★Memorable Author: El_Roy_1999] Bigger Secrets *Illus* [giantgirl7foot2]

[El_Roy_1999]

When she returned on the arena, she felt a strange hostility from some parts of the crowd. Those weren't necessarily Imani's supporters. Rather, they must have been former fans who somehow felt disappointed by her performance. Even though she was used to shrug off unfounded criticism and weird looks, this still somehow hurt her. She adjusted the straps of her outfit and walked to the center of the field. Imani was already there, somehow now looking even bigger and stronger than before. Monica wondered how this hulk actually moved. Also, the outfit which made a sling bikini look like a burka lost itself in the hills and valleys of Imani's muscles. She was so far beyond human that she might be a different species altogether. The colossus of muscles gloated:
"Ready to earn yourself another defeat?"
Monica gritted her teeth and said:
"Don't get your hopes up too soon."
The announcers voice boomed over the crowd:
"Ladies, we are ready for the second challenge, something that will definitely put you to your limit or even beyond."
Next to them, a large panel lifted itself up from the ground with a pneumatic hiss. It rolled back and revealed two strange square pits enclosed in steel. There was some heavy machinery right next to them. The voice above explained:
"These are compactors. Normally, they are used to squash cars and trash. But this time, they are going to be the ultimate test of your toughness. Of course, they have been modified so that they stop before hurting you, but they will still test your might. The longer you manage to keep them from reaching the end and box you in, the better. But be careful, they will come at you from all directions."
Monica looked at Imani, who didn't seem too surprised.
"Without any further talk, let's get to it!"
The two gigantic women climbed down into the pits. Monica got on her knees and let herself down with an athletic movement, landing smoothly on the balls of her feet. Imani was much slower. She requested a ladder and carefully climbed down. With her massive, swaying bulk, it was clear that doing any hectic movements would probably cause her to fall over. Nobody knew if she'd be able to get back on her feet if that happened. Monica grinned as she pictured her competitor, lying on her disproportionate back and flaying her arms and legs like a tortoise.
Once inside the pit, she felt a little uncomfortable. It was deep enough that she couldn't just jump out. At fourteen feet, she was pretty sure she could pull herself up from the ledge, but she had no idea whether it would support her weight. She'd just have to trust them.
The voice asked:
"Are you ready?"
The pair answered and the machines were fired up.
"The first round is simple. Just one wall at a time. Just hold it back as good as you can. You're out if it reaches the end."
Immediately, the front walls started rolling in. Monica made a step forward and put her hands against the cold steel, locking her feet on the floor. The panel pushed against her, but she found that easy. The machine strained, but this was probably just a warm-up.
Next to her, Imani wasn't even trying. She just stood there, her body almost at rest and holding the wall back with her shoulders. Monica was a little jealous when she saw her opponent on the big overhead screen. As soon as this whole circus was over, she'd get back to the gym and get herself one of these bodies too.
Just as she was dreaming of her own enormousness, the machine stopped and switched to another wall.

[El_Roy_1999]

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[Jeremy Lightning]

Really enjoy this, Imani seems to have a significant power advantage, but Monica isn't going to give up, no matter what the odds are, lots of great strength and muscle description, I look forward to more! k+!

[evanw]

This is awesome. I just caught up on this over the last few days.

I hope that Imani, of she loses, really goes all out and becomes unrecognizably large. Let's hope this is just the beginning of her descent to true freakdom. (Ever think of additional arms?--Yeah, it's a bit freaky, but she's already something more than human.)

As for Michelle, let's hope that, if she loses, she starts down the path to unimaginable massiveness, too, a la Imani.

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you for your kind words. I hope I'll be able to bring this story to a fitting end.

Monica acted as quick as she could and switched sides, holding the wall back. Once again, this went well. Before she could congratulate herself, the next wall advanced. She changed her position. This time, the power had increased. Holding it back was still no problem, but it was clear that this challenge might prove to be too much for her. Monica just hoped that Imani would falter before her.
As could be expected, there wasn't much chance of that. Imani was just walking around lazily, holding the walls back with her hands, her back and at one occasion, with her foot. This was the perfect challenge for her. Her incredible, superhuman strength combined with her ridiculous bulk meant that she basically just had to wait for the walls to come to her.
The announcer declared:
"Now that you are all warmed up, let's make this more interesting."
Immediately, Monica recognized the change: Now, two opposing walls set themselves in motion and closed in on her. She put her arms out and waited for them to reach her. When the walls connected with her palms, she was amazed by their relentless advance. Immediately, she felt her muscles strain. She concentrated to do this right. Her shoulders swelled and she focused on keeping her arms straight. Relaxing meant being pushed back immediately. The strain was manageable for now.
On Imani's side, everything was peachy. When the walls had come close enough, she had waited until they were at a nice, close range and then, she had pushed against them, her massive biceps squeezing against her forearms just as her lats and triceps fought for space. The machine whined, but she couldn't care less. She just wanted to show off her mutant power. She almost felt sorry for it when it retreated and switched sides.

