Author: [stra1742] Women’s World Bodybuilding Championship | #WIP

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Here's one of my fave stories I found a couple of years ago

Women's World Bodybuilding Championship
By stra1742
Six continental champions square off to find the most muscular woman in the world.
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Part 1

   The six continental champions strode confidently onto the stage, ready for the
final posedown to determine the true women's bodybuilding champion of the world. 
They took their places in line and snapped to attention, heads held high with dazzling
smiles and arms dangling away from their bodies.  Their coats of oil amplified even the
briefest of movements, so that the stage was filled with six glistening crystals of muscle.
   On the far left was Aisha, the North American champion out of Washington, D.C. 
Aisha was a total package, and definitely one of the favorites.  She had been able to pack
an enormous amount of dense muscle onto her frame, which was cinched together at her
20-inch waist.  The muscles that set her apart from all the other competitors, however,
were her incredible quads.  Two massive teardrops wrapped in a thick sartorius ribbon
decorated each of her thighs to a circumference of 28 inches; those teardrops were a
symbol of the tears she had shed building them with set after set of squats, lunges, and
1000-pound leg presses that left her crying in satisfied pain.  She alternately flexed and
relaxed her quads, looking down at them with a pleased smile.  Her bright white posing
bikini contrasted sharply with her beautiful black skin.
   Next to Aisha stood Gabriela, the gorgeous South American representative from
Chile.  Her hair was ebony black, cut short and swept up from her lovely face, which
exuded a contagious passion for life, probably because her life was lived with an
animalistic physique that was absolutely ripped to shreds.  Her body was sliced with
cross-striations in every muscle group.  But, Gabriela was growing impatient.  She knew
her best body part was her back, and she was anxious for the command to turn around so
she could show it off.  She held her arms out a little farther from her prominent lats, just
to let the crowd (and the judges) know what she had in store for them, and then touched
her hands to her hips and flashed the briefest of lat spreads.  Golden muscle emerged
from behind her – the muscles were large enough that she could see them out of her
peripheral vision just by looking straight down.  She licked her lips in anticipation of the
back poses that were to come.  Gabriela's blood-red posing suit was matched nicely by
the nail polish on her pretty toes.
   Beside her was the African continental champion, a native of Egypt named
Saraya.  Saraya was the tallest competitor on the stage, and the body she had
manufactured was well deserving of her center stage position.  Two things were striking
about Saraya.  The first was her incredible vascularity.  Her entire physique was a
textbook study in venous anatomy, as she was covered in a road map of veins from head
to toe.  She had somehow managed to vascularize her glutes, as the audience was soon to
find out during the side profile shots.  The second, and probably more noticeable, feature
was her amazingly seductive stage presence.  What Gabriela had in earnestness, Saraya
more than matched in base sexuality.  Her forest green posing bikini had two small
triangles sitting on her breasts, and a teardrop-shaped piece of fabric over the middle of
her pelvis.  The thong bottom had no back; it was simply a piece of string that ran around
her waist and connected with another string that ran between her buttocks to the teardrop. 
Early in her bodybuilding career, Saraya had discovered the value (and personal sexual
arousal) in icing her nipples before taking the stage, and tonight was no different. 
Prominent nubs stretched the sheeny green material of the top, rimmed by wet water
stains from the melted ice.  She was not smiling, but instead picked out several faces
amidst the crowd and fixed them with a primal lusty stare that was frightening in its
intensity.  Surprisingly for her height, Saraya possessed the best calves of all the
