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A Bodybuilder's Tale

Infinite Sunrise



A Bodybuilder's Tale
by GDF-8

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DISCLAIMER: the following story contains depictions of cartoonishly muscular women. We're talking Annie Ample/Scoundrel-sized girls. So if the thought of anatomically impossible muscularity is not your thing, feel free to skip this one. My work draws inspiration from several great authors, including Mr. Shhh, up2nogd1, and Jeremy Wilson. Also, this is my first time writing a story of this nature, so I appreciate any and all constructive criticism. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1 – "Accepted"

Standing in front of the mirror, she gazed upon her own naked reflection with pride. Luscious waves of thick brown hair flowed smoothly around her gorgeous face. With high cheekbones, full lips, and a sun-kissed complexion, she was the scientific definition of beauty. But as her big green eyes admired the reflection, it was clear that her stunning facial features were betrayed by the frightening muscularity and conditioning of the rest of her body. At 5' 11" and 540 lbs., Michelle Williams had spent eight years and countless hours in the gym sculpting herself into the Greek goddess she is today. Now, as a high-school senior, the 18-year-old was easily the biggest girl on campus. A recent three-hour workout only added icing to this beefcake.

Anxious to see her gains, Michelle put on a little show for herself. Beginning with a double biceps pose, her twin peaks rose high, nearly overtaking her own head. The massive piles of shredded muscle overflowed her giant delts, threatening to sandwich her pretty face. Unsatisfied, she milked the flex a few more times, forcing them even higher. Massive veins flowed up and down her arms like rivers. Next up, she crossed her arms behind her head and arched her back forward. Huge bricks of cobblestone exploded out from her midsection. Each member of her 10-pack was separated by crevices that must have been at least two inches deep. Then, she put her right leg forward, shook her thigh, and flexed. Her quads and hamstrings exploded into life, doubling in size. The striations and cuts of her tree trunk thigh were deep and clear. The many veins that fed these hydraulic presses pulsed with power. Even her calves were monstrous. Heart-shaped, and every bit as vascular as her thighs, they were easily visible from the front. A single glance at this incredible sight could have made any man lose himself, and even she was beginning to feel a bit excited.
   
Still, she saved the best for last. Though a select few of her classmates could have put up a challenge in other departments, she was beyond a shadow of a doubt the bustiest girl at school. But she didn't earn this title by having large breasts (at least, not in a technical sense). Rather, she sported a pair of over-developed pecs that formed shredded globes of striated, hyper-vascular skeletal muscle. With her arms at her hips, Michelle began to flex her muscle-tits. The already basketball-sized pecs began expanding at an alarming rate, with each flex injecting more and more mass. Soon, they were the size of beach balls, producing cleavage nearly a foot-and-a-half deep. But Michelle knew she could get even bigger.

After wiping away the sweat from her forehead, she put every last bit of effort she had left over from her workout and poured it directly into her chest. Flex after flex, her pecs expanded, engorged by a hideous number of hotdog-sized veins. Her fat, thumb-sized nipples were rock solid. By now, it was becoming difficult for her to even see over her own chest. "This is it," she thought. "I'm going to break some records today!" And with that, she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth for one final push.
   
All of a sudden, her bedroom door burst open.

"CONGRATUL- Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! D-did I interrupt you?" It was her mom, Sharon. This wasn't the first time she had accidentally walked in on one of her daughter's posing sessions. But they never bothered her. Rather she understood. Sharon was once a pro bodybuilder herself. In fact, she was a two-time runner-up in the country's premier bodybuilding contest: the Ms. America! She retired from the sport shortly after giving birth to Michelle, and ever since, she has been spending all of her time raising and supporting her only child. But even after all these years, she still rivals her own, much younger daughter in terms of size. And for a woman well over twice her age, she surely did not show it. After all, it was from this beautiful brunette that Michelle got her good looks.

Though embarrassed by the intrusion, Michelle quickly collected herself. "It's okay mom, just doing some post-workout flexing. What's up?"

With an excited look, she yelled, "You got in, honey! To the College!"

