Flushing Rocks

[Edhellion]

Hey guys, been a while since I've contributed. I've been having this idea about, Flushing Rocks, a town packed with amazons and plan to write a couple of stories about them. This is the first one. Hope you enjoy.

THE NEWBY
Sean Butler and Elizabeth Hamilton had come to live in Flushing Rocks because the town was renowned for its gym, run by Herbert Anderson, which catered particularly to women. Elizabeth loved to work out and her body was testament to this. She now wanted to make the step towards full-out bodybuilding and she thought she needed a coach for that. Up to that point, her training schedule had simply consisted of pumping ever more iron for ever more reps.
Theo Eagles owned the local grocery store, which meant he had to provide all the protein the town demanded, which was a lot.
'Speaking of this new woman,' he said to Eve Barnes, a former Miss Titan, as he packed eight pounds of chicken breast for her, 'this Elizabeth looks like she could go a long way, maybe even follow in your footsteps. The other day, their car broke down in Main Street and she got out and started pushing it, not at a trot, but simply running. And her husband just sat there behind the wheel!' He chuckled.
His chuckle ended as he saw Eve's scowl. Eve had been really competitive and she still didn't like to hear other women praised for their physique. It was a point of pride to her and she could get really pissed. And Theo knew that he didn't want to piss off this woman, who could simply rip the shop door off its hinges and hit him over the head with it. Or worse. He wasn't a small man himself and in any other town, he'd be an intimidating giant with his bulky 6'2", but Flushing Rocks was simply dominated by women.
'And then,' Theo continued after a while anyway, finding the story too hilarious not to share, 'Sean saw this old man crossing the street and he hit the breaks, but Elizabeth apparently didn't notice the extra resistance, because she just kept running.' Theo was now talking between bursts of laughter, as he remembered the scene. 'So Sean kept using his horn and the whole town must have heard it except for this old-timer crossing the street. But at the last moment, the car swerved aside and that's when Elizabeth had slipped and had fallen straight on her face. But then, instead of being angry, she simply laughed out loud.'
Sean and Elizabeth were a bit of an odd couple, with Sean being a pot-bellied balding forty-year old accountant while Elizabeth was a vision of strength and beauty. Even the men of Flushing Rocks, who'd seen their fair share of bulky women, always made sure they were posted at their windows or on their verandas when she went on her morning run. Her thighs had to be at least thirty-five inches each and they were a sight to behold as they were covered in a slight sheen of sweat, powering her through the streets of Flushing Rocks.
But her thighs might not even be her best part. She carried a pair of very firm D-cups on a shelf of extremely deep pectoral muscle and her abs were so shredded they looked constantly flexed. When she went running, she wore only a pair of shorts that barely covered her glutes and a sports bra. Her skin was a healthy natural bronze the whole year round, not the sickly sunbed colour you sometimes saw on female bodybuilders. And her face was simply gorgeous. She had always had this girl-next-door quality that had made all the gals in her school jealous. Some of them whispered behind her back about steroids and other forms of enhancement. It would just be too unfair if it was all genetics, or even hard work. But the truth was that Elizabeth had never had anything 'done' about her body. She was thirty-five years old but people would have believed her if she'd claimed to be ten years younger. The truth was, she even had a sixteen-year old daughter, Briony.
But there was more gossip in the town of Flushing Rocks. Gerard Sharpton was a sailor with huge arms and very firm legs. He was also the drunk of the town and always ready to spill his thoughts on any of its inhabitants.
This evening, he was standing talking to Art, in front of Theo's store. 'This Sean is such a wimp,' he said. 'And I heard he's one of those submissive types, who love their wife to be a real dominatrix. Now, I'm not into that at all, though it'd be okay for Elizabeth to scissor me once or twice, just to feel the power in those legs. But Sean, he looks so weak that she could easily kill him if she wanted. I mean, I can't imagine him having any fight in that podgy body of his. I just can't figure out what she sees in him!'
Gerard's eyes took on a staring quality, as though he saw in his mind's eye how Elizabeth was killing Sean in some particularly sexy way. 'Hell, she could simply crush a football between those thighs, I bet.' And he laughed out loud, while Art got a boner from merely imagining the destruction of the football.
Gerard liked to tell stories just as much as he liked to listen to them, which was to say that he simply lived for them. Most people thought his stories were a load of crap, especially people from outside Flushing Rocks. The whole idea of a town full of Amazons had been thought preposterous by his college friends, but two of them had come to visit him and they'd seen it with their own eyes. They hadn't seen a single woman with biceps under 24 inches in the town and they all seemed to be flaunting their massive physiques even in the middle of winter. Art was particularly gullible to Gerard's stories because he had an absolute fetish for outrageously unimaginable muscle. The kind that outside of Flushing Rocks could only be found on male muscle monsters.
'This Sean guy must fancy himself the luckiest man in the world, but in fact she must be so bored with him. I mean, can you even imagine the two of them wrestling? She could crack his skull between her biceps and her forearm.'
Gerard felt excitement in telling his story. Like every man in Flushing Rocks he'd dreamt of seeing Elizabeth naked.
'The other day I saw them working out together in Herbert's gym and it was really the funniest thing,' Gerard laughed. 'They were going through the same exercises, but she used at least four times his weights in every single instance. This guy was really struggling with 150 on the leg press and then she comes and puts on 700 pounds and starts performing rep after rep. His face was going beet-red and I wonder whether he had any ego when they entered the gym, but he sure as hell lost it in the following hour. I don't know why she's even dating this guy. He's just so insignificant next to her.'
Art just stood there, licking his lips and he had a real tentpole in his trousers, but Gerard wasn't done yet. 'And then this girl that's living with them, Briony. They say she's Elizabeth's daughter but I can't imagine that to be true, though they sure look alike. Have you seen the legs of this girl? They're insane! And she's only sixteen years old! I can see her competing in the Miss Titan four years from now, if she puts her mind to it. I bet mommy won't like having to compete with her daughter but I for one would sure like to see them flexing off and posing on a stage, the two of them. And to think this girl is still in high-school! I bet she needs an XL desk to fit those tree trunks underneath. And she has this really girly smile that has to make the boys stand in line for her! The hormones must be flying through the classrooms in Flushing High if I'm not mistaken.' By now Gerard no longer cared whether Art was listening, he was just spilling out his thoughts. 'It almost makes me wish I were a teacher at that school,' he chuckled. 'She could come and see me about her grades any time and I'm sure she and her teachers can come to an agreement just like that.'

Elizabeth was standing in Herbert's gym, looking for a new challenge, which Herbert always managed to provide. She was with Sean today and she was always at her best when he was around. His admiration for her muscles always inspired her to reach new heights. Herbert came up to them and looked at Sean intently. 'How much do you weigh?' he asked and when Sean answered that he was 168 pounds, this seemed to satisfy Herbert. He came up with a large sheet which turned out to be a kind of hammock. Ordering Sean to lie down in it, he then tied a knot and gave it to Elizabeth. 'Last week you managed to curl 160s,' he reminded her, 'and that was on your easy-peasy day. Today I want you to curl your husband. 168 Sounds like a nice challenge, unless you think you're not up to it?' He laughed, knowing fully well that Elizabeth would never turn down a challenge. She adjusted the knot so that it sat in her fist comfortably and started curling, slowly and focussed. Sean felt he'd just arrived in Paradise. 

[Edhellion]

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CRUSH AND CRASH
Sara had always been a dreamy girl. She'd been terrible at school, not because she was stupid, but because her mind had always been on the after-school workout that would follow every day. Consequently, she had a dream-body, but she wasn't aware of this and was rather uncertain about the way she looked. Of course, in Flushing Rocks there was always some woman who had bigger muscles, bigger breasts, and a bigger sex appeal. At seventeen years old Sara had developed an eating disorder, cutting out all the carbs from her diet and eating only protein-rich food and loads of vegetables. The result had been an extremely skinny body so muscular that she looked like an anatomy chart with skin drawn over it extremely tightly. Doctor Saul Jennings had worried for her life, though Sara herself had never felt better.
After a while, though, she'd simply changed her mind and decided to bulk up, just like almost every girl went through several body ideals to strive for during puberty. Within three months she'd developed feminine curves while maintaining a degree of muscle definition that most girls her age could only dream of. Her fat percentage had gone from a very meagre 1.5% to 10%, which made her look more healthy. Theo knew exactly which food intake would provide the desired results, having decades of experience with female athletes of all different sizes and specialties. Where scientists throughout the world had made detailed studies, Theo simply had developed a feel for it.
Theo was also the only one in Flushing Rocks who knew that Sara had a sweetheart in Gulfport where she'd gone to college. She'd only had to chose which sport she'd take for a scholarship and in the end she'd chosen basketball because she thought that was the sport she was least talented in and she had wanted to improve her skills. By the end of the year, she could have signed a contract with the WNBA, but she'd chosen to return to Flushing Rocks instead.
Theo had seen the guy, a jock from the Gulfport football team, kissing her behind the house of her parents. He'd seen their silhouettes, his the shape of a big masculine man, hers that of an even bigger woman with curves in all the right places. In her passion-throes, she had lifted the guy off the ground, but he had asked her to stop doing that as it felt so humiliating. The next day, Theo had seen them in the boy's car, a convertible. She had hidden her face behind a pair of sunglasses and lots of make-up, but Theo could recognise any woman in town by shape.