competitors.  Cloaked in a net of vascularity, tonight they stretched the tape measure to
18 inches, and bulged so far from her shins that she was unable to keep her heels together
in the semi-relaxed pose.
   Fourth from the left, Jennifer provided a stark study in contrast to Aisha, Gabriela, 
and Saraya.  It was almost comical to see the Australian titleholder next to the nearly six-
foot Saraya, as she proudly rose up to her full 4'10" height.  Jennifer had long, straight,
shiny red hair, and she loved the "natural" look so much she never tanned, which for a
redhead meant a shockingly ivory, yet very attractive body.  With her black posing suit,
she was Aisha's optical inverse three physiques over.  And while Gabriela was a picture
of serene inner peace, Jennifer was a tiny firecracker, with an exuberant smile and a face
that revealed her cheerleading background.  She exploded into every pose with an
enthusiastic nod of her head.  In some unthinkable way, she had managed to find a place
for 150 pounds of sinewy muscle on only 58 inches of Jennifer.  Her arms were simply a
distraction from the rest of her world-class physique.  Her deltoids had perfect grooves
that resembled miniature pumpkins, triceps jutted from behind like fleshy horseshoes,
and her biceps were like two heart-shaped softballs with a sliced valley between the
heads.  Altogether, she had constructed 18-inch guns, and she made sure to give short
gratuitous flexes whenever she got the chance.
   Next to Jennifer was Song, the pretty South Korean whose mind-melting
abdominals had breezed her through the Asian championships, which was no small feat
considering the size and strength of her Chinese, Japanese, and Malaysian rivals.  Song
had fashioned a ten-pack to the front of her torso, with cobblestone muscle squares
disappearing below her bikini bottom into her loins.  While waiting for the instructions to
begin, she would twist at the waist, use one hand to raise her sizable breast, and give a
little crunch to the side to display her latticework obliques.  You could tell she was
having fun up on stage, and her bright smile and sunny yellow posing suit completed the
package.  Song was ecstatic with how her body had grown, especially when she recalled
the eternal isometric ab workouts that would leave her moaning and sobbing on the gym
floor.  You responded, she told herself, and it was all worth it.
   Finally, stage right, was Danielle.  Bouncing excitedly up and down on her
tiptoes, she had a look of pure girlish giddiness, which was fitting, since she was only 17
years old.  Still a high school student in France, she had managed to come out as the
representative from Europe, arguably the most competitive continent for female
bodybuilding.  Slabs of muscle were stacked everywhere on her body, but everyone knew
what had gotten her this far: her grossly overdeveloped chest.  Danielle's immense
pectorals stretched the tape to 43 inches, and each attachment to her breastbone was
perfectly outlined with a clear jagged cut.  Their vascularity was remarkable, too; her
chest was riddled with writhing, snake-like veins reminiscent of Paul Dillett.  In case they
weren't already the picture of feminine perfection, each muscle sheet was topped by a
cute little dollop of breast, just the right size to fill out her bright blue bikini top.  With
her blond pigtails, deep tan, and French pedicure, she could have been any other teenager
heading to the beach for the afternoon, except most teenage girls don't need the width of
two beach towels to accommodate their chest muscles.  Much to the delight of the
audience, she would make her pecs dance; first the right, then the left, then both together. 
She would watch her muscles while they bounced, and then flash the audience an "aren't
you impressed?" grin.
   "Quarter-turn to the right!" came the instruction.  The women did so.  Aisha
wasted no time in trying to find an advantage; she raised a bare foot into the air and
squeezed an inch of flexed hamstring from behind her thigh.  Song tensed her obliques. 
Jennifer and Danielle thrust their arms to their sides as hard as they could, emphasizing
their respective best features. 