Michelle's face turned from embarrassment to ecstatic schoolgirl in half a second. "Yes! Yes! YES!" she screamed as she bounced up and down, shaking the entire room in the process. "The College" was short for the National College of Bodybuilding, and it was widely recognized as the nation's most prestigious bodybuilding institution. And with good reason too. More Ms. Americas have graduated from NCB than from any other school in the country.

"I can't believe this, mom! I mean, it was a longshot, but...wow!" She rushed over to her equally elated mother and gave her a hug.

"I know! But you definitely deserve it. I mean, look at you!" Her mom examined her daughter's hulking body from head to toe, smiling with amazement. "I'm so proud of you. I always knew you'd be Ms. America some day!"

"Please, getting accepted is AMAZING! But...getting to the top of the top is something else." As she spoke, she turned her head towards her wall poster dedicated to the reigning champ, Amy Monroe. Amy was performing a mind-shattering full-body flex. The sheer size of her muscles should have been anatomically impossible. Her biceps towered over her head; each was several times the size of Michelle's own. Simultaneously, her head was completely engulfed by an overwhelming combination of pecs and traps. Her legs were nothing to scoff at either. If Michelle's thighs were saplings, Amy's were redwoods. Of course, nothing less should be expected from the two-time Ms. America. Many pundits were already calling her the greatest bodybuilding talent to ever hit the stage. Amy was her inspiration, and in more ways than one.

"We need to make some calls!" Her mother almost seemed like the more excited of the two.

"Wait mom, I'm super pumped," she said as she checked herself out in the mirror. "Would you mind measuring me? I think I'm going to break some records today!"

"Sure, I'd love to!" Sharon pulled out a measuring tape from the drawer, and waited for her daughter's first move.

Michelle began by producing a prodigious, harder-than-steel bicep. Her mom wrapped the tape around towering mass of muscle and exclaimed, "59 inches!"

"Wait, give me a sec." Michelle flexed her right arm with a little more gusto this time, and she was rewarded her effort.

"60!"

"Yes! I've finally broken the big six-oh!"

Her mom then moved the tape over the rippling sea of abs. "Waist is 38 inches. You're just getting bigger and bigger! Let's do your thighs next."

Michelle's tree trunks exploded with muscle and veins; the quadriceps, the abductors and hamstrings, every muscle group perfectly defined and brimming with power.

"64 inches!"

"Damn, I'm good! That's like four inches since the start of the school year!"

Next were her calves. Though they were never her best body part, they were still larger than the thighs of most male bodybuilders. And more importantly, they were enough to please the judges at local competitions. Michelle stood on her tippy-toes and her calves swelled into large masses of premium, grade-A girl beef.

"36 inches, hon!"

"Oh, do my back too!" She quickly went into a rear lat-spread and flexed every muscle she could think of. Her back came alive as every individual muscle came to prominence. The multitude of veins and separations produced what looked like a roadmap of physical perfection. Her epic lats gave her a wingspan well over three feet across.

"Gosh, you are an albatross! 85" on the lats! Now I think it's time for your favorite part." Sharon's voice had a hint of sultry anticipation as she slipped the tape around Michelle's chest, just underneath the hard nipples that stood proudly upon those gargantuan pecs. Michelle gave her mom a triumphant smile, and proceeded to grow her already over-inflated muscle-tits. She was still pumped from the flex session that took place before she was interrupted, so it didn't take long for them to reach their peak.

"118 inches! Keep going!"

Once again, beach ball sized pecs hung over her cobblestone midsection, threatening to rob her eyes of her own reflection. But Michelle didn't need a mirror to tell her that she was the prettiest and most muscular of them all. She mustered the remainder of her strength, and gave her pecs one last push. Sharon's mouth went dry as she watched her daughter's chest burst with flesh and veins.

"One...125!"

Michelle breathed heavily, her massive chest rising and falling. Her three inch nipples were erect from exertion and arousal. Now, her pectorals alone had as much muscle as a heavyweight male bodybuilder's entire body. She smiled to herself, ecstatic over her achievements. "Three inches in just a few months...," she thought.
   
Her mother beamed with pride. "Oh my gosh. You. Are. Incredible! We need to celebrate. For your acceptance, for your new records!"

