#COLLECTION: Scraps, Snippets and Vignettes *Various Authors + Subjects*

[Seldom]

Let me start with a request:
Think of this post as a work in progress, asking for advice, encouragement,
or even just a place to post something you think isn't good enough or interesting
enough to finish, but that people may like to read.
So, MORE snippets, please.

I imagine most authors have a story folder like mine, filled with hundreds of started, half-finished, or mostly finished stories that we just haven't gone anywhere with, and may never go anywhere with, but still contain things that muscle story fans may be interested in.  Mine tend to be quite gory snippets (though not always), I just haven't been able to construct a coherent plot or characters.  This seems like a good forum for sharing such partial stories that may need polishing or may never otherwise see the light of day, so I will start with two snippets.

And without further ado, my snippets:

S-ecurity Bitch

S-ecurity guard, bodybuilder, and steroid-bitch Melanie's muscle mayhem leaves two shoplifting punks dead, along with three innocent bystanders, the store owner and his wife.

Melanie's rippling, bulging, vein-engorged muscles quivered with relief.  She sighed happily.  It had been too long since she had last let loose her muscles to play like this, to feel the pleasure of a human plaything's body bending and breaking against her own, to hear their deliciously pathetic and futile screams as she devoured them in her muscles, to feel their tiny little fists bouncing off her invincible pecs as she just SQUEEZED and CRUSHED their crying, squirming, fragile bodies into pulpy mush.

Melanie opened her eyes and licked her lips, her horny cunt dripping with her orgasm and the gruesome remains of her last victim.  She was panting, not with exertion, but with ecstatic pleasure and anticipation.  She looked at the remaining live boy and slowly smiled, the slow predatory smile of an insane muscle-bitch in heat, ready for the pleasure of pulping another male body in her muscles.  "Your turn," she moaned throatily.


Joey

Sweat streams off her puffed red cheeks, a guttural roar escaping her throat as she heaves the weight off her massive chest.  Thick veins throb as they feed life-giving blood to cartoonishly bloated muscles, larger than life on her larger than life body.  Eight hundred ninety pounds slowly, shakingly rises into the air.  The bar bends down on either side from the weight.  Thick traps hang like Christmas hams from her sickeningly bulging striated arms, every hard muscle visible against skin struggling to contain her inhuman strength.  Every eye in the gym watches in fascinated horror as she releases one final roar and pushes the crushing weight to full extension before letting it crash onto the reinforced steel rack.  "Ten," she grunts softly.  Today is not a heavy lifting day.

Joey stands to her full height, towering over the puny humans around her.  She doesn't consider herself one of them.  They gape at her in fear.  If only they knew, she thinks mockingly.  She brings one massive arm in front of her and flexes, watching as the muscle, bigger than her head, bulges from the thick limb, a huge vein snaking its way across the top, fed by smaller, but still thick, veins.  She pumps her fist.  If only they knew what these arms can do.  She thinks back on the many necks snapped by that one arm, the dozens of male torsos slowly and cruelly crushed to death with just a small casual sample of her devastating, terrifying power, and smiles.  If only they knew what I fantasize doing to each one of these weak, puny creatures.

She leaves the weight unracked as a reminder of their inferiority.  The men at the boxing ring hold their breaths in fear as she walks by, but apparently she doesn't feel like sparring today, so their ribs and skulls are spared.

[Jeremy Lightning]

k+, I am liking what I read there, dude, especially Joey. Hope to see more like this kind of thing, though slightly longer and more detailed.

[DEA]

Hi Seldom,

I hope you will finish at least one of them. I also have many unfinished works, some of them written just on some piece of paper.

I have no problem to create "the backround" for the stories, but when I´m finished with the begining, I´m tired to carry on :-) then I´ve got some "action parts", where there is the main sex/gore part. Then I´m lazy to create the beginning for that :-)

[cheekychum]

The Shoot
by cheekychum
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“Look, just... get her here as quickly as possible, okay?”

I hung up my mobile phone and paced up and down. I was stupid to take on this project. I had lied on the application form and said that I had done something like this before, but it was quickly becoming clear that I hadn't. The flat was ready, and the cameras had turned up- but the stars were nowhere to be seen. In fact, the female star had to be replaced at the last moment because the original one had decided that there were better projects to be involved in.

My phone rang once again.

“Hello? Hi, it's Tanja... I'm your new female star, I believe”

I was taken aback. The woman that she replaced sounded whiny on the phone, sounding like little more than a fire alarm in a distant building. Tanja, however, had a slightly deeper tone. It was much more husky and whispery... and it was having an effect on me. Visibly so, according to my pants.

“H-hi, um, Hey. Where are you? Are there any special requirements you need? Can I help you with anything? Are you okay?”

“Haha! Slow down, motormouth! Relax! I'm fine. I'm just walking up the stairs to your studio. You're Xavier, right?”

“Um, yeah, yeah I am. And studio? It's more of an apartment really. But that doesn't matter. Anyway, is there anything I can get you, Tanja?”

“No, nothing. I've come all prepared. You were going for the school-girl look, right? I've brought some other outfits just in case... anyway, I'll be there in a second”

My heart raced in a crescendo like fashion, my brain frantically making sure that everything was perfect for this woman. The apartment was clean, the cameras were there, the lights were on, there were refreshments available...

There was  a sudden knock on the door. I ran towards the door and shouted through it, stupidly.

“Who is it?”

“Pornstar! At your service!”

I unlocked the door and swung it open. I braced my eyes for a magical sight, and made sure to hunch over and put my hands in my pockets so no-one could see my happiness.

