The Comeback - Ongoing story

[El_Roy_1999]

These are the first three parts of a current story that I am writing on the side. There might even be illustrations at a later time. Enjoy!

The Comeback

The very blond, very wrinkle-free anchor announced the next segment:
"In other news, female bodybuilding has a new world champion. The fringe sport is known for its ... unconventional aesthetics and has been criticized for the rampant steroid abuse, but it is still going strong. Elena Gutierrez has the details."
The picture switched to a Latina beauty with wonderfully wavy Hollywood hair.
"Sweating, dieting and training. Female bodybuilding is all about self-control and overcoming the limits of one's own body. After its heyday in the 1980ies, the sport has lost a lot of its appeal, but that is about to change. Thanks to an anonymous sponsor, an international championship has been held, and we have an overall winner. She's 5'6" and weighs 260 pounds at only 8% bodyfat. Hailing from Nepetrovsk, Russia, here's Elisaveta Simonovna."
The camera panned to bring the champion into view. The spectators nodded. That woman was massive. Her shoulders were so big it was hard to fit her and the interviewer in the frame. Her body was very dry and her neck was bulging with power, her traps all swollen and hard. Her platinum blond hair was tied in a traditional-looking braid and her thick, tanned pecs were covered by a tiny bikini top that desperately tried to create the illusion of breasts.
She gave the camera a little wave, her ripped and thick biceps shaking.
"Hello!" She said with a thick accent. Her voice was quite deep, but not as manly as one would expect from a person so huge and roided.
The interviewer asked:
"So, how do you feel about winning this competition?"
The regulars at the Iron Bar grumbled. Patrick turned to Melissa:
"You'd have beaten her, wouldn't you?"
Melissa shrugged. She was just here to enjoy her evening. At fifty-five years, she was far away from these challenges. After her career as a bodybuilder, she had switched to personal training and ran her own gym. She stayed in shape, still putting in one or two hours of work a day into her fitness, but she was nowhere the size or definition she once was.
The other patrons chimed in.
"Patrick's right. You'd have blown her away back in the day."
She sighed:
"Let bygones be bygones. Boys, I'm over fifty now. It's been thirty years ago. No one remembers anymore."
"But look at her! She's Russian. We can't have that! We came up with that sport, we need a champion from here. We couldn't let some Chinese win the Superbowl!"
There were some cheers and vague grunts of patriotism. Alvin, the barkeeper and Melissa's ex-husband, declared:
"Babe, you would have won. Hands down. And I bet you still have it in you."
"Al, seriously? You too?"
The guests went into a chorus of "U-S-A!" and "Melissa!" until she put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. They went silent. She said:
"Guys, I appreciate the feeling, but I gotta go home now. Feed my cat and things like that. So please, drop it."
They were disappointed, but Melissa got her jacket and waved goodbye. She stepped outside into the downpour and pulled up her hood. A little walk would do her good. As she went past the dark windows of the shops, she couldn't help but taking a look at her reflection. It was dark and the jacket made her look bigger, but she did still have a lot of mass. She smiled. Maybe she could do that. She shook her head. That was stupid. She didn't have that kind of money. And besides, years of hard training and heavy drugs had screwed her up. She should be happy that she was in such a good shape despite everything that happened and be done with it.
At home, she got out of the wet clothes and stripped down to her underwear. She looked at herself again. She could imagine herself being big again. Her eyes fell on her trophies. Bodybuilding was an endurance sport. You could get better with age. You needed to develop muscle maturity.
She could try.
Nah.

She was back in the gym the next day, doing her routine and taking care of her clients. Most of them were older people that trained to stay mobile and fit and only one or two of them were really into bodybuilding. They liked that she was a former champion and appreciated her discipline and focus. Also, her posing routines were still legendary, especially for someone her size.
Nora, her most recent client, was just preparing for a physique competition. She was already quite annoyed over the diet, but Melissa managed to cheer her up by adding a nice little extra bit of rhythm to her routine.
"Just give your butt a little shake. It won't do much, but you'll feel sexier and the crowd will love it. The judges won't mark you down and the applause might help."
Nora tried to do it, but Melissa had to show it again.
"Whoa, Mel, I love your ass. I can't believe you still got it."
"It's nothing."
"No, seriously. I just heard of the guys who want you to compete again against that Russian, and they're absolutely right."
"What guys?"
Nora took out her phone and showed her. They had set up a clumsy little social media page, and even a petition.
"Get the trophy back home! Let Melissa do it!"
It had more than a thousand subscribers.
She groaned. Then she went back to training her.

Later that day, she went to the bar. It was still pretty empty. Only the guys that were always there anyway were looking, vaguely waving at her.
She walked up to Alvin and asked:
"Did you set up that page?"
"Me? No. You know how it is. I don't know anything about the internet. But I did set up that jar."
He pointed at a jar that was surprisingly full of money. There was a note on it that said: "Melissa's competition fund".
She scratched her neck.
"What do you think? Should I do that? I mean, I have a year to get ready. I could do it, you know. Get big again."
"I wouldn't mind. This time, we're both old enough not to screw up our lives and the kids are doing their own thing. You wouldn't be fucking up your family. But in the end, it's your choice."
Melissa turned around. The TV was running, showing some stupid thing about people being idiots. Hm.
She nodded.
"I'll do it. One year and I'll blow that girl away!"

Melissa went to work the next day, planning her diet and her training schedule. She was 5'8" and she weighed 180 pounds of moderately lean muscle. To keep up with that girl, she had to put on at least a hundred pounds of muscle over the year, preferably more, and dry up to a level she hadn't reached in thirty years.
That was a tall order. She sighed. At her best times, she had topped out at 210 pounds for a competition and she had been considered enormous back in the day. And that girl was fifty pounds heavier. Fuck.
She was pretty sure she had bitten off more than she could chew. On the other hand, she had thirty years of experience now, she was an expert at posing and a lot of the mistakes she had made earlier on wouldn't come up now. There was also the matter of the supplements. Back in the day, the drugs they had used had been quite horrible. The side effects had never quite gone away. Now, the stuff was way easier to use and less dangerous, while also being more efficient.
She still used some light stuff just to keep her shape, nothing too harsh. If she could find someone who really knew their stuff, that would help.
For now, she had to start somewhere, so she started on her arms. She always liked them most. And her shoulders. Having a wide, intimidating frame had been the best part about her career. People just naturally left her room to do her thing. Not that anybody tried to push her now, but back in the day, she had been truly amazing.
She grinned when she thought of her former looks, in her posing suit, all tanned and shiny, glistening in the light and looking ripped. It had been a weird time, but she wouldn't miss it. And now, it was time to get it back.
She grabbed the dumbbells and went to work, going through her curls.

After a week of training, she noticed that her muscles hadn't forgotten. They were growing again, and surprisingly fast too. Sure, she was stuffing herself with protein and trained hard, but she hadn't expected such rapid gains. Still, she would need a coach. Just doing this on her own would mean breaking down somewhere along the way.
Nora noticed her results first. Melissa wanted to surprise the guys at the bar, so she dressed down, opting for wide shirts, blouses and skirts. At the gym, she was wearing her usual tight outfits, so it was hard to miss.
The young black muscle girl grinned:
"So it's for real?"
"What do you mean?"
"The challenge. You're going up against that Russian chick."
"How ... Who told you?"
"Oh, it's on the net. People want you to win."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. They're turning you into a kind of folk hero."
"But I didn't even start training for real!"
"No one cares. It's the internet."
"Okay ... Anyway, I guess you can help me. I'm going to need a coach for nutrition and supplementation. And for staying motivated. Any ideas?"
Nora smiled:
"I'd suggest you, but that won't work out, I guess. Nah. You need Sila. She's amazing. I own all her books. She's the queen bee of eating right nowadays."
"So, I'm going to ask her."
"Good luck with that. She's a real recluse. I can really recommend her books, though."
"Could I borrow them?"
"Sorry, I got them on my reader."
Melissa took a moment to understand what this was about, then said:
"Okay. You know what, I'm just going to buy them and talk to her."
"Good luck with that."
"Anyway, back to lifting."
That evening, Melissa despaired at trying to download the books, failed, and gave up. She did manage to send an e-mail. She looked at Sila's social media accounts. There were no pictures of her, only nature stuff. Rocks, sunsets, woods, lakes, things like that.
And then it dawned to her. She knew that place. She grinned. When she was a kid, her parents would take her and her brother to spend their holidays at some forgotten lake, keeping them safe from nuclear war and hippies. This was where she discovered her love of strength. Funny that this place would pop up again.
Time for an impromptu trip to the lakes.