"What should we do?"

"I've got just the idea... What do you think about a cruise?"
   
Michelle's face lit up. "That's a great idea, mom! Can I bring my friends too? Oh, and Dan! I need to tell Dan!"

"Friends? Sure! Dan, NO."

Daniel and Michelle met each other when they were just kids. They grew up and went to school together. Now, they've been in a steady relationship for the last two years. The two were madly in love (or at least as much "love" as a pair of brash teens could be in, anyway). He was a caring gentleman with a true romantic soul, and he always treated her right. Though, it's hard not to when your girlfriend is a sexy muscle goddess that could crush any man in an instant. On the other hand, Dan was quiet the catch himself: tall, smart, athletic and handsome, there was a reason why her mom said "no."

"Please, please, pleeeeease? I deserve this! Plus, you're gonna be on the boat too. It's not like we can do anything with you there anyway."

"Excuse me?! And what exactly have you two been 'doing' when I'm not around?"

"Mom! You know what I mean!"

"...fine," she relented. "I guess if I could raise you by myself for 18 years, I can keep you two in check for a few days."

"Yes! Thank you so much mom! He's going to be so happy!" In a rush, Michelle grabbed her baggiest shirt, but struggled to fit her still pumped biceps through the sleeves. Eventually, she succeeded. But as she tried to bring the shirt down to her waist, the familiar sound of tearing fabric could be heard. Already strained by her overdeveloped mammaries, her erect nipples cut through the shirt like hot knives through butter.

Her mom chuckled, "we're going to have to get you some bigger clothes, aren't we?"

"Ha-ha, mom," she responded dryly, as she carefully put on a more elastic tank top and a pair of short shorts. "Oh wait, I have to get a picture of that letter!"

"Alright honey, I'll go get us some reservations for somewhere nice!"

After her mom left the room, she carefully aligned her smartphone's camera with the golden ticket. Excited to let the world know, she uploaded the picture to WebSnap with the caption "ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE TOP!!!" Within seconds, dozens of her 325k followers "liked" the pic. As the post continued to generate hype, she scrolled through some of her recent posts: there was a mix of candid and workout shots, sexy photoshoot pics, and promotional photos of workout supplements. Each one had thousands of likes and hundreds of comments: "I love you!" "Shit, your biceps are HUGE!" "Please be my waifu!" She, and probably every other bodybuilder in the world, loved getting showered with this kind of adoration. At times, it could be as driving as seeing her own body progress to greater heights. Each semi-anonymous sentiment of positivity fed her young ego like protein fed her muscles.

After scrolling through a few more photos, she was satisfied and closed the browser. As the gravity of it all started to sink in, she took another look at the letter. A quick glance could tell you it was a message of great importance. The paper was thick, yet pliable. The coloring was an off-white, almost like egg shell. The Romalian type gave the words an almost cold, strictly-business feel. But she understood what they meant. Being accepted was confirmation that she was indeed one of the nation's top bodybuilding prospects. After all, NCB wasn't just some school. It was an institution, the greatest of them all. It was the real deal, and one day her name would be immortal within its halls.

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Still giddy from the good news, Sharon rushed into the master bedroom and picked up her cell. Hurriedly, she dialed the number for her daughter's favorite restaurant, Dorsia, to see if she could still snag a couple of seats for tonight.

"Hi, yes I'd like to make a reservation for two at seven?"

The receptionist on the other end responded, "Two at seven... Yes we have seats. May I have your name please?"

"Sharon."

"Excellent, see you tonight."

"Great, thanks!"

Perfect. A lovely dinner to treat her deserving daughter. She sighed, slowly beginning to understand just how surreal this was. All those years ago, she gave up her greatest dreams and ambitions in order to have a child. And now, that child was well on her way to becoming a professional bodybuilder herself. Feeling nostalgic, she reached for an album tucked away on her bookshelf. It contained a collage of old photos from the time when she was once a Ms. America contender.