What faced me was quite puzzling. She had long, dark hair, and these piercing blue eyes set into the most perfect, fair face on the planet. But below that, everything seemed quite chunky. Of course, the Mac that she was wearing didn't exactly help my image of her, but she was... to put it politely... built. And not in the muscular way- or so I thought. This was in comparison to the previous holder of the porn role, who would've probably snapped in half if you so much as stared at her the wrong way. I stared in awkward silence, as we stared at eachother through the doorway.

“Well, arent't you going to let me in?”

She barged past me and made herself at home. She pushed the handle down on her suitcase, and heaved the bag off the floor and onto the couch. In doing so, her sleeve bulged massively and I could hear a slight tearing sound. Upon hearing this, I stared at her. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe it wasn't fat under that jacket, but mounds of solid steel muscle?

I decided to use the blagging skills that got me the job.

“Say, Tanja! You're not even gonna give the director a hug before you stride into his house!?”

She giggled with a perfect smile and allowed me to come over. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes...


My goodness! Her back was dense, but it was rock hard. She wrapped her arms round me and they felt like bumpy-steel columns! Her abs against my stomach were perfect, cut squares! And the best part was that I was feeling this all through her jacket! Lord knows what it would have felt like when she took it off!

She stepped back and looked down.

“Look, Xavier. Before we start... I just want you to know that I am very different to the girl who you originally cast for this.”

“What do you mean?” I feigned indifference, my mind stuck in awe at the size of her muscles.

“I'll show you...”

Before I could say “mmm, yes please,” she had hit a double biceps pose, and the coat slowly started to tear. Threads on the arm-seams burst, and her biceps pierced the fabric. Her back, in its raging muscular state, tore through the sides of the jacket, and her traps destroyed the collars.

I could do nothing but stare. I had fallen in love with this girl in a matter of seconds.

“You... YOU are PERFECT.”

“No, no I'm not. I got fired from my last porn job because of it. They wouldn't even let me film one scene,” she frowned, staring at the floor, her blue eyes capturing me.

“No, you are. I know we haven't known eachother for long... and I know this is forward. But... for my, you are. I promise you that.”

“REALLY!?”

She squealed, shredding the rest of her coat with her hands, grinning at me sexily; a grin that complimented her skin-tight school-girl outfit perfectly.

I nodded hard and she came close to me.

“I don't usually do this with guys I just met... but can I show you more of my strength?”

TO BE CONTINUED...

[cheekychum]

“YES. YES OF COURSE YOU CAN! DO YOU EVEN NEED TO ASK!?”
I screamed, thrilled. But I was brought down back to earth with a bump.
“But... you need to save some energy for your male co-star. OH SHIT! YOUR MALE CO-STAR!”

I slapped my-self on the head. I heard a message on the answering machine yesterday saying that the male actor couldn't make it either, but I was pretty drunk from a night out with my friends, and deleted the message. God! What was I going to do?

“Hey...” Tanja smirked, edging closer to me, her muscles pulsating. “I don't need a co-star.”

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, licking it slightly. My knees went weak at the thought of what she just said to me, and my eyes closed as I thought of it.

“... But in the mean while, loverboy... watch what these babies can do,” she commanded, smirking. She flexed her pecs, one after the other, and her muscular, yet plentiful, cleavage bounced up and down, popping a button on her school shirt, causing her to bring her index finger to her lips to strike an ubersexy “oops” pose, her bicep straining the short sleeves of her shirt. She stared down at my crotch and smiled teasingly.
“Looks like something else wants to be where my finger is, huh?”

She giggled a sexy giggle to herself, and then stuck her finger in her mouth, her lips enjoying having something between them, and her eyes showing the extent to which she enjoyed torturing me like this.

She pulled her finger out of her mouth, traced it down her body, and reached into her suitcase. She pulled out a pink vibrator, and plunged it deep down into her mouth, and I could only imagine the end of it hitting the back of her throat. She took her other hand, balled her fist, and flexed her bicep, before pulling the vibrator out and sticking it between her flexed bicep and forearm, pumping it in and out of the gap slowly.

“Mmm, do you want to fuck my bicep, Xavier? It wants to be fucked by you! It doesn't want this,” she breathed sexily, gesturing to the vibrator.
To illustrate her point, she stopped pumping the vibrator, and she flexed her bicep hard, causing the mountain of muscle to grow, and her forearm to expand in tandem. The vibrator cracked, the sounds of splintering plastic echoing throughout my apartment. But she wouldn't stop there- she kept flexing, and her arm bent further and further in, her bicep getting bigger and harder. The vibrator suddenly snapped clean in two, falling on the floor, and exposing its severed wires. I sat back on my couch, and I could feel myself throbbing in my pants.

Tanja grinned and did a lat spread, triumphantly putting her hands on her hips. The shirt she was wearing strained massively and she knew it. There was a moment of eerie silence and then...

SNAP!

The shirt burst right down the middle of her back. She licked her lips playfully and grabbed a metal bar stools from the corner of the room.

“Everyone's seen people make balloon animals... but have you ever seen a steel animal before?”

With that enticing questions, her muscles began to pump and grow, and I salivated at the feat of strength about to be performed...

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[DO YOU WANT MORE? Just reply, or hit the Karma button, and I'll write a bit more for you!]

[cheekychum]

Absolutely, go on, I love to see feats of strength on that order! What you have written is very sexy and tantalyzing, I can't wait to see where it goes from here! k+!

Special thanks to Jeremy... its an honour to be thanked and complimented by such a well renowned figure within the community! =D

[cheekychum]

Alright! Here we go! Freshly squeezed for ya!
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I licked my lips, and her blue eyes grew more piercing. She held the stool in her hand and grinned mischievously, biting her lip seductively. Without warning she tore the cushioned seat off the legs of the stool, the bolts instantly snapping and falling to the floor. She threw the seat aside, and teased me; licking the legs of the stool up and down. Oh how I wanted ME to be the thing that her tongue was slowly sliding up and down on. Out of nowhere, she bent the legs right down the middle, gritting her teeth sexily, her pec muscles bulging and contracting, somehow popping another button on the shirt that had already been obliterated by her awe-inspiring back. She licked her lips again and bent and twisted the legs about quarter of the way up. I had seen women bend steel before... but for them to TWIST it!? This was marvellous! She slowly made a few more bends, taking them slow and steady in order for her already gargantuan muscles to grow even further, making me salivate. She threw the steel legs to the floor and flexed her biceps.