She got out of the truck, stretching her strong arms and rolling her shoulders. Then, she hopped a little, her dance limbering her legs. Road trips were terrible. She looked over to Al, who was just looking for a cigarette. Of course, having her ex drive her all the way here was a little weird, but Melissa and him had been separated for twenty years and they ended up being friends. So all she had to do now, was getting that woman to agree to coach her.
What could be easier?
She walked up to the hut by the lake. From the pictures, she was certain this was the one. She knocked on the door.
No reaction.
She tried it again.
Nothing.
The musclewoman took a few steps back. There was smoke rising from its stack. Someone was home.
She knocked a third time.
At last, there were steps inside and then, the door opened a little. She could barely see the woman on the other side.
"Go away."

Melissa knocked again, but there was no answer. She sighed. Okay. If this was how this was going to be played out, fine. She had seen quite a lot of martial arts movies back in the day, so she walked back to the car, got her stuff and told Al to leave her. She would call him as soon as she had this worked out.
Then she sat down on the porch and waited.
After a while, somebody peeked through the blinds. The door opened again and the woman said:
"Go away now. Or I'll call the cops."
"Then do so."
The woman inside harrumphed and closed the door again. Melissa shrugged and sat there for the rest of the afternoon, stretching her limbs and doing light isometrics. She knew she was wasting time she could use to train, but she decided it was worth a shot.
When the sun went down, she rolled out her sleeping bag and gave the door one last look. It was closed, obviously. As she drifted off into a strange dream, she wondered whether she had made the right decision.
She awoke at dawn. It was cold and there was dew everywhere. She sighed and got out in the cold reluctantly. That's when she saw her.
Melissa understood. If this Sila was so amazing, why didn't she compete or show up on the circuit? The answer was simple. If one was as tall as her, she had no chance to reach a level at which she could win. The woman was probably 6'6", maybe even more. She was fit, but with all that body, she would have to build ridiculous amounts of mass just to look good.
Sila was standing there, facing the rising sun. Then, she went through a stretching routine, before jumping into the lake and swimming. Melissa watched her. That woman was quite the athlete. She wondered why she didn't focus on any other sport.
Then, as the young woman emerged, the bodybuilder tried to ask for help, but she just passed her by and returned inside. Melissa stayed there, disappointed.

She spent the rest of the day watching her. Sila would come out and chop wood, she would go to the garden behind the house and pick some vegetables and herbs, she would work on her computer and she would mostly relax. It was a surprisingly, well, lazy lifestyle. If it weren't for the necessity to carry water to the house, it was quite easy.
The next day was the same. As was the third day. But then, Melissa joined her in the water and swam with her. Silently. She no longer talked to her, she didn't even look at the statuesque woman. She just focused on the swimming. After this, she helped with the wood.
Once this was done, she returned to her place on the porch, still waiting.
After six days, Sila opened the door in the morning after their swim and said:
"Okay, come in."
Melissa got up. A week of relaxation and enjoying nature had actually helped her clear her head. She could understand why Sila lived here. She stepped inside. The place was Spartan. There was very little furniture and it really was just a single room with a bed and a table. There was a small setup for a computer, but that was it. Other than that, there was no modern technology.
Sila went to work, fixing themselves cups of tea.
"So, what do you want?"
The old woman hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Tea. Please."
After taking a sip, she felt warm again for the first time in days. It was amazing how good it was. Then, she explained the whole story.
The tall woman waited, thinking. Then she sighed:
"I will help you. I'll need a place to sleep and a place to cook."
"How much will it cost me? I just need to make a plan."
"Don't worry. I think you're worth it."
There was an awkward silence. Sila was half her age, but she treated Melissa like a complete novice. Suddenly, the tall girl giggled.
"I'm sorry, but I just wanted to get away from everything and then you show up and go all kung fu movie on me and ... Whatever."
Melissa smiled. This would be great. She liked her already.

Back to civilization, Melissa went to work for real this time. Sila was a bit intimidated by the attention, but her "student" did her best to keep her in the background. With the nutritionist's help, she soon started putting on the pounds.
The older woman was surprised by the strictness. Back in the day, there had been rules, yes, but in a way, they were more like guidelines. The athletes were expected to stick to them, but it was generally seen as pointless to be too religious about them.
Sila was the prophet of correct eating. She insisted on preparing all the food herself, submerging herself in towers of plastic tins and filling them with precisely weighed and assembled menus. For Melissa, this was a bit much. She was used to occasionally go on a party, even when preparing for a competition. She would drink maybe half a glass of beer and eat some sausages, maybe even a small slice of cake. As long as she wasn't dieting, there could be no harm done, couldn't there?
Wrong!
When Sila found out, she suddenly appeared during Melissa's massage and said:
"I heard you've been cheating on your diet."
"Me? No. Not at all. I just had a small slice of cake at Gaby's party."
A thumb was rammed ruthlessly into Melissa's tensed muscles. She yelped:
"Hey! Stop that! It hurts!"
"It better! What do you think you are doing? How can you hope to win if you cheat on yourself?"
"Ow! Ow! Stop! Stop! Come on! It was just a tiny ..."
"No. No cake."
Melissa shouted at her ex who was kneading her back muscles:
"Al, do something!"
He chuckled:
"Face it, Mel, she's right."
"Don't you dare stab me in the back, Al!"
Grinning, he sank his fingers into the same spot as Sila. Melissa groaned.

"Following our report on the Russian champion bodybuilder Elisaveta Simonovna, a challenger has arisen to fight for our country. I'm here in Callowhill, Pennsylvania, with Melissa Whitmore, who is training to defeat her and, as she says, bring the trophy back to where it belongs."
Elena Gutierrez turned to Melissa as the camera panned to her. She was looking good. Nora had helped her with the makeup, doing her best to make her look younger and more vigorous. Her muscles were growing nicely. She had managed to add maybe ten pounds recently, and the diet was definitely working. This was good, hard mass, with little flab. She was feeling the strength return, her clothes getting tight.
For the show, she was wearing a sleeveless workout top and some tight capri pants, both off-white with red, white and blue details. Nothing too extreme yet, but useful for framing the competition. Al had insisted on this. After all, they needed the donations.
Melissa smiled and waved at the camera, careful to give her muscles a bit of a flex to show it off. She had pumped up right beforehand, and she was feeling good.
"Hi!"
"So, Melissa, tell us about your challenge."
"It's easy, really. We saw your show and the guys convinced me to start training again. I know I can do this and I will win the trophy for our country."
"That's great. But aren't you a bit old?"
Melissa had been expected things like these. She took a quick breath to stop herself from scowling and smiled instead:
"Don't worry, Elena, I have been training all my life and bodybuilding is a long-term sport. You have to stay on the ball to build a solid foundation. I'm certain I'll be in the best shape I can be when push comes to shove."
"You told me you have a great team to help you. Just how much work is it to be a champion bodybuilder?"
"You know how it is, it's a lot of work, but it's also great fun. Plus, it's really healthy. It protects the heart and the bones and it gives me a lot of energy. So winning the competition is one thing, but the true victory is the strength that comes with it!"
The reporter turned back to the camera:
"As you can see, Melissa is brimming with confidence." In the background, the older woman hit a double biceps pose and poked out her tongue. "We wish her good luck and we'll keep the audience posted! This is Elena Gutierrez, and back to you, Janet."
The camera was switched off and Melissa relaxed. Elena turned to her and said:
"We're going to visit you again in a month or so. Keep us posted on this. I want this to be my big story."
"Cool! Thank you."
"Maybe we'll even make a big segment showing your training."
"That would be awesome. Just tell me when you want to come over!"
Melissa was relieved. That went well. She said goodbye to the reporter and returned to work.

