Flushing Rocks

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COMPETITOR'S BLOG
My friend Liz and I are both competing in the Miss Titan contest this year and though I love her like I would love a sister, part of me has come to hate her over the months leading up to the big night. She's twenty-eight years old, two years older than me, and she had been the one who had introduced me into the world of bodybuilding. Part of me had gotten infatuated with her on the day in which she took our PE teacher into a scissors-hold in front of the whole class, from which she only released him after he had been humiliated into tapping out.
Her thighs had always been her best feature and during our teens, we sometimes measured them. After she had crossed the 40-inch mark, for some reason or other she never let me measure them again, but they might have doubled since then. It didn't matter whether she wore jeans, shorts or baggy trousers, nothing could hide her obscenely bulging quads, hamstrings, abductors and adductors. There was not an ounce of fat on those thighs and there was not a boy in Flushing Rocks who hadn't dreamed of being scissored between them. Her calves were hardly less impressive and she always wore high heels (even while under the shower) which would keep the diamond-shaped muscles in a perpetual flexed state. I don't know whether she had to shave her legs, but they looked so smooth that, had they been forty inches smaller, they could easily have been mistaken for those of a super-model. Like I said, I was a bit infatuated with her and for years, I wondered whether I was in fact a lesbian.
Inspired by her, I had started working out and because she was two years older, I always looked up to her as an example. I on my part, however, focused mostly on my upper body, as I had soon found out that I developed muscle there more easily. I was particularly proud of my biceps, which measured 36 inches on Prom Night and have gotten even bigger since then. The Miss Titan organisation does not allow us to share any current stats or sizes of our muscles, but just imagine a super-sized male bodybuilder's arms and multiply them by two or three. I had officially beaten the curling machine in Herbert Anderson's gym when I'd added so much weight that, instead of lifting the iron blocks, I had ripped the whole machine from the ground and kept it aloft with just the strength of my upper arms. I held it there for a full two minutes, as press photographers came to take a picture and were meanwhile interviewing me.
For a Miss Titan promotion clip, I had bent a 15-inch thick iron bar against the quads of Liz's right leg. It was so ridiculous that we couldn't help but laugh outrageously and it reached ten million view within a single day, which was a new Miss Titan record. I could imagine all the pathetic little men jerking off to our sculpted physiques and the muscle mass that was used to overpower the bar. The organisation guessed that the strength I needed to bend such a thick bar was equal to the strength needed to bench press 20,000 pounds but the figure was just picked randomly because no one else had performed this feat before. Benching 20,000 seemed like a reasonable number to me, though. And Liz's quads were the hardest substance I had ever felt, so it only made sense that the bar would buckle against their power. I felt myself going wet as I imagined how unbelievably sexy we must look at that moment and I might have fucked Liz right then and there if it hadn't been for the rules prohibiting sex.
In fact, I twisted it so far around her upper leg that its ends met and so Liz's enormous leg wore a thick metal band, but then she started flexing really hard and her thighs reached proportions I'd never seen on anyone before and then the metal simply shattered into four big chunks which fell to the ground with a loud clang. I simply kneeled down in front of her and kissed those massive quads, making sure the camera's got a good shot at it.
Now they adorn today's Miss Titan newspaper.
If I had to describe the picture, I would say that my head is utterly dwarfed by the size of her hamstring, even unflexed.
I'm sure AI could come up with a really sexy picture, but in fact it wouldn't do reality any justice, so you'd better just use your imagination. To be honest, it exceeded even my own imagination and I felt myself going wetter and wetter. This rule of no sex is really going to cause trouble. I'm not a nymphomaniac but with so many ultra-gorgeous women walking around there's bound to be some 'situations.'

Anna's another woman walking around here and where Liz is leggy and I have a divine upper body (if I may say so myself), Anna has abs that are out of this world. I bet I wouldn't be exaggerating when I say that I could probably put my index finger between a crevice on her washboard stomach and not reach the bottom. The other day, we had a strange quad-like device brought to our training grounds, which was built so that its bumpers and hood rested around 4 feet above the ground and we made it ride straight into her. Now this quad reputedly had an engine of over 500 horse power and we made it drive Anna's abs repeatedly, until its whole hood was crumpled and the bumper had fallen off. Yet the only mark that Anna showed was some light red bruising at the point of impact. She hadn't yielded even a single step against the powerful quad motor and completely overpowered it, solely with the strength of those abs. As a typical workout, she does a thousand crunches with a big 500 lbs metal ball, before moving on to her obliques and performing that same feat at each side. Of course, for a normal person to perform a thousand crunches within an hour would be an extreme accomplishment, but Anna performed her entire circuit (that's three thousand crunches) within 45 minutes, even with that heavy metal ball in her hands. Remember that the next time some boy at the gym starts whining after some abs-training. Anna also loved planking and she could do it for hours on end. Rumour has it she sometimes even sleeps an entire night in a planking position, but I can't confirm or deny that rumour, simply because I haven't seen it. It would hardly surprise me, though.
And that's not all.
Yesterday, the organisation gathered us together around noon and then had all of the competitors, apart from Anna herself of course, climb on each other's shoulders and then step unto her midsection. She carried our entire weight: twenty-three women who are all well over 200 pounds, and she still kept breathing normally and calmly. Of course, she kept her abs in a state of perpetual flex all that time and we just stood there, a pillar of muscle, for a full minute before we gently stepped off. If she would have been run over by a bus, it would probably hardly leave an imprint and the passengers would be in for a very bumpy ride. It is often said that diamonds are the hardest substance on earth, but I wouldn't count on it. A smith could use her abdominal section as an anvil and he could hammer away with all his strength, forging the iron into the exact shape of that midsection. It's almost a shame that I will have to compete against Anna in a couple of weeks time, because she surely deserves a reward for those outstanding abdominal muscles.
With all the extra training machines needing so much power, the town went into an electricity black-out three days ago. Of course, we couldn't leave our friends and loved ones in the dark and without a tv broadcasting our interviews and exercises all day long and so Herbert Anderson had come up with the idea of a giant dynamo. Now, Flushing Rocks isn't a big town and there probably aren't more than ten thousand households, but to provide all these households with electricity for a whole day required something special. Fortunately we, the Miss Titan contenders, are just that: something special. Some genius egghead had calculated that we would need to generate a constant force of five megawatts, which sounds like a lot because it is a lot. I don't know if you've ever been on an exercise bike or rowing machine but you probably don't produce more than 200 or 300 watts at any given moment. Maybe some of you guys are really strong and tough and have a great stamina so that you might produce up to 500 or 600 watt. But that is of course nowhere near 5 megawatt, because, let me remind you, that's 5 million watt! Of course there were twenty-four of us and we're nowhere near a regular woman or even a strongman, so we took our places on our favourite machines, which had all been connected to a large power-station. For your understanding, that was something like a battery that had to be charged, as it was simultaneously drained by all the households and factories of the town using electricity. I took my place on a rowing machine and started typing in the resistance that I was to overcome, with this resistance being used to charge the battery through a dynamo. I just hope I'm explaining the physics right. It has never been my strong suit. As I started rowing, the machine indicated that my muscles were generating a very respectable ten thousand watt but of course that was not enough. Just to give you an idea, it might have been enough force to row a boat at a hundred miles an hour over a rough sea. Give or take. But I needed to exert more force, so I typed in some more figures and soon I was providing thirty thousand watt. That would have been enough to put a large oil tanker into motion, perhaps, but it was not enough to provide the people of my dear hometown with their much-needed energy. Now, all around me, women were exerting their superhuman muscles to create a superhuman force and some of us really had to push ourselves to our limits. I for one felt that my muscles were really burning and I started to sweat rather profusely, which I haven't done in years, simply because there was hardly ever any reason to really push myself physically.
Liz of course had used an exercise bike and she'd generated more power than any of the other women, so maybe she'll be the one to beat on the Big Evening.
Her legs were so pumped right then that they looked the muscles might simply stretch her skin apart and the sheen of sweat covering those smooth and sculpted muscles gave her a sex-appeal that I'd never seen on anyone before. Her calves jutted out a full ten inches on both sides of her shins.