The truth was, Rick was Sara's first real crush. As a teenager, her hormones had suffered from her eating disorder and she just hadn't been interested in boys.
Nowadays, she could sometimes be seen walking through the streets or in the gym of Flushing Rocks talking to herself. Most boys found her a bit odd, but Rick liked her nevertheless. He was more interested in her body anyway.
'Just a couple more reps...' she grunted as she pumped the fifty-pounders. She loved the burning feeling in her arms and always pumped until failure. She could feel the eyes of one of the guys in the gym checking out her backside and made sure to sway her hips a bit to give him a show. She liked the attention, though as a young girl she'd been shy, often hiding behind her mother's skirts. Then, when she'd started building muscle, she'd worn baggy sweaters and pants. During the peak of her eating disorder, she had been disgusted by her own body because she saw the 1.5% fat instead of the extreme musculature. It had been a relief when she finally allowed herself to bulk up and still got the stares from the strangers in the streets and for the first time in her life she'd dared to wear leggings and tank-tops.
The woman looking back from the mirror at her now had an extreme hourglass figure and though she was only 5'8" (which was really small by Flushing Rocks standards) her shoulders were almost five feet wide.
'I wish Rick were here,' she mumbled to herself and the guy that had been checking her out looked away, pretending not to listen to what she was saying. 'His presence would mean such an inspiration. I don't even know why I'm working out right now, it's just so useless. I'm never going to compete in the Miss Titan and yet I'm bigger than almost any woman outside of Flushing Rocks. Maybe I should just leave this town and become a housewife.' She laughed out loud as she thought of herself as a fat woman in the kitchen.
She was looking in the mirror while pumping the dumbbells, but she hardly even noticed her own reflection, nor the guy who was watching her with a puzzled look on his face. 'Nah, who am I fooling?' She said and she walked to the rack and picked up a pair of 75-pounders. 'I couldn't live a day without working out.'
She curled the dumbbells furiously, a fiery glint of determination in her eye and veins popping up on her biceps. 'I want a body that I can be really proud of, a body that will make Rick's eyes fall out of his head. I might not become Miss Titan, but I sure as hell want to intimidate men, to be a symbol of feminine power!'
Her arms ached so badly that she thought she might pass out, but she forced herself to keep on pumping.
'Hey freak, wanna go out and have a drink?' The guy who'd been watching her asked, now standing behind her and reaching out to touch her biceps, hard and ripped from the workout.
'Uhm, no thank you, I'll pass' Sara answered with a smile that was meant to be polite and off-putting. She did let him feel her arm, though, relishing the way his eyes almost bulged out of his skull from lust. 'I have a sister, though, who might be more in your league. Physically speaking I mean,' she added, throwing a significant glance at his own spindly arms. Clearly this guy was new to working out. 'And of course I can give you some tips on how to build muscle if you're interested.'
The guy's face was going from slightly red to almost purple at this offer, though Sara didn't know whether he was pleased or just embarrassed. 'Looks like you have some catching up to do before you can date a fit chick,' she laughed.
The boy's face fell.
'Ouch, you don't have to rub it in. I wish I was living in another town, where the women are normal-sized and the men can feel like real men.'
'Be careful what you wish for,' Sara replied. 'I already caught you checking me out and your wanting to touch my biceps is a clear sign of a muscle-fetish. I bet you like your girls really strong, don't you?' And when the guy nodded eagerly she continued: 'Tell you what, I'm gonna let you spot me on the bench-press. I feel really good today and I want to set a new personal best. Maybe you can even take a picture of me, as long as you promise to send it only to me and not post it online.' She stood up and walked towards the bench, with its bar of reinforced titanium. The weights the women in Herbert's gym used were so heavy that an iron bar was feared to bend or even break underneath them. Sara started loading the bar, placing on a fifty-pounder at a time to slowly build up the excitement in the guy's gut. She could see his face growing flushed and his breathing went shallow and fast. He was definitely as horny as hell with the whole situation and Sara found this kind of cute.
When there were 600 lbs on the bar, Sara lay down. She knew she didn't have need of a spotter and that there was nothing this guy could do anyway in case she got into trouble. The weight was far too big for him to handle, even if he'd use every single muscle in his body. Lying on the bench, he saw how big Sara's chest really was. The top of her breasts must have been more than four feet above the bench and the pecs underneath were absolutely massive. She grabbed the bar, putting it out of its holds, and slowly lowered it. Most of the men lowered it quickly and pushed it up just as fast, but Sara knew that the trick to building real muscle was to go through every movement with patience and most of all full focus. She grunted for her spotter's pleasure as she pushed the bar up and held it there for six seconds. Then she inhaled forcibly and lowered the bar again.
Looking up, she could just see the guy standing behind her and he was having a huge erection, which he'd tried to hide with a hand he'd put into his shorts' pocket. It was all Sara could do to keep herself from laughing out loud, as that would ruin her workout.
After she was done, she thanked him and simply walked off.

Some minutes later, she heard an ambulance approaching the gym. Apparently, she learned from Herbert, this guy had been so excited by her whole workout that he'd been so foolish as to try to experience how heavy the six-hundred pounds felt. Of course, he hadn't stood a chance and his chest had caved in as the weight crashed down upon it. He must have died instantly and not had time to reflect upon his own stupidity. 

[nickolai]

Great to have you back!!

[Edhellion]

THE DELIVERY-GIRL
Where Sara was a dreamy girl who was at heart quite insecure, Gianna Sinclair had no such qualms. She had always been a big girl and proud of it. In her younger days she'd been a real bully, stealing first candy, then money from her classmates, who were all significantly smaller than her and also a lot weaker. Her parents had raised her to become the biggest Miss Titan ever and she'd first started lifting weights at the age of three. She was subjected to an extreme regimen of working out for at least four hours a day and was never allowed to eat fast-food.
But that had been before she'd met Mike and fallen in love. She'd hit puberty at a young age, and with the hormones raging through her body, she'd become extremely rebellious. She wanted to spite her parents and because they wanted her to become a sculpted bodybuilder, she had chosen a different path.
Mike was an alcoholic and a drug addict and Gianna had followed him down that path. Not that she'd become an addict, but she'd experimented heavily with different substances. The steroids with which her parents had provided her were replaced by cocaine and meth and the protein shakes by huge amounts of first beer, then stronger liquor. Mike was eight years older than her and more experienced in this world which was new to her and he delighted in getting her drunk, stoned and high as often as he could. But because she was such a big girl, the substances affected her less than they did him, so that she often ended up being bored with him, as he lay on the couch passed out. Needless to say, as she'd grown older and had found out that she could have her pick of all the boys in town, she'd dumped Mike, quite literally, as she had given him such a firm shove while he was driving, that he had been pushed out of the car and had ended up in the hospital. Even though he'd been her first boyfriend, he never had a special place in her heart.
But whereas Mike had been a real dick to her, he had provided her with plenty of alcohol and drugs and since her parents of course wouldn't pay for this lifestyle of hers, she'd started looking for a job. College had never been a prospect for her and she'd quit school when she was fifteen years old.
She'd almost ended up in the hands of a pimp who had cleverly manipulated her into going to bed with men when she was eighteen years old. The guy had gotten money for selling her out, though Gianna wasn't even aware that the guys were paying for it.
Theo, the grocer, had known and when he'd told Gianna about it, she'd been so furious that she'd gone over to the pimp's house, used her massive muscles to turn it into a ruin and threatened to kill him. She'd made him pay all the money he'd earned off her and with these fifteen thousand dollars, she'd bought a little van, taught herself to drive it, and applied as a delivery girl for the local post office. Soon, her van became a familiar sight in Flushing Rocks, always so loaded with packages and her own 260 pounds that its chassis almost touched the road and creaked dangerously whenever she stepped in or out of the vehicle. 
Of course the post company she worked for didn't have shirts her size, so she had one tailor-made: a quintuple XL that sat very tight around her shoulders and biceps. She always wore shorts, even in the middle of winter, because she felt it would be a crime to cover up calves as firm, solid and gorgeous as hers. As soon as she'd gotten the job, online sales in Flushing Rocks had skyrocketed because of all the men who'd started buying first necessities, then things for which they had no need but that they loved to have delivered at their house. The men made sure they were at home when the deliveries were made and they became strangely adept at finding reasons for their wives to be out-of-doors. For some reason, Gianna also often found the men already standing by their windows as her van drove into the streets.
She was aware of the effect she had on the men and she secretly enjoyed it, though she always pretended to have a short temper and little patience with them. She loved to walk up the stairs carrying a washing-machine with a man walking behind her, ogling her calves.
They would usually offer to help her, but there was never any need for that. A typical washing machine was just hoisted on her shoulder and she would bound up the stairs, three at a time while keeping it steadily balanced there. As an added service, she would take the old one with her as well, which she then sold for some extra profit.
One day, her van had broken down, but rather than calling it in and asking for a day off, she'd made all her deliveries on foot. At one point she was seen walking through the town with two refrigerators, one on either shoulder, and she'd finished her round within the same amount of time it usually took her with the van. She'd even carried a dishwasher all the way to the home of Mr. Bradshaw, who lived twelve miles out of town. He'd offered her a cup of coffee, which she uncharacteristically accepted because he was an old man who, everybody knew, was lonely. When he'd told her that he needed a wheel of his pick-up replaced but didn't own a jack to lift his car, she'd lifted it for him, giving him ample time to replace the wheel, while at the same time giving him a good look at her legs. She enjoyed the tentpole erection it had caused in his pants and she didn't care. He'd been a widower for the past fifteen years and she thought he deserved some fun in his old age.
'No harm in looking, Mr. Bradshaw,' she'd commented and he'd pretended to be deaf though his face had gone a deep shade of red. 'I'm sure you visited the Miss Titan contests back in the day. What do you think? Would I stand a chance?'
She'd gone into a full crab pose and the top three buttons of her coat had popped off, while Mr. Bradshaw's eyes had almost bulged out of his skull. Then she'd given him a nice side chest pose before she'd left.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, that night he was admitted into the hospital after a severe heart attack he'd suffered while jerking off.