At the Iron Bar, the regulars assembled to watch the segment. When it was over after maybe twenty seconds, there was a lot of tension in the room.
"What does she mean, 'Aren't you a bit old?'. I mean, what kind of question is that?"
"Fucking media! They can't just stay neutral."
"Yeah, right. Screw them! Our Mel, she's the best. That woman should just go back to her commie friends if she loves them that much!"
Al drew them another beer and smiled at Melissa. She was sitting there with her tea and watched the "debate".
"If you're not careful, you're going to be national news, Mel."
"Come on. When did women's bodybuilding ever do anything other than grossing people out?"
"Times have changed. People's reactions have been really positive on the social media account. We're actually getting money here."
"Seriously? Wow. Well, maybe I have a chance after all." She nodded happily. "Listen, I'm going to turn in. Sila hates it when I miss my sleep."
"You really got yourself your own little dictator, didn't you?"
"Oh yes. Definitely."

Nora came to the gym, looking all happy.
"Guess who just got her pro ... Whoa."
She found Melissa sitting on the bench, doing concentration curls with seventy pound dumbbells. The older woman was groaning as she pulled the weight back up, working nice and slow. Every time it went up, Nora could see her biceps swell, a thick ball of muscle stretching her skin. She watched as Melissa finished the set.
"And twenty. Wow." Melissa set the weight down and wiped the sweat from her brow. She looked at Nora. "Sorry, I just have to do the other arm right now."
"It's cool. Can I watch?"
"Sure. Enjoy."
Melissa went to work. Nora was amazed. Every movement was calm and controlled. No jerking around, no rushed moves, just slow and, well, concentrated curling. Melissa carefully used her breath to regulate her power. Her arms were swelling and relaxing in their steady rhythm. Nora liked what she was seeing. She wondered if she'd reach this zen level of control eventually. Sure, she could do this for a while, but when she got bored, she'd lose focus. With Melissa, it was obvious that she was only thinking of this. And it was obviously hard.
Sweat was pouring from her body, her muscles were fighting hard to move the weight and she was keeping the pain at bay with her willpower.
At last, the set was over and she set the weight down.
She got up. Nora couldn't help but admiring her. Since she started again, Melissa had really tightened her body. What little flab she had had disappeared and little bits of definition were popping up all over her body. She was getting into shape as if it were nothing.
The older woman wiped the worst sweat off and asked:
"So, what's news?"
"I got my pro card!"
A smiled spread over Melissa's face and she embraced her student happily. Nora's silicone breasts pushed against her developing pecs. She had always found those things odd, but at physique level, it was expected. Nora liked them and showed them off whenever she could.
"That's amazing! Good work!"
"It was all thanks to you."
"Me? Not at all, you did all the work."
"Stop being so modest. You were amazing and I want to pay you back."
"It's alright."
Nora got out of the embrace and took a step back:
"No, seriously. You're going to need all the help you can get, so I'm going to do everything that I can."
Melissa smiled:
"Thank you."
"Good. Now get back to work. I'll join you for the next set!"
"Right away."

Elisaveta was standing in the middle of her training room like a statue, the two hundred-twenty pound barbell in her hands. She was doing shrugs and her body was feeling like a ball of pain. She gritted her teeth and forced her lips into a smile. This was how you were supposed to act. Training as a ballerina and a gymnast had made her able to turn the torture into a mask of happiness.
The effect was bizarre. Her face was all hard and tight, the roids and growth hormones having transformed her slim, elegant jaw into something wider and more bestial. She didn't mind. Her "sponsor" loved her this way. He had his wife to take care of his children and be elegant on formal occasions, but he had Elisaveta when it came to passion. When he came to visit her or asked her to meet him, she would let him fuck her any way he wanted and she loved it. She was horny all the time anyway. His order for her not to screw with anybody else annoyed her, though.
She found it hard not to fuck her trainers. They were good-looking, strong and tough. Mostly though, they were here. And Viktor wasn't.
Ever since her win at the championships, he had been even hornier, but at the same time, he had to take care of his business, so he would only pop over for an hour or so and disappear again. Once, they only fucked in the limo on the way to the airport. She hated that. It left her craving more and she had to satisfy herself with her fist.
Well, for now, she could just channel her horniness into her pumping.
That's when the phone came on. She told it to answer and put it on the large TV screen.
It was Viktor. Her smile turned into a grin. She licked her lips.
"Lizochka, how are you?"
She flexed her shoulders, making them swell to an insane size and said:
"I'm fine, but I'm very horny. You have to come here fast. I need your cock."
"I can't. But there's something I need you to take a look at."
"Dick pic?"
"Later."
Melissa appeared on screen. Viktor said:
"This American woman wants to beat you."
"Hah! She has no chance. Look at her. She's tiny!"
"I know, but I want you to defeat her utterly. I want you to humiliate her. Those fuckers deserve it!"
"It'll be a pleasure. I will get even bigger. I will crush her. I will be the best. For you!"
"Yes! That's great. I hope I can see you soon."
"I need you here, Vitya."
He disappeared and she returned to her training. She would destroy that ridiculous woman!

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Melissa looked at her reflection in the mirror. Wow. Things were really coming together. She flexed her arms, extended her fingers and smiled as her biceps grew a little more. She was looking big now. The diet was harsh, but it paid off. She was gorging herself on protein like a madwoman, and her muscles were growing like crazy. She did a little turn and showed off her side triceps. Amazing! Nora clapped:
"Damn, girl, you're huge!"
She was approaching two hundred pounds now, and the extra mass was mostly muscle, hardly any fat. Even better, she had managed to tighten what she already had. Nora got up and said:
"Do the crab pose next."
"Sure."
Taking a deep breath, Melissa spread her wings and forced her traps out. She grinned. Nora clapped her hands.
"Awesome! You're going to win this!"
Melissa sighed.
"I'm not sure. That girl is at least eighty pounds heavier than I am and she's got a whole year to get even better. Plus, who knows what she's shooting."
In that moment, the door of the gym was thrown open and Sila came in. The tall woman had settled in quite well and was now feeling comfortable enough to relax.
"I got your stuff, Melissa!"
"My stuff?"
"The best!"
She set a box on the nearby table and opened it. Nora and Melissa peeked inside. There were rows of glass vials. The older musclewoman asked:
"What is this?"
Sila took one out and showed it around. It was a nondescript clear liquid.
"This is a special mix I got for you. A friend of mine made it. It's potent as hell and will put your muscles into overdrive."
"So this is better than the gear I used to shoot?"
"It's on a completely different level. I have no idea what you've been doing back then, but this is quantum computing to your abacus."
Melissa whistled. Nora nodded.
"And what about the side-effects?"
"There will be some, obviously. No effects without side-effects. But these drugs give you a much better payoff."
"Okay ..."
"You can expect to look way different when this is through. You should be able to get huge with them and I guess your face will look different too."
"Big jaw, huh?"
"Definitely. You can also expect your clit to grow."
Nora blushed as she heard Sila talk about things like that in such a matter of fact way. She had noticed that she had grown way hornier on her own cycles and, yes, her clit had become a little bigger, but ...
Melissa looked at her and smiled at her embarrassment.
"Don't worry. The gear we were using back then was pretty bad. If this is less dangerous, I'm all in. Besides, my clit's been big for thirty years now."
There was a pause from Nora. Melissa noticed her look.
"So you wanna take a look?"
"Err ... I just want to know what's coming for me."
"Thinking of going heavier yourself?"
"I guess so."
Sila rolled her eyes.
"I will go outside while you finish your 'show me yours, I'll show you mine' stuff."
Nora's awkwardness spread all over her face. The woman was amazingly cute, so Melissa hesitated for a moment. Then she pulled down her training pants and flashed her pussy. It wasn't shaved right now and her clit was a little smaller than it had been all those years ago, but it was still pretty big, maybe an inch long. Nora stared.
"Wow. It's like a little penis."
"Well ... Not really."
Nora's hand went out, but Melissa took a step back, pulled her pants back up and slapped the young woman's fingers.
"Stop it!"
Nora was on the verge of fainting. She only now realized what she almost did and it was even more awkward than before.
Melissa breathed out sharply and said:
"Let's get this over with, shall we?"
"I'm sorry. Mel, I'm really sorry."
"Whatever."