“A dog!”

She exclamed, and her biceps tore straight through her sleeves, showing her pride and ecstasy at performing such a feat. She finished the shirt off with her hands, the fabric not being able to stand up to her perfect and massive muscles.

“mmm, I love being so strong! It turns me on sooooooooo much!” She cooed, rubbing her already erect nipples, just to prove her point to me. To be honest, she didn't need to... she was having the same effect on me.

“Alright, loverboy. We've had seduction, we've had strength, and now for some sauce...”

Out of nowhere, she heaved a giant watermelon out of her suitcase, and placed it between her massive 35 inch, rock hard thighs. She giggled with her cute, yet devilishly sexy smile.

“FIRE!” she yelled playfully.

BOOM!

The melon snapped between the pressure of her hulking thighs. Juice splattered the floor and the vicinity, seeds flying in every direction. It was incredible to think that in roughly a second, her legs had gone from being 25 centimetres apart due to the melon; to being right up against each-other with the melon completely destroyed between her legs. The sheer power was perfect and beautiful!

I slowly slipped my hands down into my jeans and hoped that she wouldn't notice. Or that if she did, she would take it as a compliment. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand a chance against the superwoman who was gracing my eyes.

She tilted her head back as if she was in mid orgasm. “Wow, if I wasn't wet before... I certainly am now,” she giggled, wiping the juice off her legs and licking it off her fingers slowly and seductively, again wishing that something else would be receiving the pleasure of her tongue.

“Let's see that in slow motion, shall we?”

She pulled out a slightly bigger melon, and, once again, placed it between her legs, licking her lips. She slowly flexed her quads; the surging, growing, and bulging muscle turning me on more than I had ever been turned on in my life. It started to crowd in on the melon; and I could hear its tough, green skin slowly tearing and cracking as her giant legs grew even more. She slowly began to bring her legs together, and a crack formed at the front of the melon. She moaned as she heard it splinter, biting her lip and revelling in the power that she had over the melon. Her moans grew louder and louder, until she declared in her passion:

“Who needs this when you can go in the fast lane!?”

And she brought her legs together at the speed of light with a loud moan; the melon shattering, and showering the area in juice and seeds. She opened her legs and the remains collapsed to the floor; inedible and ruined. She picked up the broken melon and rubbed it over her breasts, coating her sweet chest in juice.

She walked over to me, her legs still throbbing and growing from her feat of strength, and her excitement. I withdrew my hand from my jeans and tried to make it look like nothing had been going on. But I might have been found out... my pulse was racing... I gulped as she approached me. I started to sweat slightly. I trembled deep down inside from fear of this muscular lady.

She grabbed my belt buckle and pulled me onto my feet.

“So, Xavier. We've had Seduction, Strength, and Sauce. Now there's only one thing left...”

She whispered in my ear and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I was about to be a very, VERY happy man...

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[Should I write more?]

[Jeremy Lightning]

Another great chapter, great strength and muscle description. If I had one complaint, I wish it was longer, so you could put more of that great description in. k+!

[cheekychum]

Sorry about the wait! I got caught up in some other work! Hope you find this worth the wait!
Enjoy!
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Without warning, she ripped the buckle off my belt, and tossed it behind her. My member throbbed at the sight- I had never seen any woman do that before! She immediately got on her knees and unzipped my fly slowly, suddenly adopting a shy-girl attitude. This wasn't for long, however- she then tore my jeans clean off, her power almost dragging me clean off my feet.

She flexed her biceps mischievously and looked right into my eyes, before sinking her teeth into the waistband of my underwear, and pulling them down- something told me that she could do a lot more with that mouth.

My member sprang free. Tanja grinned  at this; knowing that it was HER who caused this to happen. She licked her lips, flexed her pecs twice, and without warning, plunged my cock down her throat. I growled in pure pleasure, as her rock-solid arms linked around the back of my legs, and bearhugged them tight, pushing me deeper still down her throat. Her tongue lashed against my balls, massaging them to perfection, her own moans harmonizing with mine, and causing the head of my cock to vibrate deep inside her, causing more of a sensation.

After a 30 second deep-throat, she let me out of her mouth. I growled loud at her, massaging her head as she licked her lips. She wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock and jerked it off. I tilted my head back and yelled; her arm was moving so fast on my member that I could go at any second. I looked down and I saw that the sheer pace of her action caused her bicep to flex, and caused the veins to pop out, all down her arm.

She eyed me, still licking her lips. I couldn't take it for much longer. My pulse was racing, and I was  growling so much that I was running out of breath. She jerked faster. I gritted my teeth. She massaged my inner thigh. I felt my legs begin to shake. I moaned louder and louder.

Tanja saw that I was almost ready to go, so she changed her technique. Letting me go from her hand, she pushed me between her fantastically huge breasts.

“Ever seen a titjob like this, babe?” She asked, her tone becoming even more whispery.

She then flexed her pectoral muscles with my member in between them. The truth was that I had never seen a titjob like that... but I was soon hoping that every woman would learn such a skill!
Tanja grinned more and more with every second that went by- she adored showing the power of her huge muscles.

In somewhat of a trick, my penis popped out from in her cleavage, and landed on her nipple. She kept bouncing her pecs; my head getting massaged by her tit.

“Let's have a test, shall we?” She said, reaching over to an NFL football that I had lying on the floor, whilst still bouncing her pecs.

