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[El_Roy_1999]

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[El_Roy_1999]

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[GreatJustice]

If I might make a recommendation - you might want to just copy and paste all this into a new story thread; it would be a shame if it got overlooked because the title was a bit opaque!

[El_Roy_1999]

I'll ask a moderator.
What would be a good title for the story?
"Growing into Herself"
"Becoming a Goddess"
"Monica and Wes"
"A Matter of Size"

Any better ideas?

[Jeremy Lightning]

I love that Monica is seen as an idol to young girls, the idea that these girls want to be like their hero and will probably start working out in order to try to be hugely muscular is always a World that I'd love to live in, where the muscular woman is the ideal. Can't wait to see how Imani looks, as much as I like Monica and her huge muscles, I'm sure Imani is going to shock the World! k+!

[GreatJustice]

"Top Idol"
"Power Pact"
"Bigger Secrets"

I think "A Matter of Size" is good, as well as "Growing into Herself" too.

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you for the feedback and the ideas!

[El_Roy_1999]

She walked into the arena, her enormous body on display to the cheering masses. She could hear a famous announcer's voice describe her over the PA. She wondered where Kolic had gone. Usually, this was his job. She smirked. He probably was spending his time crawling into Imani's ass. She snorted and raised her arms.
Her face appeared on the big screen and she did her best to give the crowd a million-dollar-smile. The cheers went louder and louder and people exploded into ecstacy as the cameras scanned every single part of her giant, mutant body. She did a few flexes to get them to make them scream. The masses complied willingly.
She advanced to the middle of the field. Imani wasn't there yet. That was obvious. She was the challenger, so she'd have her entrance next.
Indeed, the announcer bellowed her name as the gate on the other side opened. The lights switched around, showing her silhouette. As Imani stepped into the arena, Monica was surprised. She wasn't shocked, she wasn't afraid, but she had not expected this.
Imani was a hulking monster of a woman. Whereas Monica was basically a normal human being, only stretched and stuffed with muscles, her  body carefully modified to be more, Imani was a different beast altogether.
She strode forward, every step making her enormous muscles quiver. Imani was tremendously massive. She was far wider than Monica, with shoulders the size of beach-balls and bizarre back muscles that came up over her head. Her chest was now extremely bizarre. She had clearly chosen not to further expand her breasts and they now hung a little lost from her gargantuan pecs. The whole thing was made even more disturbing by the fact that these small-seeming fake tits were way over stripper-sized.
Her core was even more odd: She had a massive muscle-gut, her abs looking as if she was nine-months-pregnant. They actually drooped a little. She had a weird shuffling walk, her bloated thighs rubbing against each other.
For Monica, watching this mass of muscles approach was odd. She had expected Imani to go all-in, just as she had, but she had expected elegance. Instead, her opponent had just overdone it. Also, as they finally stood eye-to-eye, Monica realized that they were roughly the same height. At least this had worked.
Imani's voice rumbled:
"Not bad. You almost had me. But you have no chance against this!"
She lifted her arm, a surprisingly complex operation that resulted in her barely managing to flex these masses of colliding flesh. Monica grinned:
"We'll see."
She responded in kind, her longer limbs allowing her to make her throbbing arms bulge.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Well, it seems like Monica has the more beautiful, streamlined physique while Imani decided to go with the steroid bloated physique that does not look more aesthetically pleasing, though she may be bigger, wider, I'm almost positive the judges and the fans won't pick hers as the best. But it was a greatly written encounter that I enjoyed reading. k+!

[El_Roy_1999]