   "Quarter-turn to the right!"  The crowd gasped audibly as Gabriela's back came
into view.  It was even more shocking than the rumors that had been circulating.  Her
traps swelled, tongues of muscle that seemed to want to give her earlobes a seductive
flick.  Her lats shielded her teres muscles from view like an old-fashioned dressing
screen, and minor and major peeked out over the top and fought for the most attention. 
Gabriela arched her shoulders and then slowly spread her wings, eliciting more gasps and
awe-filled expressions from the audience. 
   "Number three, feet together please."  Not to be outdone, Saraya was trying her
best to comply with the request, but her calves simply would not allow it.  "Feet together
please," repeated the voice, and Saraya struck one heel against the other several times to
show that placing her feet together was impossible.  A professionally dressed woman
hurried to the announcer's booth and whispered in his ear; soon after, the voice said, "I'm
sorry, please do the best you can."  Saraya rose slowly up and down on her tiptoes to
magnify the objects of the confusion, and her diamond-shaped cows stole a large portion
of the crowd's attention from Gabriela's quarry.
   "Quarter-turn to the right!"  The scene was much the same as before.  Jennifer's
right triceps was repulsive in its immensity; the tiny woman looked as though she would
fall backwards, so imbalanced was her mass distribution from front to back.
   "Face front please!"  Once again the women snapped to attention, ready to begin
the battle.  "Front double biceps!"  The ladies had various methods of slowly bringing
their arms to a climactic flex, but of course none was more entertaining than Jennifer's. 
First, she flexed her right biceps, and immediately the grooved heart-shaped knot jumped
to the occasion.  She used her left hand to display her arm like a model from "The Price is
Right," and shot the audience a look that clearly said, "Tell me what you think."  The
audience responded accordingly.  She repeated the process with her left biceps, with the
same result.  She then blasted into the double biceps pose with her trademark animated
grin, and rightfully received twice the applause. 
   "Side chest!"  The girls relaxed their arms and turned to their sides, pulled in their
elbows and thrust their pecs forward.  The sides of Saraya's calves, with their sliced
serrations, were no doubt gorgeous, but in this pose no one could hope to compete with
Danielle.  And, no one could anticipate the display she was about to put on.  She started
with the standard pose, 43 inches of power in all their glory that strained her top to the
limit.  Then, she reached behind her head and slightly loosened the knot that tied up her
bikini top, lengthening the strings between her neck and the nipple coverings.  She
secured the string at that length, and flexed again.  Once again, her muscles stretched the
string to the breaking point.  She loosened the knot, lengthened the strings, resecured it,
and maxed out the fabric again.  She did this five times, until the knot hung on by the
barest of margins!  And still, she was able to use her chest to bring the string fully taut. 
The crowd heartily cheered her efforts, and her five muscle-laden competitors bravely
held their own side chest poses (all very impressive in their own right), knowing that they
were witnessing something special and wanting to provide the proper muscle background
for the scene.  This contest was fiercely competitive, to be sure, but the respect and
esteem each of the women held for each other was unmatched. 
   "Back double biceps!"  The audience sat forward in anticipation.  Everyone had
seen Gabriela's sheer canyon before, but not fully flexed.  Slowly and sensually, Gabriela
extended her arms high above her head, pulled her elbows down as far as they would go,
and eased into her back pose.  The audience gasped again, louder this time.  The judges
tried to regain their composure; one of them turned away, visibly shaken by the almost
disgusting degree of development the Chilean woman was exhibiting.  Heads of muscle
had emerged from every corner of the expansive surface, like a field of prairie dogs. 