[Edhellion]

THE MISS TITAN AND THE PHOTOGRAPHER
'Geoff, get your ass over here!'
Geoff Barnes feared his wife Eve. She was huge even by Flushing Rocks standards and she had a temper that would make a bear stung by a bee look mild. Worst of all, even at fifty-eight years old, she had an extremely imposing physique.
Back when she'd been young, Eve had won sixteen consecutive Miss Titan-titles and after she'd been dethroned by the younger generation, she'd made a comeback five years later that was impressive by any standards. She had been both the youngest Miss Titan, at twenty, and the oldest, at forty-seven and there was not a woman in Flushing Rocks who would tell her to her face that she had won even a single one of these undeservedly.
Geoff was proud of his wife, of course, but, like I said, also terrified of her. She still worked out at least six hours every day, starting with a two-hour cardio before proceeding to maintaining her huge and ultra-buff physique. Geoff was completely dominated by her, but he didn't care. He had always been obsessed with female muscle and he'd come to Flushing Rocks for this very reason. He had been a press photographer, who'd been in Iraq in the nineties, but who had since started specialising in bodybuilding competitions. Most of the pictures adorning the walls of teenagers all over the world had been taken by him.
Eve hadn't been impressed with him at first. He was a little man with a lean build, but there was no man in the world who could adore female muscle the way he could. The pictures he'd taken of her had first shown her how an appreciative male looked at women a lot bigger than him and thereby had shown her that it was okay for a woman to be not just huge, but gigantic.
It wasn't always easy to be married to Eve. She expected him to bake her eggs and make her coffee in the morning and to generally be there whenever she needed him and to disappear when she didn't.
'Geoff, the tv's broken!' She now yelled.
Eve didn't watch tv often, but the Miss Olympia contest she would never miss. She'd cooked especially early so she could watch and now she was sitting in front of the tv with a plate filled with 3 pounds of chicken breast, a copious amount of rice and a whole lot of vegetables.
'Why is the tv not working, Geoff?' she asked, as though he was guilty of it. 'I never watch tv, so it can't be my fault,' she reasoned unreasonably. 'Don't tell me you've been watching other women, Geoff?' she asked with suspicion in her voice. In the past, he'd watch all the Strongwomen and FBB competitions, just out of professional curiosity. 'The Miss Olympia is on tonight, as I'm sure you're well aware. Now fix the tv before my mood really sours. We both know you don't want my mood to go sour.'
Geoff walked over to the tv, an old-fashioned box with a screen, and hit it with his fist. For a moment, an image appeared of a ripped female bodybuilder, but it faded away in an instant to be replaced by white noise. 'Oh, come on, honey,' he said plaintively. 'You have no need to watch other women, do you? And neither do I. You're my honey-ponny muscle monster and you know it.' He walked over to her and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, but she turned her head away. She'd never hit him and he knew she never would, but he flinched nevertheless and took away the hand that he'd placed on her bulky shoulder.
He walked back to the tv, hit it again and this time it worked. None of the women on the tv screen was more muscular than Eve, though their bodies were more defined and shredded. Where the Miss Olympia contest honoured the most sculpted bodies, the title of Miss Titan generally went to the woman who carried the most muscles. Not one Miss Titan had been below 6'2" and their minimum weight was 250 lbs.
'Look at them in their skimpy bikini's,' Eve muttered angrily. 'I bet they're all bound to extremely strict diets.'
Geoff looked at her admiringly.
'But none of them has anything on you, my dear. They're just not within your league.'
Eve liked to be flattered like this. She'd been diagnosed with a narcissistic personality disorder, which meant she was constantly looking for admiration, but that wasn't to say that she didn't earn every single ounce of it.

This was the way of their lives. Geoff still took pictures of his extremely buff wife every day, placing them on an internet pay-site which provided them with a steady income. Eve always wanted more and had considered starting an OnlyFans, but Geoff had kept her from doing so, pointing out that plenty of money could be earned with her clothes on and he didn't like to share her nudity with other men. This last argument had flattered Eve enough, so that she went into very risky poses but never showed a nipple or her pussy. One day she'd been so furious for being called a man, that she'd almost felt a need to publish a photograph of her cunt, but Geoff had told her that the sick pervert who'd accused her would probably just think it photoshopped.
Geoff himself was always kept out of his own pictures. He was still secretly ashamed of marrying a Miss Titan, even though he know there were loads of men who were really jealous of him. At school, he had dated Stephanie, who had been very big and very strong and he'd been bullied for this and called a freak.
Of course, nowadays muscle was much more mainstream and accepted, but Geoff had never really gotten over the bullying.
A psychiatrist he'd once visited had even suggested that he'd gotten married to Eve exactly because he was attracted to her bullying demeanour, which, the shrink reasoned, felt familiar and therefore safe. Geoff had thought it a ridiculous theory, because which madman would look for a bully on purpose? The whole idea was that bullies did things to you that you didn't want them to do and Eve certainly did a lot of things that he enjoyed. A whole lot of things. He loved the way she would carry him around the house and put him to bed before she started her final workout of the day around eleven. In return, all he had to do was to take pictures and keep the house clean and neat and occasionally to drive her around to competitions.
Geoff certainly had the idea that he had the better part of that deal and he'd laughed the shrink in the face and advised him to get muscle-fucked himself, so he could see how good it felt.
'She's got great definition, but she's got no tit-flesh at all,' Eve grunted at the tv.
'Yes, her muscles look really good, but a woman should have some love-handles,' Geoff agreed, partly because this was indeed his opinion and partly because he knew just how to handle his beloved. 'And just look at that ass,' he chuckled. 'It looks so shredded that she's hardly a woman anymore.'
Eve gazed at him out of the corner of her eye, while still watching the show on tv. 'What do you mean? A shredded woman can't look feminine? Is that what you're saying? Because that's quite some opinion to hold in this house.
Geoff wiggled uneasily in his chair. 'No, honey, you know it's not like that. It's just that these Miss Olympia women have great muscle definition and some of them are built like a tank, but it's just that I prefer my women to have some meat on them. You know, like you. These Miss Olympia contestants hardly look human anymore while your body looks like a perfected specimen. When girls look at your body, it inspires them to work out and to make the best of life, while girls watching the Miss Olympia can only see an ideal that they can never reach in real life.'
'Now it sounds like you're just saying what I want to hear.
Geoff silently left the room to get coffee.