So that's it for today. I hope you liked reading my blog and look forward to your comments. Last week I had twelve marriage proposals, but I'm sure you guys will be able to top that this week. Hell, I might even marry more than one man and have a harem of my own. After all, who's to stop me from doing so?

P.S. You probably don't believe any of this stuff is real and that I'm just making it all up, but I challenge you to watch the Miss Titan contest and see us all in action. In fact, you might come to visit our town and watch us with your own eyes!
I promise you we won't disappoint and I might even give you a private viewing if such a thing is to your liking. 😉

[Edhellion]

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THE ESCAPED WOMAN
Today, one of the Miss Titan contenders has escaped the compound where they were gathered. We do not know anything about her intentions, but though she might not be armed, she must be considered extremely dangerous.
Do not approach her on your own and don't let her know that she's being sought. The authorities will deal with this matter and will take care that no one will be harmed. The Miss Titan organisation does not want to take any responsibility for actions she might take.
Official Statement

The guy who was sitting in Ted's Diner had to look twice to convince himself that what he saw was real. There, walking in the street, was a woman so gorgeous and so muscular that she simply had to be a Miss Titan contender.
And she was completely naked.
Each forceful step she took made her firm breasts bounce, but those seemed to be the only non-muscular tissue on her entire body. The guy didn't know her name, but he knew that something was wrong. For one thing, all the competitors had to be at the compound and for another: why the hell was she walking around without any clothes on?
Without taking his eyes off her magnificent and incredible body, he took his phone out of his pocket, not to call anyone, but simply to start filming. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with them. He might send them to the police, simply sell them to the highest bidder, or he might print them and hang them above his bed so that she would be the last thing he saw every night and the first thing every morning. His boner was pressing painfully against his trousers, craving to be freed from its confinement, but apart from that, the guy managed to keep quite a bit of composure, considering what he was witnessing. As a young boy, he'd been a fan of Chyna and Cory Everson, then he grew to be older, he'd watched all the movies and tv-shows featuring Gina Carano, and Miss Olympia contests, but this woman was a lot bigger than those.
Cautiously, the guy followed her, making sure to keep his distance and to keep filming. His camera was almost automatically attracted to her massive glutes. Some asses are said to be able to crunch a walnut, but this ass must be able to crack any material known to man! The glutes were the size of watermelons and though they must have consisted of pure muscle, they were well-rounded. Such an ass could only have been the result of years of squatting heavy weights. And then those calves! They contracted with every step she took, creating a ball so big that the guy's head would fit into it at least four times.
There was something strange in the way she was walking, though. Her steps were measured, but there was something hesitant in them and suddenly the guy knew: she was somnambulating! Sleepwalking.
His curiosity now piqued even more, he kept following and so he found out that her destination was Theo Eagles's shop. The door was closed, but of course that couldn't stop her and she simply walked straight through it. The guy didn't know if her eyes were opened or closed, but there had not been a single moment of hesitation as she rammed her body, tits-first, through the massive wooden door. Nor was there a moment of slowing down. She'd just walked through the ten-inch door as if it hadn't been there.
Cautiously, the guy looked around a corner, careful not to wake the sleeping goddess. She had walked straight to the protein section and was imbibing shakes and bars in enormous quantities. She would guzzle a bar into her mouth, then wash it away with a large protein shake and already, there were many empty bottles and wraps lying on the ground around her. The guy could hardly understand how she managed to eat and drink so fast! It was like a mukbang of protein and he wondered what the effects would be. He half feared the woman would grow right in front of his eyes, but that was of course ridiculous. Muscle was built slowly over time (except that in Flushing Rocks it seemed to take a lot less time to grow). He wondered whether he should wake her now and was sure a silent alarm must have been triggered. Any moment now, the cops could arrive on the scene and the guy didn't want to be found as some sensation-seeking spectator who had done nothing than stand by.
He walked into the shop and made a slight cough to catch her attention, but there was no reaction. She took another box of protein bars from a shelve and started unpacking like a maniac. Any moment now, she might throw up. No stomach could be big enough to process all that food that she'd already guzzled down. He coughed again and walked over to her, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. Something like a snorting noise was the only reaction he got, as though she didn't want to wake up.
He took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, but of course it was way too small and couldn't even cover her breasts. Then she opened her eyes and, still with a sleepy look, she started to mumble around the protein bar that had gone into her mouth almost whole. The guy told her that she was probably sleepwalking and that he figured she must be a Miss Titan contender.
This last sentence made her look up sharply and she was suddenly wide awake. She mumbled that she had to get back, handed him back his coat and then simply ran off, back to the training compound. The muscles of her legs tantalised the guy, who had even forgotten to keep filming her. Then again, he'd never forget the sight of those legs carrying her so fast and so graciously.

