that was so wide it nearly eclipsed the impressive bulk of her triceps, which was not easily done, given that her triceps were bulging hunks of muscle the size of rugby balls. The crowd's murmurs grew into loud, astonished applause.
   But Sharon wasn't finished. She rolled her bowling-ball sized shoulders forward and flexed even harder, causing her lats, traps, teres, rhomboid, and erector spinae muscles to bulge and thicken so dramatically that it looked like a mountain range beneath her soft young skin. At sixty-five inches across, her back was twice as wide as those of He-Man and Superman combined!
   Jessica's eyes widened in amazement. "Once again, young Sharon has flexed up muscles bigger than both of these heroic men put together!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as her eyes. "And what an incredible figure."
   Between Jessica's praise and the crowd's applause, Sharon was feeling more confident than she ever had in her life. "Thanks!" Sharon said. "When I started pumping iron I was worried that adding muscle would make my body look less feminine, but my waist kept getting tighter. And of course my butt got super big and super round."
   To emphasize her point, Sharon shifted her hips from side to side, making her basketball-sized glutes bulge and contract, all but bare thanks to the thin string of her microbikini bottom. "Oh my word," Jessica purred, fanning herself with her hand. "Few things impress me more than seeing big beefy buttocks bounce."
   "Really?" Sharon asked over her shoulder. "In that case, check this out!"
   Sharon tensed  her sculpted, gigantic glutes, making them harden into blocks of striated muscle and the crowd gasped audibly. Then suddenly, Sharon began to twerk, her enormous glutes bouncing with such an impeccable rhythm that the crowd couldn't help but clap in time. When Sharon finally turned around and flashed a silvery smile, the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, captivated by the young blonde's display of strength and showmanship.
   He-Man and Superman stared silently, as if stunned the superiority of the young woman's physique. Jessica clapped her hands enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling as she licked her lips. "What an amazing display of muscle control. I declare that Sharon Spitz has won this rear lat spread pose!"

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[georgeundertaker2004]

Amazing work bro, I hope you continue the story of Shannon as a muscle queen.

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Chapter 5

   By this point the beach was crowded with characters from all across cartoon land, packed together as tight as sardines in a tin, all of them drawn to the spectacle unfolding on the stage before them. Jessica Rabbit raised her shimmering hand to signal the next round. Her voice, sultry and commanding, cut through the chatter: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the next challenge—the abdominal-and-thigh pose!"
   He-Man was the first to step forward, his muscular frame rippling under the bright sun. Doing his best to exude confidence, he placed his hands behind his head, fingers lacing together to emphasize his broad shoulders. He then lifted his right leg forward, flexing his core and leg muscles in a display of strength. "Behold!" He-Man boomed, his voice echoing over the crowd, his six-pack abs sharply defined and his thighs measuring a formidable 35 inches and his calves equally impressive at 20 inches. The crowd responded with polite applause, some nodding appreciatively.
   Next, Superman strode confidently onto the stage. Dressed in his snug red speedo, the Man of Steel placed his hands behind his back and thrust his left leg forward. His abs were just as sculpted—six perfect ripples of steel—and his legs were every bit as big as He-Man's, with 35 inch thighs and 20 inch calves. The crowd responded with polite applause once again, but their attention had clearly turned to young Sharon Spitz.
   He-Man and Superman seemed crestfallen as everyone in the crowd, including Jessica Rabbit, waited eagerly for the massively muscled maiden in the scandalously skimpy swimwear to step forward. "Get ready!" Sharon's friend Alyson called out. "My girl Sharon is getting ready to flex!"
   "What do you mean, getting ready to flex?" Daffy Duck snapped in response. "I thought she was already flexing. She's got those two jokers beat hands down."
   Sharon's braces glinted in the sun as a wide smile crossed her face, brought on the realization that all her hard work had paid off. She had built a body that she could be proud of, and everyone in cartoon land was lining up to let her know it. And if it wasn't clear to her already, her friend Maria made sure she knew. "Did you hear that, Sharon?" Maria cheered. "You can outmuscle He-Man and Superman just by standing still. You don't even need to flex!"
   Sharon was overflowing with confidence now, and with a swagger in her step she came forward. "I may not need to flex," she said. "But I want to flex. I love to flex!"
   Then Sharon placed one hand behind her head, placed the other hand on her waist, thrust her right leg forward, and tensed her entire body. Instantly, her colossal muscles hardened into diamond hard blocks with razor-sharp definition. Her abs, unlike He-Man's and Superman's, were a breathtaking twelve-pack—each muscle sharply defined and rippling with vitality from her sternum to her nearly-bare pubis. Her thighs measured a staggering 72 inches around, each muscle of her quadriceps bulging absurdly with mass from her sweeping hips to the teardrop-shaped vastus muscles that overshadowed her knees, dwarfing the previous competitors. Her calves were even more impressive, measuring an astonishing 42 inches around as they loomed over her tiny ankles, diamond-shaped blocks of solid muscle over a foot thick, the skin crimping along their undersides due to her incredible leanness and muscularity. The crowd's chatter turned into a roar of astonishment, applause thunderous and unrestrained.
   But Sharon wasn't done. She began wiggling her hips to make her abs, obliques, and serratus muscles stretch and contract rhythmically like a symphony of sinew. "Get a good look, everyone," Sharon called out proudly. "My body is pumped to perfection and ripped to shreds!"
   Jessica Rabbit's jaw dropped open and her eyes bugged out wide as the crowd erupted into hoots and wolf whistles. Encouraged by the outpouring of admiration, Sharon reached down, and tugged suggestively at the flimsy strings of her microkini bottom, first pulling it tightly upward to accentuate the already visible outline of her labia and then pulling it downward until it only barely concealed her sex, all without disrupting the rhythmic gyration of her hips. "I hope this bikini doesn't obstruct the view," Sharon said. "It's the skimpiest one I could find, but it still feels like it's in the way."
   Jessica Rabbit's heart was pounding as she openly ogled the massively muscled maiden in the scandalous swimwear. Her ruby-red lips trembled, and beneath her sequined bikini top her nipples stiffened from desire until they were as long and hard as shotgun shells. Jessica's voice was faltering, her breathing heavy, as she spoke. "Sharon Spitz... you have... won... the abdominal-and-thigh pose," she gulped.
   As Sharon strutted back to her spot, still flexing and wiggling her hips, the crowd roared with applause. Sharon's smile widened. She had risen to the challenge. He-Man and Superman were two of the mightiest heroes in Cartoon Land, and she was outmuscling them with ease.  She was bigger than both of them put together. And the crowd knew it too, because they were cheering for her. "I've got this in the bag," she said to herself. 'As long as  nothing crazy happens..."