"Yes! Put it in! Now!"
Elisaveta snarled at Viktor, her strange voice shifting to an even deeper register. She was practically growling at him. Viktor grinned and stuck the needle into the skin of her ass. He pressed down the plunger and heard her hiss as the pain hit her.
"Oh yes ... Oh yes! This is great. Viktor, I am going to be huge! Please, fuck me! I need this!"
He pulled the needle out and stared at her wide, muscle-packed back and her thick, hard glutes. This girl was crazy and he loved it. He ran his hands over her butt-cheeks and slipped his fingers between the ripped masses of her thighs. She grumbled lustfully and egged him on:
"Yes! The clitoris. You must rub it. Pull it! Make me cum!"
His hand went to her cock-like appendage.
"Lizochka ..."
He ran his fingers along its little shaft and felt it harden. The musclegirl gritted her teeth, tightening her legs and blocking his hand. Viktor focused on her cunt, making his insanely muscular girl squirm.
"You like that, don't you, Vitka? You like to tease me ..."
"Oh yes. I want to make you beg ..."
He caught her clit between two fingers and pulled on it, its little round head pulsating. Her legs closed even tighter and she came with an unladylike grunt. She released him, but soon turned around, pulling him behind her on the bed.
With a lusting gargle, she threw him on the bed. Viktor was a big man, but this over-muscled girl was unstoppable. She climbed on top of him, her full, plumped lips dripping, her long blond hair cascading over her insane traps and shoulders. She was a sight to behold.
Elisaveta was both an insane musclehead that tortured herself with shocking intensity to wring every last bit of muscle from her tormented body, and a rather vapid girly-girl that loved her make-up, her hair and her perfectly manicured nails.
She climbed on top of him, pinning him on the bed with her sheer mass. Viktor wasn't a small man, but she was way heavier than him, and her defined muscles were more than strong enough to hold him down.
"Vitka, I need your cock. Now!"
He stood to attention. She slipped her cunt on him and started squeezing his dick with her muscles.
"I will crush that woman. You'll see: When she gets on the stage, she will cry. She will only want to run. And I will be the champion. I will be the biggest and hardest ... Yes!"

Al grinned. The regulars were filling the jar up nicely and Melissa had announced that she would give them all a taste of her progress. Of course, he couldn't do a strip show at the bar, but it would hardly count as such. After all, Melissa was way in her fifties. That wouldn't count, would it?
Oddly enough, there were a few women too. Besides that tall one and the black one, that is. Those two were always lurking around Melissa now, something he found at least a little dubious. He knew that his marriage with her had mostly broken down because her bodybuilding had taken up all her time and because of certain ... infidelities on his part, but he suspected that Melissa's interest and commitment might also have waned because of her tastes.
Anyway.
He grinned as that Gutierrez woman came in. He liked her. She had a good figure and a nice face. Also, she had adopted their little town and since she started reporting on Melissa, there had been more tourists. Not a whole lot, but a few.
Dan, his waiter, cook and jack of all trades was fixing the lighting on the small stage. Usually, local bands played their sets on it for a case of beer and some food. Tonight, Melissa would blow them away. He hadn't seen her this nervous in years. If this went well, they might get a much needed boost to their finances. As far as he could tell, that Sila woman was good, but the stuff she needed to work her magic was expensive as hell.
Dan gave him the thumbs up signal and disappeared in the kitchen.
Al stretched and told the guys at the bar:
"Let's get this started. I'm going to fetch her."
They nodded vaguely. He locked the tap and went "backstage".

[horst11]

Are you going to continue this story? Love the plot... hope to see more. Thanks

[El_Roy_1999]

Definitely!

[El_Roy_1999]

Here's the next part!

Melissa was there in her posing suit, pumping up. Al grinned. Nice choice of outfit: White stars on blue background for the top, red and white stripes on the panties. With TV being around, she had to do anything she could to appeal to the masses.
She was looking good. Al had always been a musclehead himself, and he had discovered early on that he liked his women big too. Most bodybuilders that weren't gay just preferred the bikini type, but for him, they could never be big enough. That's what had kept him close to Melissa at first and eventually led to further developments. Sure, when she started, she had been pretty normal, but once her career picked up, she just craved the size.
For him, these years had been incredible. They were both roided and coked up to their ears and they had basically fucked each other through the entire decade. When things calmed down and the heydays of bodybuilding had passed without any breakthrough on their side, they stopped doing this and settled down.
That's when trouble started and he lost his way.
And now, he could watch her have her comeback and his lust was there. Fuck. If he known this would happen, he'd have kept his dick under control.
She took a deep breath and spread her wings. She was amazing. The diet was working wonders and the stuff she was shooting now was like a turbocharger on her physique. She was getting big again and fast! Soon, she'd outgrow her own top shape.
He licked his lips.
Melissa looked at him, her face all made up and her body covered in that icky fake tan bronzing shit. The black girl was there with her and said:
"It's just a test, but I think you'll look great on stage."
"What do you thnk, Al?"
She turned to him, her muscles bulging.
"I would say it takes ten years off your face."
Nora smiled. Melissa rolled her eyes:
"I was talking about the muscles."
"They're incredible. If you go on like this, you'll beat her."
"I am trying not to think about that right now."
"Okay, let me rephrase that: You're going to blow those guys away. Just do one of your sexy routines and ..."
Nora cocked an eyebrow.
"Sexy routines?"
Melissa sighed:
"You'll see."

Soon after, Al grabbed the mike and announced:
"Ladies and gentlemen, here's the lady you've all been waiting for! Here's our Melissa, who's going to defend our country's honor against the Russkies!"
There was a certain confusion among the younger audience, but all in all, people were pretty excited.
"America the Beautiful" blared out in some rather pumping version and she stepped on the tiny stage. The lights went up and she was first seen in silhouette, then fully. She smiled at the audience, then started her routine. There was a lightness and easy look to it. Her movements seemed effortless. She was having fun, she was rather cocky, basking in the spectators looks. Her newly dyed hair was bouncy and full. She lifted her arms and made her biceps shake and harden.
The crowd cheered. She answered with a seductive smile that somehow didn't come across as weird from a woman her age. Instead, she radiated confidence and a kind of relaxed sexiness.
Melissa flaunted her muscles a bit more, showing off her abs and flaring her back just enough not to scare people. She avoided the most muscular pose, instead adding a little pec bounce which made the sewn-in material in her top wiggle.
Then she turned around and focused on her hard, big and thick butt. People clearly loved what they saw. She jumped off the stage, Dan guiding the projector to follow her.
The people in the front row stared at her bulging muscles. Most were guys, but there were a few women too. She swaggered past them, swinging her hips and shooting them looks that could melt steel. Elena Gutierrez stared at that muscle-packed mid-fifties woman just showing off her massive physique and basking in the adulation of all those guys half her age. Despite being grotesque and weird, she was turning their heads and making them, well, hard. Elena could see their pants getting tights. She expected the women to slap their men, but they were just as mesmerized. It took her a moment to understand what was happening.
Melissa was just oozing confidence. She stood in front of a big guy and flexed her right arm. He hesitated, but she just gave him an encouraging nod and he followed suit. His biceps was pretty big, but nowhere as ripped. The older musclewoman showed off hers, comparing it to his arm, then gave him a little kiss on the cheek and walked over to the next guy.
She outmuscled a few of them, but she never mocked them. This was all good-natured and fun. One of the women in the front row just stared at her, so, Melissa pulled her out of the crowd and let the curious, blushing woman touch her arms. She squeezed Melissa's biceps, or rather tried to.
Despite the pounding of the bass, Elena could tell that the woman was gasping.
Suddenly, her hands went to Melissa's big hard chest. The bodybuilder took that in stride and flexed her pecs, pushing her muscles against the woman's fingers. She almost fainted, but Melissa just led her back and grinned at her husband.
She sauntered back on stage, did a few more very superheroic poses and finally bowed and thanked the audience for their attention.
There were hoots and cheers, applause, the works.
Melissa was back behind the scenes in a moment. She could hear Al:
"Muscle Melissa, ladies and gentlemen! Our All-American Hero who will blow them all away! If you liked what you saw, don't forget to contribute! Every penny counts. A body like that may be hard work, but it also needs a lot of food! So, let's make it happen! U-S-A! U-S-A!"