While he was standing in the kitchen pouring coffee into their cups, he heard Eve get out of her chair. He could hear the floorboard creak underneath her feet and he knew that he had to buy a new tv the next day. Years of experience had taught Geoff to distinguish footsteps of joy, footsteps of determination and footsteps of pure rage and what he heard now belonged to that last category. Then there was the sound of the tv being lifted off its table and the clattering of glass as Eve threw the tube through the window. Probably one of the contestants had flexed in a way that had made her jealous or one of the judges had simply made a wrong comment. Geoff took his photo camera and walked into the living room, snapping a picture of Eve's six-feet wide lats.
When she turned around, he knew he was in trouble. 'What the fuck Geoff?' She thundered. 'Your wife is upset and all you can think of is how her muscles look? What kind of an obsessed freak are you? She stomped over to him and grabbed the camera from his trembling hands. Then she squeezed it between her fingers and her palm and the camera was no more.
'Oh honey, that was one hell of a picture I made just now!'

Fortunately Geoff had seen it all coming and while her back had still been turned to him, he'd switched the camera's and put the one with the landscape-like picture of her back into his pocket. The photo won him a couple of awards, which he wisely dedicated to his wife.

[Wookey]

Sounds like a sick woman. Hope that she did not have children.  They would been fecked up. Alternatively they might have humanised her.

[Edhellion]

Sounds like a sick woman. Hope that she did not have children.  They would been fecked up. Alternatively they might have humanised her.

Here's your answer, Wookey! Hope it's satisfactory.

THE BEAR
Bo Barnes was the daughter of Eve and Geoff and she had left Flushing Rocks as soon as she had turned eighteen.
When she received news of her father's death, she was hesitant about returning to the town for the funeral. She wanted to pay him her respects, but she feared and hated her mother, who, she presumed, would be there and she didn't want to risk running into her. Eve had been a horrible mother and it had been only due to Geoff's loving care that Bo had grown up as a thoroughly decent person. She worked as a nurse in Gulfport and she had definitely inherited her mother's genes strength- and muscle-wise. As a child, she'd had only one ambition though: she never wanted to become like her mother. When she'd started developing a very buff body early on, she'd come to hate herself for it and she tried to be as lazy as possible so that she wouldn't grow up to be a muscle-monster.
Soon after having settled down in Gulfport, she'd found a bear-cub in her garden who immediately took a liking to her. Her whole presence radiated a magnetism that affected both humans and animals and she'd always had a soft spot for cute furry creatures, especially the ones that appeared to be in need of care. She'd taken the little bear into her home, calling it Baloo, and had taken care of it as if it were an infant. She'd reckoned Baloo would soon grow tired of human company and run off into the woods, but the little critter must have enjoyed her company as weeks and then months passed, for though it left her house every morning, it returned every time the sun set and Bo didn't have the heart to leave it out on its own in the dark.
Months had turned into years and Baloo had kept coming, sometimes sleeping with Bo in her own bed. Baloo was a jealous bear and Bo's potential lovers were usually scared out of their wits when they saw a grizzly entering the bedroom while they were doing their thing. Two of them had fled Bo's house naked, screaming that there was a bear but of course no one believed them. As Baloo became older, he also became more bear-like and predatory, so that Bo had an ever tougher time handling him. When he was two years old, Baloo was fully capable of knocking out a full-grown man with a single strike of his paw, but Bo was tougher than most full-grown men, even though she hadn't wanted to become strong and muscular. And though she sometimes had to wrestle the bear out of her room (literally!) when she wanted some privacy, she thought he was easier to handle than her narcissistic mother.
Bo hoped that Baloo would some day simply leave and find himself a mate in the woods, as she knew she'd never be able to handle a full-grown grizzly. She also had to hide him from her neighbours, who'd undoubtedly call animal control or the wildlife services if they knew a bear was roaming their neighbourhood. Bo herself wasn't afraid of Baloo, even though he'd outgrown her after three years.
'Come on, Baloo, I can't keep buying you meat. People are becoming suspicious!'
But Baloo simply stared at her uncomprehendingly.
She decided to return to Flushing Rocks for the funeral, but she took Baloo with her. She guessed even Eve would be intimidated by a full-grown grizzly which wasn't even on a leash and sure as hell, when Bo and Baloo got out of the car in Flushing Rocks, there were some very odd stares. The news quickly travelled and it reached Eve before Bo herself did. But if Bo had hoped that her mother would be intimidated, she was in for a disappointment. When Bo and Baloo stepped onto the garden path, Eve simply stood in the doorway, with only a raised eyebrow to indicate that she was in the least surprised. She stood there, with her massive arms crossed in front of her massive chest.
Bo felt a lump of ice in her chest at the sight of her mother. She looked as cold and heartless as ever, perhaps even more so now that her husband had died. Bo walked up to her to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she made sure to put something of a challenge into the way she walked. She wore shorts that revealed her lusciously long legs, her calf muscles dancing in tune to her steps and her quads and hamstrings bulging. Eve looked at her disapprovingly, and there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes. After the kiss on the cheek, Bo simply walked past her into the house and dropped her heavy bag on the sofa.
Eve followed her and asked: 'Couldn't you show a bit of decency after your father's death? What kind of slut would wear that outfit to a funeral?' Her voice was cold and accusing as she indicated Bo's shorts and her shirt which showed a lot of pecs and cleavage. 'And what's that bear doing following you around? Don't tell me you work in a circus nowadays. If you've become a strongwoman, it is only because of the genes I passed on to you.' She scoffed, but Bo chose to just ignore the comments. She wasn't going to show anger and she wasn't going to get into a conflict with her mother so close to her father's funeral. No matter what Eve said, they were just words.
But the words kept coming, even though Bo was no longer listening. They kept pounding her harder than a flurry of punches thrown by a heavy-weight boxer and Bo felt anger rising within her chest. She begged her mother to shut up, then ordered her, but Eve didn't listen, because Eve never listened and that's why Bo found herself doing that which she'd sworn never to do to anyone.
She hit her mother in the face, her fist connecting with a hammering thud.

As soon as she heard the dull thud, Bo regretted what she'd done and she knew she should be scared, but she wasn't.
'For once in your life,' she said through clenched teeth. 'You're not going to ruin my day. This is my dad's funeral and I'm gonna pay him my respects. I don't care what you do after today. I don't ever want to see you again and I guess that feeling is mutual. But for once in your life, make a heart out of that icy stone you carry in your chest!'
Eve huffed and puffed and Bo for a moment thought she had a heart attack, as her face was contorted with pure and unadulterated rage. Eve seemed to be torn between going fully berserk upon her own daughter, which would almost certainly kill her, and a feeling that in another woman might have been called motherly love.
Then suddenly Baloo was standing between them, almost as if he were a referee in a wrestling match between the two mounds of muscle. He was four years old and a full-grown bear and though his head towered two feet above them, the two women almost dwarfed him with their ultra-large chests and arms. Each of them could probably have felled him with a single punch.
'Get that fucking bear out of my house!' Eve growled and she shoved the beast aside. Baloo bared his teeth, but Eve was unimpressed. Bo, however, was furious. She could forgive Eve for being the worst of mothers, she could forgive her for spoiling even this day, but she couldn't forgive her silly anger at the bear. Without thinking, Bo snarled and lunged at her mother's throat, aiming to bring her down. She hit Eve with such force that the older woman fell backward, Bo's hands around her neck. For any other person, this would have been the end. Bo was so angry that she was going to strangle her mother to death. But then Eve started flexing all the muscles in her neck. Her face became red and veins started pulsating all over it. It was something out of a horror movie and Bo's hands were slowly forced apart. Then Eve hit her in the stomach and the wind was knocked out of Bo. She doubled over and fell to the floor, coughing.
'What kind of bitch are you, hitting your own mother?' Eve grunted.
She was now sitting on top of Bo and the bear instinctively tried to protect the closest thing it had ever had to a mother. It scratched the side of Eve's head with its mighty claws and blood spurted all over the place. Then the bear did what bears do: it started to hug Eve, placing its mighty paws on her face and squeezing. Eve screamed, but the sound was muffled by Baloo's fur that covered her mouth. Bo was frantically yelling for Baloo to let go. As much as she hated her mother, she was terrified by the scene playing out in front of her and she didn't want Eve to be killed on the same day her father was to be buried. But Eve did not intend to be killed just yet and she took the bears front paws and started pulling them apart.
Eve's growl was almost palpable as a trembling of the ground, as she pitted her strength against the full-grown grizzly.