“Let's see what lasts longer... you, or this football!”

Tanja then performed the most incredible feat that I had ever seen. She sat on the floor, and positioned the ball between her thighs. She scooped me up, and began to bench press me, lowering my cock into her mouth, before raising it again.

My eyes closed and my head rolled back in ecstasy. I had dreamed about this happening for years, but never thought it would ever happen! I opened my eyes and saw her legs surge with power. Layers upon layers of muscle protruded from her quads, caving in on the football. I moaned and groaned as Tanja's throat massaged the head of my cock, and her legs teased me with the football. She gave the head of my penis a short lick, opened her mouth, and then pulled her mighty legs together. Without warning, the NFL ball popped loudly, red marks appearing on the soft skin  of her inner thighs from the shock.
Suddenly, I yelled, and shook violently. Her mouth remained open and I came in her mouth, her powerful arms holding me stationary above her head as I came for an entire minute.

Like a pro, Tanja swallowed the load and put me down gently, before removing the ruined remains of the football, and throwing them to the corner of the room.

She kissed my torso all over, flexing her biceps as her sign of victory over the football, and over my member, grinning like the cat who got the cream. And before I could even come down from my high, there was a menacing knock on the door...

...Tanja's male co-star had arrived.

[mermoz]

Very nice devleppment : what will she do with her partner? Perhaps crush or mutilate him?

[El_Roy_1999]

Let me try that.

The Crush

Fran was getting ready. She slipped into her dark gray minidress, closed it behind her neck, adjusted the fabric and put on her heels. She stared at the mirror in awe. Years of work had paid off. Hours and hours in the gym, thousands of dollars for food, supplements, steroids, personal training and massages. She had blown her entire inheritance on her body, but she knew it was worth it. She admired her hyper-trained body and caressed her outrageously muscular curves. Tonight was the night for revenge.

An hour later, she was at the hotel. She had made a deal with the escort agency. As soon as Mark would call to get a girl for the night, they'd let her know. The agency provided special services for people with kinky tastes. Fran was as kinky as she could be to make him pay.
She smiled at the receptionist, noted his admiring look and rode the elevator to the penthouse level. The door opened and she walked in. She heard him:

"Just a minute, I'm almost ready. Make yourself comfortable."

She just strode into the room and stood there, waiting. He came in and looked at her.

"Just sit down. I'll get us some champagne."

"That won't be necessary."

"What? Why?"  She walked to him, grabbed him by the throat and said:  "Remember me?"

"What?"

"I just asked you something. Do you remember me?"

"No. Let me down!"

"Right."  She threw him to the floor, stepped on his chest and said:  "I'm Fran. Do you remember me now?"

"Fran? The girl from school? How?"

"Years of work. Now, it's time for revenge."

"What? No!"

She bent down, lifted him up and threw him across the room, launching him on the sofa. While he was still dazed, she picked him up again and smashed him against the wall.  "Not so weak anymore, ain't I?"

"Sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't ..."

"But you did. You wanted it and now, you pay."

She lifted him up on her massive shoulders and slammed him down, tearing his skin and almost breaking his spine. Then, she threw him on the carpet, climbed on top of him and wrapped her enormous legs around his waist.  "Give me one reason to kill you quickly."

[rageking]

Celes Chere FF6 The Wrestling General

Celes is determined to beat Kefka and the only way she can do it is to train against her allies.  Her first sparring session is with Terra in a Relics Battle, a type of fight where any and all relics can be used.  The muscle belt will gain an added feature: muscle growth.

Bad blood erupts between the two over Locke, and Celes wants to prove she deserves Locke.

Sounds like an excellent idea. Don't forget her power Runic, maybe using it to deflect buffs on herself.

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Celes buys the Coliseum
Part 1
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Celes Chere was sitting on the sofa in the lower floor on board the Falcon airship. Laying on the floor between her feet was a large bag filled with Gold Pieces. She had just finished counting the amount of gp. "Well, 100,000,000 Gp." Celes said as her lips curled into a wide grin. "That should be enough to buy the Coliseum. And then I'll be able to use the Coliseum to it's max potential, and become strong enough to defeat Kefka on my own." Celes laid out on the sofa and began flexing her biceps. Her body was slender and began showing signs of muscularity, she anticipated the day that her biceps would bulge and her legs would be dangerous as her sword skills. She was wearing her green sleeveless leotard and a long white cape with oversized shoulder pads. Celes daydreamed about her new body as she sat back up. "I hope Sabin won't get too jealous of my new size." Celes ran her hands through her long blonde hair which cascaded down her shoulders. Celes heard a voice call her name and turned to look up at the balcony. "Hey, Setzer. I was just about to come and find you."

    Setzer stood leaning on the balcony railing and smiled at Celes.  "Really. Setzer said. "You must have earned enough Gp to buy the Coliseum then. We can head there now if you want."

  Celes stood up from the sofa, picking up the bag of Gp as she made her way towards te stairs. "Great." Celes said. "The sooner the better. I really want to stick it to Kefka." Celes walked up the stairs and stopped next to Setzer. "will it take long to get there."

   Setzer gave A big grin. "I'll go as fast as you want, sweetie." Setzer turned and climbed up the stairs leading to the deck of the Falcon, with Celes following close behind. Setzer walked up to the helm and grabbed the wheel of the airship and steered the ship west toward the Coliseum from Figaro Castle.

 As the Falcon sailed through the skies, Celes hair whipped wildly about her face. Celes pulled a ribbon from her belt pouch and tied her hair into a ponytail, Celes walked to the side of the Falcon and leaned against the railing, and felt the wind rushing against her face. Celes then walked to the bow of the ship and pointed forward. "I can see it from here." Celes said. "I just can't wait till I have the deed in my hand."