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Chapter Six

   The sun blazed relentlessly overhead and the three contestants in the Best Built Beach Body Battle were glistening with sweat, the legendary barbarian He-Man, earth's mightiest hero Superman, and fresh-faced blonde high-school girl Sharon Spitz. Sharon was standing tall and beaming with pride, having demonstrated the overwhelming superiority of her colossally muscled body in pose after pose. He-Man and Superman, on the other hand, struggled to keep up the appearance of confidence, having been outclassed time and time again by the young blonde with the blue barrette and silver braces who had built muscles bigger than both of them combined in just a few months of training.
   Jessica Rabbit, the curvaceous redheaded bombshell who served as both host and judge of the competition was sweating as well, having been whipped into a frenzy of lust by Sharon's exuberant posing of the monstrously muscled physique. Jessica's voice shook as she spoke once again. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next pose is..." she said, pausing to gather herself and restrain her obvious excitement, "my personal favorite, the side chest pose!"
   Once again, He-Man stepped forward first. Mustering up as much courage as he could, he rotated his torso to the side and flexed his right arm, pressing his chest outward to showcase his formidable pectorals. His chest measured a staggering 55 inches—a feat that elicited a polite round of applause from the crowd.
   Next, Superman strode forward, adjusting his bright red speedo. With a look of determination, he pivoted on his heel, turning to the side and flexing his own pectorals in perfect harmony with He-Man. His chest also measured 55 inches, and the crowd responded with another polite applause.
   But just as before, the cursory applause faded quickly and all eyes turned to Sharon Spitz—whose pectoral muscles were so big and thick that they resembled cement blocks beneath her young skin, making striations bloom with every movement and straining her skimpy bikini top to its very limit. Sharon couldn't help but smile at the obvious superiority of her chest, but when she saw He-Man and Superman standing beside her wearing hangdog expressions, she felt a pang of pity. "I almost feel bad for those two," Sharon said to herself. "I'm so muscular that this contest isn't a contest at all. Sure they were mean to me at first, but that's no excuse to be a bully. I'll go easy on them and flex my pecs just a little."
   Stepping forward and bending at the knee, Sharon struck her own side chest pose. Sharon put as little strength as she could into the flex, but her pectorals muscles were too big and powerful to be restrained. At the slightest contraction, the schoolgirl's pecs erupted outward into globes of striated mass that eclipsed her collarbones, touched her chin, and swelled out until they were over a foot thick measured an astonishing 120 inches—more than double He-Man's and Superman's combined. Instantly, Sharon's bikini top snapped into a hundred tiny scraps, exposing her perky pink nipples to all of Cartoon Land.
   The crowd went wild, howling in delight at Sharon's wardrobe malfunction as once again cat calls and wolf whistles filled the air, this time accompanied by showers of confetti and streamers. Jessica Rabbit, however, was silent. The buxom redhead was frozen solid in a pose of wide-eyed admiration, her tongue hanging hungrily from her mouth as she leaned forward on the edge of her chaise lounge, her enormous breasts close to spilling from her bikini top.
   "Oh no," Sharon gasped as she hurriedly covered her nipples with her hands. "I should have known it wasn't possible to flex just a little with muscles this big."
   Droopy Dog, dressed as a butler rushed to Jessica's aid, throwing a bucket of water on her to snap her out of her stuporific muscle lust, then hurriedly drying and styling her hair as he hustled her back onto her seat. Jessica quickly regained her composure, but the other competitors in the Best Built Beach Body Battle were starting to lose theirs.