As the applause of the impressed masses ebbed, Imani lifted her overcharged arms and laughed as her supporters howled and screamed.
The announcer interrupted the posturing:
"Dear competitors, we are ready for the first challenge. It's a feat of strength not normally thought to be possible for humans. Two powerful, heavy-duty tractors rumbled on the arena and each pulled a huge stone sphere to the competitors. As these massive balls rolled over the ground, the earth shook. Monica noticed her breasts shaking as the vibrations hit the saline solution in them. Imani stood there like a rock, the only change being slight movements on the periphery of her supernatural body. She turned to her opponent and said:
"Nothing against the bimbo look, but you definitely should have downsized."
"Bitch, you should never have upsized to a level where you can't turn your head."
"You're just jealous because you're so puny. It's a matter of commitment. I wanted to have the implants taken out, but there was no time."
"Don't worry, they're doing nothing for your look, regardless of whether you have them or not. Breasts are for humans."
Imani sighed:
"You must be nervous, judging from the amount of crap you're sprouting."
Monica tried to find a witty repartee, but she had to admit that she was intimidated. Not only was Imani so ridiculously huge she did feel small, the stone ball also looked extremely heavy. She was glad the announcer cut her short.
"The spheres you see in front of you each weigh as much as a small truck. Now of course, pushing them would be easy. So we're not going to do that. Victory goes to the competitor that manages to toss it the furthest. You get three consecutive attempts. The distances are added together, so victory should be clear. Show us what you got!"
The coin-toss let Monica go first. She walked to the boulder, grabbed it and hefted it up. It was ridiculously heavy and with her breasts, it was hard to get a good grip. She pulled and strained until she finally had it squeezed against her body. The stupid thing really put her to her limit. Actually throwing it would be hard. She gritted her teeth, fighting the pain that surged through her body. Then, she stepped forward, turned and launched the rock in the air.
It actually flew a few yards before coming down with a crash. Monica sighed. She had expected more and she was quite aware that this wasn't sufficient. Imani laughed.
"Pathetic. I can't believe they even let you compete."
She grabbed her sphere and easily picked it up. It was clear that she was straining, but her monstrous body seemed well-suited to cope with the weight. Then, she lifted it on her bulging, grotesque shoulders and stabilized it with both hands. She pulled back, then did a few steps forward and launched the stone in the air.
It soared, the mass rising in the air before crashing down. She had at least six yards on her competitor.
Cleaning her hands, she walked to Monica and said:
"This is how it's done."

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, I thought it was going to just be about bodybuilding, not a strength contest too, looks like Imani may have Monica beat in power. But hopefully Monica still finds some way to win. k+!

[El_Roy_1999]

Monica blinked. This would be hard work. The ease with which Imani had just lifted and thrown her boulder made her dread the next round. She widened her stance, picked the stone up carefully and moved it upwards. It was a weird feeling to sense the hard surface push against her tense and powerful muscles. She knew this wasn't going well and the heaviness was really hurting her. She could feel how the boulder forced her down. Putting her body under it was a risk. If something went wrong, the thing would crush her and she'd be dead.
Was it really worthwhile to fight someone on that level?
She looked over to Imani and her smug grin.
That gave her the necessary boost. Feeling her muscles ache and rebel, she brought the stone on her shoulder and rested it against her head. She took a deep breath, carefully balancing it so as to avoid killing herself. Then, she stepped forward and pushed with all her might, her body's full power hitting the boulder.
It flew off, finally crashing on the ground a few yards before Imani's position. Unless Imani fumbled her next throw, she was done for.
Her competitor laughed and even applauded. She couldn't bring her hands together in front of her, so she slapped her bulging shoulders instead.
"Not bad. If you had a few dozen tries, you could maybe stand a chance. But for now, see how a real pro does that."
Once again, she took the stone with both hands, lifted it and brought it over her head. There were gasps as she swayed a little, but the look on her face made it clear that this was just for show.
She jumped forward and tossed the mass, sending it flying.
Before the thing even landed, she had already turned to Monica:
"You can give up if it's too much for you, you know."

[El_Roy_1999]