[Edhellion]

FAMILY MATTERS
Briony was seventeen, her mother was thirty-five.
It was the first time that a mother and a daughter were to compete in the same Miss Titan event and large bets were being made as to which of them would finish highest. Both of them were outsiders for the Big Title itself, and they both easily outmuscled any human being found outside Flushing Rocks. And whereas there was a lot of jealousy among all the contestants, mother and daughter both felt the other should win.
Not that there was no jealousy between them. Elizabeth Hamilton's body was simply divine for a thirty-five year old mom and she was often mistaken for Briony's elder sister. Briony hoped that her body would look just like her mom's when she reached that age, because to a seventeen-year old girl, thirty-five seems almost ancient. All of Briony's male friends had secretly Googled the sexy pictures of her mom and Briony was well aware of this, but instead of thinking them perverts looking for MILFs, she knew her mother had a sex-appeal that was almost out-of-this-world.
But whereas Briony envied her mother's body, Elizabeth was both proud and extremely envious of what her daughter had achieved at her tender age. When Elizabeth had been seventeen herself, she was already into working out but her aspirations reached towards the Wellness-divisions and it was only three years later that she and Sean had decided to move to Flushing Rocks because by then Elizabeth had known that her body carried way more potential than a simple Wellness athlete's. Briony had already been two years old then, but there had never been a moment's regret in Elizabeth's mind at becoming a mother at eighteen. She'd kept working out during the pregnancy and where most young mothers looked back in horror at those nine months, Elizabeth had just been enjoying her pregnancy and had looked tenderly at the small swelling of her belly as the baby had grown in her womb. Within one week after giving birth, her entire body had been back in its pre-pregnancy state, except that she had grown even more muscular during those nine months. Having moved into Flushing Rocks, Elizabeth had started frequenting Herbert Anderson's gym, where she worked out ferociously. She even pumped iron while simultaneously breast-feeding and the tightening of her nipples gave her an extremely horny feeling. Herbert would often find himself some chores near the sight of that exposed breast, though he also felt it was wrong to watch such an intimate scene. Of course, Elizabeth's breasts had swollen considerably in the months of her pregnancy and during the year in which she nursed her baby.
Now, Elizabeth and Briony had to act as rivals and that didn't come easy to either of them. Elizabeth was known for her incredible stamina and she had completed several Ironman competitions (of course always finishing way ahead of the rest). But Briony had more raw strength in both her arms and her legs. Elizabeth had more of a tan than her daughter and Geoff Barnes had made a close-up photo in which it was hard to distinguish her lower arms from a very smooth tree trunk, both in colour and shape. She'd spent some time in the South-American jungle and it was whispered she'd partaken in a secret Native American ceremony. Rumour had it that she'd gotten her incredible strength from a shaman's spell, but in fact it had all just come from excellent genes and a lot of hard work. Other rumours had it that she'd wrestled an anaconda that had started to strangulate her when she was asleep, but in fact there had been very little wrestling. The snake had had its slithery body around her throat, but she'd simply flexed her neck muscles so that she could breathe easily and she had never been in any danger.
Briony had always loved the stories that her mother would tell at her bedside, especially because Elizabeth often used props to illustrate her words. Instead of a dull story about knights and damsels in distress, Elizabeth told tales of damsels that were so powerful that the dragons had to be rescued by them. She soon introduced romance in her stories and had raised Briony with the idea that women are naturally stronger than men and that most men gladly accept this fact. However, Elizabeth had also taught Briony the word misogynist at an early age, referring to men who just couldn't believe that they were so easily overpowered and outmuscled by women. It had been quite a shock therefore, when Briony had started watching movies, in which the action hero was a man and in which the women were fawning over these men. Sure, some of those men looked more muscular than the men of Flushing Rocks, but why did they consider themselves superior when it was so obvious that most women in her town had arms twice the size of Arnold Schwarzenegger or Jean-Claude van Damme? Briony began to think that all men were really stupid and really arrogant.
Now, she and her mother would make jokes whenever they met each other on the Miss Titan-compound. Briony would tell Elizabeth to take it easy because her bones must have become brittle from age and when her mother replied that Briony still had a lot of growing-up to do, she flexed an arm that was bigger than three men's heads. Of course Briony didn't let this go unanswered and her bicep was almost as big as Elizabeth's. Both of them knew they would be even bigger with a good pump.
Briony knew that she indeed had some growing-up to do and that she would become even bigger over the following years, whereas for her mother those same years began to count. In the outside world, a thirty-year old bodybuilder was often over her top, but Elizabeth had to be the fittest mom on the planet.
If it would come down solely to the amount of growth over the past year, there would be no competition, as Briony was undisputedly the champion in that respect. She had already been a hulking girl one year ago, but every single body part had grown by at least ten inches since then. Before- and after-pictures showed a girl with an almost baby-face with incredible muscles on the one hand and on the other a girl so shredded it was almost grotesque.
No one who would go through the family photo-albums would be surprised by such growth, as each increasing year in those pictures had shown an exponentially growing muscle-mass.
Sean had documented their daughter's growth faithfully, both in pictures and in raw data. After she had reached the age of fifteen, though, he had come to feel uncomfortable about measuring his daughter, but by then she had had thirty-six inch biceps and a chest over double that size.
Then, after turning sixteen, Briony had approached the Fit and Feminine magazine herself, sending in some credibility-defying pictures.
Of course the pictures were published next month.
It led to record sales of Fit and Feminine and the paper version was even in higher demand than the many pirated pictures that could be found all over the internet. The centrefold showed a picture of Briony squeezing her chest together and it had been taken in such a way that it looked almost as if her pecs had a canyon between them.
It was only then that Briony found out just how attractive her body was, as boys and men of all ages threw her meaningful glances over the following weeks.
Briony was afraid the people of Flushing Rocks would find out about her affair with Erik, whereas everyone knew she and Shelby had been very close for years.
She purposely avoided running into Erik by chance and didn't react to his texts.
Maybe after the Miss Titan, she thought to herself, she could confess to her cheating and put it all out in the open.

