★Memorable Author: [Mr.Shhh] Stories~collected

[L sevin]

 

Stories in this collection:

TANYA DANIELS – TEENAGE MUSCLE SLUT

TANYA DANIELS – SHOP 'TIL YOU DROP

MADE-TO-ORDER - 1 & 2

MOVING DAY

THE SUPER-STRENGTH SHOWDOWN

More stories in this COLLECTION:  You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login



TANYA DANIELS – TEENAGE MUSCLE SLUT

A loud bell signaled the end of the school day.
Two dozen students jumped to their feet and shuffled out the door.  In the blink of an eye, the small science room was empty, save the teacher and one teenager.
"Excuse me, Mr.  Maxwell?"  A soft, female voice squeaked.
The middle-aged teacher looked up from his notes to see a gorgeous, blonde-haired girl standing before him.  Her name was Tanya Daniels.
The girl looked like your typical cheerleader type - girlish and dumb as a rock.  She was squeezed into a trendy little outfit that seemed designed to show off as much skin as possible.  Coupled with her slutty makeup and five-inch "fuck me" heels, Tanya was a dick hardening bimbo every teenager dreamed of getting a piece of.
Yet, there was more to Tanya than just tits and ass.  In fact, Tanya didn't have any tits at all.  That was because her chest, along with every inch of her tight young body, was covered in massive, rippling muscles.
"I was wondering if I could talk to you."  The teen Hercules asked, her soft voice in complete contrast to her macho-man physique.
Mr. Maxwell tried to focus on the question, but found himself distracted by Tanya's mind-blowing muscularity.  She was absolutely enormous.  Her 5'3 frame seemed to be carrying at least as much mass a heavyweight Mr. Olympia and from the neck down, she could have easily been mistaken for one.
Gazing across her body, the exasperated teacher couldn't believe this hulking girl's dimensions.  Her broad shoulders looked bigger than a fully-padded football player's.  Each pumpkin-sized mass lead to a set of traps that swelled to the top of her ears.  Her meaty back and wing-like lats lead down to a tapered waist that gave her a terrifying v-shape.
"W-what can I help you with, Tanya?"  Maxwell asked cautiously.
"It's about the test from last week."
The young girl dropped a paper on the desk.  It was marked with a bold "D minus".
   "Yes, I see.  That is a very disappointing grade."
"I tried hard Mr. Maxwell, I really did.  I just have trouble with like, numbers and stuff.  Isn't there anything you could do to help me?"
"I'm sorry, Tanya, but I need to be fair with all my students."
The beautiful teen Amazon leaned over and put her hands on the table.  Her giant, protruding pecs tensed up, stretching her blouse.
"Are you sure?  I mean, I'll do anything to get a better grade."
The shocked science teacher stared transfixed at Tanya's massive chest.   He could clearly see her bra beneath the thin top straining to contain her huge man tits.  The fact that she was wearing a bra at all was totally ridiculous.  There wasn't even the slightest hint of breast tissue anywhere on her.
"I'm soooo desperate, Mr. Maxwell.  Can't you think of something that I could do with these little tiny muscles...?"
Tanya tensed her pecs, instantly transforming them into a hideous orgy of striations.  The buttons on her shirt pulled apart, revealing more of her deeply tanned skin.
Maxwell couldn't believe how shredded she was.  Every inch of her was totally dry.  Even her face showed signs of severe dieting.  Though gorgeous, her skin was tight and gaunt, revealing veins just below the surface.
Without a word, Mr. Maxwell got to his feet and locked the door.  Turning around, he undid his tie.
"Okay Tanya, I'll help you with your problem.  But you have to do whatever I say."
"I'm all yours, Mr. Maxwell."  The teen replied, a tinge of excitement in her voice.
"Pull up your shirt."
The middle-aged teacher watched as she took the bottom of her top and pulled it up slowly.  A blush washed across Tanya's face as she revealed a world class six-pack.   
There was so much muscular detail Maxwell didn't know where to look first.  Thick collections of veins were pressing through the waist of her skirt and snaking up her abs.  Her abdominals themselves were pool-ball sized hunks that actually protruded from the rest of her body.
"You're one jacked bitch."  Maxwell remarked.  "Feel your six-pack."
Tanya rubbed her fingers up and down her abdomen.  It looked like she could grate cheese on it.
"Unnnn.  It's so hard..." Tanya moaned.
"Take off your top."
Without a word, Tanya unbuttoned the rest of her top and peeled it off.  The science teacher actually gasped as it hit the floor.
Her upper body development was off the charts.   The sadistic condition of her stomach now seemed like an appetizer compared to what stood before him.
If any single body part stood out from the rest, it was her chest.  The super-human level of mass and thickness this teenage girl possessed was so extreme that he couldn't imagine what she'd done to achieve it.  Each heaving pectoral mountain was easily the size of two basketballs.  Veins as thick as breakfast sausages literally covered every inch of her tightly stretched skin.     
   Her straining bra was a joke.  The poor undergarment was stretched so tight around her chest that it barely even covered her nipples.  The volume of her mega-chest left huge, heaping mounds of musculature spilling over the cups.
"Why do you even bother with a bra, you slut?  You don't have any tits at all."
Tanya bit her lip shyly.
"I-I guess it's 'cause girls are supposed to wear them..."
"Girls?  You're not a girl anymore.  You're a female abomination!"
Tanya felt an erotic spark shoot through her body.  Here she was standing topless in her high school classroom, showing off her freakish, man-shamming muscles and totally getting off on it.
Maxwell noticed Tanya's legs rubbing together.  A wet spot had appeared at her crotch.
"This is turning you on, isn't it?  You like feeling like a twisted muscle-whore."
Tanya licked her thick lips.  Her breathing was rapidly increasing.
"I – I want to get big so bad."  She muttered, her voice full of humiliation.  "I don't care if I look like a boy."
"Are you juicing, cunt?"  Maxwell prodded.  "Are you a 'roid junkie?"
An erotic charge shot though Tanya's body.  She could feel a gush of girl cum squirt through her panties and pour down her legs.
"Oh Mr. Maxwell.... I'm a total steroid junkie!"  She answered, beginning to pump her fists.  "I do everything I can get my hands on – pills, powders.  I even do injections straight into my pecs and biceps."
Maxwell watched in amazement as Tanya's mutant body started to swell before his eyes.  He could hear her bra straining as she pumped more and more mass into her chest.
"I started juicing when I was eleven.  By the time I entered high school, I was taking twice what my dealer recommended."
"What about today?  H-how much are you taking now?" Maxwell asked, his voice starting to waver in disbelief.
"I - I'm taking almost five times what the biggest Olympia competitors are taking!  I'd do even more if I could afford it!"
"Jesus...!"  Maxwell gasped.   "Do you know how insane that is?  Don't you realize the health risks - the side effects?"
"I don't care!  I want the biggest, hardest muscles anyone's ever seen!"
By now, Tanya was shaking with muscle lust.  Her bra had nearly disappeared under the growth of her chest and shoulders.  With each breath, her heaving pecs ballooned past her chin.  Most of her neck and ears had vanished beneath her hugely distended traps.
"Oh gosh, Mr. Maxwell – I want to get big so bad I can hardly stand it!"  Saliva dripped down her chin as she moaned lewdly.
"Look at me, I'm still too soft!  I'm just a stupid, skinny girl!"
The teen titan squeezed her fists until they were white with effort.  One tremendous pump swelled her lats enough to push her arms outward 45 degrees.
Maxwell noticed the sound of skin stretching as she pushed harder and harder.  Veins were popping everywhere imaginable – her face, her nipples, her arm pits.  It looked like she'd tear through her own flesh at any moment.
Bringing her fists together, the hulking she-beast crunched out a brain-melting crab flex.  Her entire upper body detonated an impossible amount of definition.  Purple veins wrapped across her temples and covered her entire face.
"Oh Mr. Maxwell, nobody will take me seriously with these girl curves!  Help me rip my body to shreds!"
For a moment, all Maxwell could do was stare.  He had no idea what she was talking about.  There was nothing girly about her anymore.  No curves, no tits.  She was a total butch beefcake – a hard, masculine nightmare of meat and sinew.               
"You want to get ripped...?"  The teacher asked, looking around the room.
"See the refrigerator over there?  Pick it up.  Even a wimpy little slut should be able to do that."
Tanya wiped her mouth and looked behind her.  Walking over to the large fridge, she gazed at it.  It was taller than her by a foot and had to weigh several hundred pounds.
Kneeling down, she placed her veiny hands along the bottom and tilted it back.  With a soft grunt, she flexed her back and lifted the entire unit.
Maxwell watched Tanya straighten her tree-trunk legs.  Hideous definition exploded throughout her thighs and hamstrings.   Her bra strained harder against her aggressive meat wings as she held the heavy appliance 3 feet off the ground.
Even though the fridge was easily 4 feet wide, Mr. Maxwell could still see Tanya's tremendous shoulders peeking out from either side.  Jesus, he thought.  She was wider than a fucking refrigerator!
"Is that it?  Is that all you can do?"  The teacher pushed.  " All those injections and pills and that's all you've got?"
Tilting her head back, Tanya began to lower and raise the refrigerator like a giant barbell.  With each rep, her face tightened in pain.  Veins thickened along her temples, nose and forehead, further raping her diminishing femininity.
"You wimp, you're struggling to even hold it!  You've fucked up your body for nothing!"
Tanya grit her teeth hard and lifted the fridge higher.  Her arms shook violently as she lifted it up past her ridiculous chest.  Her football-sized biceps flared with stunning mass and definition.
"Hhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnngggggg!!!!!"  Tanya cried as she powered the refrigerator higher.  Her entire body was now vibrating.  Her vascularity was insane.  Everything was throbbing like it was going to burst.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  Came a ferocious roar as she suddenly pressed the entire refrigerator over her head.   Her bra instantly snapped leaving her completely bare-chested.  Her naked nipples looked ridiculous atop such colossal slabs of beef.     
As she held the fridge aloft, it was clear that Tanya's body obsession was beyond comprehension.  Being a girl in even the loosest sense of the word meant nothing to her.  She was a fiend for muscle - a mindless, vein-engorged beast so completely developed that she would have been considered hideous for a male.  Yet it was her face that told the saddest story.  Mangled in an agony-fueled snarl, her beautiful features had been totally overwhelmed by an onslaught of the thickest, most disgusting vascularity humanly possible.  She looked like a reject from a horror movie.
Tanya let out another yell.  Spit flew as she shook her head.   The entirety of her body had become covered in sheen of sweat giving her an oiled, competition look.  It also amplified every last detail of her butch body, making her look like some beef-cake poster boy on crack.
Finally, the drooling teen started to lower the giant weight.  About halfway down, her quivering body finally gave out and the massive fridge crashed to the ground.
Tanya dropped to her knees, her body shaking like a drug addict.  Maxwell could hear her whimpering beneath her muscle-plated body.  She was a lump of twitching anatomy - muscles on-top of muscles.
"Tanya..."  Maxwell spoke.
The teen she-thing looked up.  Her face was shocking.  It was a tight, vascular train-wreck – barely human, let alone female.  Throbbing blue veins were exploding through every last bit of skin.  A few dozen had bunched up at the corners of her nose and her cheeks, chin and lips were completely covered.
Yet somehow, Tanya's eyes still burned with a smoldering sexually.  Under all that brawn and sinew there was a burning hot babe.  As Maxwell gazed at her, he could feel his dick turning to stone.
"Crawl to me."  He commanded.
To his surprise, the bulging mass of muscles before him dropped to all fours.  Her wet, stringy hair hung past her face as she started moving towards her master.
Maxwell almost blew his load then and there.  The image of this hyper-muscular high school bodybuilder crawling across the floor half naked was too much to bear.
With every step, her sweaty physique rippled with feathering and cross-striations.  Even the most miniscule of muscle groups were completely jacked.
Finally, Tanya arrived before her teacher.  He could hardly believe the size of her.  Her back was like three desks pushed together.   Her chest was almost dragging on the floor.
Looking up, Tanya's gaze almost ignited Maxwell.  It was pure degradation.  For all her strength, this bulging bitch was a hardcore submissive slut and she knew it.
"Suck my cock you little bitch." Maxwell spat.
"Yes, Mr. Maxwell."  The teen replied.
Taking his pants, Tanya unzipped the crotch allowing a massive hard-on to spring forth.   She was amazed by the size of it.
"Swallow it."
Without hesitation, Tanya opened her mouth and ran her tongue up the shaft.  A river of saliva ran down the hot flesh and dripped off his balls.
Maxwell watched the starved girl feverishly attack his member.  Within seconds, strands of spit were hanging between his cock and her lips.  Shit she was a sloppy bitch.
Grabbing her head, Maxwell started to impale her on his raging boner.  Tanya opened her mouth as wide as she could to allow his apple-sized helmet access, but even with her lips stretched pencil thin, she could barely get him in.
With one hard shove, Maxwell cruelly rammed his cock halfway down the teen's throat.  She choked audibly; spit gurgling from the pits of her stomach and oozing out the edges of her mouth.
"Take that dick, bitch."  He grunted, ignoring her muted grunts of discomfort.  He knew he'd clogged her esophagus.  Let her choke.
With another hard shove, Maxwell pushed another few inches of wrist-thick meat down into the teen.  He could actually see Tanya's neck stretch.  Veins and muscles pushed apart as the outline of his member slid further down her gullet.
"You like it, don't you, cunt?  You love eating cock."
The lust stricken teacher moved his hands down Tanya's back and shoulders.  They were dwarfed by a literal sea of hard, sweaty flesh.  From his vantage point, he might as well have been getting a blow job from Lou Ferigno.  Tanya's uber-back and boulder-sized shoulders were more macho than any man's in existence.  Hell, each blade of her delts was as big as a bowling ball.
"You're the most demented bodybuilder I've ever seen."  The teacher moaned, his balls starting to churn.  "You're a fucking freak of nature!"
Tanya tightened her fists and spread her lats.  It looked like a dragon spreading its wings.  Her total mass swelled by several feet, pouring bucket-loads of definition into an already overburdened physique.  Somehow, this short, teenaged girl had a back wider than any two heavyweight male bodybuilders combined.
"Jesus!"  Maxwell yelled, the impossible image of this human muscle-machine sending him over the edge.
Tanya was startled by a huge torrent of piping hot man-juice firing straight into her stomach.  A second blast quickly followed, then a third and a forth.  Within seconds, the boiling seed flowed up her throat and out her nose.
With a disgusting slosh, Maxwell pulled his giant fire hose out from the depths of Tanya's stomach.   A huge tidal wave of cum immediately poured out of her mouth.
As the giant muscle girl belched up a reservoir of spunk, Maxwell continued to blast his load.  Strings of spunk landed on her huge pecs, covering her striated tits.  More of it dripped off her chin.  By the time it was over, Tanya's tremendous upper-torso was covered in cum.
Maxwell flopped down into his seat, exhausted.  He'd never blown a load like that in his life.  The sight of such a massive muscle-monster had made him cum like a champion.
"So Mr. Maxwell..."  A soft voice cooed.
The teacher looks up to see Tanya kneeling before him.  Thick strands of cum were oozing down her face and dangling from her chin.  The load on her chest was fast disappearing into her deep striations like a drainage canal.
TO his amazement, her hand had drifted to her crotch, where she had hiked up her skirt to reveal a saturated pair of cotton panties.  Maxwell watched her bring her wet fingers up to her mouth and suck the girl juice off them.
"Do you think you could change my grade now?"