Minutes later, Bo Barnes left the house with Baloo following in her wake. The bear was limping and blood matted its fur, but it was alive. Bo's jaw was set in firm resolution and there was a triumphant look in her eyes.
'I'm sorry you had to witness that, Baloo,' Bo said coaxingly to the bear. 'I didn't know I had it in me.'
Inside the house, Eve managed to reach the sofa even though both her legs were broken. Maybe she'd had this coming a long time, she had to admit to herself.
But the feeling of forcing apart the bear's claws had been worth it!
Her daughter had always been a weakling, so in a sense it was even a comfort to have seen her so furious. Her muscles had been so outrageously, almost Miss Titanly, big!

[nickolai]

Really happy to see you here.  Keep em coming!

[Edhellion]

THE HERMIT
After the funeral of her father, Bo took Baloo to the forest. The two of them had often gone hunting together back in the woods near Gulfport and there was some nice game to be found in the area around Flushing Rocks: deer, elk and the occasional mountain lion. Bo was not afraid. She knew she could easily take down a mountain lion, though the creatures were very fast and she'd probably get some scratches in the process. She never killed the animals, knowing Baloo needed the taste of blood to satisfy his appetite.
As soon as they were in the forest, they left the beaten tracks. She didn't want to meet anyone just now, as she still had to process her feral attack on her own mother and she needed to do so in silence. She'd never wanted to become violent and she feared that she might have become what she dreaded the most: a copy of Eve. The sound of her mother's femur breaking had been horrible and she'd felt a need to apologise.
Maybe she should go and see Lena, who lived in these woods. They'd been in school together and the last thing she'd heard of her, Lena was supposed to have become a hermit. Back in their high school days, Lena had been the local hottie, which meant quite a lot in Flushing Rocks. She had a curvaceous hourglass figure, with big natural boobs (the boys had made bets as to her cup size; Bo knew it had been G back then) and a round, juicy ass. She was big without being intimidating and had a real girl-next-door-quality to her face. Every boy had wanted to go out with her to prom night, but Lena had strangely been absent that evening. Rumours said she might be a lesbian, but Bo wasn't even sure Lena had any sexual feelings for anyone, boy or girl. Not that she was aloof or arrogant or anything like that. She allowed the boys to touch her and she cuddled a lot, but Bo didn't know whether Lena had lost her virginity when she'd left for Gulfport. Even to Bo, her closest friend, Lena was one big mystery and Bo had the idea that she liked it that way.
The Greenwood was big and Bo had never actually been to the cabin where Lena was supposed to live, but there had always been a kind of connection between the two of them and Bo was sure she could find her if she wanted to. For now she was following the track of a moose through the woods, which wasn't hard. It left big footprints and Bo suspected it might be upwards of 1500 pounds. Apart from the footprints, there were broken branches as high as seven feet above the forest floor. This creature had to be huge, which was fine for Bo and especially for Baloo. Bo knew a large moose would pose a problem for Baloo alone, who had the instincts of a predator but not the training. However, Bo and Baloo together would be able to overpower it easily.
She crested a little hill and took a look at the valley below. There were the unmistakable signs of human habitation: a bare patch beneath a tree where a campfire would have been built and the faint smell of human sweat. Maybe Lena's hut was close by and Bo couldn't pass an opportunity to meet her old friend, even though she had wanted to be alone. Lena's mere presence had always been soothing and comforting to her soul.
Then she heard the sound of a moose behind her and she cursed herself for not paying attention. It was only then that she noticed she didn't sense the presence of Baloo in the clearing. She slowly turned around and saw the moose. It was huge, but it was almost dwarfed by the woman sitting on its back, her gigantic thighs forming an arch around the hulking ribcage of the creature.
'Hey Lena, remember me? It's me, Jo Barnes.'
Lena jumped off the back of the moose and it looked as if the animal was relieved to be rid of the large weight. As she was standing beside the moose, Bo realised how tall Lena had become. She had to be at least 6'8" and she was still as curvaceous as ever. Her breasts looked unnaturally firm, but Bo couldn't imagine Lena having taken a boob job so she was willing to bet her right hand that they were all natural. Her hips were wide and her thighs were impossibly big. Bo knew it was all muscle, though Lena was dressed rather conservatively in a pair of jeans that looked big enough for a Japanese sumo-wrestler in his spare time.
'Of course I remember you!' Lena answered warmly. 'Come and have a coffee in my cabin!'
Lena took Bo to what she'd taken to be a small hill and then brushed away some leaves to reveal a door. Inside, the ceiling and furniture all seemed to take into account Lena's size. The bed was in the living-room and was easily eight by six feet. When Lena saw Baloo, she wasn't scared but invited the bear inside too. Strangely, Baloo seemed to have no interest in eating the moose and instead Lena took a large lamb's leg (a whole one) from her fridge and fed it to the bear. 'I had been looking forward to eating it myself tonight, but I have to offer my guests something right? So what can I offer you?' She asked. The two girls got along as if the years in which they hadn't seen each other had simply never taken place and they soon found themselves discussing all the boys that had been fawning over them back in the day. Bo wondered whether Lena was indeed a lesbian, but thought it rude to ask her outright and apropos of nothing. There were no pictures in the cabin and Lena didn't even seem to have a phone so if there was a significant other in her life, she showed no signs of it. As Lena stretched her legs, Bo looked at them jealously. Those wide jeans of hers were almost form-fitting and Bo estimated her thighs must be over forty inches. She felt a strange desire to see and touch the bare skin and muscle of those legs, which she'd never felt before with any other woman.
'What, are you checking me out?' Lena asked with a knowing smile on her face and she started drawing circles with her left foot. Soon, there was a tearing sound as the jeans couldn't hold their own against her flexing calves.
'Well, you sure have a lovely couple of legs,' Bo said euphemistically. 'I bet you could squat that moose of yours.'
'Hm, never tried,' Lena said almost absent-mindedly. 'I can squat 1,000 for reps so I might be able to.'
Bo thought it would be so hot to see her friend standing underneath the freaking large animal and lift it off the ground.
'I don't like that look in your eyes,' Lena laughed as she guessed her friend's thoughts. 'Don't tell me you hit on girls these days?'
'No, no,' Bo quickly assured her and taking her opportunity, she asked: 'Do you? I mean, there were rumours back in high school. And it would be okay if you did,' she quickly added.
'I have to admit that the female is the fairer sex, but I've never... been with a woman, you know. Sure, I've kissed some of them and it felt really good.'
Bo found herself leaning slightly forward even though she hadn't been aware of moving in her seat. She looked at Lena's dark-green eyes and luscious curls and she wondered whether she wanted to kiss her right now. Lena showed no intentions to do so, though, so Bo leaned back again. It was almost as if Lena were toying with her, but it didn't feel bad at all. In fact, it all felt really natural. The whole situation was just as it should be, with the fire in the hearth and the moose and the bear outside.
Bo walked over, sat down on Lena's lap and placed her mouth firmly on hers, her hands exploring the rock-hard legs. Lena made no effort to resist. Yes, this was as it should be.   

[Edhellion]

THE SECRET ADMIRER
Art worked for Sean Butler and he had a real muscle fetish. He was a wiry, lanky guy himself and he wondered whether he would ever date a bodybuilder, or even a fit-girl. He loved to listen to the stories Gerard Sharpton told and he had a vivid imagination, which made the words Gerard spoke come to life as pictures in his mind.
Sean thought there was something strange about Art, but his wife Elizabeth just blamed it on his hormones. 'And who can fault a guy for jumpy hormones in a town like this?' She chuckled as she casually tied her hair in a ponytail, knowing that Art was watching.
Sean had decided to keep a close eye on the guy. Art could never rape a Flushing Rocks-girl, that much was certain, but who knows what he might try?