For now, she and her mother were persuaded to hold a little tug-of-war, not with a rope of course, because the rope would simply tear if they pulled with al their strength. No, they were having a tug-of-war with a fifteen inches thick iron cable that was used for deep-sea internet connections and was meant to withstand incredible forces.
The cable itself weighed a whopping 18,000 lbs and was brought to the arena with a heavy truck. Mother and daughter looked at it interestedly and in their heads, both were already thinking of how to win this event. The cable was a hundred feet long and the contest would only be won if either of the women could pull the other all the way in. That meant it was a contest of endurance as well as of pure, raw strength and in that respect, Elizabeth was thought to have an advantage. Mother and daughter both took hold of one part of the cable, squeezing it under their armpits because it was too thick to hold in their hands. Then they took a number of steps back so that the cable was tightly stretched all the way. Even this feat in itself required an enormous amount of force.
'May the best of us win, honey,' Elizabeth said, as she gave a short tug at the cable to show Briony that she was ready.
Then a whistle sounded and they both started pulling. As expected, Briony took an early lead and her mother was forced to take three small steps before she regained her balance. The cable groaned from the power that was exerted upon it, the sound of metal scraping over metal as the several coils started twisting tighter around each other. The sound rose as more and more force was exerted by the two powerhouses, neither of whom was ready to give up. Briony was the first to start grimacing, but her mother cursed through clenched teeth.
But then something strange happened, Briony took a small step back, while her mother also took a step back simultaneously. It took a moment for the referee to understand that this meant that the cable had grown longer. These two muscular monsters were pulling a fifteen-inch-tick metal cable apart! The groaning of the cable got louder, but no one was alarmed yet, because it still held and the women couldn't keep up this amount of pulling force, could they?
But the groaning grew louder and the pitch turned higher, until it was almost the sound of fingernails drawn over a blackboard, amplified a thousand times in volume. The two women kept pulling, their faces growing redder, but they both kept taking small step backwards, never was either of them pulled in by the other. After two minutes it was obvious that the thick iron cable was going to give out and one of the jury members, who was also a part-time physicist, knew that a cable under so much strain, once broken, could whip out in a random direction, which would provide a great risk for the bystanders.
In a great panic he started waving his hands to both women, urging them to stop pulling, but they had gotten into the zone of muscular exertion and there was no way they were going to leave it until they'd overpowered something. It was the same zone addicts reach, when they get a shot of their substance, or the zone in which the gambling addict becomes one with the slot machine.
The physicist cursed and several men walked over to both women, but everyone suspected it would be in vain. Both Elizabeth and Briony had their eyes closed and their heads were in their necks from pure ecstasy. It was like they were being sexually satisfied without anyone even touching them.
'Stop this right now!' Herbert Andersson yelled through a microphone, but his voice could hardly be heard over the horrific screeching that led to goosebumps and heavy irritation for all the misophonists in the area. 'If you don't stop, we will disqualify you!' Came an empty threat, but it had no effect.
'We're just having fun!' Elizabeth yelled in answer, her voice strained from effort.
The shrieking became so ear-shredding now that every person present, except for the two women involved, were covering their ears.
'Just a little more honey!' Elizabeth shouted, her voice over 150 decibels loud just to make herself heard over the deafening noise.
'Easy mom!' Briony returned. 'We don't want this chain to backlash.'
'Ha, afraid of getting hurt, little one?'
'No, we just don't want to make any casualties do we?' The two women were now conversing at over 160 decibels each, roughly the equivalent of an F16 in full flight. Their very voices were creating a storm between them.
'Oh honey, don't be squeamish!'
'Okay, have it your way then!' Briony shouted as she started tugging even harder.
Any moment now the entire cable was going to snap and everyone had already gotten out of the area it might sweep into. It was like a tornado, where no one had any idea in which direction it was going to move, only that it would be devastating.
'In a moment I'm going to count to three!' Elizabeth bellowed in a pitch that was still surprisingly feminine.
And then she started counting down. The two women released the pressure a bit, creating some slack that would make it easier to break the cable. Both Elizabeth and Briony were bracing themselves for one huge, titanic tug.
'NOW!' Elizabeth thundered and they both jerked back their arms with all their strength simultaneously. The cable stood no chance and with a an ear-splitting noise it snapped, its very fabric destroyed so that the different coils swept away in different directions with a loud bang as each of them broke through the sound barrier.
'You did good hon,' Elizabeth said in a now normal voice as she walked over to her daughter and took her into a tight embrace, patting the ridiculously muscular back of her daughter who was trying to squeeze the air from her lungs at the same time.
'We both did good, mom,' Briony whispered into Elizabeth's ear. 'I'm sure we're going to devastate the competition.' At that moment, they both believed that the two of them were the only contestants who stood a serious chance. 'Just promise me one thing,' Briony continued, looking her mother deep in the eyes while putting her hands on the gargantuan biceps of either arm. 'Don't go easy on me tomorrow. If I win, I want to win fair and square. I don't need any pity or compassion. I've still got years ahead of me.'
Her mother returned this with a stare so cold that her eyes were almost daggers. 'Are you suggesting I don't?' she then quipped, with the slightest of smiles around her mouth.