[L sevin]

Reach Your Target Audience

Advertising is hard. We make it simple and effective.

Advertise With Us →

[Mr.Shhh]

TANYA DANIELS - SHOP 'TIL YOU DROP
By: Mr.Shhh


Tanya and her friends browsed the racks of the upscale clothing store while the room full of shoppers gawked at them.  The three bubbly teens loved the attention their hard bodies garnered almost as much as they loved building them.  The fact that they were the biggest sluts in town only added fuel to the fire. 
Becka and Cindi had been Tanya's friends since grade school and shared her twisted obsession with bodybuilding.  The three of them were the same breed - shallow, rich kids with over-applied makeup and perfect, golden-brown tans.  They all had trust funds and closets full of the hottest fashions and wouldn't be caught dead anywhere without a French manicure and a Gucci purse.   Yet underneath all the designer perfumes and Rodeo Drive couture, these immature girly girls were rippling Greek-goddesses carved out of living granite. 
Becka, the baby-faced youngster of the group had a fitness-level body that betrayed the intensity with which she tortured herself in the gym.  The flat-chested teen's pig tails and frilly clothes looked positively bizarre stretched across an upper body that was sliced and diced within an inch of her life.
Cindi was a mouthwatering Asian sexpot with eyes that could melt steel.  She was big enough to give any female bodybuilder serious career doubts, but what really set her apart was her spectacular chest.  Thick pectoral plates provided the foundation for a pair of basketball-sized tits that launched into the stratosphere.  Her every movement created a tidal wave of giggling flesh that threatened to pop out of her clothes at any second.
But as impressive as the two girls were, neither held a candle to the beastly mountain of muscles that was Tanya.  The human Barbie-doll was a California blonde in every regard, only amped-up to 11.  Her make-up was sluttier, her tan was an insane chestnut brown and her muscles simply were beyond belief.  If Becka and Cindi were obsessive athletes, Tanya had crossed the line into Frankenstein territory.   
Cindi flipped through a rack of clingy, barely there club-tops and pulled one out.
"What do you think of this one, Tanya?"  She asked, holding the tiny top against the wide expanse of her striated pecs.
A glittery set of words read "Daddy's Little Girl".   Tanya bit her lip. 
"Ooh!  I bet you'd look soooo hot in that!"
"You really think so?"  Cindi agreed with a devilish gleam.
Without a hint of shame, the Asian teen unbuttoned her Catholic schoolgirl top and pulled it off.  Her ridiculous tits jiggled in a bra that was just barely covering her cork-sized nipples.
The clerks at the cash register almost choked at the sight of the small girl's over-inflated chest.  Her body seemed to be at war with itself – unable to decide if it was a freaky bodybuilder or a balloon-titted porn star.  Even Tanya was taken by her friend's over-the-top rack.
"Oh my gosh, Cindi - your tits are soooo big!"
Cindi smiled coyly.
"Hee hee.  I had them done again!  I didn't think they were big enough yet."
"That was the third time!"  Tanya exclaimed.
"Well I was already getting another collagen injection too, so I though why not?  Check it out - my lips are almost as fat as yours now!"
The Asian Amazon pursed her unnaturally plump lips.  They looked like over-stuffed sausages. 
"Uh-uh.  Mine are still waaaay fatter, see?" 
Tanya licked her own juicy dick-suckers.  They were so fat that she could hardly get her tongue across them.
Cindi huffed and pulled the club-top over her head.  The crowd that was lingering watched in amazement as the dumb bimbo tried to stretch the garment over her meaty traps and shoulders.  Amazingly, the tiny shirt expanded until she reached her tits. 
Even on a body as muscular as Cindi's, her breasts were way too big.  They sat unaffected by gravity on her pecs like two jiggly basketballs.  As the club-top hit those sweater pumpkins, it finally met its match.
"Why won't it fit?!" 
Cindi fought with the shirt trying to stuff her meaty tits into the shirt.  It was a futile effort – her chest was beyond ridiculous. 
As she struggled with increasing might, the top began to make painful noises.  The clerks behind her watched the meat canvas of her bronze back ripple and flare with Herculean might.
With a loud tear, the top ripped in two.  Tanya giggled loudly. 
"It's not funny," Cindi whined.  "I liked that top!"
"You should have thought of that before you got implants bigger than your head."  Tanya giggled.
"Shoot..."  Cindi moaned as she gazed at her grossly-disproportionate upper-body in the mirror.  Her enormous knockers stood out over a foot in front of her.
"Hey guys, check this out!"
The girls turned to find Becka bent over an underwear table.  Half the store was staring up her mini-skirt at the firm little ass that lay beneath.
The pig-tailed teenager got up holding the smallest bikini-bottoms any of them had ever seen.  Their eyes lit up like firecrackers.
"These are so cute!"
Becka hiked-up her skirt and showed off her childish Hello Kitty underwear.
   "I've been looking for a skimpy bathing suit to show off my glutes.  Isn't this just the tightest butt you've ever seen?"
Everyone in the store gazed in amazement at the perky high schooler's chiseled rear.  Saying she'd put some work into it was a serious understatement.  Her glutes were brown balls of vacuum-sealed muscle completely at odds with her jail-bait appearance.   
"You call that an ass?"  Cindi challenged.  "Check this out."
The half-naked Asian unbuttoned her plaid skirt and pulled it down over her stockings.  She had on a silver g-string underneath that was barely wide enough to cover her perfectly shaved sex.  The puffy lips fighting to burst free were a sharp contrast to the diamond-cut angles of her nearby 12-pack. 
The crowd gasped as she turned around and tightened her butt into a demented block of teen-beef.  She wasn't quite as lean as Becka, but she made up for it with pure muscular development, not to mention a tan that was a deep shade of oak.  The thong wedged up her crack only served to accentuate her brute power.
"Ha, ha. Sorry girls, but I've got you both beat."  Tanya grinned.
The steamy blonde undid the ties of her pink stretchy pants.  Even before she pulled them down, everyone could see several dozen hose-like veins running up her intensely-browned belly.  Both her tan and her vascularity were off the charts, yet still mere suggestions of the lunacy that lay beneath.
Lowering her pants slowly, Tanya revealed a micro-thong that would have fit comfortably in a thimble.  Both her friends licked their lips as she presented her crotch for the entire shop.  Muscles feathered all throughout the space between her hips - proof of the severe training she had put herself through.  Her color was the deepest brown imaginable.
With a shy wink, Tanya turned around and pulled the stretchy pants past her butt.  People throughout the store gasped aloud.  Mutters and curses could be heard all over.
The over-sexed schoolgirl flexed her glutes, tightening them to such a degree that her skin actually groaned.  Her ass was a combination of Becka's unearthly conditioning mixed with Cindi's mega-mass, only jacked-up to "11" on pump-pills and growth hormone.  Each cheek was mind-bogglingly ripped, yet filled to bursting.
"Holy crap, Tanya.  Your glutes are unreal!"  Cindi drooled, her pulse quickening.
"That's nothing.  Watch this!"
Tanya looked up at the ceiling and tensed both legs with stone-crunching intensity.  Her butt detonated like a steroid-fueled nuclear missile.  The total size of her glutes shrank by 50% as they constricted into two hyper-dense muscle boulders.  At the same time, the number of striations multiplied until her ass cheeks were nothing but freaky gouges.  Veins began snaking out from her ass crack and running across her stretched-out skin.
"Shit.  You've gotta have the hottest butt in the whole world!"  Cindi continued, rubbing her legs together.  "You'd better stop or I might lose it right here!"
With a giggle, Tanya released her flex and pulled her pants up.  Even with her clothes back on the veins and striations could be seen through the cotton.
"No fair, Tanya!"  Becka cried.  "Everybody knows your body packs on muscle like crazy."
"She also works out 10 hours a day, pipsqueak!"  The Asian hard body shot back.
"I work out hard, too.  Just last night I blasted my biceps until I couldn't even bend my arms!  By the last set, I was screaming so loud that my Dad came in thinking I was dying."
Just then, a loud, digital beeping interrupted everyone.  The teens looked at their watches.
"Oh boy!  Time to juice-up again, girls!"  Tanya exclaimed.  The others licked their lips with excitement as they went into their purses and removed three bottles of pills.
Cindi was the first to down a huge handful of mysterious capsules. 
"Popping pills always gets me so jacked!"  She moaned, tensing her heaving pecs.  Her gigantic rack lifted up an inch and a half as her muscles constricted.  "I wish I could just start pumping iron right now!"
The lustful schoolgirl turned to Becka, who's mouth was stuffed with pills. 
"Whoa, Becka - learn to chew your supplements."
"Oh poo..." Tanya pouted.
Cindi turned to find her gazing at a solitary pair of capsules in her hand. 
"What's wrong?"
"I'm out of growth hormone already."  Tanya answered sadly.
Becka finished chewing her meal and chimed in. 
"Didn't you just get that bottle yesterday?"
"Holy crap, Tanya.  Did you down the whole thing in one day?!"
A blush washed across the teen's guilty face.
"I didn't mean to!  I worked out for like 11 hours yesterday and just kept taking bigger and bigger handfuls."
"You can have some of mine, Tanya."  Becka offered, tapping a dozen more pills into her friend's hand.  Tanya smiled and swallowed them.
"You what this means, don't you girls?"  Cindi bubbled, barely able to contain her enthusiasm.
The girls all looked at each other before crying out in unison -
"STEROID SHOPPING SPREE!!"