 "Just a little longer and we'll be there." Setzer said. The Coliseum drew closer and closer as Setzer slowed the Falcon."And here we are, let me land. and you can go and talk to the owner about selling the place. Setzer set the airship down 100 paces just south of the Coliseum. "I'll go and get the others." Setzer headed to the stairs and out of sight.

  A few moments later everyone was standing at the doors to the Coliseum. "Come on, the Coliseum isn't going to buy itself." Celes said as she threw open the doors, and stepped inside. Celes found the owner standing behind the reception desk with Ultros, shouting at the octopus.

  "You dumb squid." The owner said. "Why haven't you cleaned the inn yet. It's still a mess from the expansion and remodel." The owner shook his fists at Ultros .

  "It's gotten too big, It'll be months before I get the place spotless." Ultros said whimpering, tears flowing down his cheeks.

  "Don't worry about how long it's gonna take." The owner said and handing a broom to Ultros. "Remember your debt is going to take a lifetime to pay off. But if you don't hurry, you won't see a lifetime. You'll spend the rest of your life just cleaning toliets if you're lucky. I should -." The owner stopped in mid sentence as he noticed Celes walking up to the reception desk. "Hello young lady. How may I help you.?"

  "I wish to buy your Coliseum." Celes said placing the bag of GP on the counter. I have 100,000,000 Gp to pay for it."

  The owner stared at Celes and then the bag of Gp. "Of course." The owner said. "I'll be happy to sell it to you. Let me get the paperwork. the owner reached under the counter and pulled out a stack of papers and set them on the counter. "By the way, you'll need someone to run the inn in the back. I would be happy run it for free, you won't have to pay me." The owner handed Celes a bottle of in with a quill in it.

 Celes picked up the quill and dipped it into the ink and began signing papers. "Sounds great." Celes said. "It's always good to have an extra hand." Celes quickly finished signing the papers and handed them back to the owner. Celes waited as the owner changed the name on the deed and handed it to her. "Thank you. Later you can give me a full tour of the place inside and out."

 The owner smiled at Celes. and thought to himself that he'd like to tour her inside and out.

 Celes walked away from the reception desk and walked up the small flight of steps leading to the Coliseum
entrance where the man with the armor and flashy hat stood. He open the large doors and stepped through into the battle area. "Perfect. Tomorrow, I'll put this place to good use. "Look out Kefka, Here I come.

To be continued- Part 2 Training with Terra

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Oh yes! Ultros. A true gentleman!  Thank you for including him!

Part 2 to come soon. ultros will be a recurring character and the comic relief.  perhaps Celes will get wrapped up in Ultros tentacles

[zoid1970]

Introduction to Psychology
by zoid1970
zoid1970@yahoo.com
Two students meet in a psychology class.

comments welcome
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Part 1

John was a junior at UCLA. He was European-American and was 20 years old. He
was 5' 2" tall, and weighed 110 pounds. He was a physics major and brilliant.
He was starting his third year now, and he needed to get one of his general
education requirements out of the way. He had always looked down at any
subject that was outside the realm of the hard sciences. He quickly glanced
through the courses that were accepted as GEs, and he found one that fit his
schedule - Introduction to psychology - Section 1 with professor Smathers. It
met every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 2 PM. He figured to himself that
this course would be a breeze, and he signed up for it.

The following week, he found himself in the lecture hall, and professor
Smathers walked in and started to lecture. The class had about 300 students,
and he also found out that the class also had 10 different discussion
sections, with 30 students in each discussion group. His discussion group met
every Thursday at 3 PM. John didn't like the idea of having to meet an extra
day each week for a class he considered a nuisance, but he didn't allow
himself to get too annoyed, as his schedule was very light that quarter.

His first day in that class went by quickly, and John felt somewhat nameless
in a class that large. On Thursday, he went to the discussion section at 3 PM,
and sat in the front row. The teaching assistant walked in and said that the
class would be divided into groups of two students, to work on projects that
would be assigned throughout the quarter. The TA briefly reviewed the material
that had been covered during the week, and said that hey would find out who
they would be paired with next week, and that a project would also be
assigned.

During the course of the next week, professor Smathers covered a topic called
'conditioned stimulus' and 'conditioned response', involving a scientist named
Pavlov who had experimented on dogs to get his results. On Thursday, the TA
walked in and announced that on a bulletin board in the psychology building,
they would find the name of the person they had been paired off with , how to
contact them, and also the specific project that had been assigned to them.
The hour went by quickly, and John decided to wait until next week to go to
the bulletin board.

The next several days went by quickly, and on Saturday evening, John got a
call on his cell phone from a number that he did not recognize. He answered
and said hello. A girl's voice answered back: "Hello John. You don't know me.
My name is Jill, and I have been assigned as your project partner in our
psychology class. " John replied : "Hello Jill. How are you doing ?" The girl
answered : "I am fine. I just wanted to let you know that our project is due
in 12 days in our discussion section. I also wanted to let you know that for
our project, we have to give a report on the life of Pavlov." John felt
somewhat annoyed being called on a Saturday for a project that was due in 12
days, especially for a class that he really didn't care about. Trying to hide
his annoyance, he said : "Ok Jill. Thank you for informing me. I will see you
on Thursday." He was about to say goodbye when Jill interrupted : "No ! Wait !
This class is very important to my future, and I need to do excellent in it !
I was thinking about meeting up tomorrow so that we could go to the library
and at least find the sources that we need for our project !"

John wasn't sure what to do. He didn't like the idea of starting so early, but
on the other hand, he thought that the sooner he got it over with, the better.
He replied : "Fine ! where would you like to meet up ?" Jill said that she
would see him at the entrance to the main campus library at 10 am the
following morning. John agreed, and hung up his phone. John tended to be a
loner, and didn't like to socialize too much on weekends, but he told himself
that this was for a class and was an assignment. So on Sunday he arrived at
the library, getting there a few minutes early. He sat down on a bench, and
started to go through the messages on his cell phone. A moment later, he felt
the sun blocked out, and he looked upwards in response. He had to continue to
look upwards, until he made eye contact with the source of the interruption of
the sun's rays.