"God, I was big back then," she whispered, reminiscing of the days in which a mere flex could send any man to the moon and back. While she certainly was no Amy Monroe, at her peak she could have held her own against the top competitors of today. Unfortunately, she never got the credit she deserved. Two years of being runner-up was both an incredible accomplishment, and a painful blow. As great as it was to win all of that prize money, and to be ranked that highly against classes of inscrutable talent, the fact of the matter was she lost. Twice. Even now, she couldn't help but wish to have at least won it once, both for pride and recognition. She wanted to have the honor of saying she was once the best of the best. But now, that pressure was on Michelle. She would have to carry the burden that all pros carry: that insatiable urge to win. To be bigger and stronger than the competition. To climb that summit and hope one day to be alone at the top.

As she continued to sift through the photos, something fell into her lap. It was a small scrap of paper with the letter "R" and a phone number written on it. She smiled for a brief moment and tucked the scrap back into the album. Musing for a few seconds, she let out an almost disappointed sigh and shook her head. She picked up her phone, and dialed.

After a few rings, someone picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey."

"...Sharon?"

"Who else would it be?"

"I-uh...I don't know. I didn't think I'd hear from you ever again."

"I guess...I've missed you."

"Yeah, I've missed you too."

"Listen, are you free during spring break?"

[GDF-8]

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[Jeremy Lightning]

Hey great start to hopefully a very long series, I enjoyed it a great deal, and I really appreciate the shoutout, it's always great to be mentioned in the same sentence as two of my all-time favorite muscle growth authors, two guys who inspired me, and to know that I inspired other authors, that's pretty great. I can't wait to see more! k+!

[ericf989]

Great stuff!  Please keep going!   

[Online1138]

Awesome work, you've got genuine talent! I hope you continue this story for a good long while!

[horst11]

Great start, hope to see more soon... 

[snowman7]

Great start!  I love the beyond big muscles and the fact that she should only grow bigger.

I look forward to more!

[evreiter]

cool story  , more muscle!

[GDF-8]

Thanks for all of your feedback! I'm glad to see you guys are enjoying the story so far. The next few chapters are already well underway. I'll upload the next one as soon as it is ready!

[NinjaStar]

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Heere folwen the wordes betwene the Damisele moste brauni and hir onse equalli musculous Modder

I was thinking this was going to be a sorely needed addition to The Canterbury Tales, but I guess not. Either way, I like what's written so far. Great dialog, great exposition so far. This will be a fun read, methinks.

[mrshhh]

I loved it!  What a great world you've created.  Looking forward to the next chapter!

[GDF-8]

Chapter 2: "Vacation, Part 1"

Michelle and her mom pulled up to the port parking lot. They had both decided that the only appropriate way to celebrate her recent accomplishments was by enjoying a spring break cruise to the Bahamas. She even invited several of her besties, as well as her boyfriend, Daniel, to join in on the four day adventure. The only catch was this: her mom would play the part of chaperone.
   
"Mom, I love you and all, but please don't embarrass me on this trip, okay?"

"My only job is to make sure you don't embarrass yourself."

"And when have I ever I done that?"

"Oh?" she responded with a smug look. "Well, remember when you were in middle school, and the teacher had to-"

"Fine, besides that time."

"And what about when we went to the fair with your uncle and you-"

"Okay, okay! You win... I promise I'll behave."

After grabbing their luggage from the trunk, mother and daughter left to meet their travel companions. All of Michelle's friends were already waiting by the entrance. Each one of them was either a long-time classmate or neighbor, and they were among the select few people in her life she could honestly call true friends. She knew she could always count on them in a pinch, and they in turn could expect the same from her.

She ran over to the group, exchanging hugs and receiving "congratulations" from her friends, as well as an on-the-lips kiss from Dan. Her mom was quick to break that up. Not long later, the would-be passengers headed up the ramp, and set sail for what should be a memorable vacation.

But the festivities could not begin just yet. The first order of business was to see where they would be rooming. Michelle's mom had booked them an impressive, two-bed suite, fully equipped with a flat-screen entertainment center and minibar.

"Holy sh—oot, mom! This room is nicer than our house!" Michelle exclaimed, astonished by the luxurious setup.

"And one day, you'll be able to afford a house nicer than this room. Like I said, you've earned this."

"Gosh I hope so. The bed at home is getting a little too small for me!"