The three freaky airheads marched through the mall with single-minded purpose.  If there was one thing they loved more than clothes, it was the gear.  Since their first year of high school, all three girls had been shoveling anything and everything down their insatiable mouths.  Tanya in particular was an absolute fiend for performance enhancers.  It was common knowledge that she'd suck-off anyone who could get her the latest shit.  One story went that she gang-banged the entire football team while they shot her full of illegal Chinese growth hormone.  Apparently when the principal caught them, the cum-drenched bodybuilder was so jacked that she was mistaken for a juiced-up linebacker.
As the girls approached the mall's nutrition store, Tanya could feel her panties getting wet.  Just the thought of pumping herself full of insane chemicals made her muscles swell out of control.   Veins pressed through her top with a mind of their own.  Her body NEEDED to get pumped and she was all too ready to satisfy it.
The teens walked in and found themselves the immediate center of attention.  Even in the midst of a dozen local beefcakes, the three sexy schoolgirls stood out like the Amazons they were.
"I just want to buy everything!" Cindi cried, her voice drenched with muscle lust.
Tanya ground her legs together as she browsed the aisles.  Her panties were fast becoming a squishy mess.
Becka examined a bottle of fat-burners when a tall meathead approached her.       
"You wanna leave those for us pros, cutie."  He started.
Becka turned to find his eyes roving her hard little body.
"I don't know, mister.  I'm not sure I'm ripped enough.  What do you think?"
Becka lifted her shirt and showed off her inhuman midriff.  Her muscle-stuffed stomach was nothing but concentrated veins and striations. 
Becka twisted her hips, amplifying every single detail.  The meathead's gum fell out of his gaping mouth.   Her conditioning was painful to witness.  She didn't just have a six-pack, she had a six-hundred pack.  The meathead's own impressive stomach looked like a joke by comparison.
Elsewhere in the store, Tanya found herself interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Damn, girl.   You're like the incredible Hulk without a dick."
The muscular blonde discovered one of the store's employees gazing at her. 
"Oh gosh - Brett Bremner!  I didn't know you worked here!"
"I've been here two years."
"Really?  I guess I never noticed.  Hee hee!"
"What are you chicks doing?  Shopping for supplements?"
"Uh-huh.  Can you recommend something really serious?"
The handsome employee gave a sly grin.
"How serious are we talking?"
"About this serious..."  Came a flirty response.
Brett turned around to find Cindi behind him.  The busty sex-bomb leaned against a table, thrusting her breasts forward.  Mountains of tanned-tit flesh tested the limits of her shirt.  Enough chest meat for any three girls ballooned out over her neckline. 
Brett gazed at the massive triceps that held Cindi up.  Each one was jagged with skin-stretching detail.  Shit, this girl was ripped!
"Can you help us out, Brett...?"  Tanya purred.  Her stretchy top was fighting a loosing battle to contain a gigantic he-man physique that was almost beyond belief.  It looked like the slightest flex could destroy her entire outfit. 
Brett's eyes widened as she slowly unzipped her top, revealing a few inches of the most insane pectoral development he'd ever seen.  The space between each meaty planetoid was so deep that it disappeared into complete darkness. 
"I- I've got some stuff we don't advertise... you know, for special customers.  It's just about the scariest shit I've ever seen."
"Oooh, that sounds perfect!"  Becka added.
"Do you think we could convince you to give us some?" Tanya asked. 
"Meet me at the loading dock behind the store in 15 minutes!"

----------------------

The three muscle-crazy schoolgirls found the loading dock a short time later.  A pair of workers were busy unloading a semi-truck full of appliances.  They stopped to gawk at the three hotties' beefcake curves. 
Brett appeared through a back door.  He unzipped a duffle bag and tossed Tanya a large jar of pills. 
"Try a few of those.  My guy swears they're fucking nuts.  I can get you a regular supply for a good price."
Tanya unscrewed the cap and poured half the bottle into her mouth.
"What the-?!"  Brett exclaimed.
Her cheeks ballooned as she crunched away loudly.
"T-that's a 2 month supply!"
Tanya swallowed hard and poured a second batch down her throat. 
"Tanya!   Save some for us!"  Becka moaned.
Brett watched in disbelief as the two other sexed-up hard bodies divided up the rest of the bottle.  The empty container dropped to the ground.
"You bitches are out of control!"
Tanya finished her meal and let out a burp.  She blushed and held her mouth.
Cindi and Becka finished chewing their doses.  By the time they were done, their lips were smeared with white powder.
"That was good!"  Becka chirped, flexing and unflexing her impressive biceps.  Her brightly colored top stretched to fit the unnatural baseballs rising from her arms.
"Is that all you have, Brett?"  Cindi asked, running her hand up her muscle-stuffed stockings.  Brett noticed several tears where her beer-keg quads had already split the material.  They looked like two caged beasts desperate to break free.
"Yeah, Brett.  We were hoping you'd have something really strong."  Tanya agreed.
Brett looked at the cute muscle-maniacs with an expression of disbelief. 
Slowly, he reached into his bag and produced a large zip lock bag.  The teens gazed longingly at a collection of syringes.
"What's that?"  Becka squeaked - her high-pitched voice dripping with anticipation.
"I don't know.  The guy who sold it to me didn't even know.  All he said was it was smuggled out of some seedy South America drug lab.  It's totally undiluted – we're talking industrial-strength muscle-fuel.  He also said it was as about as safe as injecting Drain-o."
Tanya felt a ripple of pleasure rack her body.  She almost lost control of her legs as her muscle lust shifted into high gear.
"Oh Brett... please... you've gotta to let us try some!"  Tanya begged.
"Sure you can have some... after you put on a show for me." 
"Show...?"
"Yeah.  Why don't you sluts start by examining those strong, hard bodies of yours...."
Tanya turned to her friends.  Cindi and Becka looked back at her with lusty gazes. 
"That's it..."  Brett encouraged. 
The girls began to grope Tanya's unbelievable dimensions with their eyes.  Tanya could almost feel their arousal.
The two workers unloading the semi slowed to a stop and watched with increasing interest.
"Oh gosh, Tanya – you're hotter than any guy in the world."  Cindi gasped, hardly able to contain her longing.  Her breasts were testing the limits of her shirt with every breath.  "You're such a crazy mass-monster!"
  Tanya looked at her fuck-machine friend.  Her chest was absolutely insane.  She had enough tit meat for an entire classroom of girls her age, while her punishing lack of body fat made them stand out even more.  They were literally the only soft spot on a body carved from living granite.
Cindi reached out and held Tanya's neck – or at least as much of that 2-foot thick tree-trunk as her small hands could hold.  She could feel steely tendons roiling beneath her skin.  The two girls drifted towards each other and surrendered to their over-heated desires - their lips mashing together in a loud, wet maelstrom of sucking and kissing. 
Cindi's chest flattened like a pair of water balloons against Tanya's unyielding pecs.  The two girls lost their minds as they devoured each other's mouths.  It was noisy, sloppy, savage lust – a lust amplified by the nightmarish cocktail of chemicals that polluted their bodies.
After a solid minute of frenching, Tanya broke away.  Strings of saliva hung between their faces as they gasped for air.  Cindi's snatch began dripping at the sight of the veins pressing through her friend's tight forehead.  Even Tanya's FACE was built!
Spit flew as Tanya suddenly dove into Cindi's heaving cleavage.  Cindi cried out an instant before the buttons exploded off her shirt.  Her bra held on for another few seconds, but one more inhale snapped it in two.   Cindi's tits revealed their full, unrestrained size as they bounced around all over the place.  If they looked crazy on her before, they looked downright impossible now.
Tanya didn't waste a second attacking those fake fun bags.   Before Cindi could blink, she had one of her thumb-sized nipples stuffed in her mouth.
Behind the two girls, Becka was fingering herself furiously.  Muscles rippled across her arms as she worked herself into a sticky mess.  Her skirt was already pushed aside revealing her wet undies and glistening thighs.  Her shirt was next to go.  Peeling it off, she left herself completely bare-chested.  Her v-shaped torso could have easily been mistaken for a teenage boys'.  As she dropped her shirt beside her, tense muscle groups rippled across her well-developed pecs.  Simultaneously, her stomach crumpled into dozens of jagged abdominal bricks. 
The workers stared bug-eyed at the unbelievable orgy unfolding in front of them.  Who the hell were these butched-out bitches?  Neither man could believe the muscles they had. 
Tanya pulled Cindi's skirt down.  She followed her friend's stunning12-pack to the silver g-string just barely covering her crotch.  To the teen's surprise, she found a large nub pressing through the center of her underwear.
"Oh my gosh, Cindi!  Look at your clit!!" 
Tanya could see the freaky appendage tenting the g-string like an inch-long cock.  A blush shot across the Asian's face. 
"It's the steroids!  The more I take, the bigger it gets!  It's almost the size of a dick!"
Tanya pulled the underwear off and stared at the fleshy appendage.  It was standing up straight at attention.  She grabbed it and Cindi cried out like a banshee.
"Oh Tanya!  Jerk my huge clit!"
Cindi lay down as Tanya did just that.  The hot Asian teen quickly began to thrash about.  To Tanya's amazement, the clit swelled in her hand to almost 3 full inches.
"Fuck my girl cock, Tanya!"
After a minute of concentrated stroking, Cindi lost it.  She flexed her arms as she screamed into the air.  Her humongous breasts rolled over her face as she arched her hips.  Streams of hot girl-spunk spat from her pussy.  Tanya's arms and legs were instantly hit as she sprayed what seemed like a pint of liquid.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Cindi wailed while her body tightened into a concentrated ball of tits and muscles.  Every inch of her was sweaty, unrestrained sex.   
Finally, the Amazon cum-factory flopped to the ground.  She lay in a spunky heap of rippling muscles.  With every breath, her body effortlessly displayed a staggering array of cuts and veins. 
Tanya licked the girl-spunk off her hand.
"Mmmm.  You taste sooooo good, Cindi."
"S-Show me your... m-muscles..."  Cindi moaned, somehow still horny after her messy orgasm.
Brett and the workers leaned forward in anticipation.  Becka finished removing her outfit and sat totally naked ready for the show.
Tanya licked her lips in anticipation.  She loved having all the eyes on her freakish body.  Had her pants not been completely drenched already, she would have surely soaked them right then and there. 
Slowly, the cute blond adjusted her shoulders.   Each watermelon mass tested the seams of her top.  Stitches split along the joins of her chest as a startling mass of veins pressed through the top.  The rest of her shirt creaked as it was forced to stretch to a degree it was never meant to.
As Tanya fed more and more blood into her muscles, the bottom of her top slid up her belly revealing a hideously-stuffed midriff that look more animal than human.  Her pool-ball abs were at war with each other for the limited space on her stomach.  As she moved about, entire muscles vanished beneath the overwhelming girth of the others only to burst forth even bigger as she turned another way.
Suddenly, Tanya leapt up and grabbed hold of a pipe running along the ceiling.  Taking a wide, underhanded grip, she smiled excitedly and began cranking out smooth, robotic chin ups.
"Oh yeah, Tanya!  Work that body!"  Becka yelled while she fingered herself like an animal. 
Everyone watched in awe as Tanya's half-ton body rose and fell with perfect rhythm.  Her poor shirt began making strange noises as the swelling muscle teen began to show her true potential.  After only 15 reps, her rapidly growing upper-body began to snap stitches. 
Soft, determined grunts escaped the proud blonde's spit-smeared lips.  Her overall shape widened with every chin-up until she had was forced to move her hands apart just to maintain her grip. 
At 30 reps, the back of her top split right down the middle.  Tanya giggled through labored breaths as a titanic volume of muscle burst free.  Only an obsessive lunatic jacked on a truck-load of steroids could've possessed a back like hers.  Not an inch of space existed that wasn't twice as ripped as even Becka's super-lean physique.  Everything was so tight and vascular that she looked ready to burst. 
More seams tore open as the unbelievable teen-beast continued to push herself.  She could barely contain her rapture as she became more and more butch.  Her bowling-ball biceps were easily thicker than Cindi's entire arms.  Her shoulders and traps were the stuff of science fiction.
At 40 reps, the strain on Tanya's face was increasing.  She held her smile, but her face had started to shake with effort.  Sweat was now running down her naked man-chest.  It gave her the gleaming appearance of an oiled-up bodybuilder ready to step on stage.
Just then, Becka got to her feet and rushed over to Tanya.   Like a practiced gymnast, she leapt up onto the bigger girl and flipped herself upside down.   She ended up clinging to Tanya's gigantic body in a 69 position.  Her well-muscled legs hooked around Tanya's lower-chest while her arms held onto her waist. 
The naked muscle brat wasted no time pulling Tanya's pants down and going to work on her friend's dripping snatch.  Tanya let out a surprised gasp, not only from the 130 pounds of added weight, but from the incredible sensation in her crotch.
In a heartbeat, Becka's face was soaked with pussy juice.  Her hair became saturated as Tanya's pussy belched out a fountain of goo that ran down her head.
All the while, Tanya continued to pound out reps.   She tried to hold her perfect smile, but her face was twitching violently.  The added weight had proven she was human after all, though the nearly incomprehensible state of her physique suggested otherwise.
Finally, after another minute of rapid chin-ups, the hyper-built Barbie doll began to slow.  Tanya started alternating between guttural roars and soft, orgasmic cries.  Little Becka's strong, muscular shoulders rippled defiantly as she hung on, all the while eating out her brutish he-friend like a girl possessed.
Tanya's flesh shrieked like ripping leather as her unrelenting muscles stretched it to its very limits.  She was all but translucent as those mutated masses of strength expanded beyond what her body seemed capable of containing.  Her every tendon, vein and artery was on the verge of bursting free. 
Tanya's teeth clamped shut in a furious growl.  Her entire face compressed into a concentrated grimace of determination as she struggled to power out another rep.   Her beautiful features, already perverted by the veins covering her temples were suddenly overwhelmed as a 10-megaton detonation of vascularity tore through her face.
"HNNGGGGRRRRRGGGG!!!!!" Tanya snarled, spit flying.  Her body began to rise faster than before as she seemed to find new determination.
It was clear to the pale-faced onlookers that what they were witnessing went beyond mere willpower.  The bubbly air-head seemed to possess a resolve that was super-human.
"GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!"  She screamed as she fought through another rep.  She was literally foaming at the mouth.
Another rep followed, then another.  Tanya's bronzed body had become bright red.  Her face was an unhealthy purple.  The gorgeous California blonde they all knew was long gone.  In her place hung an over-stuffed muscle-monster.
At that moment, Becka hit the jackpot.  Tanya's eyes shot open and a high-pitched shriek filled the air.  Her body responded by popping ever single vein in her body into exaggerated prominence.  The monstrous mega-athlete pressed herself to the peak of her chin-up as if she was trying to launch herself into flight.  Cum blasted from between her legs, dousing Becka like a fire hose.
Tanya's orgasm seemed to last an eternity.  When she finally released her grip, she was soaked from head to toe. 
Becka flopped down on the ground.  Her naked body was a wet, panting mess.
Tanya giggled through exhausted breaths and flexed her body.  Her muscles crumpled into shiny, over-striated blocks.  Her terrifying size was matched only by her unearthly conditioning.  Her head was almost completely swallowed-up by a solid mass of muscles that started at her ears and didn't stop until it reached her crotch.
"...So," Tanya started, looking back at Brett.  "Can you... shoot me up... now?"
Brett couldn't bring himself to answer.  His brain was fried by Tanya's positively unnatural muscularity.
Tanya walked over to the awe-struck teenager and hit a side-chest pose.  The volume of her sweaty, pumped-up pecs multiplied until they hit her chin.
"What's the matter?  Don't you want to see me get even huger?" 
Brett finally snapped out of his daze.  He fumbled to open his Ziploc bag.  The others looked on as he stuck a needle deep into Tanya's arm and shot the entire volume into her. 
"Yes!  Yes!!"  Tanya cried, her girly voice seeming like a sick joke coming from that ogre-sized body.
"M-more, Brett!"
Brett shoved another syringe into her.  It barely seemed to faze her.
"I'm still hungry!  Give me more!  Fill me up until I burst!!!" 
Brett pulled out the last three needles and stuck them one after another into the over-stimulated beefcake.  He injected her with enough liquid to fill a Pepsi can. 
"HUHHHH!!!"  Tanya yelled, doubling over with a jerk.  Her heaving lats flared like a meaty cape as her system was hit full bore with Brett's mystery cocktail. 
Striations flattened along her shoulders and pressed pulsating veins through her invisible skin.  Her back spread wider and wider until it was over 5 feet in diameter. 
"HHH...  Huunnnnggg.....!!"  The teen moaned.  The others watched, unsure of what was happening to her.
Finally, Tanya began to pull her arms together.  She looked like a headless ball of sinew as she tightened her torso.  Her back was like an oak conference table, only twitching uncontrollably.   
Slowly, she rose up.  Nobody could believe what they were witnessing as she proudly revealed her steroid-pumped giga-physique. 
"Oh yeah!" Tanya cried, licking her lips in satisfaction.  "Muscle city!"
Her body had gone crazy.  She was nothing more than a living mish-mash of striations.  Veins were actually pulsating across a chest that was grossly disproportionate to her head.  Vascularity as thick as sausages wrapped around her neck and ran straight into her face.
"Check this out, boys!!!"  She bragged, before crunching her arms together like a She-Hulk version of Charles Atlas.    Her entire body shook as she flexed with enough power to crack cement.
"Aren't....  I j-just the.... cutest little...  thing?!"