"Damn, Melissa, what are you doing? You're on national TV!"
"What?"
"It's the President!"
"The what?"
"The President! He just mentioned you."
"Excuse me, but ... What?"
"Look! On the TV. Seriously!"
"Nah, you're pulling my leg."
"I'm not! Just turn it on!"
"Al, I swear to God ..."
Melissa had just gotten up. She had overslept. She had spent the entire evening talking to people at the bar, making herself popular and getting them to support her. She had also given a short interview to that Gutierrez woman. Now, it was ten o'clock, she was a mess and so were her sheets. She didn't get all the make-up off before just losing consciousness.
The TV came on. The morning show host just turned to her guests.
"It's been all over social media. The President himself has endorsed a mostly unknown female bodybuilder from the Midwest. He wrote, and I quote: 'This fine woman won't let age hold her back. She's fighting for America and everybody should do this. Do what you can at what you're best!' So, what do you say: Is our President into musclewomen or is this just red, white and blue patriotism?"
Melissa stared at the screen and the picture of her in her patriotic bikini in the background.
What the hell?

[anon1234]

This is amazing so far. Can't wait for more! This can legit be a premise of a mainstream TV show/ movie.

Love any fictions dealing with clit enlargement and body hair growth and other side affects of steroid abuse as that is a portrayal of the realistic side of the sport. I see that Nora wants the big C too. 

[El_Roy_1999]

This is amazing so far. Can't wait for more! This can legit be a premise of a mainstream TV show/ movie.

Love any fictions dealing with clit enlargement and body hair growth and other side affects of steroid abuse as that is a portrayal of the realistic side of the sport. I see that Nora wants the big C too. 

That would be awesome.


Elizaveta stared at the contents of the box. There was a set of vials and a letter in there. She occasionally received fan mail and little presents from muscle devotees, but this was a first. She ripped the letter open and read it:
"Dear Elizaveta!
I very much appreciate your sacrifice and your hard training. You are making our country proud by showing those pesky Americans what you can do. Here is a little something from our lab that might help you get ahead. Be careful with the dosage and be sure to train hard after injecting it.
Best wishes
P."
The young hulk shook her head. This was weird. She took the documents that came with the vials and leafed through them. That stuff was incredible! She wondered if anybody had tested that on real people. The side effects alone filled page after page. If it didn't kill her, it would probably turn her into monster able to compete against men.
She called her maid:
"Anouchka! Anouchka! Will you help me with something?"
The short, older woman in her black outfit ran in, almost standing to attention. The last time she had taken her time, Elizaveta had barely managed to stop herself from beating her up. When the musclewoman got angry, she found it hard to control her urge to break things and destroy people.
"Yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?"
The maid looked at the gargantuan, deformed blonde. When Viktor had hired her to take care of Elizaveta, he had mentioned something about her being an athlete. That she had since transformed into a muscular monstrosity had shocked her. She still used fillers and make-up to appear vaguely feminine, but the roids were eating away what little she had left. For Anouchka, this also meant shaving her sickening body and grooming her to look seductive and presentable to Viktor. It was insane ...
"Get the syringes. I want to test this."
"Yes, ma'am. Certainly, ma'am."
Moments later, the brutish young woman gritted her teeth and the needle went in. Anouchka stared at her mistress' wide back. She pushed the plunger down, forcing the clear liquid into Elizaveta's ripped backside.
The girl growled. It burned.
"Shit ... This is ... That's some good stuff. Fuck!"
Anouchka secured the needle and took a step back. The young woman pulled her yoga pants back up and turned around. The maid was used to her terrifying look, but whatever that stuff had been, it made it even worse. Elizaveta was grinning like a madwoman and stomped off to her home gym.

Melissa stood in front of the mirror, taking deep breaths. She was completely exhausted, but she was feeling great. Sila and Nora stood behind her and nodded. The black girl spoke first:
"Damn. I didn't think you'd be able to do it."
Sila scoffed:
"Seriously? You doubted me? Girl, I know what I'm doing."
"I wasn't talking about you. You did an awesome job. I didn't think Mel still had it in her."
Melissa rolled her eyes and groaned:
"Nora, stop. This is annoying. I've been working my ass off since day one. Thank you both for your help, but in the end, it was me pumping all that iron!"
Nora laughed:
"Sure. Of course. And I am really impressed. I just ..."
Melissa cut her off with a snort. Lately, she had been really short-tempered. It was due to the drugs, so much was clear. She remembered herself back in the day. No wonder her relationship had failed. She had been angry and tense all the time. At her age, she was pretty sure she could control it a little better, but she was still short-fused. Just the last day, she had exploded into an old lady's face at the supermarket when she had bumped into her with her cart. It would have turned ugly if she hadn't managed to make herself count to ten and calm back down.
She had managed to put on an insane forty pounds over the last months, adding a fifth of her weight and transforming into a bizarre hulk. She had never been even remotely as heavy as she was now and she wasn't sure she liked it. Melissa lifted her arm and gave it a flex. Her biceps swelled and swelled, every pump of her forearm making it bigger. She was absurdly huge.
"Fuck me. I'm just way too big ..."
Nora nodded:
"It's crazy. And that girl is still thirty pounds heavier."
"I can't believe this. How does she do it? I mean, I can barely run anymore, my muscles get in the way all the time and my voice has been dropping for months. I fucking sound like a baritone now and there she is, still bigger than I am!"
"You'll catch up with her, don't worry. Ain't it right, Sila?"
The tall woman sighed:
"I don't know. You're pretty much at your limit now. I mean, I could switch to harder stuff, but I'm not sure that's a good idea."
That's when Melissa's phone beeped. She walked over to it, bent down carefully and picked it up. Just watching her navigate her absurdly huge body made Nora give Sila a worried look.
"Holy crap. Switch the channel and put the sound on!"
" ... Two hundred ninety pounds now. How does that feel?"
The three women stared at the screen. Elena Gutierrez was standing there with ... someone. It took them a moment to realize that this was Elizaveta. The woman was unrecognizable. She looked like a caricature of a female bodybuilder. Or any bodybuilder for that matter. She was monstrously huge, with traps reaching up to her ears and blond hair that could only be a wig. Her lips were full and pink, her face was contoured into oblivion and she was wearing a ridiculous eighties style leotard. It was neon yellow, with a bright blue belt-thing. There was a cut out over her stomach that showed off her thick, slab-like abs. Her skin was a deep chestnut and she was, and Melissa was usually careful with her words, too big.
"It feels incredible! I love it. I am very glad for the competition, because without it, I would never have had the strength to go to this level. Look!"
The young musclewoman lifted her arms and fired off a double biceps pose. The effect was shocking. Elena Gutierrez almost dropped her microphone. The three spectators stared as Elizaveta's muscles just didn't stop getting bigger and all those massive veins and packed fibers expanded. She smiled, her strange, alien face twisting until it found its look. The effect was disconcerting at first, but once it settled, there was a kind of brutal cuteness to her.
"Wow! So, what do you say about the upcoming competition?"
"What competition?" She mock-thought for a second, then said: "Ah, yes, the old woman ... Yes, she is nice. Weak, small, but nice. I like her. Of course, she doesn't stand a chance against my muscles. I just love them. They are like my children!"
Melissa exploded.
"Old woman? Weak? Small? Screw her! Fuck this! Enough. Enough! I've had it. Sila!"
The tall woman looked afraid. The musclewoman's sudden outburst was frightening. Her brow was a mess of veins and lines now and her eyes bulged. The cords of her neck seemed to tear through her skin.
"Sila! I have to beat that asshole! Make me big! Make me huge! I don't fucking care! I just have to destroy that smug little fucker!"
Nora and Sila took a step back to evade Melissa's wild flailing. The hulking woman calmed down for a second and smiled:
"Make me the fucking biggest!"