On a typical summer's day, the farming was done and Sean watched Art getting on his bike and pedalling off. There was something so awkward in his movements that Sean almost pitied him. Yet, awkward or not, there was definitely something 'off' about this guy.
Sean was smoking a cigarette while hanging out of the window when Elizabeth came in with a magazine in her hands and asked him whether this belonged to him. Sean looked at it curiously and saw that it was one of those fitness and bodybuilding magazines, but he never needed to look into one of those since Elizabeth was a dream-picture out herself. He said as much to her and blew some smoke out of the window.
'Well, I'm sure it's not Briony's,' Elizabeth said with a frown and Sean just knew she was going to get to the bottom of this. Of course, it could only belong to Art, Sean thought, because he was the only non-resident who frequented their farm and he definitely had a thing for muscle. He was also pathetic enough to buy magazines instead of browsing the internet, which was full of all kinds of physiques nowadays.
Fortunately, the time in which muscle had been a niche for deviants was long past and Sean just counted himself lucky that he'd started dating Elizabeth before her body-type came into such vogue. Now, everyone envied him, he knew, but this also made him afraid that he was going to lose his wife. He showed her all the affection he could give and he had such a romantic soul that she never even dreamed of cheating on him, let alone leaving him. Besides, they had Briony and both of them took parenthood as the greatest responsibility possible, which meant they should stay together. There were plenty of rumours about them in town, mostly because they had been outsiders who had come to Flushing Rocks because Elizabeth wanted to follow her dreams. Most outsiders were treated coldly, because the people of Flushing Rocks were proud of their unique population of amazons, and yet Elizabeth fit in so well that she had come to be considered almost a native. It also helped that they ran the largest farm in town and that they had kind of adopted Art. Art was a special case, because he was the town fool, the laughing stock and the town pervert all at the same time, depending on whom you asked on which day of the week. However, everyone agreed that working for Sean Butler was the best thing that could ever have happened to Art. Everyone apart from Briony, that was, who thought him a real creep at first.
Later, she had come to see him as the perfect dupe that he was and she realised that she could practice all her feminine charms on him. She'd known he lusted after her as soon as she'd hit puberty and her body had started to change and Art's lust had become stronger as she flowered into a beautiful young woman, who bore a striking resemblance to her mother.
'Well, well, reading these fancy magazines aren't you,' Sean mumbled to himself pensively as he browsed through the pages himself. Sure, many of the women were really gorgeous, but why a magazine when all of this beauty freely roamed the streets of Flushing Rocks as well?
As Sean came to the centrefold, the magazine dropped out of his hands. There was his daughter, staring back at him, wearing only a bra and a pair of panties.

Meanwhile Art was pedalling away over the road that led to Theo Eagle's store. He needed a beer after a hard day's work, just like he needed a beer while staying at home and needed a beer to step up to a girl. Over the years, he'd turned into an alcoholic, though he himself rejected the label and thought he had it all under control. As he put away his bike at the store, he realised he'd forgotten the April issue of Fit and Feminine.
'Ah, shit, I must have left it at the farm,' he muttered to himself.
He'd known Briony was in it, because he'd overheard her talking on her phone about it. He was also sure that she wanted to keep it a secret from her parents, because they were just so uptight and protective with everything that involved her. Maybe it would serve her right if Sean or Elizabeth found the magazine, but maybe they would find out that he had left it there and that might cost him his job. It wouldn't be hard to find another job, he thought to himself, but it would be impossible to get so close to not only one but two gorgeous women in the process: both Elizabeth and Briony. It had taken him years to feel even the slightest bit confident around them and he was sure that Briony had had an eye on him from the moment her hormones had started kicking in. She had this special way of looking at him that she didn't have with any other boy in town and she'd even let him kiss her on the mouth once or twice. Of course when his hands had started groping, she had taken them and forced them behind his back so easily that it felt almost humiliating, but that was probably just her own insecurity. He was seven years her senior and which girl wouldn't want to date a guy that much older, even though he had no sexual experience at all? He suspected that Sean and Elizabeth had hired him, not just for the work he could provide on the farm but also because it would be relatively safe for Briony to have him around. He knew that most people in town thought he'd never get a girl and so Briony's parents must have figured he'd pose no danger to her. Little had they known, Art thought to himself, that Briony would start developing feelings for him. At first, it had been awkward, when she had been twelve and he nineteen. Not that there had been any sexual feelings involved back then, but she'd already been stronger than him and she'd help him out when the work was too heavy. She'd always had this glint in her eyes when she lifted the milk cans that he struggled with and by the age of fourteen, they'd both known he loved to watch her body covered in a slight sheen of sweat as she playfully flexed her muscles.
These thoughts were all going through Art's mind as he cursed himself for losing Fit and Feminine, risking it all.
He bought himself a bottle of vodka and another copy of the same issue Fit and Feminine, hoping that Theo wouldn't notice it was the second time. He hated Theo's beady eyes which always seemed to notice everything. He paid in cash and forgot to wait for the change as he left the shop. Then he got on his bike again and decided to go into the woods, to look through Fit and Feminine in private.
He had his own special place in the Greenwood, where he knew no one else ever came because the bottles of booze he sometimes left there were always untouched when he returned a couple of days later. The only one he'd ever told about it was Briony, and of course she wouldn't be out here in the woods in the evening. This was his safe spot, the place where he could retreat and look at Briony's pictures undisturbed.
Then he heard her voice and he cursed himself for having told her about this place. For a moment he thought it was his own mind playing tricks on him, but then he saw her in the clearing. And she wasn't alone. She was lying there in the arms of Erik and she was laughing. She was having fun!
Erik was laughing too and he was cupping her right breast with his hand.
'No, this isn't possible,' Art muttered.
Then he saw Erik's hands going over Briony's bulging thighs and he felt himself getting a hard-on, which he desperately tried to supress.
Before he knew it, he was in the clearing, the bottle of vodka raised threateningly in his right hand. 'Let go of her!' He yelled and he saw how they were both startled by his sudden presence. 'She doesn't want you!' He screamed in despair and Erik stood up, but before Art could go over and hit him, Briony was standing between them, her fists raised like a professional boxer with the shoulders of a heavy-weight champion. 'Briony, you don't want this,' Art pleaded. 'He's not good enough for you.'
'Leave, Art,' Briony said with the most commanding voice he'd ever heard from her.
And as he stood there, she started flexing all her muscles, not to intimidate him, he realised, but because she was furious with him. The sight was as gruesome as it was tantalising, her body taking on inhuman (or rather superhuman) proportions. She was bigger now than he'd ever seen Eve. And she was pissed with him.

He ran then, as fast as he could, forgetting all about his bike. He half expected her to come and run after him and he was sure she would kill him if she did. It was only after two miles that he dared to look behind him. She hadn't followed him, or at least she wasn't still following. But the sight of those insane muscles! Biceps that must have measured fifty inches, pecs that were the size of gravestones and those thighs! He would remember those till the day he died and he'd be forever tormented with the thought that he was never to touch those muscles again.

[Edhellion]

GROCERIES AND GOSSIP
Theo Eagles looked around his shop in despair. No matter how many protein-rich products he brought in, his shelves looked eerily empty at the end of the week.
His wife Maristella helped him with the stocks, loading and unloading the trucks that stopped in front of the little shop, because Theo was often unable to lift the crates. Maristella wasn't as big as most other women in Flushing Rocks, but she would be able to hold her own in a weightlifting contest with most men from outside of town. She was fifty, though, and the years had taken their toll on her. She and Theo had two sons, Shelby and Erik. Shelby was in the army and had already been on a tour in the Middle-East. Everyone in Flushing Rocks knew that he and Briony were destined to marry each other, since they'd been close for as long as anyone could remember. Shelby was without a doubt the strongest male in Flushing Rocks: a veritable mountain of a man, with his 6'8" and 300 pounds of mass, but he was nothing when compared to, for example, Eve Barnes and he knew it. As a boy he'd been a difficult child. At first he used to bully his brother Erik, who was two years younger, and he was used to getting his way from his parents as well. They'd made him skip kindergarten, because they wanted to protect him from the girls in town, but when he'd gone to primary school, there was no escaping the fact that he was just another little boy in a town full of big (or huge) girls and women. Where he'd excelled in all physical exercises, being a true athlete, a boxer and something of a martial artist at the age of six, the girls he encountered at school were better at him in all these disciplines. He'd felt it unfair, as he'd been told in his children's books that boys were supposed to be strong, whereas girls did girly things and it had been a real shock to him to find that physical exercise was a very girly thing in his town. Because Theo and Maristella had kept him away from girls for as long as they could, he'd come to think of them as some kind of legendary creatures, similar to a minotaur or a mermaid. As he got to know them better, he found that he liked them a lot, and he had a very charming personality which attracted them to him as well. The interest he had in them was thus reciprocated and as they reached puberty, they started exploring each other's bodies. Most of the girls in town had lost their virginity to Shelby, but his interest in Briony was of a different kind altogether.