The less muscular woman swallowed. Imani was clearly out of her league. If she wanted to win or at least be a challenge for her, she'd have to resort to really odd tricks. She lifted the stone up once again. Was it just her or did it seem even heavier this time? She struggled to lift it up. Her arms hurt, her lower back was killing her and the skin on her hands was chaffed. It was torture to even get the stupid thing to right height. She gripped it harder, feeling her fingers' skin flake off from the abrasion. She gritted her teeth, desperate not to cry. Then, she turned and sidestepped, changing into a pirouette and whirling about. The centrifugal force immediately pulled on the mass in her hands, but she held on. Through her flickering vision, she could see the crowd cheer and shout. Some people were keeping their eyes shut, probably praying for no one to get hurt.
Monica let the boulder fly.
She stumbled, tried to regain her footing, but landed on her face. Were it not for gargantuan chest, she'd probably hurt herself. Instead, she bounced weirdly and caught herself. Once again, she felt as if she was piloting her body. The abrupt growth and transformation had somehow dissociated her self from her body, not a pretty thought.
The stone crashed down.
Monica sighed in relief as she saw that she had sent it in the right direction. Then, the crowd applauded: She had upped the ante and placed the boulder ahead of Imani's.
She felt relieved. Maybe there was still a chance.

[El_Roy_1999]

Imani looked at her. She seemed somewhat impressed. The hulking woman paced the arena, took a good look at the distances and then asked the judges:
"What happens if a part of the rock breaks off?"
There was some shuffling as the group headed by Kolic discussed the question. Then, he said:
"As long as most of the boulder is still there, it should count. It has to be ahead of your competitor's so you can win."
"Fine."
She marched to her boulder, concentrated and hit it with her fist at full power. There was a loud crack. Dust and bits of rock splintered off. Monica half expected the judges to immediately disqualify her, but a look over to Kolic told her that her opponent was to go ahead.
Imani had caused a small cleft in the stone. She rubbed the side of her hand, cleaning it of dust and debris. Then, she reached inside the tear with both hands and powered up her muscles. Watching this happen was bizarre. Suddenly, the already prominent veins all over her body swelled, blood surging through them. The muscle fibers began to expand and her entire body seemed to transform. Everyone could see that doing this was pain for her. Those that had the opportunity to watch her face could tell that the strain was horribly punishing.
Then, with a horrible sound, the rock gave way and was torn into two.
Imani's deformed body stood in their midst and she let out a cry of triumph.
She relaxed for a moment. The judges still did nothing.
The muscle-mountain grabbed both halves and loaded them on her shoulders. The distribution of the weight seemed much more comfortable. The audience started to grumble, Monica's fans seemed distraught. Still, Imani started her run and tossed the two halves high in the air. They both crashed down way ahead of Monica's sphere.
Imani shouted in triumph as the judges nodded and agreed. Monica saw that one of them, who apparently wanted to criticize this, was scowled at by Kolic and remained quiet.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Awesome feat of strength by Imani, that was intense to watch, how she broke the huge, heavy, dense stone in half with her bare hands and then tossed both halves of the stone well beyond Monica's complete stone! I'm wondering what Monica has in mind to counter that kind of insane show of strength? I'm guessing style points aren't awarded, its' all about power and the longest toss gets it? If that's true, then Monica may have her work cut out for her. But once again, looking forward to seeing if she can somehow overcome the odds again. k+!

[El_Roy_1999]

Amidst the applause, the two women returned to the dressing rooms. Imani laughed, stopped occasionally to greet her fans and to make rude gestures to Monica's supporters. Her competitor just wanted it to be over and walked as fast as she could. This was so humiliating. She'd easily have won and now this. All the hard work had been undone by Kolic's decision.
She half wanted to just drop out and watch them take care of their shit alone. If they wanted to have a stupid cheater as a winner, it was definitely their problem. She walked inside, tore off the flimsy outfit and walked into the over-sized shower. The warm water soother her aching muscles. She was so engrossed in cleaning her huge body that she didn't notice Wes had walked in. He said:
"I'm sorry for this."
She was startled, but immediately recovered:
"Don't be. I knew something like this would happen."
"Still. Where's the point in having such a contest if you fix it in advance?"
"Honestly, I'm not even sure what they are trying to accomplish. They built us up as global idols and faces of a new world order and then, they let us do stupid tricks and make us jump through hoops."
"I don't have much to decide in this."
She turned to her little man, her body glowing from the hot, soothing water and bent down to look him in the eyes:
"I know. It's nothing against you. You're still my Wes. My wonderful husband."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
They embraced, Monica trying carefully not to crush him in her gargantuan arms. Before anything else could happen, there was a broadcast informing her that the next event would start in fifteen minutes.
She had to get ready.