[El_Roy_1999]

Elena Gutierrez was in her office when the anchorwoman came in. Nina never knocked. She was above primitive things such as courtesy or even basic friendliness:
"Wow, Elena. You actually managed to get a nation-wide headline with your crazy musclewomen. The fucking president has decided to make a big show out of that stupid contest and apparently, the boss man still thinks it's your story."
"Still?"
"Yeah. I wanted him to hand it to me, but that asshole decided that you earned it."
Elena suppressed a grin.
"That's very well then."
The other woman shook her head and closed the door behind herself.
"No, it's not. You're going to give him a call and tell him that you're not covering the story. I'm sure he'll think of me first."
The Latina was earnestly surprised. She hadn't expected Nina to go all in.
"Listen, it's just one story. You all laughed when I got to cover it, now please, just let me have my reward."
Suddenly, Nina was very close to her.
"Your reward is not getting your ass kicked, you little fuck. If our station is getting prime rights to cover that stupid show, then it's going to be me talking to those freaks. Do you understand?"
"Yes. And no. This is my show and ..."
Elena was cut short as Nina's hands shot out and grabbed her throat. She couldn't do much because she was still sitting in her chair. The anchorwoman's face was a mask of rage:
"Let's see ... Do you really want to wreck your career? I don't mind squeezing your throat until your voice is fucked up. So, do you give me my story?"
The younger woman panicked. She was shocked by Nina's strength and ruthless brutality, but she wouldn't give in. This was her shot at getting a serious job. There wasn't much she could do, but ...
The slap hit Nina right in the face.
She screamed and released her.
"You hit my face! You fucking hit my face! Do you have any idea how expensive that was?"
She stumbled backwards.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, you cunt! I'm going to sue you! I'm going to fucking sue you for every fucking cent you'll ever earn! Just you wait ..."
The anchorwoman stormed out, covering her face with both hands. Elena stayed in her chair, touching her mangled throat. That hurt. What a bitch!
It took her a while to calm down. She decided to go for a walk. That was way better than hanging around and risking to run into Nina again. She put on her running shoes and left, briskly walking away from the studio. That was the only real advantage of working at such a small-town channel: At least the building was close to the center, not on some forsaken parking lot far away. Still, Elena longed for the big city, the big job, the position as an anchorwoman. That would be incredible ...
And those women would make it possible. If everything went well, she'd even get an interview with the president! That would definitely put her on the map.
She thought of the muscle freaks. They were ... crazy. But they were also fascinating. She could understand their dedication. She too had changed herself for success. Well, a little success. Back in school, Elena had been an ugly duckling. Once she finally found out what she wanted to do, she focused and ... It worked! She had started going to the gym, she had dieted, she got a nose job and some fillers on her lips, a new hairdo and professional make-up. Lately, she had started using botox. The surgeon told her that she needed to start early, before any visible wrinkles showed. Right now, she was saving money to get her butt done. This way, she could qualify for the "Hottest girls on the News" line, which was her plan B should this bodybuilder thing fail.
Elena stopped for a moment at the park and sat down in the gazebo. There was no one around. Suddenly, she had this strange sensation. Okay, she had had it way before, but now, she felt as if she could give in to it. She loved those women! Not personally, obviously. But metaphorically. Well, more than that. Their absurd muscles! Their bizarre obsession! Their crazy training moves! All of this was completely insane and yet, thinking about their brutal muscles and their insane bodies ...
It did make her horny.
She wondered what it felt like to turn yourself into such a monster. It wasn't sane or healthy or anything. Just the opposite.
She imagined herself running her fingers over their hard muscles, touching the deep groves that had dug themselves through their skin. She'd kiss their mighty pecs, then move up to their shoulders, then to their traps. Those mighty packs of hard, unyielding meat under that tanned skin ... It was crazy. She thought about it. What did it feel like to kiss such a bizarre she-man? Would they taste like women? She was certain that those testosterone-charged beasts would be turned just as much. After all, she was small, weak and soft. Her body was inviting for their madness. They would hold her in their powerful arms, squeeze their outrageous muscles against her and hold her down ...
She would be completely at their mercy.
Elena pulled herself back to reality. She looked around, but there was no one to be seen. Good. The last thing she needed today was more trouble.
Nora was trying to stop Melissa from crushing her. It was crazy. Yes, she was horny too, but holy shit! This woman was out of control. Melissa's heavy body was on top of her, her incredible muscles pumped up and powerful.
"Stop it! Please! Come on, be careful!"
Melissa's voice was a deep growl:
"Fuck! I ... I just need to ..."
Nora shouted:
"I can get you off. Don't worry, but I just need a moment of ..."
"Argh! I'm so fucking horny!"
Sila watched the show with a smile. That was a great performance. The two women were completely overwhelmed by their horniness and she could just enjoy. Her dildo was gliding gently and slowly in and out of her pussy and she could feel her clit grow harder and harder. With those two, things never got boring.
At last, Nora's tongue hit Melissa's long and thick clit. The older woman produced a drawn-out gargle as her body shook and shivered.
"Holy ... Shit! This is ... Do it again ... Oh God, yes ... Yes!"
The tall woman saw Nora's plastic tits getting squished by Melissa's massive roid-gut. This wasn't a good look for most competitions, but damn, did she rock it!
Nora had built up her body some more, but Melissa was out of this world! She wondered how the spectators would react. She expected quite a few of them would throw up.
She grinned.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The President of the United States of America!"
Applause filled the air as the most powerful man in the world walked on stage. He got to the lectern, set his notes on it and smiled at the audience.
The Russian ambassador sat in a box close-by and watched the show intently. If his contacts were right, the American woman stood no chance.
"Good evening, everybody. Tonight, we're going to watch something that's going to prove that our country is great. We make the best cars, we make the best computers and apparently, we also make the biggest women ... I don't know about you, but I didn't even know this was a competition. Back in the eighties, when I last saw that, it was more about boobs and butts. But times change, times change. So, tonight, there's a fine woman who's going to do everything to make America proud. And isn't that what it's all about? Isn't that what it's all about?"
There was some applause. The judges were preparing their stuff and getting ready to take notes. The ambassador sighed. He had expected a speech like that, but honestly ...
Still, this would be impressive. The woman's sponsor had shown him pictures. He didn't understand the appeal, but as long as it humiliated the Americans, why not?

[MegaMassiveMuscle]

Any updates soon?

[El_Roy_1999]

You're right. I kinda forgot about that. Sorry!