Most boys in town had been too afraid to approach Briony, which Shelby found strange because she was really the sweetest of girls.
At first Shelby and Briony had been very competitive toward each other, but as the years passed, Shelby found there were fewer and fewer contests in which he even stood a chance. While most men would have found this deeply frustrating, Shelby just counted himself lucky to be able to witness the rise of a new goddess from up close. He even boasted that it had been his training schedules and the challenges that he set her that had made her what she was today and Briony never denied it either. There was something almost tender in their love, if tender was a word that could be used for two people who were over 300 pounds.
Sure, they had their arguments and they loved to wrestle each other, with Briony sometimes being blind-folded, at other times with one arm tied behind her back. But often, just when Shelby thought he was finally gonna win, she just shattered that dream with one or two moves.
Shelby's star rose through college football, then weightlifting, but it was only when he joined the army that he felt he was in the right spot. He was a beast of a soldier, excelling in both armed and unarmed combat and joining the Navy Seals at the age of seventeen. He wasn't the kind of cruel American soldier that sometimes figures in movies, relishing in saving lives more than in taking them and he was respected by all his peers. He was decorated multiple times and was expected to become a commander officer, but in his heart he always longed to return to Flushing Rocks, to be with his Briony again. He'd asked her to join the army, dreaming of powering up with her, but she'd abhorred the ideas of violence and blind obedience. She chose to pursue different lifegoals.
Theo had watched the development of his son with pride and he'd always hoped that Briony would be his daughter-in-law. It was simply impossible to hate Shelby, he thought, and the same was true of Briony.
As Theo lay in bed one night, he couldn't sleep. There was something nagging in his mind and he simply couldn't put the finger on what it was. Shelby was to return to Flushing Rocks in three months time and everyone expected him to propose to Briony then. And yet it felt like there was something else going on. Theo always knew everything that took place in Flushing Rocks, everyone knew that. He'd been the one who had known of Sara's boyfriend, of Bo Barnes's whereabouts after leaving Flushing Rocks and of Art's sinful obsession with Briony. But lately it felt like there was something going on that he failed to see, even though it might be taking place right in front of him. Fortunately his other son Erik was still living at home and helping out in the shop. He'd always been a quiet boy and a hard worker, not as imposing physically as Shelby, but a good lad nevertheless.
Theo got up at two in the morning and went down to his shop. The lights were already on in Herbert Anderson's gym and there were women running in the light cast by the street lamps. His first customer arrived an hour later. It was Eve Barnes who had filled her cart with gallons of protein shakes and pounds of meat. The Miss Titan season was around the corner and carbs were in lower demand than usual and proteins in even higher demand.  Betting agencies had already published odds for who would be this year's most dominant female and for the first time, Briony was in the ranks even though she hadn't confirmed she'd be competing yet.
Eve wore her usual scowl and she limped. Theo knew her right thigh had been broken by her very own daughter and yet Eve hadn't even used crutches. Theo could only guess at the amount of pain she had to endure.
Bo herself came in a couple of minutes later, looking more radiant than usual, as if years of pent-up frustration had been released by that one kick against her mother's thigh. Soon, the birds were singing outside and the shop was bustling with customers. All of Theo's customers always seemed to be women, as if they didn't trust their men to buy the right stuff if they sent them. In truth, Theo knew, his shop was the place were the women saw each other and mentally compared their own bodies to those of their rivals. They also came because he always had the juiciest gossip about just about everyone. Miss so-and-so deadlifting 2,500 lbs, or curling 500 pounds on the barbell for the first time. Sometimes there were pregnancies and births or deaths, but they hardly seemed to matter.
Flushing Rocks was all about muscle and impossible feats of strength.

[Wookey]

Great cliffhanger

[Edhellion]

THE CONVERSION
Herbert Anderson had a smug look on his face as he looked around his gym. He prided himself of having the largest collection of free weights in the world, on top of all the machines which literally carried tons as well.
He often joked to his friends that he never left a woman in Flushing Rocks unsatisfied and it was probably the truth.
Rumour had it that he had had sex with every woman who ever visited his gym as well and he did little to deny it, though it was far from true.
What was true, was that he had a large influence on who was to become Miss Titan each year, as he subtly nudged all the women towards their own forte's. Years of experience had taught him to analyse any female body down to the smallest muscle and he always knew just where a woman could improve and how much muscle she could build.
For this year, he'd decided that Suzy Jennings had the most potential, but that didn't mean that he unconditionally supported her. Her upper-body strength and musculature were incredible and her legs were bigger than any male bodybuilder's outside of Flushing Rocks. He'd never seen anyone with fifty-inch biceps before but he just thought it might be possible for Suzy this year. And her chest! Her pectorals might be a full fifteen inches deep, which gave her a cleavage far bigger than any woman's breasts. Herbert's gym had a floor of reinforced concrete and he thought it had been a good investment, because with the weights these women were pumping, anything less would simply have crumbled beneath them. Suzy would bench 3,500 lbs nowadays and Herbert had always felt she was holding back for some reason because she never grunted with effort like the other women.
And yet Suzy was only twenty-five years old and had gone to college in Gulfport before becoming a full-time Miss Titan-contender.

There was a knock at the door and the shadow that Suzy's enormous figure cast seemed to envelop the entire room. The doors in Herbert's gym were far wider than regular doors, as some of the women training there had shoulders over six feet wide. Yet, even though Suzy was a giant by any standards, she still managed to walk gracefully up to his desk, though she had no illusions about sitting down in the normal-sized chair.
Herbert looked her up and down and was proud of the job the two of them had done at crafting this magnificent body.
'Mr. Anderson,' Suzy said in a voice which was surprisingly light for one so heavy. 'I know you think I'm going to be the Miss Titan this year and I've put in all the effort that I can,' she said, casually flexing her biceps. 'But I'm not sure whether I won't need something... extra, something that will ensure that I will go down in history as the biggest Miss Titan ever, something that will make me a real Goddess!'
Herbert looked at her non-comprehendingly. What did she mean? She was so pumped right now that Herbert could not imagine even the heroes from Greek legend, Hector, Achilles or even Heracles, could have matched her for sheer musculature. Her head sat atop a neck that was almost the size of his own chest and the spandex top and shorts were strained to their absolute limits, so that Herbert was sure they would simply be torn to shreds if she made even one wrong move right now. Then he saw the hunger in her eyes and he knew that she had come to the point where the only way she could realistically get any bigger, was by juicing herself. And that was something that Herbert would never allow. 
'Look, if you're talking about taking any kind of juice or steroids, I'm not gonna help you with that,' he started to protest. 'You're already big enough the way you are and I'm sure you're gonna crush the competition. There's no need to take any stimulants and besides, it's prohibited. I don't want you to get disqualified and more importantly, I don't want my own name sullied by such a thing. The Miss Titan competition is fifty years old and no woman has ever been accused of taking doping. If you wanna do such stuff, you should compete in the Miss Olympia instead, or some other such competition. The title of Miss Titan is holy, in the same way that sumo wrestling is in Japan. Taking any forbidden substances is out of the question!' He said it with such vehemence that he could almost see Suzy shrinking before his eyes and he felt proud of himself for taking such a firm stance. Sure, Suzy was nice enough and he sincerely hoped she would be this year's Miss Titan, and he had few boundaries of his own, but staying natural was the most important one. Sports were meant to be about physical prowess and never about anything else.
'Really?' Suzy asked almost timidly, demurely dropping her eyes to the floor and Herbert felt he might have come on too strong.
Then she drew a deep breath and her chest expanded to dimensions Herbert had never seen before, not even on a horse or an ox.