After getting settled in and unpacked, Michelle deftly grabbed a teeny-weeny baby-blue bikini that pushed the limits of decency from her suitcase and dashed to the bathroom to change. She then threw on top a loose fitting t-shirt and shorts in order to conceal her dress code violation.

"Alright mom, I'm gonna go see what everyone's up to!" Michelle bolted out of the room in order avoid any possibility of being chastised for the outfit.

"Don't forget to..." her mom turned around only to find an empty room and a wide-open door. "Aaand, she's gone..."

Going door-to-door, Michelle herded her companions. It was time to get this show on the road.

Even before boarding, it was easy to see that the state-of-the-art cruise liner was, simply put, massive. Everything about it was 21st century, promising to be bigger and badder than its predecessors. It was stacked to the brim with activities, restaurants, and shopping; a floating city in every sense. Hell, it even had its own indoor mall.

As the teens explored some of the amenities that the ship had to offer, one of them whispered "looks like I found where we'll be for the next couple hours," and pointed to a set of neon signs that read "21+ ONLY". It appeared to be an indoor bar/nightclub. With a line of passengers consisting of collegiate and midlife crisis types parked outside, it was a little puzzling that people were already trying to get wasted in the dark at 4:30 p.m. Nonetheless, it was exactly the sort of place a group of know-nothing teens could let loose.

Michelle took out her fake ID and replied, "Then it's a good thing we brought these."

The group made their way over to the entrance. One by one, they flashed their IDs to the bouncer, who was more concerned with checking out Michelle's ripped ass than scrutinizing the watermarks. As they passed security, the high-schoolers were greeted by the sound of European house music and the smell of mixed drinks. Though the club looked a lot bigger on the inside, it was still nearly crowded to capacity. At the center of it all was a sizeable stage where a DJ was busy cranking out the tunes.

Dan shouted over the deafening bass, "Let's get some DRINKS," before taking Michelle's hand and leading her towards the bar. As everyone put in their orders, the DJ made an announcement.

"Alright everyone, I'd like to thank all of you for making it out here today. I know you're all busy trying to make this a cruise to remember...or not. So without further ado, let's kick off this party with a BIKINI CONTEST!"

The crowd went wild. The DJ continued, "That's right, any of you sexy ladies out in the crowd can participate. Just come around behind the stage and we can get you all set up."

Hearing this, everyone in Michelle's entourage stared directly at her. Although a couple of girls in the group had their own respectable assets to flaunt, none held a candle to Michelle. She probably had more muscle in her own young body than the rest of her friends combined! Her sensational physique had been more than enough to sweep just about every high school bodybuilding competition she had ever entered. In theory, this should be even easier: a contest against a presumably unprepared and untrained general populace.

The group continued to stare for several seconds. Finally, Michelle noticed their silence and looked up from her drink with a quizzical face. "What? Why are you guys all looking at me?"

In an instant, all of her friends bombarded her with peer pressure: "Michelle, this is all you!" "Yeah, Michelle go up there and show 'em that bangin' body!" All, except one.

"I don't know about this..." Dan was unsure how to feel about having his girlfriend up there in front of a lecherous crowd like that. While he was aware that he was quite a prize himself, the fact of the matter was, Michelle could have any guy she wanted at any time. It was a simple truth that made him work hard at being the best boyfriend possible. He also had immense trust in Michelle, knowing that she wasn't that kind of girl to begin with. But that didn't change the fact that, in the past two years, he had to tell several people to back off. So despite his confident exterior, he really does worry that someday, she will leave for greener pastures.

Still, her friends were persistent. "Oh c'mon, don't keep her all to yourself!" "Yeah, she needs to spread her wings like a totally jacked butterfly!"

Michelle thought it over for a few seconds. "My mom would kill me if she ever found out."

"But...?" the crowd, sans Dan, asked in unison.

Looking at the ladies making their way backstage, Michelle could not identify a single woman who could challenge her. This might be the perfect opportunity to show off her recent gains. Plus, her mom didn't even know where she was, right?

"Buuut...I may as well get in some more practice before competition season starts!" She turned to Dan, "Babe, you'll support me, right?" Michelle put on that sexy pouty face that he knew all too well. Her eyes melted his heart, and her muscles, well...they did something else.