[Kuner]

He's finally updated his blog with a new outing.

be sure to visit his blog and leave some feedback while you're at it. writers need that...




MADE-TO-ORDER
chapter 1
By: Mr. Shhh

Brian sat in front of his computer staring at a flashy website. The splash page read "made-to-order-muscle.com - your muscle fantasy brought to life." A looping soundtrack of erotic moans, grunts and clanking weights got his blood pumping. The page itself was littered with dozens of impossibly gorgeous female bodybuilders, each a sexy super-model packed with sweaty, pumped-up muscles.
A block of text explained the site's concept.
Made-to-order-muscle employs thousands of beautiful, muscular women from across the country to cater to every taste. Each girl is available for posing sessions, private workouts, or whatever your heart desires. Take the time to assemble your perfect body from our detailed list of options and prepare to live your female muscle fantasy.
Further down, Brian found a large button marked "specifications". He clicked it and a new screen opened with a series of questions.
Age: 18-21. 22-30. 31-45. 45-60.
He clicked on 22-30. Younger might have been sexier, but he wanted someone who had put in some serious time in the gym.
Type: White. White. Black. Asian. Hispanic. Indian. Mix.
Brian paused to think. Some of his favourite bodybuilders were from outside of North America. He really liked small Asian girls, especially when they were bulging bulldozers. Black girls often had the best genetics and great, broad shoulders. Still, for his first time out he figured he'd go for old-fashioned American – the kind built like a battleship. He clicked "white".
Eyes: Blue. Green. Brown. Grey.
Hair color: Blonde. Brunette. Red-head. Gray. Other.
Hair length: Shaved. Short. Shoulder-length. Long.
He clicked "green", "brunette", and "short" in quick succession.
Tan: None. Light. Medium. Heavy. Baked.
This one was easy. Brian loved super-deep tans. "Baked" was a no-brainer.
Facial beauty: Ugly. Plain. Cute. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Jaw-dropping.
Brian laughed out loud. Were they serious? What kind of idiot would chose "ugly"? He clicked "jaw-dropping" and imagined a ripped Megan Fox with 20-inch biceps.
Type: Fitness. Light weight BB. Mid-weight BB. Heavy weight BB. Extreme.
Here was the first real challenge. Brian liked all kinds of muscular physiques so long as they were cut to ribbons. Still, it was the "extreme" option that really intrigued him. He had fantasized for years about a fbb so built that she could out-muscle a stage full of men. With a devilish grin, he decided to put the site to the test.
As he clicked "extreme" a warning appeared.
"You are entering the extreme section of made-to-order-muscle. Do you wish to turn back?"
He clicked "no".
Another red screen appeared.
"Are you sure you want to continue?"
Brian groaned and clicked "yes".
Suddenly, a whole new set of choices unfolded before him.
Breast size: Small. Medium. Large. Huge. Super-huge. None.
This was easy. Even though he'd describe himself as a breast man, he was determined to build a relentless mountain of muscularity. That meant nothing but meaty man-pecs. He clicked "none".
Muscle size: Heavy weight female BB. Heavy weight male BB. Extreme.
Once again, Brian chose extreme. A new disclaimer appeared.
"You have chosen a specification that may involve the use of performance enhancing drugs, growth hormones and other chemicals.. Do you wish to continue?"
Brian sat up in his seat. His eyes tightened as he read the disclaimer. Things had suddenly taken a very interesting turn. 'Roids weren't really his thing, mainly because he liked girls with soft voices and smooth skin. On the other hand, if he wanted an eye-popping she-stallion with muscles on top of muscles, then steroids were a no brainer. He clicked to continue.
Dozens of new questions appeared.
Conditioning: Off-season. Contest ready. Extreme. Hyper-extreme. Freakish. Hyper-freakish.
Whoa - the choices were starting to get crazy. Was "contest ready" really the 2nd choice out of 6? For a guy who loved the contest look, this section was a dream come true. He smiled and clicked "hyper-freakish", picturing a sexy beefcake shredded within an inch of her life.
A slider appeared below a CG representation of a well-muscled arm. As Brian moved the slider, a layer of pronounced vascularity appeared. The further he moved the slider, the more swollen the veins became, until the arm was virtually consumed by them. Pushing the slider to the maximum, Brian was astounded at the massively excessive veinage it created. Maximum was a no-brainer.
More sliders followed. It was like a "create a character" screen in a videogame. The number of options was overwhelming. He could do anything!
One slider controlled the thickness of the neck. At the minimum setting, the image showed an impressive tree-stump. Clicking with excited glee, Brian dragged the slider until the neck was twice the width of the head. A second slider increased the definition of her tendons. Brian pushed it to the end.
He continued through endless sliders maxing each and every one. He eventually reached the end of nearly a hundred options. Exhausted, he clicked "review my choices".
Brian scanned the specifications he'd made. It read like the laundry list of a mad-scientist. For a brief moment he was frightened at the Frankenstein he had created. A final message followed with an open form.
"Please add any additional details below."
After a half-hour of meticulous crafting, Brian wasn't sure what else he could add. He decided to let his mind spill-out unchecked and type whatever words or phrases he could conjure up.
"Scary-huge girl-beast. So ripped, she always looks flexed. Crazy for muscles. Impossible to be too big. Skin ready to rip. Pumped to the max all the time. Bigger than a man. Out of control veins."
With a cathartic sense of satisfaction, he hit "order". He was asked for his credit card information to pay for a $500 charge. He choked at the price, but at he was dying to see what kind of girl they would send.
After authorizing the payment, the site told him to expect an email from his girl. He was spat back out to the front page.
***
Brian heard his inbox chime. Rushing over to his computer, he discovered an email from "Monstra". The subject read "Hello, Brian." Opening the message, he found a brief body of text.
Before we get down to business, we should find out if I'm your type. I'll be at the address below at 11am tomorrow. Don't be late J. I've attached a picture of myself below. -Monstra.
Her name was "Monstra"? Brian instantly pictured some fugly eastern-European weightlifter. He opened the attached jpeg and felt his jaw hit the floor.
The photo showed an unbelievably muscular heart-stopper smiling and flexing her gigantic arms. To his absolute astonishment, she was as big as a top-tier male heavyweight, yet still capped with the dainty head of a beautiful girl. Each of her biceps was as a grapefruit and her shoulders and chest were even bigger. More insane was her bone-dry, razor sharp conditioning. She was a roadmap of striations flexing beneath skin as thin as onion paper. Her abs and thighs showed painful feathering and hugely engorged vascularity. He easily decided that she was the most muscular female he had ever seen.
Amazingly, the girl remained extremely beautiful in spite of possessing the brutish mass of a Nordic strong-man. She was extremely erotic, with fat, swollen lips and lusty eyes. Her face was tight and sharp from an athlete's diet, yet sexy as hell.
Brian wasted no time typing a response to the message. He'd be there to meet her come hell or high water.
***
Brian was at the cafe a half hour early. He was fairly calm until he realized that he'd never actually met a flesh and blood bodybuilder. What should he say? Should he mention her muscles? Would he become a drooling vegetable at the mere sight of her? He kept thinking back to her picture and how ripped and sexy she was.
About 5 minutes to 11, he started hearing gasps of disgust all around him. Turning around, he saw some kind of gargantuan flesh mountain coming up the street. The building-thick abomination spotted him and came his way. As it arrived, the human hulk's massive size blotted-out the sun like a block of granite.
"Brian?" It asked in the madly inappropriate voice of a young female. "I'm Monstra."
Brian suddenly couldn't speak. His mind locked-up at the concept that the outrageous assault of bursting muscle-meat in front of him was somehow... female!
The other customers on the patio were in complete shock. A few of them got up and rushed to the washroom. Others went ghost-white. One woman fainted into her chair.
Brian scanned the living testosterone nightmare from head to toe. She was wearing a tight blazer that was seconds away from vaporizing. It was like baby's clothes pulled over a rhinoceros. Buttons were stretched to the max and creaking with each breath - rips were growing in her shoulder seams where her muscles were ready to burst through. Her scandalous miniskirt had tears so large that it was almost totally separated into 2 distinct flaps of cloth. It would have been a clear view to her panties had her blown-up thighs not consumed all the space between her legs.
The girl's mutant size was almost more than his mind could process. For reasons too twisted to comprehend, the genderless muscle-furnace packed the combined weight of any four Mr. Olympia's. Her neck was like twin fire hydrants flanked by traps that resembled king-sized pillows. Her shoulders were three or four basketballs crammed beneath her skin. Arms as thick as old-growth trees rippled uncontrollably and bent almost completely outward from a pumped-up torso that couldn't possibly fit them.
But what really drew Brian's eyes was the girl's humungous chest. Brain's request for masculine pectorals had come through loud and clear. Monstra didn't just have pecs, she had raging, 34-inch televisions. Her absurdly inadequate coat barely contained each 100 pound pit-bull as they tensed and rippled like caged animals. Brian could easily see dozens of veins clogging the notched center of her sternum before they joined the engorged networks that blanketed her flesh.
Almost buried beneath it all, her tiny head seemed like a mistake on her monumental body. Amazingly, everything Brian had asked was accounted for - short boyish hair, emerald eyes and insane chestnut tan. Her face, on the other hand, was as far from jaw-dropping as he could possibly imagine. At first glance, she barely resembled the photo she had sent, or even a girl at all. Where that woman had been a lean beauty queen, this one had the scary, mummified appearance of a steroid heavyweight starved down to pure sinew. Her frightening lack of body fat made her eyes bug out and her chin and cheekbones punch through her skin. Straining veins surged up her neck in throbbing masses and joined a spaghetti network of ugly vascularity popping through every bit of her face. Her forehead was capped with surging veinage so intense that it virtually covered her features.
"Y-you're.. Monstra?" Brian stammered. "B-But your picture...?"
The beastly bodybuilder smiled lightly causing thick veins around her nose to snarl.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that photo was taken when I was 17 years old. My arms were only about 22 inches back then."
Brian didn't know what to say. The studly girl-jock before him looked like a terrifying Photoshop enhancement of her e-mail picture, which just yesterday had been the most muscular female he had ever seen. He'd arrived expecting a super-sized heavyweight, not a shaved-gorilla pumped full of growth hormones.
Monstra pulled over a chair and sat down. The metal groaned loudly.
"The agency sent me because you maxed-out the specs on their website. You requested the most muscular girl they have. Here I am. "
Monstra crossed her legs. Stitches snapped all the way up her skirt as her tremendous thighs transmogrified. Pulsing arterial highways snaked across her knees and up into her hips. Every muscle in her legs flared with amplified, harpsichord striations.
Brian felt his guts knotting up. She was so muscular that it was grotesque. All the hard, veiny madness stomped out any hint of feminine sexuality. She was too wide, heavy and masculine to even pretend to be female. Everything was jagged and butched-out, from her giant football pad shoulders to her flaring super-V. Her huge back was wide enough to be an airport runway and seemed to block the entire city behind her.
"Before we continue, there's something you should know." Monstra whispered, leaning over the table. "I'm actually bigger than the maximum specifications allow- quite a bit bigger. By my estimate I exceeded by them in college. I've also been permanently banned from any type of professional competition because I make the heavyweight men look like featherweight women. That's why I started attaching that old picture to my emails. Even the craziest muscle admirers on the web can barely handle me anymore."
Brian noted an alarming hint of pride in Monstra's voice. Did she actually enjoy being a gender-bending freak of nature? The notion sent an unexpected shock of excitement down his spine. The thought that this tsunami of hormonal abuse could do anything but horrify him was alarming, yet somehow logical. He'd been dreaming his whole life of a girl with the kind of body that could satisfy his seemingly insatiable muscle lust. Could this ridiculous she-behemoth be the one?
"I guess you could say that I'm checking you out the way you're checking me out. I've been searching for someone who lusts for ultra-hardcore muscularity and you filled out the most outrageous specifications I've ever seen. The girl you requested is the exact kind of physical specimen I dreamed of becoming my for entire life - at least until I got there and took it further."
Monstra bit her lip. Her own words seemed to be turning her on. She could barely contain her arousal as she continued .
"Ever since I was a little girl, I've lived for bodybuilding. While I was still in grade school, I was already working out longer and harder than anyone at my local gym. Every day I lifted poundages that would've broken a man twice my age. I loved the pain and pumped iron until there were tears pouring down my face. As I became more and more muscular, my body started to affect the way people looked at me. The more shocked they were, the more I liked it and the harder I hit the weights. I started taking steroids and growth hormones in grade 10. I drank, swallowed and shot anything I could get my hands on. I shovelled pills down my throat by the bottle. I worked out like a screaming, sobbing maniac 7 days a week. I lifted so heavy that I started breaking equipment. On the day I graduated high school, I was 100 pounds heavier than the reigning Mr. Olympia. Today I'm 28 years old."
Brian swallowed hard.
Monstra looked down at her hands. She began balling them into fists causing her sleeves to groan loudly. Heaving boulders of mass swelled beneath the material like rising mountains. Veins and sinew thickened and multiplied until her sleeves suddenly exploded in a symphony of staggering, super-twisted muscularity.
Brian's jaw hit the floor. Monstra's inhuman arms were ripped to a degree that he never thought possible. Even his most demented fantasies paled in comparison to the grotesque orgy of muscles she had packed on her body. Veins as thick as hotdogs pulsed beneath her creaking skin in ugly, surging masses. Her shoulders and triceps displayed the kind of tendon-deep chiselling usually seen in a total body flex. Her thick forearms were nothing but layered, knotted muscles conditioned into writhing suspension cables.
Bringing her hands together, she cupped them softly and pressed together. The buttons on her coat shot off like bullets. Her back tore open from her neck to her waist in a loud rip that caused nearby pedestrians to jump. Slabs of dark brown muscle meat poured outward and utterly destroyed her coat.
Brian sat there slack-jawed as Monstra literally doubled in size. Her lats became so dense that she appeared to grow wings. Only a few strips of cloth remained, caught between her clenching beefcake curves. She seemed to care less that she was otherwise topless in public before a cafe full of horrified eyes. They couldn't begin to explain the twisted Herculean muscle-thing that was hulking-out before them. Her snarling, body-covering veinage and exploding mega-bulges were so jacked that her own fleshed seemed in mortal danger.
Monstra's miniscule head sat buried somewhere between her ever-rising traps and tree-stump neck. Her smiling face betrayed the intense lust she had for her own body. She loved how totally insane she looked, yet she resisted the urge to flex for real. She could get much, much bigger, but she didn't want to give Brian a heart attack. Not yet anyway.
Relaxing her arms, Monstra allowed Brian to get a good, long look at her striated super-pecs. Naked in the late morning sun, they were huge, beastly masses almost too big to believe. Every little movement sent ripples like serrated blades through her bronzy-oak flesh. Veins rode the deep cuts and pumped oceans of blood straight into them.
"So..." Monstra continued with her weird, out of body girl-voice. "Why don't we go back to my place?"