[nickolai]

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[Edhellion]

THE BIG NIGHT

I
As one of the judges of this year's Miss Titan contest, I bore a great responsibility. It is not easy to chose between twenty-four women, all near-perfect specimens, and to award one of them with the most prestigious of prizes. This year, like all the other years before, promised to be one of extreme rivalry and competitiveness and each of the contestants had a background story that made her uniquely suited for the top of the Olympus. That being said, I was looking forward to the contest like a giddy child waiting for his birthday and its many presents.
The night began with the customary presentation of the athletes, who were all superwomen in their own right. The stage on which they paraded their gorgeous musculature was made of reinforced concrete, so that the risk of one of the contestants breaking through the floor was minimal. This safety precaution had only been installed after the contest of 1995 in which that very thing had happened, after which the rest of the show had to be continued outside, where it happened to be pouring with rain.
The members of the jury sat behind a large desk which shielded their lower bodies from view and two of my fellow judges started stroking their dicks as soon as the first lady, Sara, had entered the stage. She wore a dress that appeared to be nothing more than some rags that had been randomly draped around her body, though it left her breasts and crotch covered.
Catcalls from the crowd immediately proclaimed her the winner.
But then the next contestant, Lena, came onto the stage and Sara was almost immediately forgotten. Lena herself met the same fate as the next contestant came along, and so on, until all twenty-four had convinced the entire audience that none of them had come to this competition without reason and that each of them had a body so absolutely gorgeous to any lover of female muscle that the entire night was one long and intense sexually stimulating event for the judges as well as for the audience, for women as much as for men.
After the traditional opening poses, we did award Bo Barnes with the most points because she was simply the biggest when it came to pure mass. Her muscles were just so immense that she looked almost like one solid square block as she went into the most muscular pose.
Briony and Elizabeth, on the other hand, had the most hourglass-shaped bodies and were thus awarded a joint second place. Of course, it's insane to think that Sara, with her forty-inch arms, who casually walks around town carrying fridges, and Anna, who has a midsection for which the term washboard would simply be an inadequate description, did not even finish among the best ten women and it felt so... wrong... to give them the message that their bodies were not sufficient to finish first. Under any other circumstances, they would obliterate all competition and there was not a man on the world who'd say no to a date with any of these women.

The next event took place outside and consisted of train-pulling. Of course, everyone knows what truck-pulling is and some strongmen have even managed to pull some small planes, but the train has one major advantage over these other vehicles: it can be made as large and heavy as the contestants want, because of the sheer endless number of wagons that can be placed behind the locomotive. In this case, the women got a heavy steel chain around their midsection which was made of an extremely durable alloy that would not break even if a ten-car train was on one end and a woman with the strength of twenty locomotives on the other.
The first candidate for this gruelling contest was Anna the Abs-Queen, who used a broader chain than the other women. The reason for this was simply that her abs were much more developed and whereas the other women couldn't stand the pain of the chains cutting into the relatively weaker parts of the abdominals, Anna's midsection did not have any weaker parts. She was like a medieval knight wearing plated armour, except that her plates consisted of pure harder-than-metal muscle.
'Anna is going to pull SEVEN wagons behind the locomotive!' the announcer yelled enthusiastically, 'for a total of a whopping 450 metric tons! That's right, ladies and gentlemen,! For your information: this is roughly the weight of a jumbo jet.'
The crowd was utterly silent as they let this sink in.
The chains were put around Anna's stomach and she hammered them a couple of times with her fists to get into full focus. It made the sound of iron being hammered into concrete.
She then took her place in front of the train and took a deep breath and to the amazement of both the crowd and the jury, the mere filling of her lungs with air set the whole train into a minute motion. It moved only inches, but you have to remember that this entire movement was caused by just the flexing of those impossible abs! I bet there's not a blacksmith in the world who wouldn't dream of using them as an anvil.
Anna then grunted loudly and tried to take a step. The metal of the chains creaked, but they were made for this especial purpose and did not break. Anna grunted and a frown of concentration formed on her face. It was clear that she was having trouble, but that was to be expected with such an enormous weight that was to be set in motion.
A look of frustration appeared on Anna's face as the 450 tons were heavier than she expected, but the frustration seemed to fuel her, because she took one mighty step, the whole train creaking into motion. After that first step, there followed a second, which was easier and with each passing step, the train was gathering momentum.
'Aaargh!' she let out a guttural roar that was so deep it could be felt in our guts, like a tremor of the earth.
Each step she was now taking carried more conviction in it and she was gathering pace, as the train started moving ever faster. The objective of the event was, in the first place to get the train into motion, but points could also be earned by pulling it further and Anna seemed determined to pull it all the way: a staggering hundred meters. She was already halfway there and if anything, her face now looked more relaxed than it had done after ten meters.
The strain on her abs must be enormous, but she hardly seemed to feel it and when she stopped after the hundred meters mark, the train rolled on for a couple of more feet on its own momentum. Then the chains were taken off, slowly because the sudden dropping of the pressure  might be dangerous, like diving sickness.
There was only a slight imprint of the chains that was visible, but Anna was panting from the gruelling effort she'd just made. I was sure that the women that were to follow had to be deeply impressed and, like me, more than a little scared, by this feat of superhuman strength. Some of the audience members had fainted as their brains simply couldn't process what they were witnessing and we, the jury, needed no time to jot down notes because this whole spectacle could never be forgotten by any of us.
Next up was Suzy and when she entered the arena, whispers of awe arose from the crowd and jaws were dropping left and right. Either all of us had been sleeping during the posing routine of an hour ago, or Suzy had considerably, impossibly... grown. The woman who now entered the arena was way beyond buff and jacked.
Given the amount of muscle her legs were now carrying, it seemed almost impossible that she could walk and yet she managed to walk with the grace of a gymnast 200 pounds lighter than her. Her upper body was so swollen that she absolutely needed legs that big to carry it. Her forearms were the size of beer barrels and her biceps were as big as oil drums. Without anyone mentioning it, we all knew that this growth couldn't have been natural. None of us had ever seen anyone that big. Not even in Flushing Rocks.
'Get that silly look off your faces,' she said lazily, as if intoxicated. 'If you came for a freak show, you should have stuck to the other ladies. Playtime's over and now it's time for a Real woman to show you what strength is all about. Forget about all your childish fantasies. Reality is about to get an upgrade.'
Two men walked over to put the chains around her abdomen but she waved them away, once again with a gesture that suggested intoxication.
Then she grabbed the chains instead and asked for another three train cars to be added to the already staggering seven that Anna had pulled. The whole train was now over a hundred meters long, from the locomotive to the last car.
She held the chains firmly in both hands and then took a step forward.
We, the judges, were all too stunned to act immediately. It was obvious that she'd taken a forbidden substance and that meant direct disqualification. But who was gonna be the one to tell her that?
For now, the train creaked into motion, but no one seemed to be interested in that anymore. Everybody was watching as her whole outfit, made from the extremely elastic material available only to Miss Titan competitors, started to tear. One of her nipples was already visible and the reporter from national television motioned for his camera to stop filming.
'Afraid the kids will see something they shouldn't?' Suzy asked, one eyebrow raised.
Then she flexed her chest so that her whole top burst into hundreds of pieces.
What was freed in this way could hardly be called a chest anymore. It was one big mass of pure muscle, contained by a layer of skin that looked ready to be shredded to pieces in the same way her top had. Its dimensions were so huge that it was impossible to call them a mere body part.
The fact that she was pulling a 600 ton train didn't matter to anyone.
After a minute or so, the whole crowd seemed to wake up out of a reverie. Murmurs of 'incredible' and 'would you look at that!' were mixed with 'disgusting' and 'what a cheat!' It took Suzy a moment to realise that she wasn't admired by everybody, as she had expected. Some people were looking at her with truly loathing expressions.