*sigh* "Well...I guess it couldn't hurt. I'll do my best to keep those thirsty guys off of you."

Michelle smiled, "I won't let you down!" She gave him a peck on the cheek, stripped off her shirt and shorts, revealing a rippling ocean of musculature underneath, before wading through the crowd and heading towards the stage.

"You are so whipped," her friends teased.

"I know...," Dan stared at Michelle's near-naked Olympian body as it slowly disappeared behind the sea of people. "But it's totally worth it."

Michelle got in line with the rest of the girls, and it looked as though she would be the last one. "Not bad," she thought, checking out the backsides of the dozen or so women that stood in front of her. There was a mixed bag here: some were busty, some had great butts, and most were in their mid-twenties. But despite her youth, it seemed that she was by far the most muscular of the contestants. That gave her a big confidence boost.

One of the workers led the sexy conga line towards stage left, and they were each given a number to pin to their bikinis. Then, one by one, the DJ called them up to show the crowd a good time.

"Alright ladies, it's showtime! Let's get things started. May we have our first contestant please?"

Number 1 was greeted by the sound of wolf-whistles and the unintelligible cries of male approval. She was young, probably a college student, and a pretty one at that. Though she didn't sport the body of someone who competed, she definitely kept in shape. She was clothed in a black bikini that was appropriately small for this kind of activity; it hugged her lithe frame and showed off the goods. The rippling muscles of her midsection helped accentuate a pair of endlessly-long legs. She stood proudly, with her chest puffed out, revealing pecs that could have put any male bodybuilder to total shame. She flaunted her womanly figure with a few sexy poses and turns, and the crowd responded with cheers as she left the stage.

One by one, the contestants made their way onto and off the stage, each as big and beautiful as the last. But none stood a ghost of a chance against the soon-to-be college student. A simple size-up could have told you that with little doubt. If only those other women knew this competition was a wash; a complete waste of time for anybody but this aspiring young bodybuilder. Had they seen her before this began, their faces would have had looks of shock, defeat, and perhaps even arousal. Understanding the futility of this contest, Michelle smiled arrogantly as if to reaffirm her superiority.

But this was a façade. As her call approached she started to get anxious. Obviously, she had been on stage before; she frequented local teen bodybuilding competitions and had won over many crowds with her unbeatable blend of hyper-conditioned muscle mass and model-esque looks. But this wasn't the same. This had less objectivity, and a lot more sex appeal. The crowd wasn't full of supportive friends and family. Instead, they were ogling and rowdy strangers. Maybe she made a mistake.

"Relax," she told herself. "None of these girls can compete with me. I just have get out there, and be confident! Gosh, I've done this a million times, why am I so nervous?" Suddenly, her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps from behind. But before she could turn her head, the screech of microphone feedback sliced through the air.

"Sorry about that! We're almost done here folks, and boy is this contest a close one. Number 14, please step up!"

She took a deep breath, climbed up the steps, pushed past the curtains, and made her way onstage. Instantly, she was hit with a face-full of blinding spotlights and an earful of overplayed club music and screams, cheers, and whistles from the crowd. They were already going crazy for her, and she hadn't even started.

Despite the temporary sensory overload, her eight years of training kicked in, and she did the only thing she knew how to: flex. Michelle recalled her posing routines of the past and gave the crowd a show she was sure they would never forget. From her arms to her legs, as well as her glorious, glorious chest, her quick routine fulfilled their every desire. Each flex of her hulking muscles drew more and more decibels from her admirers. The feel of her red-hot, indestructible muscles stretching her taught skin and fighting for limited space, in combination with the crowd's audible and ever-growing approval, fed her own ego and desire.

"God, they are loving this!" she thought. The club erupted when she inflated her titanic pecs. The sounds of the audience only drove her to inject even more volume into her overflowing chest. The rest of her body followed suit. Her boulder shoulders pressed up against her cheeks, while her monolithic biceps grew ever upwards. She flexed each thigh individually, making sure that the viewers got to see those marble columns in their full glory. By the end of the routine, she was covered from head-to-toe in hundreds of pounds of pumped-up, steel-crushing, man-shaming muscle. The overwhelming power was starting to make her wet. Her rock-hard nipples stretched the itsy-bitsy bikini to its max, and her titanic ass swallowed up her tiny bottoms. She had flexed up a storm, and the crowd could not get enough.