The image that greeted him was that of an Asian girl. She was by the the
biggest Asian girl he had ever seen. And Jill was indeed big. She was a
Chinese-American girl, who was 6' 7" tall, and weighed 240 pounds. She wasn't
very fat, she was just somewhat big-boned and voluptuous. Overall she was
attractive and feminine in appearance. She had classic Asian features, with
long hair. After John's initial shock had worn off, he tried to regain his
composure and stood up to greet her. When Jill saw how small John was compared
to her, she become very self-conscious of her size and stepped backwards to
give John some space. John also found the situation very awkward. He tried to
lesson the tension as best as he could : he extended out his right hand, and
said : "Hello ! you must be Jill. I am John." In response, Jill also extended
out her right hand, smiling as warmly as she could and said : "Hi John ! I am
Jill ! It is a pleasure to meet you. " John's hand disappeared into Jill's
much larger and hand, as she gently and softly shook hands with him.

Looking down into John's eyes, Jill saw a white American guy who was very
small and slim. Overall, he was handsome, but just very small for a
Caucasian-American. After their introductions, there was an awkward silence
once more. As Jill was the more extroverted of the two, she decided to break
the silence : "Ok John, let's go inside the library and get started on our
project." And with that they entered the library with the goal of finding a
quiet place. The first floor was mostly administrative, so they decided to
take the elevator to one of the upper floors. Once inside the elevators Jill
looked downwards into John's eyes and said : "The fifth floor always has these
study rooms, and we will also have a great view of the surrounding hills !"
Once on the fifth floor, Jill guided John to the room with the best view. They
were inside the room in no time, and Jill closed the door behind them, as she
always liked to study with the minimum amount of noise possible. Once again,
John felt intimidated, as he found himself inside an enclosed space with a
girl who was more than twice his size, whom he had just met.

Jill sensed John's sense of unease, and thought that it would be best if they
learned a little more about each other. She started by saying : "Ok John,
given we will be working closely together on multiple projects for the rest of
the quarter, maybe it would be nice to know more about each other." John
founds Jill's logic convincing and replied : "Well, I am a 20 year old third
year physics major, and I am taking this class as a general education
requirement. At this point, I am not sure what I will be doing after
graduation, but I still have a year left to decide." Jill said : "Well John, I
am also 20 years old. I am also starting my third year. I am undeclared with
regards to my major, but I am thinking about psychology. That is why I want to
do so well in this class ! As of now, I have no specific plans for after my
graduation, but I am thinking about maybe going to graduate school or medical
school."

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Supersoldier Serum

“They canceled the project?”

“I’m afraid they did”

Two women conversed inside a simple laboratory located in a basement. One of the women was a medium height brunette wearing a lab coat, she stood in front of complex set of chemistry equipment.

She sighed. “I’m not really surprised they did actually. They never showed much faith in the project, hell, they didn’t provide me with a lab or any equipment I needed”

The second was woman was a tall dark skinned soldier with black hair tied back in a ponytail sitting at the edge of the stairs that led to the upper section of the house. She wore a simple green shirt, army pants, and boots. Just by looking at the tone of her arms it was obvious that very fit, a result of her military training.

“I think having super soldiers would be something they’d be interested in Carol” Replied the soldier.

“You think I’m the only one who’s trying to achieve that Sherrill?” She asked rhetorically. “Hundreds of people are trying to come up with the magical bullet that would make our armies superior without the need of nuclear weapons. The higher ups believe that my formula, specifically, isn’t going to work due that it was done with little founding and equipment… of course, that’s because they didn’t give me any again”

Sherrill stood up from her sit, and walked over her friend, patting her shoulder she gave her a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry Carol, I know how much time you’ve spent on this”

The scientist just shook her head. “But my serum is ready, all I need is a test subject, and they aren’t willing to provide me with one”

There were times that Sherrill got an idea and decided to follow it regardless of the circumstances. Looking at how… defeated her friend look, having the work of her life now stopped by moronic officers, Sherrill decided to damn the consequences and said:
“Why don’t you try it on me?”

Either Carol was a professional at controlling her emotions or she wasn’t actually surprised by her friend’s words.

“I should have never told you” She sighed and regarded her friend with the same kind a look a parent gives to a child who’s about to commit an act of mischief. “No”

“Come on, you need this” Sherrill insisted. “Besides you told me that the serum is safe… isn’t it?”

“Of course it is” Said Carol. “All data points out that whether or not it takes effect, the person injected with the serum will be fine”

“Then what are you afraid of?”

There was a moment of silence before it was broken by the coat wearing woman.

“That my life’s greatest work is just rubbish” Said Carol, looking at the floor.

Sherrill smiled at her. “Hey chin up” Lifting her friend’s face with her hand. “That’s what I’m here for”

The scientist sighed. “Roll up your sleeve”

Sherrill did so, and soon after, Carol was injecting a syringe filled with a blue liquid into her friends toned bicep.

The soldier rolled down her sleeve. “How long does it take to work?”

“In a moment, just stay still and take deep breathes”

Carol watched anxiously as her friend closed her eyes and began to do as she was told. Her chest rose and lowered, pushing her c-cup breast against her shirt. After a few seconds, the dark skinned woman’s perfectly calm facial features began to scrunch up, her lower lip trembled, a hand clutched to her stomach.