[Edhellion]

II
'I think we need a moment to convene,' one of my fellow judges spoke up, casting a nervous glance at Suzy, who just shrugged as if she didn't care. 'I think we can all agree we have an... unusual situation.'
   Suzy put down the chains and started flexing. She was now so big that it was impossible to tell where one body part stopped and another began. It was hard to make out her head, but it was possible to hear her taunting voice.
   'I guess you're gonna discuss giving me the prize right away,' she laughed. 'After all, it's not like any of the other women are going to stand a chance against muscles like these.' The skimpy bottom that had been covering her genitals had disappeared somewhere along the way though no one could testify as to whether it had been torn or that it was still hidden somewhere between the veiny masses of one muscle group or another. It hardly mattered because her quads and adductors were so huge they completely covered her private parts.
   Lena and Bo now showed up in the arena, their gigantic bodies completely dwarfed in comparison to Suzy's.
   'Oh, come on Suze,' Bo spoke up fearlessly, 'We all know you've been juicing.'
   Suzy snorted decisively, almost causing a gale with the breath coming out of her nose. 'Well, that's quite an accusation,' she said. 'I suppose you have some evidence to back it up? Otherwise admit your defeat and shut your trap.'
   'Really? That's the way you're going to play it?' Bo asked defiantly.
   Suzy started flexing random muscles again, but the crowd was starting to see it for what it was: an act. There was no need to prove that she was more muscular than any human being had ever been before, way more muscular than should be humanly possible. She was trying to intimidate and bully her way to the Miss Titan title and no matter how strong she was, how big, how undeniably superior, that title was holy and no one in the crowd could accept that it would be stolen by bad sportsmanship.
   Bo could feel this. She'd been raised by Eve, a Miss Titan who would have gone to any lengths to win her titles, fair means or foul. And Eve was generally disliked for this. Bo knew just how to win the backing of the crowd.
   'Great muscles, Mrs. Oh-so-Strong,' she said tauntingly and Lena seemed to pick up on her intentions. The two of them now started circling around Suzy's body in such a way that it was not possible for her to keep both of them in her sight. She had to move her head around to follow them, she even had to move her entire body, and it made her look nervous, even if she wasn't. Bo knew that she had to make Suzy nervous, because then she might slip up and admit to having taken the steroids.
   But Suzy just laughed. 'You want to circle around me? I bet I could flex up so big that it would take you a minute to cross the distance!' And her bulk did indeed grow even bigger.
   'Flex all you want,' Bo said, as if completely unimpressed.
   She heard the slightest of catches in Suzy's breath, a sound that was otherwise ominous because of the sheer amount of mass that moved with every breath she took. 'Of course you did make sure to look up the dangers of steroid use. I'm not talking about the loss of hair on some places and the growth of it on others. I'm talking about the cardiovascular risks. Nothing to worry about if you're a little user of course. That will just create small disturbances in your heart rhythm. If you're a big user those disturbances grow proportionately. But for a fit person like you, that shouldn't be a problem. You did keep up your cardio exercises, didn't you?'
   'Enough!' Suzy roared. 'I'm not gonna be scared by some ghost stories about the side effects of some drugs I might or might not have taken. If you'd been a real woman, you would just come over and speak your accusations to my face.'
   A hushed silence followed in which half the audience could not wait to see how this would unfold, while the other half didn't dare to look on.
   'Sure,' Bo said and she stepped up to Suzy, showing she was not afraid. She was about to continue, but then Suzy lashed out.
   Her fist was driven by all the Herculean strength of her arm and shoulder muscles, a force powerful enough to power through a bank vault door  and if she had hit Bo in the face, as she had intended, things might had ended very badly.
   Fortunately Bo had lightning reflexes, but even so she managed to dodge the blow only partly. Suzy's fist hit her straight in the shoulder.
   Not even Bo's mighty muscles couldn't completely smother the whole force of it and she felt her collarbone shatter into a thousand pieces.
   Now she was really pissed. Her eyes were ablaze with fury and even Suzy was taken aback by the look. She took a step back and raised her hands in what might almost have been considered an apology.
   But if she were going to apologise, she quickly changed her mind, because the next thing she said was: 'and that's what I'm going to do to every bone in your body if you won't back off right now.' The silence that followed was truly deafening, as whatever sympathy she might still have had from the audience was now definitely lost. Not a sound was heard for a full minute, but then the silence was broken, not by one of the women but by a man.
   It was Herbert Anderson, one of my fellow judges who spoke up. 'I warned you about this Suzy,' he said and suddenly all eyes were on him. 'And I'm sorry it has to come to this but I couldn't live with myself if I did not speak up now. I supplied you with steroids and from the look of it, you seem to have used all of them. I'm sorry that I supplied you. I should have been stronger and I should have refused. I hope you can forgive me for pronouncing you officially disqualified. I hereby resign my office as judge as well.'
   He took off his badge and laid it on the table in front of him, then stood up and walked away. His face was so pale he looked like a ghost and we were all stunned by his words. Herbert Anderson. The man who had literally made Flushing Rocks great, had confessed to supplying one of the athletes with a forbidden substance
   'You can't walk away from this!' Suzy rumbled. 'You're as guilty as I am! You injected me while we were having sex!'
   Everyone present was now completely confused.
   Then Suzy pounced. She ran after Herbert, with colossal strides that made the audience stands quake and in a moment, she was on him.