[El_Roy_1999]

The machine switched sides. Monica immediately noticed that the walls were now closing in fast and hard. She was shocked to find that even slowing them down was difficult. Just holding them back with her arms would be hard. She decided to switch tactics. The giant woman leaned backwards, arching her back. She put both her hands against the wall and lifted one leg. Immediately, her skin connected to the cold steel. She concentrated and lifted her other leg, at last perching herself above the ground. She was quite aware that she'd fall down as soon as the walls went back, but she was certain she'd react fast enough. The machine strained against her straight body. She felt it try to squash her, but she just gritted her teeth and was surprised by the amount of power it produced. The crowd cheered her for the elegant move which also showcased her perfect muscle-hourglass shape.
The strain increased. She concentrated on maintaining the tension in her body, her abdominals turning into rock-hard cobbles. She heard the blood pumping through her arms as her monstrous biceps covered her ears. The machine increased its output once more. She thought she'd be crushed, but she prevailed. The machine's engine began to whine as she held it back. She felt it groan as it shifted its gears. Monica chose this moment to counterattack.
Screaming, she pushed against the walls, forcing her body apart at full force.
With an ugly noise, something in the machine broke, producing a rain of sparks and a cloud of black smoke. The smell of burning lubricant filled the air.
The press stopped. Lowering herself carefully, Monica examined the damage. Something had broken down for good.
She wondered what they would do now.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Very nice, though I would've loved to see how Imani was dealing with the increase, was she still at ease or were her muscles finally receiving enough force to actually challenge them. Monica breaking her machine was impressive, no doubt, but if she could, I'm almost positive that Imani could herself, probably with much more ease. I know that Monica is supposed to be the protagonist, the one to cheer for, but Imani's performance over the past couple of chapters has impressed me so much that at this point, I'm just looking forward to her doing insane feats of strength. k+!

[El_Roy_1999]

As she climbed out, she saw the replay on the big screen. Imani was there, pushing against the walls with all her might. The machine was now on full throttle and for the gigantic woman, this was a certain challenge. The strain had made her muscles bulge even further, causing her to erupt into full titan proportions. The monster woman was clearly no longer able to turn her head or lower her arms to reach her hips. Instead, her insane muscularity held back the approaching walls with surprising ease. At last, she gave up. The machine stopped, leaving a free space of a few inches around her overloaded physique. Just watching her ridiculous, inhuman body made Monica's eyes water.
Imani had truly outdone herself. She had become a pure avatar of muscle. The sheer size of her body made it hard to distinguish what parts even belonged to her arms, her shoulders or her back. It was all bulging mass, crisscrossed with veins and covered in steel fibers. Imani sighed, the movement sending her mass into a weird quiver.
She carefully climbed outside and looked at Monica, who somehow felt small next to that giantess. Still, she said:
"Imani, I won."
"I don't think so. You broke the machine. For me, that means you should be disqualified. Also, I held out much longer!"
Monica swallowed. Was this going to be another rules-mongering decision?
Indeed, Kolic's voice rose above the crowd:
"Monica is disqualified for damaging the equipment. Once again, Imani wins!"
Imani lifted her arms in triumph. That is, she pulled them up as far as she could. There were cheers, but there were also a few boos now. The mountain of muscle scowled. She turned to her rival and said:
"I'm ahead now. The next round is the last and you're going down!"
"We'll see."

[El_Roy_1999]

Monica returned to the dressing rooms. She was furious and frustrated. The whole situation was extremely uncomfortable. She stripped out of her nothing and went to the showers.
Wes came in. He asked:
"What was that?"
She turned on the water.
"I don't know. It's as if they didn't even care. If they go on like this, everybody will know that they're pushing Imani."
The hot water hit her skin, soothing all the little tears in her muscles.
"Ah, that feels so good. Wes, darling, you'll have to moisturize my skin once I'm done here. Two showers a day are no good idea."
He grinned:
"Sure! A very bad idea. I have to say, you're hot when you're angry."
"I'm not angry. I'm frustrated. I'm the top candidate and they just make her win because she fucks the judge."
"Should I talk to Kolic?"
She hesitated. The water felt so good. It was so nice to have him here. This little man with the small muscles. He was really cute and he could be so good at just listening and support her. She sighed. What should she do?
He asked:
"Darling?"
She smiled:
"Just leave it be. I've made up my mind and I'm going to fix that myself."
She bowed down and kissed him on the lips:
"But thank you for always being there for me. You're the best!"