[hatour]

MADE-TO-ORDER part 2
By Mr. Shhhh

Monstra lead Brian down a long hallway through her condo building. The excited client could hardly see past her brick-wall back, which was an angry, roiling creature stretching and re-shaping before his eyes.

He still couldn't fathom what a gender-smashing she-stud she was. Walking along in front of him, the supposed "female" bodybuilder was a freight-train of hyperactive muscle growth. She was the pinnacle of man-destroying girl-brawn and she wasn't even pumped yet.

Brian had seen some masculine muscle women in his day, but Monstra was more than just blocky and butch. There was no sway in her hips as she walked, she was too broad and hulking - an ugly side effect of her all-steroid diet. Her stretched-out skin was an absurd bronzy oak and textured with knotted feathering. She looked perpetually strained, with half the blood vessels in her face squirming like wormy balloons as she breathed.

"We're here." Monstra announced in a weirdly sexy voice.

She opened a door and lead Brian into a cavernous loft apartment. Brian was wowed by the open space - it looked like the top floor of a warehouse. Everything was open concept, including a large, industrial-strength gym that looked like it belonged to the She-hulk .

"How do you afford all this?" Brian stuttered.

"The website, of course." The rippling bodybuilder answered, veins screaming through her chest in rhythm with her words.

"I thought you said you barely had any clients - because you're too muscular?"

"The website encourages me to reach my maximum potential. They provide me with whatever I need."

Brian looked around. Everything seemed like it was lifted from a shipyard. There was little flourish or comfort. Furniture was limited and decoration was non-existent.

Non-existent that is, except for the shrine to bodybuilding that dominated the largest wall. Thousands of magazine pictures were pinned up, all ugly, screaming weight lifters flexing to the max. Motivation, no doubt - though all of them combined wouldn't hold a candle next to Monstra's nightmarish physique.

A nearby shelf contained dozens of trophies and medals. Beside it, Brian found a series of framed pictures of Monstra . It was her muscular transformation captured on film. On one end was a stunningly beauty teenager - young, athletic and sexy as hell. As the pictures progressed, she became increasingly beefy and masculine. There were pictures of her standing triumphant on stage, often twice the size of the next biggest competitor. By the final picture, she was completely unrecognizable and obviously steroid-enhanced. Her every inch was 100% muscle shredded to the bone.

"This is your last chance, Brian." Monstra started, turning to face him directly. The light in the room dimmed as her humongous body blocked the window behind her.

Brian turned and shuddered involuntarily at the sight of her. Monstra's current state absolutely crushed the victorious he-thing in the final picture. He wasn't sure how long it had been since she was banned from competing, but it looked like she'd injected a tanker-truck worth of growth hormones. Her limbs could barely fit together and her veins were constantly popping. She appeared to be in an permanent total body flex - her every hotdog-thick artery seconds away from splitting her skin.

Monstra looked at Brian, her eyes brimming with chemically-amplified lust. Beneath her severely starved-down face was a misgevious grin.

"... Do you think you can handle me?" Monstra asked, running her finger along her sexy lips.

Brian swallowed hard. The vaguely girl-faced testosterone engine was completely horrifying. Veins were snarling through her face like swollen blue hoses. Her arms and legs were skinless tree trunks as thick as oil drums. She was a tendon-shredded, chestnut-tanned muscle-stud from head to toe, elbow to elbow.

But that's what made his dick into a flesh-colored flag pole - her muscles were utterly INSANE. She WANTED to be a muscle mass nightmare. She LOVED being called sick, demented, androgynous -these were her goals. She needed to build the buffest body on Earth - PERIOD.

Whether he realized it or not, Monstra was Brian's fantasy made unyielding flesh ready to flex her brains out.

***

The unbearably huge girl-hulk returned from her bedroom dressed in a miniskirt and tube top. Her short hair showed off the blunt thickness of her tree stump neck. She was wearing 6 inch platform heels that must have been made from titanium not to snap under her incredible weight. White knee-high stalkings slutted her up even more.

Brian almost shot his load at the sight of her chiselled , diet-starved face painted liberally with trampy club makeup. It was so wrong, yet searingly erotic. She was a white-hot club-ho built in a shipyard to suck cock and bench press dump trucks.

Monstra's clothes were deformed by her epic-V-shape to the point that they barely covered anything. Her explosively over-stuffed pecs stretched her top into a awkward band of cotton punctuated by her vein-wrapped nipple-missiles. Her miniskirt was barely visible between her softball-sized abs and tremendous thighs.

"Do you like my tight body?" Monstra asked seductively, swaying in a weird, girly way. Her face was lightly blushed, which surprised Brian and turned him on.

Brian nodded weakly. He was so erect that his dick ached.

"Think of me as a bulging piece of meat for you to play with." Monstra cooed, her fists tightening up. Veins surged with blood and bulged powerfully, becoming disgustingly fat. "You can do anything you want with me."

Brian licked his dry lips.

"I- I want you to pump-up." He stuttered. "I want you to get as jacked as you can!"

Monstra rubbed her legs together and moaned with lust.

"Ohhh, you have no idea what kind of a freak I am, Brian. I can get sooooo jacked...!"

She lifted her huge arms and flexed hard. For the first time, Brian realized that the barbaric, man-crushing bodybuilder he'd been drooling over all morning was just a watered-down preview of the real thing. The true Frankenstein flexed into existence before him and almost burst his eyeballs.

Hundreds of muscles solidified in carved, concrete relief, surging and smashing together with such ferocity that her though they'd snap her neck. The most mundane veins became throbbing arteries popping through her skin in three dimensions.

"Oh fuck..!" Brian whimpered. He almost lost his mind, and it was just the first flex. Monstra was like a god damned muscle volcano! Her enormous chest hung in space like a steel I-beam casting a humongous shadow over her stomach and legs. Her outrageous lats reached for the walls.

"This is nothing, Brian." Monstra whined, her lips twitching with effort. "These are pathetic baby muscles compared to how pumped I'll get for you. I'll get so huge that you'll faint at the sight of me!"

Monstra bent and cranked her arms back. She roared with strain as she hit the most incredible crab flex in human history. Brian didn't even hear her top snap over the shriek of stretching flesh. She instantly became a mutated anatomy chart that hurt his eyes. Her face was horribly strained and red, clogged with more vascularity than a pro-bodybuilder's entire physique.

"Oh yeah! GNNNNN!!! " She grinned, grunting and straining like a bull. She revelled in the perverted horror of her excruciating muscularity.

Slowly, Monstra released her flex. She was topless now and taking on a sheen of sweat. Her chest was two boulder-formations popping with unprecedented vascularise. Her nipples were tiny wine-corks stuck on like decorations.

Brian was so weak that he could hardly form a whimper.

Monstra smiled and sauntered across the room, her Sherman tank weight shaking the floor below her. Brian stared at her ass peeking out from her mini-skirt and couldn't believe it was real. Her could see striations as thin as human hairs strumming with each step. Dozens of veins snaked out of her butt-crack and ran across her glutes into her lower back. He'd never seen vascularity in a woman's glutes before. They looked like they were grown in a lab.

Monstra spent two minutes loading a barbell with 50 pound weights. It was a workout unto itself. By the time she was finished, the ends of the bar were sagging to the ground.

"Go ahead" She said, nodding to the bar. "Lift it."

Brian moved in behind the bar and took an underhanded grip. He strained every muscle in his body trying to pick it up, but he couldn't even get it off the rack.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed. "It's like it's bolted to the ground!"

The sweaty testosterone factory lay down on the bench beneath it and took hold. She filled all of the space between the weights and the bench with blocky meat. Her abominable mega-chest pressed painfully into the bar and almost lifted it by itself. Veins traced her fingers and knuckles betraying the hydraulic pressure of her grip. Her tensed forearms were just bone-deep layers of knotted, veiny tendons.