   "Hey, she can't go topless," He-Man said angrily. "That's cheating!"
   "Cheating?" Sharon protested. "It was an accident! Besides, you two are both topless."
   "It's normal for men," Superman scolded. "A girl your age going topless is shameful."
   "Shameful?" Sharon said, clearly taking offense. "There's nothing shameful about a naked female body. The feminine shape has been celebrated in cultures all over the world for all of  history. In fact, the most important thing I learned from bodybuilding is to take pride in my body."
   "The most important thing to learn from bodybuilding is following rules," He-Man said, "And you broke the rules. If you win this contest, it will be a disgrace."
   "If I win?" Sharon cried, growing visibly angry. "What do you mean 'if' I win? I'm literally more muscular than both of you two put together. I deserve to win. I will win."
   "Jessica," Superman called, "I demand that Sharon be disqualified for her salacious display."
   "Not on your life," Jessica said with a dismissive laugh. "We'll take a short break so Sharon can find a new bikini top. Then we'll begin the final round of the contest."
   "Actually," Sharon said, placing her hands on her hips and thrusting her bare chest outward. "I want to pose topless. Like I said, bodybuilding taught me to be proud of my body. All of my body."
   "Such confidence!" Jessica gushed.
   "This is an outrage
   "Jessica, you can't allow this," Superman pleaded.
   "I can and I will," Jessica said breathily, looking past the man of steel and ogling the blonde, bare-chested, teenage she-hulk. "Contestants may wear as much—or as little—as they want to."
   "That's music to my ears," Sharon gloated, glaring at He-Man and Superman. "I think a little celebratory pose is in order. Get ready for an eyeful of Sharon Spitz's muscle tits!"
   Then, without moving the rest of her body, Sharon began to flex her big, bare pecs. First the right, then the left, then the right then the left. The crowd began to hoot and holler wildly as Sharon intensified her pectoral dance. Her tanned, sweat-soaked pecs bounced up and down, contracting into striated blocks and relaxing into rounded globes, one at a time and both at once with rhythmic precision, her pert pink nipples engorging with excitement as she fed off the energy of the cheering crowd. Across the beach, cameras flashed and signs began to appear reading 'Sharon's Breasts Are Best' and 'We Luv U Sharon' and so on.
   Jessica Rabbit was visibly captivated, panting like a dog with her eyes fixed on Sharon's fearless bare-chested exhibition of muscle control, lost in the sheer spectacle of it all. Finally, she was able to gather herself and tell the crowd what they already knew. "Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, "Sharon Spitz has won the side chest pose competition!"
   "Now that was a salacious display," Sharon laughed, her braces shining in the sun as she shot a venomous glance at He-Man and Superman.
   "Get ready everyone," Jessica called out. "Because the final round of our contest is coming up, and it's freestyle posing where our contestants can do anything they want to show off their muscles!"
   He-Man and Superman looked at Sharon Spitz's impossibly muscular body, their faces showing both fear and frustration. Sharon smiled confidently, her eyes narrowed in anger as she turned to her outclassed competitors. "You know, for a little while I actually felt bad for you guys, and I was going to go easy on you, because I didn't want to humiliate you. But now that I know what jerks you are, I'm not going to go easy on you. And you know what? I'm going to enjoy humiliating you!"

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[brave_archer]

Oh heck yeah, bring on the humiliation. Can't wait to see Sharon let loose completely

[georgeundertaker2004]

Oh man, I can't wait to read the humilliaton, and I'm even more eager to read when finally Jessica gets to put her hands on Sharon, it'd be great if she specially played with her pecs.