The DJ had to take a moment to collect himself, before announcing, "Did I say the race was close? Guess I spoke too soon!"

Michelle's smile was as wide as her lats; the contest was hers! As if to signal her own victory, she placed one hand on her hip, and pointed the other up towards the sky. Appropriately, she was rewarded by the thunderous roar of drunk girls and horny guys. They wanted more. Much more.

"Everybody, please calm down!" The DJ tried to get the club back under control. "You can have an encore once we're done! We still have one more contestant! Finally, number 15, come on down!"

Michelle's smile disappeared. "Wasn't I the final contestant?" she thought. Her look of bewilderment quickly turned to shock and awe as soon as the final contestant stepped onto the stage. Dressed in a skimpy red bikini that barely covered her erect nipples, she was gorgeous, massive, and looked to be no older than herself.

Her mind was racing. "Who the hell is that? Wasn't I the last one in line?!" Paralyzed by confusion and fear, she stood frozen for several awkward seconds. The DJ rushed over and forcefully tugged Michelle's ham-hock of a forearm, which did not budge, and told her to go backstage. Mouth agape, she slowly complied and walked off stage right. But instead of joining up with the rest of the contestants, she stayed behind, peering past the curtains to witness this final performance.

Number 15 had long, flowing red hair that framed her stunningly beautiful features. She was blessed with a fair complexion, small button nose, a few faint freckles, and bright blue eyes. If looks could kill, she would have life in prison. Her muscles seemed every bit as big and defined as Michelle's. And to make matters worse, her sexually charged saunter, swaying hips, and obvious confidence captivated the crowd the instant she set foot on stage.

After surveying the audience and giving them a seductive smile, she began a posing routine that would not be out of place in a bodybuilding competition, and even seemed to mirror Michelle's own performance. The only difference was, this mystery girl knew how to work the crowd like a master. The redhead started with a tremendous double bicep flex. Her already jacked arms exploded with life, quickly expanding past wrist-level. As her massive biceps framed her pornstar face, she bit her lower lip, and gave the crowd that "I know you want me" look. And as evidenced by the roaring cacophony before her, she was absolutely right.

She then turned her attention towards her midsection. Gyrating her hips, she began a hypnotic belly, or rather abdominal, dance. It was a mesmerizing sight of dynamic masonry: her brickhouse abs undulated up and down, revealing deep separations between the individual heads of her 10-pack. Next, she bounced her pecs, both together and individually. Each flex inflated her muscle-bound chest like balloons. The crowd was wowed by both her muscle control, and, of course, the sheer size of her tits. Then, she twirled around, exposing her back and bum to the spellbound clubgoers. Her glutes were larger than bowling balls: huge, bulbous, and perfectly shaped. She smacked her heavenly ass and the crowd went nuts. But what she did next would blow everyone away.

After turning back around, Number 15 gave the crowd a sexy wink, lifted her arms, put her left leg forward, and went into a heart-stopping full-body flex. It seemed as if she was holding back until just now. Her biceps lurched skyward, surpassing the top of her head, and became even bigger and more ripped than before. In fact, every part of her body exploded. Though she lacked Michelle's tan, her cuts and veins were just as, if not more, visible than her own. Her skin seemed paper thin, stretched to the limit by this young muscle goddess. Tangled clusters of veins began to snake their way up and down every square inch of bare skin.

As she continued to inflate her muscles, her pretty face soon disappeared behind a wall of pecs. After holding her incredible pose for a few seconds, and what seemed like an eternity to Michelle, she relaxed. For a brief moment, her gigantic muscles shrunk to a more manageable size. But after giving the crowd a sly smile, she took a deep breath and launched one final gargantuan flex, moaning out of exertion and arousal. Crackling sounds filled the air as her muscles burst outward. The flex was so intense, and the expansion so fast, that her bikini top snapped and flew towards the crowd.