"Now that you know how heavy it is, tell me how many reps you want. " Montra asked, her voice aching with hunger. She grunted with brute effort and hoisted the mammoth weight up. "H-hurt me, Brian. Abuse me. Don't hold back!"

Brian could hear the bar creaking under the lunatic weight of the load. Monstra held it straight up and waited for his answer, her veiny knuckles shaking.

"15 reps!" He blurted.

Monstra started pumping right away, her eyes crazed and bulging. Thick blue hoses split her forehead within seconds of the first rep - a signature of the Herculean effort she was forcing from her body. Her teeth were clenched tight enough to crack, her expression pure, distilled fury. Each and every rep was agonising pain inflicted on every nerve ending in her body.

"Oh my god, Monstra - you should see yourself!" Brian blurted. He couldn't believe his eyes. Every new rep was injecting her with unbelievable, rock-quarry mountains of huge, meaty muscle mass.

"Keep pumping, Monstra! Your muscles are going crazy!"

A painful cry escaped Montra's lips as she passed her 5th rep. The dozens of weights on either side of the bar clanked loudly as they rattled in her shaking hands. She roared furiously, spit flying and continued on, unwavering in her determination. Her face was snarled and savage like some mindless beast. She was unrecognizable beneath a horrible fright-mask of straining, screaming veins on the verge of rupturing her face.

As the barely-female mass-machine pressed the bar upward a 6th time, her stupendous body just kept growing. The swell of her lats gobbled-up more and more space until she was so dense and thick that she could've been a small car. Brian watched Monstra's steroid muscle-gut tense with each press of the bar, each time pumping fatter, meatier veins across her belly. Wormy veins clogged the deep notches and grooves between her towering hills.

The reps became slower as she neared the end - the sheer, overwhelming weight radiating like thunder. The last two reps were high-grade octane shot straight into her veins, pushing her way over the line of female hyper-muscularity into sadistic, hormone-mutation territory. Sloppy, screaming agony followed the bar up to the rack and ended her inhuman set.

Monstra lay still for a moment save the towering rise and fall of her burning lungs. It took an incredible effort to sit up and turn her strained, purple face at Brian.

"Do you want to feel my body?" She gasped, as massively turned-on by her grotesque monster-muscles as Brian was. The gender-smashing mega-stud seemed to revel in the expression on Brian's face. She lived for the shock and awe.

Brian slowly approached her, equally afraid and aroused. Standing mere inches from her hot, dripping skin, he was reminded how much shorter she was, and yet her beefcake width could easily swallow him whole.

Monstra presented her naked, 100% breast-free chest for the shaking muscle admirer. It seemed beyond perverted - this walking orgy of brawn whoring her bulging body for nothing but Brian's erotic pleasure.

As Brian brought his hands up, he could fully appreciate the staggering grooves of definition carved into her beefy chest. His hands were tiny as he touched each coiled, planetoid mass. They were so painfully defined that they looked like thousands of barely contained steel suspension cables. Monstra's skin itself was hot to the touch and hard as granite. Her rich copper tan made his pale skin seem colorless by comparison. It was like a mortal standing in the presence of a goddess.

Monstra looked up and their eyes locked. Her gaze was liquid lust. Even with all of the brutal veinage snarling through her mummified face she was beyond erotic. He peered at her fat lips, glistening and wet and wanted to suck on them. God, she was every single fetish he had cranked to eleven.

Monstra moaned softly and balled her fists. Thousands of straining blood vessels exploded through her skin with such ferocity that Brianed jumped back. Her sweaty, laser-cut physique tightened like creaking leather, her muscle fibres multiplying beneath the powerful pumping of her heart.

Brian continued to feel-up the studly bodybuilding Frankenstein as she flexed with sweaty, teeth clenching fury. She hit one pose after another, each time growing huger still.

Monstra slowly brought her arms around Brian's shoulders. As her biceps hovered beside his head, he realized how truly humongous they were. Forget bigger than his head, each one was bigger than a basketball! As she pressed into him, he became completely enveloped in a womb of hot, sweaty muscles.

Brians' exploration continued down to Monstra's stomach. He shuddered at the swollen baseballs she had stuffed in her mid section, each one agonizingly forged by a hundred thousand inverted sit-ups. His fingers met the top of her miniskirt and he gasped at the squirming, bloated veinage struggling to get into in her panties.

[hatour]

"Go ahead..." Monstra whispered. "Take it off."

Brian looked at her. She was almost drooling with fuck-lust.

Brian took the hem of her skirt and yanked it down. His eyes widened at the sight of her slinky silk g-string and the massive, muscle-stuffed pussy-thing contained inside it.

"Oh my GOD!" He blurted. Monstra almost had an orgasm at sound of his amazement.

The space from Monstra's hips to her ass crack was somehow even more muscular than everything she had shown him so far. It was as if she'd purposely left the biggest and best for last. He instantly imagined her shoving hoses full of of growth hormone straight into her vagina. It couldn't have been far from the truth.

Her outmatched panties were cruelly stretched into a skinny sling-shot by the bear strength of her terrifying power-crotch. It seemed like every vein in her body thickened and converged at her pussy in some kind of vascular super-orgy. Somehow, Monstra has transformed her meticulously shaved snatch into the supreme, mega-muscled epicentre of her entire, steroid-pumped physique.

"This is how hardcore I am, Brian. There's absolutely no part of me that isn't hard, huge and ripped ." Monstra boasted as she lifted her hands and cupped them behind her head. "I've weight-trained my pussy so viciously that I can flex it as hard as any muscle in my body."

Brian didn't know what to say to that. He didn't have time to collect his wits before Monstra let out a an Earth-shattering roar and hit an outrageous new pose that blew his mind to bits - the full-frontal cunt flex.

The inhuman muscle-machine glared at him with shrivelling, single-minded ferocity and strained herself to the limit. Veins tore through her forehead and neck , her shoulders and chest detonated into ghastly striated subdivisions, but nothing compared to what happened between her legs.

Like a proud bodybuilder flexing his guns, Monstra tightened and ignited every muscle in her grotesquely muscle-packed pussy. Silk stretched forcefully across her chemically amplified sex-organ as her panties were strained to their very limit.

Brian could see every single muscle group in Monstra's crotch flex with more size, girth and contest-cut definition than any other part of her body. It was so totally mad that he had to step out of the moment for second just to make sense of what he was seeing.

The soft and sensual lips, the folds and small surrounding muscles of her pussy transmogrified before his eyes into blade-sharp mega-hunks of striated hulk-meat thicker and more shocking than even her biceps or triceps. The thickest, gnarliest veins he'd ever seen dominated every inch of her sex, roiling and pumping in and out of her snatch.

"T-this is for you...!" Monstra whispered, her face vein-clogged and ugly with unimaginable strain. She cranked her bulldog neck back and screamed into the sky, tendons bulging like crazy.

Brian's eyes were pulled back down by the loud ripping of stitches. He saw her brutalized underwear, now but a pencil-thin line of color bombarded by her sex-muscles, split apart beneath a tsunami of vein-choked cunt-striations. The panties finally tore in half and were swallowed under all the raging crotch beef.

Monstra released her flex and lowered her arms. As she stood there gasping, arms stuck out like the Neanderthal muscle-man she was, she was so jaw-droppingly jacked that she was a stranger to him. Her purple face was buried beneath ghoulishly lean, pain-twisted skin and alien vascularity. Her heaving, Hummer-sized shoulders utterly consumed her tiny head. She was all traps and chest, all multi-layered runway back. Only her high heels and sweat-soaked stalkings, most of which had torn open under the pressure of her pump, remained to remind him that she was a girl.

Then the soft voice, ragged from effort, oozed out of her mouth like silken sex. She looked him in the eye with more lust than a thousand strippers in heat.

"Fuck me, Brian." She commanded. "Fuck the most muscular bodybuilder on Earth."

She approached him menacingly, heat radiating from her skin, and grabbed his neck. She pulled him in and attacked him with wet, tongue-filled kissing. He was powerless to stop her but he didn't care. He let her conquer him, her arms, chest and lips eclipsing his body.

After a minute of pornographic Frenching, Monstra pushed him onto a weight bench. Brian looked at the vaguely vagina-like muscle furnace between her legs and saw it dripping girl-juice. He grabbed his pants and ripped them open.

Instead of mounting him, Monstra went over to the weights behind her. He watched as she unhooked a half-dozen pins from a tank-sized weight-stack blocking sight of most of the room.

Finally, she climbed over him holding two industrial-sized hand-holds above her. Thick chains ran from the holds to the ceiling and finally to the shipyard weights.

"W-what're you doing?" Brian asked meekly.

"You asked me to get as jacked as I can. I'm not even close yet."

Brian almost blew his load right there. With the devil in her eyes, the muscle-obsessed girl-gorilla pulled the chains. The entire room groaned and shook. The weights rattled behind her so loudly that it hurt.

Monstra slowly lowered herself on her body. Her juicy muscle sex swallowed his dick with a wet sucking noise. Brian moaned uncontrollably as his cock tunnelled deep into her iron love canal.

"You're the only man who's ever taken this much muscle, Brian." Monstra cooed. She licked her lust-swollen lips as if she were about to eat a meal. "You're almost as muscle-crazy as I am. But nobody can take me at full pump..."

Brian wanted to know what she meant, but he was too deep in his sexual euphoria. Monstra's bulging love-canal felt like a dozen hydraulic pistons expertly manipulating his dick. He knew she could crush him in an instant - she could crush marble with her frightening power-pussy - but it didn't matter. She felt so damn good.

Monstra closed her eyes. Her face went blank as if she were entering some deep trance. She was about to begin the workout of her life - her unmatched muscle-power about to be let off the leash to pump-up as huge and as mental as her twisted heart desired.

Monstra started to pull the chains towards her. The weights didn't move - they had thousands of pounds and gravity itself on their side. Small, pained sniffs and grunts escaped Monstra's shaking head as she fought harder. Her body began to rattle. Everything around her groaned and creaked. Her visually stretching skin screamed beneath a monumental attack of violently swelling muscularity.

"GGGGNNNNNNNN.....!!" She strained, her voice becoming deeper and more aggressive. Veins started to multiply on top of veins, colliding and criss-crossing. Her muscles condensed into tighter, striated coils of strength.

Her eyes shot open and a tidal wave of concentrated fury poured out of her. She fought harder, raging and spitting, her every inch mutating into something more than human.

Fatter arteries popped. Her shoulders and arms swam with hideous tubes of vascularity. Her face surged with the thickest, most horrible veins he'd ever seen.

"GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" Monstra roared, her voice now that of a deep-throated he-man. She had to be double the size of when she began and was rapidly becoming too horrible to describe. Still the weights sat shaking and straining - she couldn't get them up. Maybe she was human after all, Brian wished.

As if intercepting his thoughts, Monstra simply lost her mind. Screaming so loud that it knocked Brian's head back, Monstra's freakish body went nuclear. Her shoulders grew into deformed, medicine ball masses cut into blades. Her chest filled all of the space between her arms and hit her chin.

Brian blew his load like a geyser. He was amazed he'd lasted this long, but seeing Monstra go so far over the top was too much for him. She literally destroyed the most perverted Photoshop muscle morph he'd ever seen and made craziest female bodybuilder look like a fashion model.

The weights finally rose behind her and Monstra started crunching out agonizing reps. She couldn't speak - the pain was too intense. Maybe her brain had shut down or words required too much energy. Instead, she made the gut-wrenching noises of a primordial creature.

Looking back, Brian could finally see the weight she was lifting. It wasn't just a half-dozen refrigerator-sized plate-stacks - there were chains piled on top, weights hanging and clanking together. She'd loaded it with everything but the kitchen sink and was actually pressing it. The balls she had!

Brian felt his dick go steel-hard again. He was getting weak in the face of Monstra's all-consuming intensity, but she wasn't even close to slowing down. His lower half was gone, eaten up by her ridiculous crotch and thighs. His prick felt like it was a mile inside her. The pressure on him was getting more severe. All he could do was ride it.

HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!" Monstra bellowed, drool flapping across her chest as she crunched out a titanic giga-rep. Her neck was as thick as a TV set and pulsing like an alien. She had no ears anymore - they were buried under bloated sausage-traps reaching as high as her hair.

Brian came again. He pumped gallons of cum into her. Looking up at her, his jaw dropped open.

"Jesus...!!" Is all he could muster.

No matter where he looked, all he could see was veins and meat. The room was gone, blocked by something so irreparably muscular that it could scarcely be called a body. She was distilled, machine-like instinct blotting out feeling or logic - pumping fierce, rippling muscle-mass into invisible skin.

Brian couldn't image a bodybuilder any bigger or more hideously conditioned . Her face was gone from his vantage point, blocked by her abominable he-chest. Her abs and obliques were stupidly huge and didn't fit together right. Her lats were building-thick meat-wings without end.

All noise was guttural, snarling pain - shrieking gears - banging iron. He couldn't take anymore. His mind was racing and dizzy. She was too much - he was having a panic attack from the sight of so much god-damn girl beef!