Elizaveta was in her changing room. She had it for herself, something which she had demanded and gotten. Viktor was there, staring at her absurdly muscular body. At three hundred and twenty pounds and an insane five percent bodyfat, she was on the verge of collapsing. She had been sweating out the last drops of water and had been pumping up her muscles like crazy. Her trainers were busy painting up every little bit of her musculature, carefully shading and highlighting the masses of flesh. Anouchka was in front of her touching up her make-up. Her hair was a platinum blonde construction with traditional tresses and, well, it was a wig. Given the amount of roids she had been shooting over the last months, it was a wonder there were still some isolated tufts of hair on her scalp. She had just shaved it off. Actually, that was Anouchka's work. Elizaveta could barely reach her head anymore, her muscles constantly rubbing against each other or just colliding and bouncing off. She knew this was too much, and she loved it.
She looked at her reflection and felt so hot. Seeing herself all covered in layers upon layers of pitiless, ripped muscle, Elizaveta still couldn't believe it. She had completely transformed herself, leaving her weakling life behind and becoming a beast!
And tonight, she would destroy that weak woman and humiliate this whole nation.
Suddenly, she felt even hornier. She looked down, only saw her thick pecs and checked out the mirror instead. Under the wall of her chest, she saw one of the trainers rubbing her clit with numbing cream. He explained:
"We wouldn't want you getting an erection out there, would we?"
She grinned. Her face looked masklike under the thick make-up. That was right. She now had a real little cock down there and she loved to jerk it off. But she could accept that this was not something the audience wanted.
The other trainer busied himself with her posing suit, a very flimsy construction in white, blue and red. Just getting it over her huge pecs was a bit of a struggle.
She grinned as she saw her hulking body. In a moment, she would show it to the world. That's when she spotted the reporter. She made a sign with a perfectly manicured hand and asked:
"Any final questions?"
Elena was just stunned. She found it difficult to even take in what she was seeing. This woman had turned herself into a caricature of a human being. Her mind was having a hard time parsing what she was seeing. Elizaveta's shape was just too complicated, with muscles jutting out all over the place, colliding and crunching into each other. The monster laughed:
"Come on, I haven't got all day. My man here is having a hard time not creaming his pants."
Viktor blushed. What did she just say? He did have a hard time concealing his erection but ...
Elena tried to get her interview in.
"Can you talk right now?"
The Russian behemoth nodded awkwardly, her head blocked by her insane neck muscles.
"I can, but don't film my body. I need it to be a surprise!"
Elena nodded.

Nora and Sila were doing their best to support their friend as Melissa tried to find her shoes. She was having a hard time to put her toes into her high heels simply because she couldn't really see them. She also didn't want to fall over now. With the make-up and the tan on and only minutes before stage-time, she really couldn't risk it.
"A little to the left ... Yes ... And now a little forward. Can you feel it?"
"Oh God, why must this be so difficult? Can't you just get the shoes on my feet?"
"We'll need a third person then. I wouldn't want to let you go now."
"Gah. Shit."
Elena came in and almost collapsed. She thought that seeing Elizaveta had immunized her against muscle overloads, but no. Melissa, who barely looked like herself anymore, was just as shocking.
Suddenly, the gigantic woman, if that was even the word to use, turned to her and said:
"Could you help me for a moment?"
"Sure!"
Before she knew it, Elena was on her knees in front of this absurd creature and helped her fasten her shoes. It felt strange and confusing to touch her hard, leathery skin. She looked up and stared at the ridiculously defined abs and the mountainous pecs above them. She had to avert her eyes so as not to get horny.
When the procedure was over, she stood back up, straightened her outfit and looked at Melissa's face. It was completely deformed, her jaws were completely over the top and her cheeks looked like ... There really was no word. She was just bizarre to watch. Whoever had done her make-up had tried their best to make her look human, but with her cleft chin and her thick forehead, she was frankly looking like some fantastic creature.
Without even turning the microphone on, she asked:
"What did you do to yourself?"
The answer was a growling rumble, neither male nor female:
"I got bigger. I have to beat her."
"But ..."
"I know. It looks pretty bad. But I need this."
"Can I do an interview now?"
"Afterwards. I have to focus on this."
Elena stumbled out, completely shocked.

Al, Patrick and the other Iron Bar regulars found their seats. Getting free tickets from Melissa was cool. They could even see the president from where they were sitting. The place was surprisingly crowded. None of them had ever seen any bodybuilding competition this size, especially for a women's contest. The show soon started with a keynote speech by one of the top bodybuilders of all times, extolling the health effects and the positive feeling of self-actualization. The boys and girls from the Iron Bar hadn't seen Melissa in months, but they were pretty certain that this guy was just shitting around. Healthy? Who cared? At that level, the goal was not dying. As with all professional sports past a certain level.
Next, there was a surprisingly sexy acrobatics show by some men and women from Russia. The artists were tough and ripped and certainly knew what they were doing.
Patrick poked Al in the ribs:
"I don't know about you, but I've never seen any bodybuilding competition with such a program."
"Must be the Russians. They'll always try to shove their culture down your throat. Next thing, there will be some fucking ballet."
"Hey, I like ballet."
"Shut it, Patrick."
There was a round of applause and then, finally, it was time. People were getting nervous now. The camera crews were putting in extra work to capture everything. Nina, the anchorwoman, announced the coming attraction to her audience.
"This is it. The moment we have all been waiting for. After a year, we will see if we can defeat the Russians once again ..."
She was satisfied with herself, having managed to relegate Elena to the backstage area.
The lights went down and then, to bombastic music, the two competitors marched in.
Hard spotlights were following them, illuminating their bodies.
The announcer recited their biographical details, but at that point, no one was listening anymore.
Elizaveta had turned herself into an absurd creature, unrecognizable as human anymore. Her face was nested amid two masses of ripped, veiny flesh, tanned into a crisp and swollen. It looked alien, her make-up trying to mask the insanity. Still, it was broad, hard, and angular. Under this, there were her pecs. Those armor plates that had once been covered by soft little breasts were now almost a foot thick and so ripped that every feather stood out an inch from its base. Her posing suit's top managed to cover her nipples, but little more. The whole mass rested on a gigantic roid-gut that suggested that she was nine months pregnant with a pair of super-soldier twins. Her bellybutton was a fleshy knot caught amidst concrete blocks.
She was breathing heavily, trying to keep her absurdly huge body working. Every time, her chest rose and spread. Just watching it was shocking. She tensed her legs, setting off a kind of insane chain reaction that made her thigh muscles explode. The audience could see every painstakingly defined little fiber hardened to perfection. Each thigh was easily bigger than a normal person's waist, no chest. All that mass made her look short and it was difficult to understand how she even moved. Every step she took made her calves bunch out, creating a kind of flesh cinderblock attached to the back of her shin. She was grotesque.
Just then, the attention of the audience switched to the competition. Melissa was every bit as mind-destroying as Elizaveta. Whatever liver-smashing drugs she had submerged herself in, they had worked. Melissa's head was almost getting devoured by a pair of gigantic traps that struggled to reach her ears. The lines of her face were so sharp that they looked as if she had been carved from steel. Her cheeks looked as if somebody had just welded them to her face and her expression was one of painful aggression. This was the look of someone willing to destroy herself to defeat the opposition.
Her chest was constructed of twin rolls of muscle that swung up and down with every step. The top of her posing suit was larger than Elizaveta, but it was obviously not covering anything. What little remained of her breasts was perched in two blue bags with silver stars on them. Under this followed a bloated midsection that seemed vaguely more hourglass-like, simply because her back was even wider. The lower part of her posing suit was way tighter on her thick, three-inch clit that was half-erect from the horniness and aggression.
Melissa's quads were so big they seemed to droop a little, hiding a part of her knees. If she had any weaknesses, then it would be her calves, which were enormous, but just not as absurdly thick as Elizaveta.
The judges tried to fit what they saw into their criteria, but it was easy to see that they were struggling. Those women had moved beyond anything anybody had ever tried.
And then, things went off the rails.
The two women were dazed, hungry, exhausted and horny. They had put themselves through extreme torture for months. Did they really think they could act as if nothing happened and go through endless "quarter turn to the rights"?
Whatever anybody might have planned, it was moot the moment they saw each other. The two muscle monsters understood and went to the posedown immediately. And who could even hope to stop them?
The judges looked at each other as the juggernauts on stage lifted their colossal arms and flexed the mutant masses that were their biceps. The crowd was paralyzed. As the women tightened their fists, relaxed them, spread their fingers and forced every last bit of uber-roided power into their arms, the first people simply passed out.
It was too much to bear. Elizaveta lustily stared at the growing clump of muscle on her arm, a swollen horror the size of her head. It was so dry that the judges could see the blood pump through her veins.
At the same time, Melissa was unable to hold back. She locked her hands and forced her triceps out while squeezing her chest up to her skin. Her arms seemed to spread like wings, more and more mass appearing seemingly out of nowhere. She grinned, her ultra-tanned face looking like a caricature of a human being.
Not to be outdone, Elizaveta summoned all her flexibility and managed to lock her gargantuan arms behind her back. Shimmying her waist, she brought out her ten-pack abs as her lats appeared to explode from her body.
Melissa returned fire with a quick turn and a show of her hulking back. As she spread her lats and squeezed her waist, her body turned into an absurd hourglass. She tightened her ass and sent her glutes into a cascade of uber-ripped splits. Above it, there was a Christmas tree of deep cuts and that insane, incredibly broad back.
One of the judges started crying.
Elizaveta spread her legs and squatted down, her hamstrings hitting her calves. She detonated the bomb that was her back and winked at them. Her traps seemed to devour her head completely.
Seeing that Elizaveta was leaving her in the dust, Melissa went nuclear. She turned around again, lifted her arms and hit a crab pose. Suddenly, her muscles spread, swelled and expanded until her head looked lost amidst the sheer mass of muscle. She managed something of a smile, but it was more terrifying than anything.
The ring of muscle that framed her head was growing and growing with every pump.
In that arms' race, Elizaveta had to strike back and followed suit.
Moments later, the two women stood face to face, pumping up their gigantic frames more and more, straining to extract the last bit of muscle from their bodies. Every flex made their physiques even more grotesque.
The ambassador had long since fallen into a torpor, his eyes unmovingly staring at the spectacle that was unfolding before him. If he was still thinking anything, it was impossible to say.
Meanwhile, the two hulks approached each other. It felt as if there was some kind of electro-magnetic energy in the room now. Like magnets with the same charge being forced against each other, the two women wanted to move out of each other's way. The situation had suddenly turned into an absurd game of uber-muscular chicken.