[El_Roy_1999]

Now dressed in the third outfit of the day, she walked out into the arena. Oddly enough, the organizers let her have a choice this time and she decided on something a little more covering and practical. It still did nothing to hide her ridiculous physique. The thing was basically a weightlifter's suit that covered her torso, her shoulders and her upper thighs. Surprisingly, it showed no cleavage, although that point was moot anyway, seeing how her enormous breasts overstretched the material. She lifted her arm in greeting and saluted the crowd.
Imani had just walked in from the other side and this time, the acclamations were much louder. Clearly, the fans loved a winner. Also, Imani's body was certainly not hampered by an over-abundance of clothes. Her outfit consisted of three patches of fabric that barely satisfied the spectators' rapidly eroding sense of decency.
She shouted at her fans and urged them to make more noise.
Then, she stood in front of Monica and looked down on her. Monica stared. How had that happened? Could it be that Imani had grown even larger?
The giantess spoke:
"You look surprised."
Her voice was deep, full and rough.
Monica asked:
"How did you do that?"
"Ah, you'd like to know, wouldn't you?"
"Sure. Shouldn't you be done cheating now?"
"Cheating? If there are no rules, you can't break them. And yes, your eyes are right: I am bigger. I am the biggest."
"Well, you know what they say about those that are bigger."
Imani snorted and turned to the announcer's stage.
"We'll see about that."

[evanw]

So excited that she's getting even bigger! This is an incredible story.

[El_Roy_1999]

"Okay. Ladies, this is the final event. Of course, Imani is ahead, but since the race has been pretty close, the judges have agreed to make this count double. This means that whoever wins this final round takes the prize."
There were cheers from all sides.
"So, what is the final challenge? You're all in for treat! Our ladies here are going to blow some minds! Now, you're certainly asking: What? How? And the answer is: We've chosen two representative groups. They're going to watch our candidates do their worst. They have three minutes to show off their muscles, their strength and their sexiness. Yes, you heard right: These women are sexy, so they should show their erotic energy!"
There were murmurs amongst the crowd. The announcer continued:
"We have prepared a few things you might need, so take a look at the racks next to you. Give it a few moments, then chose three items each and prove to us all that you are fit to rule and be the best!"
There was a thunderous applause.
Monica looked at Imani. The huge woman seemed to be growing bigger as she watched. She breathed heavily, sweating profusely. There was a mixture of lust and suffering on her face.
She stepped over to the mountain of muscle and asked:
"Are you okay?"
Imani looked down on her and said:
"Fuck you. Of course I am. I'm a fucking goddess. I'm going to destroy you just as I'm going to destroy the poor minds of these ridiculous saps. Fuck them!"
She took a deep breath, making her mutant muscles heave. Watching all those fibers contract and deform almost made Monica puke. There was something wrong here.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Yeah, there does seem to be something wrong here, I wonder if Imani will even survive this round herself, I think her muscles may be getting too big that they are pushing inward against her organs and restricting them, if that makes sense to anyone. I'm think a concerted effort by her my strain her heart to bursting it. But even then, I do look forward to seeing what she has in mind for the puny weaklings. k+!

[evanw]

I hope this is just the beginning of a massive growth spurt and that there is nothing wrong with Imani!

[phil123]

I hope you find a way that Imani! survives and can live as the giant he already is.

[El_Roy_1999]

Imani picked up a bowling ball from the rack, walked forward and held it in both hands. She showed it to the spectators. Then, she bent forward into a most muscular pose and squeezed.
Three things happened:
The first thing was obvious. Faced with her unstoppable strength, the bowling ball produced a sad "crack"-noise and broke into wood chips.
The second was logical. A number of observers simply fainted. The display of strength was so abrupt and shocking that these people just collapsed.
The third was deeply unsettling. A person with a body like Imani's going into a most muscular pose meant that the laws of physics and physiology went out of the window. Her head was enveloped into a swollen collar of inch-thick muscle. It reached up to her nose and bent her ears forward. Just watching this made the mind despair. The effect was increased by the beach ball-sized shoulders that supported her body and the biceps that just squeezed against everything. Clearly, the human mind wasn't made to parse all this. She relaxed a little and took a deep breath. Her face was covered in sweat and a big, hose-like vein was pumping on her front. Imani turned to Monica with the power of a tectonic plate and said:
"Your turn."
Monica walked over to her spectators and looked at them carefully. Somehow, they seemed weirdly distant. They looked old and conservative. Maybe it was just the strain, but Imani appeared to have more young and enthusiastic people in her crowd. Was this another one of Kolic's tricks?
She felt a little uncertain. Then, she decided to meet the challenge head-on. She took two metal rods, each over a yard long and took up position, carefully arranging them on her arms.
She smiled. Then, focusing on the strain, she moved her arms in a complex pattern and applied the strength of her muscles with skill. The metal gave way and bent. She rolled her wrists, feeling the cold, hard steel against her skin. Finally, she reached the apex of the movement. It was hard to continue. The steel was now wound tightly and she had to concentrate to prevent it from abruptly uncoiling. She gritted her teeth. The metal bit into her skin, but she forced herself to ignore it. With a groan, the rods accepted their shape and she held them up, having formed a perfect knot.
She could feel her heart beating in her chest. Monica was tired and strained, but she looked nowhere near as broken as Imani.
She didn't know if this was going to end well.