Veiny rivers ran between the hard, distinct mounds of flesh.  The other women were
trying their best to keep up.  Aisha had once again drawn attention to her luscious,
chocolate hamstring muscles, holding her back pose while standing on one foot.  A
hurricane could have blown through the auditorium and she would not have wavered, her
balance was so impeccable.  Song had taken to performing an upright row motion, and
had worked up a healthy pump by the time the announcer gave the command to relax. 
Saraya could still rely on her enormous calves, and the toe raises she was now engaging
in did not disappoint.
   "Side triceps!"  The ladies gracefully turned to their sides and extended their
elbows.  Jennifer was once again the easy winner in this pose, but at this level, all of the
women possessed absolutely magnificent arms.  Danielle displayed some of the best
definition of all the women, the venomous fang of the lateral head of her triceps almost
reaching her elbow.  Saraya had developed lovely striations in her triceps, and she rotated
her shoulder forward so as to give the judges the best possible look at them.
   "Could I have number one and number five move to the center of the stage,
please?" came the voice.  The crowd cheered; they knew that the judges wanted a head-
to-head clash between Aisha's quads and Song's abs.  "Abdominals and thighs!"  The
outer four girls placed their hands behind their heads and planted their heels on the floor,
toes in the air.  They crunched into their pose and looked at Song and Aisha, like a
picture frame waiting to be filled.  Song smiled and began her routine.  She flexed her left
obliques, and immediately a confused mass of muscle appeared that resembled a cross
stitch project gone awry.  When she felt she had reached sufficient shock value from that
side, she turned to the other side to flex her right obliques, which were just as beautiful. 
She placed her left hand behind her head and flexed her right arm in front of her for
maximum effect.  She then faced forward, and tensed her incredibly defined quads (when
you want to feature your abs, you had better dry yourself up as much as possible, and the
rest of Song's body benefited from her dehydrated state).  She put her left hand behind
her head and held up her breasts with her right forearm.  She put her heel to the floor and
slowly crunched forward.  Her abs came into view, block by block, brick by brick.  It was
amazing how cute she managed to look throughout this gladiatorial display, and the
cutest thing about her was that, while she held the pose, she wiggled her upturned toes. 
The audience broke into thunderous applause.
   But Aisha was determined to outshine her Korean competitor.  She gave Song an
appreciative clap of the hands, and then settled into her own routine.  She put the toes of
her right foot on the floor and began to shake her right quads.  She waved her hand over
the muscles while they quaked back and forth across her femur, smiling at her
development and at the crowd's appreciative "Oooh!"  She changed to the left side, and
began to shake again.  Every so often, she would stop and lock her knee, and watch the
striations appear, crisscrossing her quads like a garden trellis.  She flexed her abs – each
row of Aisha's granite 8-pack overlapping the one below it, like roof shingles.  Then, she
chose her left thigh (because it was closer to Song) to complete the pose, and rotated it
slowly back and forth at the hip.  Her coating of oil gave the movement a disco-ball
effect.  A roar went up from the audience.  Hopefully, the judges had an idea of who won
that pose, because if the audience had to chose, they would be mystified.
   "Please relax"  said the voice, and the ladies resumed their semi-relaxed stance. 
Each one began the small subtle flexing they had engaged in before, anticipating the next
two minutes that would decide the winner.  They breathed heavily, the rise and fall of
their ribcages accentuated by the glistening oil.  Their arms dangled away from their
torsos, ready for battle.  They tried to grip the stage floor with their toes; they held their
pretty smiles bravely.  It was time.  "Music please....OK ladies, pose down!"