Suzy walked over to him menacingly. She didn't have to raise a fist or even flex a muscle to impose a major threat. In fact, she gently lay her hand on his right shoulder, as though they were having the friendliest of conversations. Only the pressure of her fingers and the idea that she might break his collar bone with the slightest movement made it clear that she was not in for a discussion and that he should simply adhere to her demands. With her other hand, she cupped his chin, as though he were a child and she squeezed ever so slightly to establish her absolute dominance. Herbert wondered how this was going to end, but he was determined to stand his ground and to convince her not to take any substances. Maybe he could refer to the fact that they made women more masculine.
'Look Herbert,' she said, sounding ever so reasonable. 'We both know that I'm infinitely superior to you, so we also both know how this is going to end.'
There was a gleam in her eye that he'd never seen there before and he wondered whether she wasn't already on steroids. He'd heard tales of how aggressive women could turn under such influence and he tried to swallow, but this was hard with his chin held so firmly. It would explain a lot if she were already juicing. How else was a woman to gain forty pounds of sheer muscle mass in a matter of months? But then again, if she already was, why would she ask him for it? It just didn't make sense.
Suzy pushed him back into his chair and started moving around him seductively. He was sure not to let her out of his sight, partly because she was drop-dead-gorgeous, partly because he was afraid she might hit him. Not that there was anything he could do if she chose to hurt him. He was completely at her mercy, which felt both frightening and exhilarating.
'Suzy, you don't want to do this,' he tried to reason with her. 'If you're caught juicing, you're gonna be disqualified for the rest of your life. You have such a bright future ahead of you. You might even surpass Eve Barnes's number of titles!'
There was a brief flicker of rage in her eyes, as she definitely did not seem ready to accept a no from him right now. Then she growled like an animal through clenched teeth. 'You think this is about the Miss Titan title? You think that's where my ambitions would end? Fool!' she laughed out loud. 'If you allow me to do this, I will become so big that the whole Miss Titan contest will be obsolete in two years time!'
'You're insane,' he muttered. It was an observation, more than a judgement.
'Oh, you're probably right about that,' she answered casually, as though she didn't even feel insulted. 'But it's that strand of insanity that allows people to excel to levels never reached by anyone who's afraid of becoming insane. I'd prefer to simply call it an obsession and you know all about that, don't you? You're the one who came to this town and who saw all this potential walking around.'
Herbert felt strangely pleased by the compliment. Or was she simply using flattery now in an attempt to convert him?
She stopped in front of him and put her arms in her sides. Her biceps were so massive that there was hardly any light between her upper arm and her lats and there were veins on her forearm, which worried Herbert a bit. In his experience, protruding veins were often a sign of a corrupted body. A healthy female body had veins, sure, and they could even stand out a bit, but Suzy's whole forearm was covered by a web of thick, dark-blue lines. Unconsciously, he looked for other signs: blood-shod eyes, a receding hairline, possibly a clit so enlarged it would be visible through her spandex shorts. But he found none of those signs and he tried to comfort himself that her veins were standing out because she'd just been through a gruelling workout.
'I'm proud of my job,' he said. 'I'm proud because I've created this whole town of big and bulky woman. But I created it without the help of science and I want to keep it that way.'
'Now you're sounding like an Amish,' Suzy observed. 'You can drop that holier-than-thou-attitude, it doesn't suit you. Don't tell me you just look at all this... potential,' she said, as she flexed her biceps to their utmost limits. 'And that you never wonder how far it can all be taken. Just like you, I like fair competition, but unlike you, I'm a real winner and I'll do whatever it takes. You can give your Miss Titan title to the biggest natural beauty of Flushing Rocks if you want. I've set my eyes on higher aims.'
Herbert looked at her questioningly. Over the years, the title of Miss Titan had become the highest award attainable by any woman and every little girl in Flushing Rocks dreamed only of winning that one big prize. Second places didn't count and neither did honourable mentions. The whole idea was that every woman in town adhered to the rules set by the jury. They all had their eyes set firmly on the prize.
Then Suzy started painting a picture of a possible future. 'Imagine a woman with eighty-inch arms, a ten-foot chest and thighs the size of sequoias. Imagine that woman being me. I could bench press buildings and curl trucks and of course I wouldn't stop there. I would find out if there are in fact limitations to the human body and I expect to break them if they exist. Who knows,' she said with a mysterious smile around her mouth, 'my fists might harness the power of a freight train.'
Herbert tried to imagine what a ten-foot chest would even look like on a six-foot person and found that he couldn't. Meanwhile, Suzy kept firing words at him. 'My little brother had this comic in which the Hulk lifted a mountain. It was something called Secret Wars I believe. Me, I'd settle for something less, but I want my name on a list with Hercules and Samson. Have you read the Bible, Herbert? Samson brings down a whole temple with just the strength of his arms and that's the kind of strength I want. I'd even let you blindfold me and cut my hair.' Herbert vaguely recalled the story of Samson in the Bible, but the thought was soon replaced by an image of a Suzy wearing a blindfold, her arms tied to mighty pillars, and to his own shame, Herbert realised the thought was arousing him. He felt his dick going stiff and he tried to think of others things, afraid Suzy would notice. His breath was quickening and his heart was beating like a hammer in his chest, but whether or not Suzy was aware, she kept talking. 'Don't worry, I'd go easy on your gym. After all, you'd be the guy who made it all possible, right? So I'd have no reason to be angry with you. Now, if you would help me to achieve my dreams, I might get angry and you don't want that, do you, Herbert?' she asked, but then she noticed his erection and she started to laugh like a maniac.
'Or maybe you do!' she guffawed. 'Don't be ashamed, I'd be aroused by my body if I were a man. In fact, every woman in town wonders what your type is.'
She then started walking again, swaying her hips seductively and kissing her flexed biceps, for which she hardly needed to move either her arm or her head. She then brought her face close to Herbert's and pursed her lips, but when he instinctively moved his lips towards hers, she retracted her head and placed her hand over his. It was frustrating, but at the same time, Herbert was aroused even more by her dominance and he got up out of his chair and tried to push her hand away. Of course, there was no way that he could budge it, but the hand was covering his mouth and he was soon starting to get light-headed because he could hardly breathe.
'I think we can come to an arrangement,' Suzy said, as she took her hand away and placed it on his crotch. She started rubbing and within a matter of seconds, he came in a way he'd never come before. He felt like an adolescent boy experiencing his first time.
She squeezed his dick, and though he'd just shot his load, it was immediately springing to attention again.
Suzy lifted him up and laid him on the table, then took off her top. She had big firm breasts on top of those massive shelves for which pectorals was just not an adequate description. They were slabs that were the size of flat-screen tv's and even with the slightest flex, she made her boobs bounce rhythmically.
As he lay on the desk and was practically raped by the young goddess (though the sex was far from unconsensual), he moved his hands into one of the drawers and took out a syringe he kept there. Suzy moaned as he injected it into her arm, the needle penetrating the muscle with surprising ease and she moaned again as the hormones started flooding her body.

[nickolai]

Aha ... so he does have something extra for the ladies!  And really like that Suzy is not only after building a body, but the strength of a demi-god.  Love it and I hope she gets there!

[Edhellion]

LETTER FROM THE JURY
Dear Briony,
We have received your request to participate in the Miss Titan Competition this year, and though we have so far never made an exception, we are pleased to inform you that you will be allowed to participate, even though you are only seventeen years old at the time of the contest. The pictures you sent us have convinced us that you have dedicated your entire life to muscle and strength and we therefore felt it would be no more than reasonable to reward such dedication with a chance for our big prize.
We do realise you now have only six weeks left for training and perfecting your body, but we want to stress that you may already be very proud of what you've achieved, regardless of the results of the contest and that your name will stand out forever as that of the youngest competitor. That is no mean feat, though we're sure you're ambitious enough to put all your effort towards but winning. Of course, you'll be one of twenty-four competitors and all the other women will be looking for that one big reward as well: the title of Miss Titan, which, we are proud to observe, is more esteemed even than the Miss Olympia title. Indeed, to become Miss Titan, a woman must not only sculpt her body to perfection. She must also become stronger than any other human being. We want to stress the great honour we are bestowing upon you by acknowledging you belong to the select group of women who qualify for this.
We want to remind you that all the contestants must sign a contract in which they hand over their pr to our organisation. You will receive many letters, e-mails, direct messages and so on, mostly from males desperate to get even a single word from you, or, better, even a picture. Our organisation has, throughout the years, raised an air of mystery surrounding our contest and there are some secrets to which you'll be privy which you should never share.
This means that the whole month prior to the competition will be spent in complete isolation of the outside world, in which you will enjoy only the company of the other competitors and the jury members. Also, during this time, the Miss Titan organisation will proscribe your use of social media and interviews to the regular press. You will be required to show suggestive content, but refrain from showing anything explicit. These restrictions will cease only on the night after the contest, after which you'll be allowed to vent whatever opinions you hold and to post any content you might desire, as long as it does not throw a bad light on the Miss Titan organisation and its members. Rivalry with other competitors is allowed and even encouraged, as long as it stays within the boundaries of decency prescribed by our organisation. There is to be no sexual intercourse during the month preceding the contest, neither with males nor with other competitors. Furthermore, any suspicion of taking prohibited substances will lead to immediate disqualification.
We hope none of these rules will discourage you from partaking in our great competition. You will be provided with excellent opportunities to start a career as a model, athlete, or influencer, whichever you desire, and we wish you all the best of luck. We trust that you will do whatever you can to praise our glorious town and to refrain from representing any other city or country for the rest of your career. Flushing Rocks is, and is supposed to remain, the centre of female muscle and power. Remember that you are never to succumb to any male in contests of raw strength or muscularity. You are supposed to hold up a demeanour of dominance and superiority, which may never be let down. We encourage you to keep on challenging men and women all over the planet to whatever contest you desire. Of  course, this whole letter is not meant to be read as a strict set of rules which will restrict you from showcasing your incredible power. We trust that you will enjoy the Miss Titan contest as much as all other competitors who have gone before you have done and that the whole evening will be a climax of your years of hard work and dedication.
The Jury.