"S-stop... too big... !"

The world went dizzy. Monstra somehow heard him and released the weights. They smashed down so hard that the entire building shook to the foundation.

Sweat rained down on him from the wheezing, gasping girl-stud above. She slowly looked at him, her horribly strain-mangled face unrecognizable.

"This.... is... f-for... you....!" She smiled, weak and exhausted from her impossible effort.

Leaning back, she brought her sadistically massive arms up and hit a screaming, crazy-eyed double-biceps. It was more muscle than Brian's feeble brain could possibly consume and he blacked out.

***

A week later, Brian was still having wet dreams about that incredible night. He emailed Monstra a half-dozen times, desperate to see her again. She finally responded with a provocative response:

I have an unregulated, unisex bodybuilding contest in eight months. I'm training harder than I've ever trained in my life so I can blow them all away. Meet me when It's over and we can have some fun. Hope you can still recognize me.

-XXX Monstra

[hatour]

Moving Day
by Mr. Shhh
(Characters created by Ayanamifan)

Egon heard a loud knock at the door. It sounded like a Rhino was ramming the house.
"I'll get it!" He shouted as he crossed the family room.
He opened the front door to find a human brick wall blocking the entire entrance. His first thought was that some meaty Norwegian weightlifter had arrived at the wrong address. That was until he saw the familiar blonde braid draped down the stretched-out sweater.
Kira turned around and beamed at the slender student. "Morning, Egon. We ready to do this?" She spoke, her voice warm and confident to the core.
Egon simply stared at the beautiful teen beefcake in front of him. He'd known Kira for years but the sheer spectacle of her super-sized physique always blew his mind.
"Um... can I come in?" She asked, a small grin pursing her beautiful lips.
"Oh! Yeah, of course!" He opened the door wider but it wasn't nearly enough. Kira turned sideways to fit through, her intense chest and dense, heavy back scraping paint from the edges of the doorframe.
She arrived in a chaotic room filled with boxes. A grey-haired man with a cane appeared in a nearby doorway and glared at her.
"Who the hell are you?"
Egon scrambled over. "Dad, this is Kira. She's going to help us load the moving truck."
The man's eyes tightened. "We need strong backs Egon, not your cutey girlfriend."
"I already told you Dad, Kira's really, really strong."
The old man examined the blonde's blocky body. A blue track suit was visibly stretched across abnormally powerful dimensions.
"Fine. We need everything loaded into the truck by lunchtime." He spat. "You think you can handle that, sweetie?"
Kira looked at Egon and smiled knowingly. "I do love a challenge."
The beautiful teen proceeded to unzip her top and peel it off revealing a staggeringly muscular upper-body packed into a tiny, midriff-baring tank-top. Neither Egon nor his Dad could believe the outrageous magnitude of Kira's rippling, veiny physique. Her thick neck, shoulders and arms were as impressive as the strongest muscle-men they'd ever seen and seemed even more cut. Her chest was a dense plate of ripped pectorals with only the slightest, saddest little boobs seemingly in danger of being flexed out of existence.
Kira enjoyed the men's stares as she stretched. She produced ghastly striations across her triceps and delts like strumming guitar strings.
"Don't try to keep up." Kira advised kindly. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
First up was a three-seater couch. The incredible female bodybuilder reached down and picked it up with a throaty grunt. Egon gawked as her visibly straining back swelled like a surging wave of meaty muscle mass. She easily carried the couch out the front door and placed it in the van.
She returned in the blink of an eye and looked at an easy chair. She quickly decided to scoop-up a stack of nearby boxes and place them on the chair before lifting all of it together. Egon could hear the stitches of her shirt creak loudly under the strain of her swelling lats and chest.
Within 45 minutes, Kira had emptied the entire house. As she returned to the family room, she struggled to get through the front door without smashing it down.
Egon and his Dad could barely believe their eyes. Kira was dripping with sweat - her hard nipples poking obscenely through her wet, clingy top. Her entire body had become so awesomely pumped that it seemed impossible. Her arms and chest specifically looked almost twice as big as they had been less than an hour ago. Bloated, purple-blue veins were surging across her bicep heads and snaked across her deeply-sliced shoulder blades.
"Geeze, Kira. You're really getting a workout...!" Egon stuttered.
"I wish. You don't have anything heavy enough to give me a challenge." The brawny beauty replied. It was remarkable that she's remained as sexy and attractive as a runway model despite the angry, monster-sized muscles threatening to explode through her skin.
"Well, there is still the piano." Egon injected cautiously.
***
Kira opened the garage door and peered at an old, dusty piano in the corner.
"I thought it was gonna be too heavy to move so I figured we'd sell it." Egon explained.
A wild-eyed grin formed across Kira's sweaty face. "Oh yeah - this'll be fun." She exclaimed.
Egon watched the stunning muscle-brute approach the piano and bend down. She wrapped her fingers beneath the bottom and bent her head back. Veins popped through her forehead as she strained to lift – her skin groaning like a submarine hull. The piano rose off the ground, one side first.
Egon was astounded. The thing must have weighed 500 pounds. Kira's head disappeared behind a rapidly expanding back build like a bomb shelter. Vascularity snaked through her wide anatomy with furious, spider web purpose.
The other side of the piano lifted and Kira began to rise. Muffled huffs and strains escaped her red, veiny face. She straightened all the way up and leaned the huge thing back, the height of it rising a half-dozen feet above her head. She turned and looked at Egon with a frightening, snarling smile.
"Where do you want it?"
Egon pointed to the van and Kira stomped past him with slow, lumbering steps. He could see the massive shape and detail of her flexing legs right through her over-burdened pants. Her arms were terrifying Roman columns as thick as his whole body.
She finally dropped the piano down in the van with controlled piston-power. Egon looked at her as she wiped her dripping face.
"That was fun." She laughed through deep breaths. "I don't suppose you have anything else like that?"
Egon shook his head.
"Aw. Too bad."
As the muscle-bound beauty climbed out the van she noticed one the vehicle's tires sagging.
"Hey, I think you've got a flat, dude."
The small teen peered at the limp rear tire.
"Ah man." He sneered. He rushed over to house and shouted through the door. "Dad! The truck's got a flat tire! Where's the jack?"
Kira kept her gaze on the tire, letting her mind churn. She glanced up at the contents of the tightly-packed truck and felt a bolt of excitement shoot through her.
"Forget the jack, Egon." She suggested politely. "Just get the spare ready."
Egon wasn't sure what she meant until he saw her kneel down at the bumper of the truck.
"No way..." He muttered. Even Kira wasn't THAT strong.
As if focusing herself at proving him wrong, Kira's youthful face tightened into a wrinkled, ragged mask of laser-focused concentration. Her stunning looks momentarily vanished as she grunted and spat with super-human effort. Egon heard the truck shriek as its colossal weight shifted to the rear – square onto Kira's mutant muscle-ball shoulders.
"Gnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!" The gleaming, muscle-stuffed beefcake snarled. Her bulldog neck thickened alarmingly, doubling in width and snapping a necklace she had on. Her arms vanished behind a limbless meat-shield back that began to pop stitches. A rapid earthquake of horribly bloated back beef suddenly burst her tank top wide open.
Somehow, Kira actually lifted the back of the huge, fully-loaded cube-van an inch off the driveway. It was the most incredible feat of strength Egon had ever seen. His father walked outside and his jaw dropped. He stared unbelieving at his son's grotesquely muscular friend pressing the whole van up all by herself.
Kira shifted her humongous thighs, sending waves of striations in all directions. Her pants simply couldn't handle the overload of excited girl meat and abruptly tore open all the way to her knees. Eye-popping slabs of hyper-developed muscle burst forth like crazy, bronze tsunami.
Readjusting her grip, Kira looked to the sky with bloodshot eyes and let out a beastly roar. Her arms detonated with the most demented, gag-inducing vascularity imaginable and the truck rose higher. She actually had to widen her hands to allow her inflating muscles room to grow. By the time she finished lifting the entire back end of the truck to waist level, she had transformed into a literal Frankenstein's monster right before Egon's eyes.
"O-okay... !" She muttered softly. "You can change the tire now!"
It took Egon and his Dad 7 long minutes to get the tires switched. Kira kept the truck held high the whole time without a word of complaint, though the loud rattling of the contents inside reminded them of her extreme effort. By the time they finished, she was so purple and veiny that she was virtually unrecognizable.
With an Earth-shaking crash, she dropped the truck back to the ground. Egon could only stare at the soaking wet girl-thing panting before him, huge and ugly with muscles that defied description. Her wet hair was stuck to her neck – her clothes mostly destroyed. A tatter of her once-proud tank top covered the pathetic sliver of breasts and nipples that seemed like a cruel joke on her testosterone-fed chest.
"Whew..." She breathed, seemingly unaware of her utterly inhuman pump. "That everything?"
The father and son nodded weakly.
"Cool. I feel like hitting the gym."

[mrshhh]