"That slut!" Michelle couldn't believe what was happening.

Her long, pink nipples were now clearly exposed. She was completely naked but for a tiny thong that had long been swallowed up by her buns and thighs. Yet, she did not mind one bit. For a second, the crowd was stunned into silence. They were in shock over the overwhelming power this young girl just summoned. Then, they burst out cheering and yelling, far more than they ever did for Michelle.

The DJ himself had blown his load, but the club was too loud and chaotic for anyone to notice. He excused himself for a brief moment to get back into character before returning onto the stage.

"Looks like we have a winner!"

And with that, contestant 15 released her flex. She bowed, revealing the foot-and-a-half deep cleavage between her pecs, and blew the crowd a provocative kiss. The DJ called for his assistants to bring her a bouquet of flowers and other goodies that came with the first place finish.

However, before second and third place could even be announced, Michelle left in a hurry and bolted out the exit. Dan stumbled through the crowd as quickly as possible and eventually caught up with her.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fine."

"Which means you're not fine. You did great up there!"

"I just need to be alone right now, okay?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she pushed Dan away, rushing shamefully back to her cabin.

She had been so sure of herself. She wasn't just supposed to win the bikini contest; she was supposed to demolish it. Then, it all came crashing down when that young muscle-vixen stepped onstage. She lost, and that was something she simply was not used to. But this wasn't just an ordinary loss; she was downright embarrassed. Never before has she been so obviously outclassed. However, it wasn't so much her size that put her off. After all, this wasn't the first time she encountered a teen that rivaled her own muscularity. Hell, she was surrounded by future bodybuilders all the time at school. Rather, it was the fact that the red-haired girl oozed a sort of confidence and posing mastery well beyond her years. She had an X-factor that Michelle simply could not match.

By the time she got back to her room, she had calmed down considerably. And fortunately for her, her mom wasn't there to ask why she was wearing next to nothing. She changed out of her swimsuit and lied down on the bed, her heavy body causing it to creak. Staring up at the ceiling, she continued to reflect on what just happened. She wondered at how easily number 15 glided across the stage. She remembered how her hips swayed so smoothly, her movements flowing like water. She had the body of a future Ms. America, but the tantalizing aura of an exotic dancer. She made the crowd beg for more, and then she gave it to them.

Michelle had to find out who this girl was.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, what a sexy scene, I enjoyed reading that a great deal, first Michelle's routine and then the challenger, number 15, at first I thought it might be her mother, but apparently not, since the girl seemed to be her own age, or thereabouts, so yeah, I am looking forward to finding out who this massive young girl is and how she got so big! Great stuff, keep going! k+!

[snowman7]

Great chapter!  You really played out the scene well and the character development is real and enjoyable.  I look forward to more!

[NinjaStar]

I normally pass over hypermuscularity stories, but your writing has me hooked. This is skill that's in rare supply here. I love the characterization, the strong, naturalistic dialog, and the lavish sumptuous muscle description. I especially loved the "If looks could kill, she would have life in prison" line. Who is the redhead? Is Dan in danger of losing Michelle? What will happen next? I can't fucking wait.

[JerusalemTulip]

When I first came across this and read the opening with the stock muscle language and somewhat cartoonish mass and dimensions I stopped reading.  I gave it karma, like every other story that gets posted here, but really shortchanged myself by not giving the story a chance.  As days passed, I noticed how many replies and views it was picking up, and I'm glad I took a second look at it.  This is probably my favorite new story of the past few months.

Ninja Star and Snowman7 have already called attention to what I consider the story's finest aspects.  It is really fun and the characterization is great.  I particularly like how you familiarized readers with the secondary characters like Mom and Dan with an economy of words; the story didn't seem to slow down at all while reading those parts.  Most importantly, this is a real story.   It isn't some linear chart of growth that lacks challenges and never invites the reader to ask questions.

There is a lot of background stuff that I think you were correct to not go into yet.  But maybe some day we'll find out how Ms. America became a bodybuilding pageant, why society seems to share the same aesthetic values as the rest of us fetish forum denizens etc.

Again, I love this story.  Thanks for sharing.