“Ugh” She grunted, her teeth clenching together. “God… it hurts”

“It’s alright” Assured Carol. “It’s supposed to happen, it’ll pass soon”

Sherrill felt her abs contract and her skin tighten, feeling as she was on fire, sweat poured forth from her skin, lifting the hem of her shirt, she stared in shock as her previously toned abs became a solid eight pack, veins rose from her sweaty skin, giving them a stronger look.

“Fuck” She grunted. And soon she felt the pain expand to her legs and arms. “Ggh!” Her hands tightened into fist, and her legs stiffened.
 
Her breathing became more fast paced, her forearms grew to larger proportions, and her biceps increased in mass and definition, she looked at her right arm, and instinctively flexed it despite the pain, the muscle strained the fabric of her sleeve until it gave up and ripped open, revealing the beautiful flesh covered in veins. Her shoulder expanded until it was the size of a basketball, shredding the remaining piece of fabric in her right arm. She flexed her other and grunted in a mix of pain and pleasure as the weak fabric was destroyed by her mighty muscles.

Her legs were beginning to look like tree trunks, straining the army pants to the breaking points. Her boots torn apart open as her new and strong large feet outgrew them, rips and tears began to appear almost everywhere on her pants, a long ripping noise announced that they couldn’t hold anymore, revealing her magnificent flesh glistening with sweat, her thighs shaped into hard diamonds and her calves morphed into two tear shaped masses of muscle. Beings bulged all around them as if they were filled with hot liquid iron. Her glutes grew in size, and shaped itself into sexy mounds of muscles, tearing what remained of her pants, revealing white panties sticking to her like a second skin, wet with sweat and more.

“Oh God” She gasped. Her back widened soon after the back of her shirt was torn apart, revealing a powerful mount of flesh. Her pectoral muscles expanded as veins began to run over them, pushing her enlarging breasts against her shirt, her hard nipples were very visible as they poked from beneath her white bra, which was surprisingly still intact, but stretched to its limit. “Agh, fuck… gaaaah!” She screamed both in agony and in pleasure as what remained of her shirt was torn apart and fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing more than that her strained underwear.

Carol stared in awe at her friends heavily muscles body, the culmination of many years of work had finally bore fruit! Seeing her serum work filled her deeply with pride, joy, and well, to be perfectly honest, she felt incredible turned on by how sexy Sherrill looked. Dark skin gleaming with sweat, hard muscles riddled with veins, dancing in a perfect rhythm of flesh as the soldier took deep breaths.

“Fuck” Sherrill breathed, running her hands all over her new body. “I feel so fucking incredible, so good. Feels as if could lift a tank” She stroke a double bicep pose and flexed every muscle on her body at the same time, she moaned in deep pleasure as her muscles bulged and rippled beneath her skin, veins rising even more, her underwear at last gave up, and with a loud snap, they fell, leaving her completely naked. “I feel so beautiful so… sexy” She smiled seductively at Carol. Holding both hands together beneath her breasts, she flexed her pecs hard, making them, along with her breast, bounce in a fleshy dance. “Don’t you think so?”

Carol’s feet moved on their own, and found herself staring at her friend’s large pectorals, Sherrill had always been taller, but now she was a full head taller than Carol. She just stood there staring at her beautiful muscles, begging to be caressed, kissed, licked, demanding to be worshiped as they deserved.

Sherrill grinned devilishly. “You want to feel them don’t you, want to feel your work’s results” She lifted one arm to her face and flexed. “Feel my biceps” Slowly, Carol’s soft and delicate hands reached for the magnificent mound of flesh, slowly caressing the soft skin over the hard flesh, her fingers traced the lines of veins, and tried to squish hard flesh to no avail.

Fuck, Carol thought, feeling so hot that she took off her lab coat, revealing a red tank shirt and blue jeans which covered a beautiful shaped body with lovely curves. Once more, only more eagerly this time, she began to fondle the hard bicep, slowly bringing her lips closer, until planting a soft kiss on the hard flesh, slightly running her tongue over the mighty muscle.

Sherrill threw her head back and moaned in pleasure, aroused by her muscles being worshiped like this. She felt Carol plant her lips over every part of the bicep, and slowly lick her way through. “Fuck yeah, worship me”

Carol ran a hand over her abs, feeling the brick wall of that was the eight pack, her nipples were now painfully hard and poking beneath her red shirt. She went down on her knees and planted kisses all over her tree trunk sized thighs while sensually fondling the strong muscles of her ass.

She stood up, and brought herself closer to the soldier, embracing her mighty frame, resting her head on the soldier’s pecs, while feeling her massive back with her hands. She was nearly soaking wet with Sherrill’s sweat, aside from the one that belonged to her and was drenching her underwear.

Carol planted her lips over her pecs, Sherrill moaned as hands massaged the sexy mounds of flesh that were her breats, skillful fingers playing around with her hard nipples.

“Oooh, yeah, suck my tits, do it”

Carol couldn’t deny her, and so she did. She ran her tongue towards her right breast, until softly licking the hard flesh of the nipple, before slowly taking it inside her mouth. Sherrill moaned loudly as her hard flesh was currently being sucked raw by the scientist’s mouth.

Her whole body shivered with pleasure, her eyes snapped open, some kind of animal instinct seemed to take over her. Her strong hands ripped apart Carol’s clothes, leaving her completely naked, lifting her up in her steel hard arms, they began to kiss madly. Sherrill walked towards a empty table, and sat Carol while she stood in front of her.

Slowly, the twisted their bodies, rubbing their wet womanhoods together, the slow pace was quickly turned into a mad dance of pleasure, in which Sherrill thrust into Carol’s cunt with powerful hips.

“Ahh, fuck, yes, don’t stop, uuuh!” The scientist face twisted into a painful muck, before letting out a loud moan of pleasure as her orgasm hit the core. “Ohhhhh yeah!”