TO BE CONTINUED 

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Women's World Bodybuilding Championship, Part 2
By stra1742
Six continental champions pose down to determine the most muscular woman in the world.

Note: This story is the second part of this series.  Part 1
is dated 27/May/04.

Instantly the stage sprang into action, and suddenly muscle
was moving everywhere.  Jennifer practically sprinted to the
front of the stage and immediately hit a double biceps pose;
her arms shook violently with the force of the pose.  Aisha
and Song, already matched together from the compulsories,
planted their toes next to each other and started a quad
shakeoff.  Striations, muscles, sweat, and posing oil were
everywhere.  Neither wanted to back down, but soon they had
no choice.  Gabriela came up behind them and parted their
two bodies like stage curtains.  She stepped through, rose
up on her toes, and made a front lat spread that actually
hid the faces of the two competitors behind her.  It seemed
like the muscle would never stop expanding when she flexed.
But not to be outdone, Danielle stepped in front of
Gabriela, turned to the side, and extended her arms in front
of her to balloon out her chest.  Her bikini top was at the
breaking point, the outer rim of her nipple just visible
behind the border of the fabric.  She raised her foot into
the air and pointed her toes, squeezing out a grapefruit-
sized hamstring.  But then, Saraya ran out in front of all
of them, turned her back to the audience, and snapped into a
back double biceps, her left foot behind her showing off her
monstrous cow.  The veins in her glutes curled into shape.
The crowd was awestruck.
     As the girls continued to try to outflex each other, as
the sweat began to drip into muscle crevices, as posing
suits became more and more revealing with each pump of
muscle, it became apparent that these women were really
starting to take notice of the amazing degree of development
of their peers.  What had been building since that morning,
that air that had started to creep into the room since Aisha
took off her robe to weigh in with everyone else watching,
open-mouthed, the chemical that had been infiltrating since
Jennifer had helped Song oil her glutes; that essence could
not contain itself any longer.  It started to leak out onto
the stage, and the way it leaked out was simple: the girls
began helping each other.  Each of them hungrily wanted a
piece of the other's muscularity for their own, and they
wanted all the more to share it with the other bodybuilders
and each and every one of the audience members.
     As Aisha stepped onto the lower stage to flash her
monster quads once again, she was quickly joined by
Danielle.  While Aisha shook her thighs, Danielle waved her
hand over the flapping slabs of muscle, drawing attention to
the sheer amount of size that moved on top of her femur.
When Aisha would stop the shaking and lock her knee,
bringing every creepy, crawly head of muscle into the light,
Danielle would run her hand back and forth over the length
of her thigh, displaying it to the audience.  Danielle then
stood up fully into a front double biceps pose, pumping her
arms up and down, turning her wrists in and out.  Aisha
slowly, sensually, came up behind her and ran her hands over
Danielle's shoulders, biceps, forearms.  She put her hands
under Danielle's elbows, as if the weight of muscle hanging
from her arms was too much even for her to support, and she
had to have help.  Then, what everyone knew was coming
happened: Aisha gently kissed Danielle's upturned peaky
right biceps.  The stage lights and her makeup hid her
blushing, but Danielle tightened her glutes and curled her
toes a little harder when Aisha did that.
     A little farther to the left of the main stage,
Gabriela and Song stood chest to chest, matching side
triceps poses.  Each could feel the heat of the other's body
radiating onto their bronzed skin.  Soon Gabriela extended
her right arm straight out in front of her, and Song her
left.  Like miniature, meaty arm-quads, they shook their
arms, muscle flapping violently back and forth, every so
often snapping their elbows into a lock and exposing every
fiber of muscle they could.  For what seemed like eternity
they matched each other, shake for shake, lock for lock.  As
impossible as it seemed, they achieved an even greater pump,
and when Gabriela struck a classic side triceps pose again,
the size and shape of the muscle was, quite honestly,
unreasonable.  When she saw this, Song covered her mouth in
surprise, and then ran a finger across the pointy triceps
muscle of Gabriela.  Song turned her head to the audience as
if to say, "Do you believe this?"  But then, she wanted to
play too, and while facing sideways, she put a hand behind
her head, raised her breast with her other hand, and
squeezed her serratus into view.  Not unlike a Korean hand
fan, jagged edges of muscle appeared with what could only be
described as medical definition.  Turning the other
direction, with her back to Gabriela, she put her hand
behind her head and began to bring the other one out.  But
Gabriela broke her triceps pose, came up behind her, and
actually lifted Song's breast for her to give full exposure
of the muscle.  Song hadn't been expecting this, but she
liked it, and she gave a quick turn of the head to Gabriela
and flashed a beautiful smile.  Then, she turned, smiling,
back to the audience, who oohed and aahed with pleasure and
amazement.
     At that moment, little Jennifer, who had been giving