THE SUPER-STRENGTH SHOWDOWN
by Mr.Shhh

            The question was simple: who was the strongest super heroine of them all?  Evil genius Lex Luthor had created 7 diabolical challenges designed to answer that question once and for all.  Invitations went out to the warrior women of the universe challenging them to test the limits of their legendary strength.  The winner of Luthor's super-strength showdown would receive 500 million dollars donated to the charity of her choice and universal bragging right as the most powerful champion of all.
            Preliminary rounds eliminated dozens of contenders - Supergirl, Rogue, Ms. Marvel, She-Ra, Power Girl, She-Dragon.  When the dust settled, the three most powerful women were flown to a special arena to confront Luthor's menacing machinations.
            Competitor #1 was Wonder Woman, the legendary princess of Paradise Island.  As the Amazon entered the crowded stadium, it was easy to understand why the world revered her.  To see her in person was to have the air sucked from your lungs.  She was sex and power personified in a single sizzling package.   
            Wonder Woman's famous red and blue costume was bursting at the seams with bulging bodybuilder muscles and x-rated curves.  She was staggeringly well-developed, easily matching  the biggest, most envelope-pushing Ms. Olympia while still retaining incredible sex appeal.  Her shoulders were broad and striated like pumpkins, her arms were stuffed with bulging baseballs framing a meaty back, narrow, boyish hips and rippling sprinter's legs.   
But bolted to the center of her chest was the Justice League heroine's true claim to fame and the reason an entire generation of girls wanted basketball-sized implants for their 18th birthday: her eye-popping, bra-bursting, porn-star super-tits.  In a recent Maxim Magazine survey they'd been voted the greatest pair in history, beating Pam Anderson, Lara croft and Powergirl put together.  It wasn't that Wonder Woman's tits were the biggest, the firmest or the most gravity defying – they were ALL of these things put together. 
With her over-stuffed bustier, 6-inch heels and Brazilian-cut bikini bottoms, Wonder Woman looked more like an inflatable sex toy than Earth's proudest champion.  Most of her golden-tanned skin was naked including the majority of her well-muscled ass.  She seemed too proud to notice, oblivious to the lustful stares tracing her curves as she walked across the field.   
            The crowd was still gawking when the second competitor was announced - the sensational She-Hulk.  A hush fell over the audience, no small feat in a crowd of a hundred thousand people.  The reason was clear the moment the jade giantess took the field.
At 7 feet tall and 300 pounds, She-Hulk was the biggest champion of them all.  She was even more muscular than Wonder Woman – closer to a male bodybuilder than a female.  Snarling veins crawled up her bulbous arms in wormy wads.  Her shoulders and back swelled alarmingly wide and as thick as a truck.
But all the muscles in the world didn't make She-Hulk any less of a babe.  Her purple and white unitard was stretched tight by a set of huge, basketball breasts.  They were even bigger than Wonder Woman's, though on her dense frame they weren't nearly as disproportionate.  Her blackish-green hair cascaded across huge, meaty shoulders framing her sizzling, super-model looks.     
            She-Hulk got the crowd cheering with a few explosive poses.  She had personality to spare and loved flexing for a crowd.  Even her light exertions gave beefcakes like Thor and Hercules a run for their money.  Her bulging physique was a crowd favourite and the air was soon charged with excitement.  Into this pandemonium emerged the third and final champion – Gen13's Caitlin Fairchild.
            The shy red-head walked into the arena beneath a stunned crowd.  Everyone knew Fairchild was a bruiser - she had proven herself in battle time and time again, but the teen hard body was still considered a junior-league heroine.  Certainly she'd be outmatched against beefcakes like She-Hulk and Wonder Woman.  That was until the crowd got a look at Fairchild's bodacious body and it all started to click
            Caitlin's green and purple costume was stretched across an astonishingly pumped-up, contest-ready physique.  Clearly someone had been putting in the time at Reed Richard's heavy gravity hyper-gym.  Membrane-thin spandex clung to her beefy boulder-shoulders and heaving upper body, including a mind-blowing set of tits that came close to out-doing Wonder Woman's stupendous watermelons.  Fairchild had grown up, and then some.
            As the eyes of the world groped Fairchild's incredible body, a self-conscious blush colored her face.  She was uncomfortable with how sexy she was, how her jagged abs and melon-sized biceps could turn on a crowd.  As she bent over to tighten her boot straps, her shrunken, striated glutes flared like harp strings.  The entire stadium gasped at once.  No one had ever seen an ass so shredded, so carved from marble.  Veins squirmed out of the thong jammed up her butt crack.  Maybe, just maybe she'd stand a chance after all.
            With the line-up revealed, who would prove themselves the supreme warrior, the biggest and baddest of them all?  The stadium monitors presented a rundown of mathematical odds to the crowd.  Betting was rampant.
            Wonder Woman held a clear numerical advantage.  Based on historical data from thousands of battles, she was favoured to win by a wide margin.
            Caitlin Fairchild had clearly arrived in the best shape of her life but Luthor's data rated her on past combat.  As a result she came out on the bottom - the weakest of the three girls.
            She-Hulk was the wild card.  If it had been a simple bodybuilding contest, she would've been the favourite.  Based on her past battles, she was second to Wonder Woman, though she had been known to fly into fits of gamma rage that boosted her strength considerably.  It made calculating her power nearly impossible and left a big question mark over her name.
            ***
CHALLENGE 01: ONE VS ONE HUNDRED                   
            The three gladiators were lead to the start of the competition.  The first challenge one was a tug-of-war pitting each lone heroine against 100 male bodybuilders.  The fastest to achieve victory would score a point.
            As the girls waited to start, Fairchild turned to the others.
            "I just wanted to wish you both luck," She smiled, her youthful face beaming enthusiasm.  "May the best woman win!"
            Wonder Woman's expression remained carved in stone.  "This is a battle for warriors, not children."  She answered.  Fairchild's face wrinkled.
            "Sorry, cutie."  She-Hulk added.  "I'm not here to make friends either.  Frankly, you two don't stand a chance."   
            Fairchild was called up first.  Now she was really nervous.  The other heroines were so confident, so powerful.  Did she really have what it takes to beat them?
            A Kevlar-weaved titanium chain lay on the ground before her.  A water-filled moat divided her and the men.  The 100 strongmen were already in position, the heavy chain tight in their hands.  It was a ridiculous sight - one big-chested bimbo against an army of sweaty, shirtless muscle men.
            The beautiful do-gooder picked-up the chain and wrapped in around her wrists.  Intimidating masses of muscle surged through her sinewy forearms, veins popping and curling.  She squeezed hard and the chain suddenly shattered in her hands.
            "I-I'm sorry!"  She shouted innocently.
            A time-out was called while a sturdier chain was brought in.  Once it was ready, a buzzer sounded and the contest began.
            The men roared and pulled with their combined might.  To her surprise, Fairchild was yanked forward and almost lost her balance.  She quickly dug in her heels and stopped their momentum.
            The men were a sweaty, shouting mass of muscles trying to budge the immovable woman.  Amazingly, their combined muscularity seemed puny before Fairchild's rapidly swelling back.  Muscles flared madly across her wide lats, testing the width of her costume.  Her biceps tightened into frightening muscle-melons full of roiling, wormy veins popping sharply as she applied her strength.
            With one hand after another, Fairchild easily pulled the men forward.  They were powerless to stop her and succumbed to the rippling muscle-girl seconds later.  The official time was 25 seconds.  Fairchild let out a sigh of relief and a half smile.
            She-Hulk was up next.  100 fresh bodybuilders replaced the exhausted first set.  They glared at her with determination.
            She-Hulk picked up the chain and gripped it hard.  Her scandalously thin costume framed every rocky muscle in her Roman column arms.  Her shoulders tightened into clearly delineated blades of puffy girl-beef.
            The buzzer sounded and the men went nuts.  They might as well have been trying to pull down a bomb shelter.  She-Hulk smiled, veins curling along her temples and yanked the entire line-up of men back several feet at a time.  It only took a half-dozen wrenches of the chain to win the match.  Her official time: 15 seconds.
            She-Hulk shot Fairchild a snide look.
            "Maybe you should go home before you embarrass yourself."  She laughed.
            Finally, Wonder Woman took up the chain and leaned forward.  Heaving mounds of coppery-tanned cleavage ballooned out of her bustier.  It was almost distracting enough to miss the brutal striations digging through her shoulders and back.  Veins surged across her swelling muscles as she tightened her death grip on the chains.
            100 new men took hold of the chain, grunting and screaming in anticipation.  Wonder Woman's face was coldly focused.
            As soon as the buzzer sounded, Wonder Woman pulled with a terrifying roar.  All 100 men were launched into the air like they were fired out of a cannon.  They crashed down one on top of another in a bone-breaking pile right in front of the Amazon.
            The crowd went wild.  Both Fairchild and She-Hulk couldn't believe their eyes.
            Wonder Woman's official time came up on the TV screens - 3 seconds.  She was the winner of the first challenge.  Studying her stoic face, Caitlin wondered if she took pleasure in anything.  In truth, Wonder Woman was every bit a warrior.  She desired one thing and one thing only: victory.

Read more crazy female muscle stories at: You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login

[Jeremy Lightning]

If this is the real Mr. Shhh, welcome to Forum Saradas! Big fan, been following your stories since Battle of the Sexes part 1, so that goes back a while. Good to have you here, hope you keep up the great writing. K+!

[mrshhh]

Thanks, guys.  I am the "real" mrshhh, had to make a new account as my old one expired. 

[mrshhh]

THE SUPER-STRENGTH SHOWDOWN
challenge 2: the thighmaster

            As the super girls were guided to the next area, their luscious physiques exhibited a noticeable pump.  Only one challenge in, their muscles were substantially larger and more defined.  Their already vascular bodies were far veinier than before, with wormy wads snaking across their masculine arms and pressing through their costumes.   
            The women arrived before what looked like three oversized wrecking balls – huge iron spheres each two stories tall.  The heroines were informed that the humongous objects were forged from molecularly-reinforced lead and weighted approximately 50 tons each, a mighty challenge for any super heroine to press.  But the girls weren't tasked with lifting the balls but rather crushing the massive spheres between their powerful thighs.  The fastest to shatter the core of their spheres, registered by a network of nanite sensors deep in the superstructure, would get a point.
            Fairchild was hesitant to begin, embarrassed by the notion of spreading her legs before the eyes of the world.  Why the hell did her costume have to be a slutty dental-floss thong?  Wonder Woman had no such hesitations and lay down on her back, legs wide open in a perverted spread eagle.  A hush fell over the crowd, perhaps the entire planet as every eyeball and camera lens focused on the heart-stopping slip of micro-underwear stretched taunt across her juicy sex.  The tiny width of bikini bottom material left her swollen pussy lips bulging out on either side.  Even more shocking were the muscles packed between her legs - as hard and numerous as any other part of her body.   
            The other heroines joined her in position and opened their legs wide, their hot pussies offered up to the world.  It was an astonishing sight, the fantasy of every super villain who ever dreamt of capturing a beautiful heroine and having his way with her.
            As Fairchild wrapped her legs around her sphere, her slutty thong dug deep into her vagina.  She could feel it splitting her open, forcing her fat, wet lips apart.  The audience couldn't believe it - she really was 100% pure muscle everywhere.  Even the folds of her vagina were visibly striated, rippling with her movements.  What the hell kind of training was she doing - crushing iron dildos for reps?  Veins from all over her legs converged in the steroid orgy that was her perfectly shaved snatch.
            She-Hulk's crotch was just as muscular and even more vascular.  Her sexual organs were a furious mishmash veiny sex-beef capable of crushing concrete.  The lips of her vagina looked like flexing biceps.     
            The women each gripped a set of steel hand-holds bolted to the floor.  Definition flared across their huge thighs as they prepared themselves.  Their faces were concentrated and focused.
            The signal was given and it began.  Grunts escaped their lips as they squeezed with all of their might, the 3 iron spheres groaning loudly.  At first little happened.  The spheres were even tougher than they looked.  Clearly Luthor had built them to last.       
Wonder Woman flared her teeth, her generous lips rolling back and her golden brow wrinkling.  Ugly veins popped from her forehead as she ramped up the effort.  Her iron sphere snapped, crackled and popped like a 50-ton bowl of Rice Krispies - the effort inflating the Amazon's straining physique like a big-titted balloon.  Her thighs quickly doubled in size, the craggy, pulsing muscles in her legs simultaneously shrinking and expanding.  As her crotch muscles flared, her underwear was forced tighter and thinner, digging an inch into her sex like a g-string razorblade.
            She-Hulk wasn't about to lose this one.  With a bassy roar, she threw her head back and squeezed with all her might.  Her neck ballooned to twice the thickness of her head and merged indistinguishably with her gorilla traps.  Her large breasts were hoisted high into the sky by the massively swelling pecs they were bolted to.   
            The sphere between She-Hulk's humongous thighs cracked suddenly, the noise like a shockwave across the arena.  But it wasn't enough - the core remained intact.
            Fairchild's heart was pounding.  She was filling with fear and dread.  She was going to lose!  She was pathetic and weak!  Yet deep down, a part of her was getting excited, turned-on even.  She was proud of the body she had forged.  She'd spent every waking hour of the last eight months in the triple gravity gym, dedicated to pumping herself to the max, making herself as huge as possible.  Some nights she looked at her body in the mirror and didn't even recognize the rippling she-stud staring back at her.  It was her dirty, lustful dream to be the beefiest Hercules of them all - a freakish, androgynous muscleman with the strength of a thousand super heroines.  It was time to put her shyness and humiliation aside and show them what real muscles looked like.   
            Fairchild closed her eyes and grunted softly.  Her sensual lips quivered.  Veins tore through her temples.  It felt like torture, needles of pain stabbing her body, but the effect was jaw-dropping.  Her entire physique was suddenly shot full of adrenaline.  Every part of her began to transform, grow and morph into a some steroid-injected version of herself.  Her shoulders erupted, widening and doubling in size, vascularity surging uncontrollably.  Her huge breasts were pushed aside by mammoth pecs growing like continents, grossly out of place on a beautiful girl's body.
             The other women didn't notice Fairchild's strides until her sphere suddenly cracked with the force of a sonic boom.  In one shot she jumped to the lead.  If she could keep up the pressure, she might actually win the challenge.     
Wonder Woman tightened her fists squeezing every muscle in her body into a furious state of flexation.  Screaming vascularity exploded through her arms and legs dropping jaws around the world.  Everyone knew Wonder Woman was beefcake - she'd been on the cover of a thousand bodybuilding magazines, done sexy calendars, even posed for Playboy.  She possessed one of the most muscular physiques in the world.  But no one had ever seen her push herself like this.  She was going nuclear, pumping herself up into an insane state of hyper-muscularity impossible for an ordinary woman.
            Wonder Woman's sphere cracked in 3 more places, the booming shockwave shaking the arena to the foundation.  Spectators were knocked off their feet spilling drinks and hotdogs.
            She-Hulk screamed in savage defiance.  Her neck flared even wider, looking like it could swallow her head.  Her pecs flexed so hard that they pressed against her chin.  Her giant tits rolled into her armpits like useless, floppy jelly orbs.
            The cracks in She-Hulk's sphere deepened rapidly.  Her astonishingly shredded mega-thighs were car crushers squeezing the life out the giant lead ball.       
            But Wonder Woman would not be beaten - not by this green-skinned slut, not by a big-titted teenager, not by anybody.  She released her hands and slammed her fingers into the concrete ground, digging them an inch into the Earth.
            "Hera, give me strength!"  She screamed, eyes bugging wildly.  She crunched her abs, producing out an alien 12 pack that defied description.  With a deafening shriek, the sphere collapsed in on itself as if pulled tight by a giant belt.  The core shattered with megaton force, tearing up concrete in a wide circle around it.  The senor signalled the end of the round.  Wonder Woman was victorious for the second time.
            The crowd went crazy.  Odds updated on all the view screens, shooting Wonder Woman's stats through the roof and dropping She-Hulk and Fairchild's chances substantially.
            Wonder Woman got to her feet, her quivering thighs absolutely dominated by a spider web of screaming arterial veins.  She was dripping sweat, her slutty costume soaked through and partly transparent.  Her gorgeous, tanned skin glistened like gold, amplifying her sadistic, eyeball-melting definition.  As she stood proudly before the crowd - her chest heaving from the monumental exertion - her ridiculous melons threatened to blow apart her bustier.  Her hugely enraged man-pecs added meaty inches to her already preposterous bust line.  It was abundantly clear that her physique was no longer that of Ms. Olympia but now a behemoth Mr. Olympia with tits.  She was a beefcake wet dream come to life.         
            Fairchild and She-Hulk got up slowly behind her.  They were equally sweaty and pumped, their costumes packed to the limit with swollen muscle meat.  Neither said a word but their worried faces spoke volumes.  The contest might be over a lot sooner than they expected.

Read more crazy stories at You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login

[beardedladylover]

Who's She-Dragon?

[alexxx]

K+ !!! Can't wait for the third part.... it's my favourite story at the moment!

[Yuii-chann]