And then, they crashed into each other. Two unstoppable objects hitting each other.
Their muscles collided, their suits exploded off them, the already strained, flimsy strings coming off. For a moment, neither knew what to do, then their insane horniness got the better of them. Weeks, no, months of self-castigation set off an unstoppable chain reaction. The two women kissed, their necks craned forward and their pecs squeezing against each other. It was awkward, it was confusing and it was frankly disgusting.
People broke down. One of the judges went into a screaming fit, another one tried to get on the stage, tripped and fell. People tried to get out, to get some fresh air. Behind the stage, Nora and Sila were getting so turned on that they could no longer stop themselves. On the other side, Viktor started furiously rubbing his hard cock, completely oblivious to the fact that he had already stumbled on stage.
The two titanesses tried to embrace, settling for hard, pitiless caresses. Then, they fell over. Their brutish bodies landed on top of each other and Melissa felt her clit harden and rise. Elizaveta tore the remains of her suit from her body and felt the other woman sink herself into her cunt. Despite her numbed state, she loved it.
She flexed her inner muscles and held her victim, forcing Melissa into even harder squeezing. Then, she started gyrating her hips, literally fucking the other muscle monster on stage.
Elizaveta growled lustfully and egged her on.
"Yes ... Yes ... Fuck me! Fuck me deep!"
"I'm fucking tearing you in half!"
Their grunts and screams echoed through the auditorium.
The only person that sat there impassively was the president himself, blissfully smiling at whatever he was witnessing here.

A few weeks passed. The fallout of the whole thing was impressive. Nina got fired. The organizers of the show too. The people in charge wondered what anybody had expected. The president ignored the media fallout and went on to cause a ruckus on another subject. The Russian ambassador was called back home and Viktor mysteriously vanished, leaving Elizaveta stranded. She did, however, keep her access to some rather illicit funds he had told her about.
As a consequence, she showed up at the Iron Bar one day. Melissa had lost a bit of size and was slowly returning to normal. Well, not exactly normal, but she was starting to look human again. The patrons stared as the muscle goddess pushed her gigantic body inside. She looked at Melissa and said:
"You've let yourself go again."
Melissa hesitated. What was this woman up to?
"That's one strange opener for a conversation."
"I didn't come for the conversation. I wanted to see you. I have witnessed how you almost caught up with me. I am impressed. And I loved ... that."
The older woman blushed a little.
"Okay ..."
"What I mean to say is: I want to train with you. I want to grow more. And I'm willing to pay. For me, and for you. Are you in?"
Melissa looked at her ex. Al shrugged.
"Fine. I'll do it. We'll need the others too."
That's when Elena walked in. She was wearing comfortable clothes and looked a far cry from her reporter days. She smiled at Melissa and said:
"I told her how to find you. I hope you don't mind."
"Not much, no. So, what's in it for you?"
"Just one thing, really. I need you both. I ... I fell in love with you. Will you ... Will you ... I'm willing to do anything for you!"
Melissa and Elizaveta stared at the reporter. They were confused at first, but then, they felt the other woman's passion and grinned. The Russian declared:
"We can do this. But you need to train!"
"I'll do anything for you!"

Two years later. The world of bodybuilding still hadn't recovered from the scandal. Mandatory drug testing and hard rulings reduced the size of male and female competitors and drove the fans of big sizes underground.
Al unlocked the door of the Iron Bar's basement. It had been refurbished to accommodate the shows for the paying clientele. They could watch and sometimes even join in. It was an exclusive affair, something only the worst perverts enjoyed.
The men and women filed in, finding their places.
Dan played upbeat, tensing music. People were anxious about what they would see.
Al stepped on stage and welcomed everybody. Then he said the words they had all come to hear:
"We have the biggest, most insane musclewomen for you. Enjoy!"
The curtains went up and revealed the tortured, insane shapes of five ultra-muscular females. There was madness written all over them. Each one had reshaped her body into something so outrageously big and ripped that it was hard to even understand who they had been before. Nora was the only one to pick out clearly simply because of the color of her skin, but the others had tanned so hard they were almost as dark.
Melissa and Elizaveta grinned at each other. Next to them, the others looked downright tiny. They were so huge that they had to pass most doors sideways and had to be careful in some elevators because of the weight limits. If they even fit in, that is.
Their pecs stood out a foot and a half, their waists were so distended they had muscular love handles and it was nearly impossible for them to walk faster than a kind of shuffle.
And still, they loved every moment of it. When they hit the gym, forcing their already insane bodies to grow even more, they came. Pure and simple. This was godlike.
They hit double biceps poses, bringing their arms to circumferences bigger than most men's chests.
They roared in triumph, then chuckled.

Sila and Nora had resisted the enticement of muscle the longest, but eventually, they had broken down too and subjected themselves to the same parade of steroids, hormones and limitless training as the other women. In no time, their bodies had started to pack on muscles like there was no tomorrow, soon turning into grotesque caricatures of human beings. While Elizaveta and Melissa were huge all over, the two slightly smaller women still had best body parts of sorts. Nora's legs were truly gigantic, her thighs bigger each than her waist. She could only wear sarongs now, her muscles even overstretching the largest yoga pants. She had snapped more than one pair before finally resigning herself to colorful fabrics and sparkly clasps. Everything else was just pointless.
Sila had soon discovered that her arms were her trump card and she played it perfectly. From her shoulders hung two ridiculous masses of muscle, wide, thick and hard. Many movements were simply impossible because of their sheer size. And still, they felt a little short. She wondered what method she could devise to give her that little extra boost she craved.

For Elena, this was the moment of truth. All those other women were used to the spotlight. She too, but normally, she kept her clothes on. Now, she was wearing a sling swimsuit that barely covered her crotch and her nipples. Her body was absurdly muscular and she had pumped it up even more to almost become immobile. The others had the same problems, but they seemed used to it. If it were not for Al, Dan and the others, they could never live their lives the way they craved.
When she saw the faces in the audience lighten up, their pants tighten and their hands move to their privates, she understood she had won.
Her body was over a yard wide, her muscles were able to lift a car and most of all, they were gigantic. Just feeling all this mass on her made her horny. She had destroyed her looks, broken her voice, lost her hair and demolished every relationship with her family, but the sacrifices had all been worth it: She was a muscle goddess in a pantheon of steel.
As she hit a double biceps pose, the familiar smell of sweat and female juices hit her nose. She loved that. When the other musclewomen forced her on the ground and took their horniness out on her, she was in heaven. She would suck their long, hard clits, she would sink her strong hands into their cunts and she would lick the sweat off their absurd bodies.
As the audience started to sweat, the five goddesses started their dance.

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