[Wookey]

Cliffhanger

[Edhellion]

III
He heard her coming and frantically thought what he could do to brace for impact but a running Suzy was going to hit him with the force of a freight train and it generally didn't end well for those who found themselves underneath one of those. However, he had a trick up his sleeve, literally. All he needed to do was time it absolutely right. If he turned around with the syringe in his hand too soon, she would see it coming and would dodge him. If he was too late... Well, it didn't do to dwell on that thought.
He heard her strides, massive but even. She wasn't charging like a madwoman, who would run ever faster while closing in on her victim. No, there was a definite method in her madness, which was quite admirable when I come to think of it. Any other woman with those amounts of testosterone and who knew what other cocktail of hormones in her blood, would have gone absolutely insane. She would turn into a drooling carcass that could do nothing but consume the amount of protein such a body needed to keep itself going. But Suzy, though definitely not in her right mind, did not exactly fit the tag insane. Manic, yes, certainly, maniacal no less, but insane? Somehow she seemed in control of herself and of that staggering body of hers. No random muscle twitching or spasms, no uncoordinated gait visible even while running. This was a woman who should be all but dead, in full control of her body and mind. The amount of will-power this must take was incredible. But all those praises were little use when I came to think of poor Herbert, who was about to undergo her wrath. As a jury-member, I saw the syringe in his hand and I immediately knew it had to be some kind of antidote, something that would make her muscles shrink and hopefully her ego with it. But I also saw that Herbert's hand, the one holding the syringe, was trembling with fear.
Suzy closed in faster than any human had ever done before. I bet she could have crossed a hundred meters within 8 seconds, despite a body that must weigh over 500 pounds. Somehow it was hard not to admire that body and I'm sure that every man in the stands had a massive erection. Her body was tantalising in its sheer other-worldliness. Nothing like that could exist in this world and so the natural reaction was that people wanted to touch it, fondle it.
The final meters were crossed and I could see that Herbert had turned around, but after that, Suzy's gargantuan body was completely blocking him from everyone's view. We didn't even know if he was still alive under that throbbing mountain of muscle.
We heard Suzy grunting, but that could mean anything. Hell, she might literally be devouring him right at that moment as a fine source of protein. The thought was too disgusting to dwell upon, but still it crossed my mind.
We saw some muscle spasms, or at least that's what they looked like, but they could also have been the hammering fists of a piledriver. They didn't seem to abate, so we all began to lose hope that Herbert was even still alive. Every once in a while we would see a fragment of his body: a leg that stood at an impossible angle, an arm that was like a matchstick compared to Suzy's cannonballs biceps. Most of the people had averted their gazes, unaware to witness the unfolding events, but I found myself strangely curious, one might even say excited by it all.
Yet as the fists kept hammering away, the sounds of the impact seemed to diminish. It definitely seemed as if Suzy was either getting tired because of the brutal clobbering, or she was indeed affected by the antidote that must have been in Herbert's syringe. Either way, none of us believed that Herbert could still be alive to find out. He must have been hit all over his body hundreds of times and no one could survive even one of those punches. Those who were wearing hats (some cowboys from the deep south) took them off to pay their respects to the man who had been so important to the Miss Titan contest and Flushing Rocks in general.
Then Suzy stood up and necks were craned to see what was left of Herbert. It was indeed a bloody mess that lay there on the floor, but, incredibly, it still seemed to be moving. Suzy took the needle out of her thigh that had injected testosterone-eating bacteria, we later learned and she sighed regretfully, as if she had just woken up from a lovely dream in which all her desires had been gratified.
Then she sat down next to Herbert's body and started to cry. Her body had now shrunken to its former dimensions, which meant she still had 48 inch biceps, a 72 inch chest and 60 inch thighs. But she was no longer the invincible monster that had threatened to destroy everything around her.
All the other twenty-three women now gathered around her and they were getting into a huge team-huddle, the one you see in a football-team when the players try to motivate their team-members. None of us could hear what was being said, as all the noise was smothered by over six-thousand pounds of muscle.
Within minutes, they seemed to reach a decision and Elizabeth Hamilton stepped forward as their spokeswoman. She looked simply divine, with a skin so healthy it was almost radiant and muscles bulging everywhere without detracting from her femininity. Most of us didn't want to hear her talk. We wanted to see those muscles in action!
'Ladies and especially gentlemen of the crowd and jury,' she started. She didn't need a microphone to make her voice carry over hundreds of yards. 'What we have seen today is an absolute disgrace!' Appreciative and consenting murmurs could be heard. 'But the disgrace does not lie only, or even mostly, with Suzy.' The murmurs grew more confused. 'We have all heard Herbert confess to providing her with steroids and that is not an isolated incident. Wherever we go, we have to prove how big and strong we are to all the men in this village and indeed throughout the country.'
Now the women in the crowd were murmuring with significantly greater consent, whereas some of the men were wondering where this was going.
A smile appeared on Elizabeth's face that lit it up to an even greater radiance. She knew she had the whole nation hooked behind the tv at this moment.
'No longer will we, the women of Flushing Rocks, show off for the benefit of the men who lust after our bodies. No longer will we compete in a contest which pits us against each other, just so that a jury of men can judge us. From now on, we take control!'