her own abs some face time at the opposite end of the stage,
jogged on tiptoes over to Gabriela and Song.  Taking them
both by the hand, she led them down to the lower stage and
in front of Aisha and Danielle.  She stood with her legs
wide apart and her feet pointed sideways.  She half-squatted
so her knees made a right angle.  She then produced yet
another eye-popping double biceps flex, but then, she turned
her wrists so that her palms were facing upward.  She then
called to Gabriela and Song, and instantly, they knew what
she wanted them to do.  As if the audience had not seen
enough legendary bodybuilding already that night, more was
in store.  Gabriela sat down on Jennifer's right hand, and
song sat down on her left hand.  Their feet dangled off the
stage floor.  It was incredible, but Jennifer was holding
both women off the floor.  Song had weighed in at 184
pounds; Gabriela had tipped the scales at 199, which was ten
pounds more than her continental qualifying contest weight,
and it was clear that most of the extra weight was lat
muscle.  The audience members each tried to comprehend what
they were seeing: Jennifer was isometrically supporting two
women, both of whom outweighed her by at least 30 pounds,
and she was doing it with one of them in each hand.  But
there was more to come.  Not effortlessly, but easier than
it should have been, Jennifer raised herself up to her full
height.  She continued to hold the two women in the double
biceps pose position.  She then turned and carried them up
to the main stage.  Facing away from the audience, her back
was a rocky cliff.  And then, indescribably, she began to do
calf raises.  Never once did she extend her elbows, never
once did Gabriela or Song feel unsteady.  Over and over
again, she went up and down on her toes, whose diamond cut
edges became more and more visible with each pump.  No one
who was there that night knows how many of these she did,
but when she was finished, it was clear even from the back
of the auditorium that she had added a pump of mass to her
calves, a 283-pound pump.  When she gently put the two women
down, an elated, exhilarating feeling coursed through her,
because she knew that she had done something historic.  She
flexed first her left calf, then her right, the adrenaline
causing her to flex to the point of cramping.  Then, she
turned back around and struck her most impressive double
biceps pose yet, which brought the audience to their feet.
Gabriela kissed Jennifer's right biceps, Song her left, and
then both women kissed her on the cheek at the same time.
Into her right ear, in only slightly broken English,
Gabriela whispered, "You're so pretty."
     And where was Saraya throughout all of this?  During
the posedown she had been matching body parts with each of
the competitors individually at various times, but when
Gabriela and Song started to do battle with their triceps,
she had found herself mostly alone.  Her vascularity had
been showing itself more and more throughout the night, and
by now, it was at its peak.  She had been watching the
interplay between Aisha and Danielle, between Gabriela and
Song, and she was getting more and more turned on.  The
sexual fog that had been hovering throughout the day was
completely out in the open now.  As she got more and more
turned on, she flexed harder and harder, and her veins
emerged crisper and crisper.  When Gabriela "helped" Song
with her abs pose, Saraya knew then that she may very well
have an orgasm on stage in front of the entire audience.
And then, when Jennifer finally lowered Gabriela and Song to
the floor and hit her biceps pose, Saraya lost control.  She
let out a primal moan and collapsed into a beautifully
revolting most muscular pose.  At the height of the pose, a
gush of fluid soaked her bikini bottom, which of course was
visible to everyone.  The crowd had been standing after
Jennifer's exhibition, and now they roared with excitement.
     "OK ladies, step back please, while the judges make
their final decision."
     The women returned to the main stage and congratulated
each other with hugs and kisses.  They lined up again and
assumed their semi-relaxed positions.  Silence came over the
whole place.  Six mounds of muscle stood at the ready.
     Aisha softly ran her hands over the veins in her quads.
     Gabriela touched her left pec and felt the nipple
straining through.  She put the tip of her finger in her
mouth.
     Jennifer casually traced the split of her right biceps
peak with her finger.
     Song caressed her abs with a finger.  She briefly let
her finger wander under her bikini bottoms.
     Danielle did a front lat spread.  The right side of her
bikini top came away, showing her nipple.  She didn't fix
it.
     Liquid dripped, dripped, dripped from between Saraya's
thighs.  She was smiling now.

The question was, who could possibly be the winner?

TO BE CONTINUED.

[Sheep]

Wow, I love it real turn on. Would love to go to see a competition like that. I would really enjoy it...

[UnholyDk1103]

Great Story

Is there a third part?

[Wookey]

Amazing.  Only wished I could have been there......

[Strongwood]

Great Story

Is there a third part?

I have been unable to find the third part, if there is one. Based upon the length it has been since Part 1 and Part 2 I doubt that they are available

[0scott]

There is only one little typo I found in pt.2
199+184=383
So Jennifer is doing a muscle girls holding calves raise with 383 lbs. On her back instead of 283lbs.