Sherrill , with her eyes closed, began to thrust even more violently as she felt her own orgasm coming. “Yeah, that’s it” Every muscle on her body flexed, bulging bigger and veins rising higher. “My muscles… they’re perfect, so hard, so big, ugh, so beautiful” She was lost in an euphoric lapse of pleasure. “I’m more than a soldier, I’m an amazon warrior… ahh-ahhhh!” Thrust after thrust she was nearing closer to the climax. “Aaaahhh!... Raaaagh!” With a guttural scream, her body shook with pleasure.

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Troll Bridge Terror

Chapter 1
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The bridgekeeper struggled to free himself from the ice crystals that packed over his boots, holding his feet flush to the ground, but it was pointless.
"That should teach you to defy the will of the high elves!" yelled the notoriously snobish brat of an ice witch from over her shoulder as she swaggered accross the bridge to the other side. The bridgekeeper had been defeated in direct confrontation, all over the matter of a few simple copper coins toll intended as payment for use of the bridge and to raise funds for maintenance of the countryside roads it connected. Now he was halfway to feezing to death, his booth was in spinters from a miniature glacier, and he was desperately trying to find a way to escape from the ice creeping up his legs.

The arrogant witch turned at watched her latest victim struggle as the frostbite curse enclosed the naieve human in its chilly grip. She chuckled to herself with evil pride, as he cried out for help and started chipping away at some of the ice with a pathetically tiny mallet. If help didnt come soon, he was doomed, and she knew it.
"you want your palm crossed with coin? here!" As she rested her weight on her icecrystal wand, a single copper coin flicked up into the air from her thumb over the side of the bridge into the river below.
"peasant trash like you are nothing more than insects to me" She raised her wand and pointed straight at the terrified man "and now for the killing swat!"

One false move, and it would be over. He would be encased in a wall of ice, that by the time it melted in tomorrows sun, would have chilled him to the bone and left him expired beyond revival. Just as the deadly icicle began weaving from the tip of his oppenents wand, a rock flew in from nowhere and deflected the most lethal of the magical energies straight back onto the evil witch. Most of the energies were deflected - he raised his arms to shield his face, then eveything went black.

When we woke, he felt his body wedged underneath something big, heavy, and pleasant. He opened his eyes groggily and looked around the interior of the cave lit only by a small firepit close by. He was snuggled in a bed of furry animal skins, something meaty smelling was cooking in the caste iron pot boiling over the fire, and something was gripping him like a vice accross his chest and over his legs...something that felt like it was breathing in and out down the back of his neck.

He tried to leap out of bed as soon as he realised he was not dreaming. The witch, the bridge, the ice, the rock; what happened? And most importantly, he knew as a matter of fact that no one in this realm lived in a cave. no one human anyway. But his limbs were so full of pins and needles they would simply not obey him any more than tremble. He turned his head, and came face to face with the sternum of some larger humanoid creature. He had apparently been using the breasts of this creature as a pillow. Curiosity turned to dread when he realised he was obviously outmuscled by whatever kind of humanoid this was - male or female. His vision wandered upwards accross the coarse dark skin over the chest of the female beast, up the sinew cords of her neck, past the sabertoothed jawline, and into the eyes of the beast itself.

She was a troll. A kind of sub category of humans that appeared in the magical catastrophe that caused fully half the known human population to transform into various enclaves of fantastic creatures crossed with man and beast along with orcs, ogres, elves, dwarves, and a whole menagerie of half human magical creations. He had heard terrible things about the trolls though - cannibals, night stalkers, terrorising isolated villages for loot, and dragging away innocent bystanders for satiate their tast for human flesh. If he wasnt frozen just before, he certainly was now from fear.

"you finally woke up" said her deep hoary voice accented by the small tusk like teeth that poked out at the corners of her mouth. "I hope your warm enough now after what the witch did to you at the bridge".
He stared back into her eyes with feline pupils. "Im sorry, was that your territory? Please, please dont eat me"
That made the she troll giggle a bit at she raised herself up, letting his head thud on the sackcloth below,and straddled him like riding a horse.
"dont worry cute human, Im strong enough to protect you if she ever tries to get her broken wand back when she thaws out"
She flashed a toothy grin, as she placed her brawny fists on her hips and inhaled while flexing her muscles to impress her captive. "you can always just hide behind a big troll like me, im as strong as an ox"

He was speechless, terrified, and strangely aroused all at the same time. without realising it at first, he had pitched a tent of his own in the crude sheet of his bed at the sight of his new muscular dominator. The she troll chuckled again, and changed her pose.
"do you like what you see, human? am I strong enough to protect you from your huntress?"
Her fists opened to paws and were brought down to her waist as she flexed as much muscle as she could for him at once. Her laterals flared out like the hood of a cobra, her traps at the sides of her neck bulged up, hair from her armpits bristled under her shoulders and her pectorals heavend her breasts apart her chest filled with volume.

His dick never felt so hard before. Maybe this was a dream of a dying man, his last thoughts were hallucinations of his favourite sexual fetish of muscle bulging against muscle on a female body. He looked at her cooking pot, just sitting there, boiling something away inside....he checked his own body to make sure none of his limbs had been sawed off in his sleep. He suddenly noticed again that the cooking pot was acually much larger and farther away than first thought. It was massive! enough to feed a whole troop of men, enough to cook and entire animal. maybe she was going to eventually cook him? just keep him here like a pet, fattening him up, stuffing him full and pinching his meat until he was just right to go into her own monsterous belly as her favorite meal?

He struggled a little, but he was exhausted and weak as a kittten. She seemed friendly enough at first, but all he could do was hope that was to last.

she leaned over him and put her face up close. A tongue like a bathroom mat licked up the side of his neck to his cheek on the side of his face. The primitive show of affection and concern did little to put him at ease. He fainted right on the spot hoping his captor would at least spare him from torture.