[Edhellion]

IV
Those male spectators who were into femdom were now losing it and I saw a couple of them staining the crotches of their pants right then and there without even touching their dicks.
Others became frightened by the prospect of these ultra-buff women turning against their male patriarchy, their faces blanching at the thought of the havoc they could create. I must confess I belonged to that group myself and I could only hope that the women would understand it had all been fun and games from our side.
A couple of men started running away or nervously took out their cell-phones to call for the rescue services, though I wonder what use they thought a couple of police squad cars could be against the overwhelming force of muscle that was gathered in the arena right now. Besides, the women were just sauntering around lazily, not showing any intention of hurting anyone just yet. It all made me wonder what they were up to.
Some of them were walking to the gates, a couple of huge doors reminiscent of the Jurassic Park movies. I was getting a bit nervous at the thought that they were securing the only entrance and exit to the arena.
I then realised that Lena was leaning against one of the doorposts, a pillar thirty feet high and ten feet in circumference. The next thing I realised was that this pillar seemed to be wobbling, then tilting and soon crashing down. Seconds later, the other doorpost had undergone the same fate, producing a thunderous sound that convinced us that the pillars had been real concrete.
Four of the other women were now walking towards the stands and a tumult arose among the crowd, with everybody trying to leave at the same time. The stands were made of brick, but when Indy, one of the women not even mentioned so far, started pounding the brick with her fists, cracks appeared that spread so rapidly that not everyone had been able to flee as the whole place collapsed. I was stunned. She had been using only her fists!
People were caught in the rubble, and the other women lifted some impossibly big blocks with such tender care that they didn't break another bone in the victim's bodies and, miraculously, everyone escaped alive. The arena was now getting turned into a ruin, as it was being completely destroyed by these twenty-three women and I couldn't help but be satisfied that they would not give up showing off. In fact, in the skimpy competition outfits they were wearing, they showed off even more muscle than in their daily life and everywhere I looked, I saw gigantic, shredded, ultra-buff bodies. I didn't dare to touch my dick, though, and pretended to be looking at my scoresheet though it was by now clear the contest had ended.
Briony came over to me with a curious look in her eyes and a part of the door-posts that must weigh in excess of two-thousand pounds on her shoulders. It didn't matter what its exact weight was, as she dropped it on the table, which was of course completely shattered so that the legs of the jury members were now visible to all. I'm ashamed to say that many of us had stained the crotches of our pants and a row of five huge tentpoles were visible, standing to rigid attention at the sight of Briony's breasts which bounced ever so slightly with every step she took. They weren't all muscle, I concluded, but Hell! did that make her even more attractive.
'Just as I thought,' she said pensively. 'To you men, this has all been about sexuality and satisfying your own lusts. Can't you see that it should be about us?'
I looked at her non-comprehendingly. What did she mean? Of course it was all about the women and all those feats they were capable of. They were always at the centre of attention in our town, it was never about the men, no matter what we did. 'Of course it's all about you,' I therefore answered indignantly. 'We built this whole arena, a temple of female muscle worship and in return you just destroy it because of what, exactly?' I thought I had scored a point and gave a satisfied grin to the guy sitting next to me.
The frown that appeared on her face looked like part anger, part non-comprehension, though I had surely been completely obvious.
'You're the judges,' she said, starting off ever so calmly and almost quietly. 'You should be the ones who can look at us with an objective eye,' she continued, just the slightest bit more intensely. 'Yet instead this whole show turns out to be a big jerk-off encouragement for you.' There was now a hint of danger. 'It's almost laughable, in a very perverted way.' She picked up the fragment of doorpost again, trying to fit her arms around it. Then she started squeezing and cracks appeared within milliseconds, then the entire piece of concrete was crushed into a million fragments barely greater than dust particles.
Two of my fellow-judges couldn't helped themselves and put their hands in their pants, but Briony gave them a look of such disgust and contempt that they shamefully took them out again. Then she started walking towards one of them, Pete, and placed her hand on his cheek. I felt my mouth grow dry, partly from fear of what might happen next, partly because I envisaged her placing her hand on my own cheek like that, so infinitely tender, almost loving. Of course, I knew it was all a charade, but I wasn't sure Pete was aware of this as well.
Then she started giving him a lap-dance and I wasn't the only man who groaned.
She swayed her hips seductively, then pushed her gargantuan glutes right up against his dick and started rubbing. For someone who had just talked about perverted judges this was really insane! She took her full breasts into her hands and started stroking her own nipples and she was way more mature than any other seventeen-year-old I'd ever seen before. Pete must have come several times just from the feeling of her ass against his groin and he might have lost consciousness somewhere along the way because there was a vacant look in his eyes that I associated with being high as a kite or otherwise in total nirvana. But then Briony turned around and she cupped his jaw into her hand. She must have squeezed because the look of ecstasy changed to one of pure, unadulterated suffering. We all knew his jaw was no harder than the concrete doorpost she'd just crushed and the other judges stood up, but she simply raised a hand that made us all stop. 'This was what you judges wanted, wasn't it?' she asked and it must have been obvious from the looks on our faces that she was absolutely right. 'You want to watch and touch and all that and it gives you the greatest satisfaction.' It was an observation that none of us could deny.
'Well, no more,' she then said, pushing Pete, chair and all, to the ground before stomping off. 'From now on, we're the ones who get the satisfaction. We've decided that Herbert's Gym will be known as Suzy's Spot from now on, in recompense for what that horrible Herbert did to her. No men will be admitted on its grounds anymore and this is the final Miss Titan contest. We're not going to be judged by men anymore!'
We all stood there flabbergasted.
Then Briony walked up to the other twenty-three women and they took a stand as a posse, a group of women so big that the likes of them would never be seen again. Or at least not in Flushing Rocks. But there can't be other towns like our, right?

That's the end for this one. Hope you enjoyed it and I'll try to return soon with something else (or maybe something old).