Love and Rivalry

[Apley44]

Hey everyone, I have a sudden inspiration for a new story, but not sure what direction yet. Still, I really want to put my ideas to paper and here is the first chapter. Hope everyone can enjoy.

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Chapter 1: Her and Me

"C'mon Augustus! Fifteen...sixteen...seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...twenty!" my coach urged.

I roared as I let the weighted cables drop violently onto the gym floor, the 90 pound iron on each side crashing into a loud clatter as the as gravity did its job. Today was chest day, and cable flies were traditionally the final exercise of the day. We liked to mix compound and isolation exercises into my brutal regime, each workout targeting a different area of my chest. I was like a master sculptor, and my body was my canvas, a masterpiece that could only be perfected into a historic work of art. Bodybuilding is a work of art.

She told me that a long time ago.

Why do I love bodybuilding...hmm? she had echoed my question that time, her forehead cuddled deeply into my warm muscular chest.

There has to be a reason, Sarah, I had replied.

Well, because to me, bodybuilding is an art. My body is my masterpiece, she had answered.

An art.

My pectoral sculpting sessions would include upper chest, lower chest and overall chest. Inclined barbell bench press, inclined dumbbell bench press and low-to-high cable fly dropsets for upper chest; decline barbell bench press, decline dumbbell bench press and high-to-low cable fly dropsets for lower chest; and then an intensive 10 set flat barbell bench press and dumbbell fly for overall chest. And I do this twice a week. By the end of the day, if I didn't throw up, I would be lying half-dead on the floor.

Today though, I was feeling energetic. The new cycle must be taking effect.

I hungrily peeled off my stringer vest, and tight fitting shorts, naked except for my bright red posing trunks and the electrodes stuck onto my arms and pecs. Ignoring the equipment, the corners of my lips twisted into a confident sneer as I crunched into a dynamic side chest, the lumps of hard flesh on my pecs and arms rearranging themselves into tectonic striations, throbbing veins and explosive musculature. I could see and feel my pectoralis majors, expanding into massive proportions, the muscles like scrunched up phonebooks stuffed into my ribcage.

As I strained with power, I could hear the panicked beeps of the computers registering my infinite strength, surely my limits were too much for these petty machines to handle. Eventually, as I held my majestic pose, the electrodes couldn't take it anymore and popped off my skin, surrendering to nothing but raw muscle power. I just did a six-stage dropset on the high-to-low cable fly, 140 pounds per side then dropped to 130 pounds —> 120 —> 110 —> 100 —> 90. That was one set. I did five sets total, each weight for 20 reps. And I feel INCREDIBLE!

My three butlers hurried over to pat me dry, my sweat already over-soaking their towels, as if I had just jumped into a pool rather than worked out. The team of chest coaches, five of them in total, consisting of mainly sports science professors, analysed my readings and form on the computers. They didn't look like they ever worked out, but when it came to the latest scientific improvements on biomechanics, nutrition and muscle anatomy, they were the cream of the crop. America's best minds in sports science. And when you were a sponsored bodybuilder like me, you had a different team of sports scientists training you for different body parts. This was the chest team, but on other days, there were the leg team, back team, arms team, shoulders team and conditioning team. Each with their own sophisticated, evidence-based methods. That was the beauty of Hercules Tech Inc. "Creating Gods" was our company motto.

"Mitochondria density improved. Muscle fibre density as well. Body fat down to 0.08%. We can do better," the chief of the Chest Team, Dr Hugh recited. "Okay, we'll know what to do next week. Dr Connor, give him the gear."

My butlers gave me a nod as they beckoned me to pull down my trunks, Dr Conner flipping open a briefcase containing one of the angriest-looking syringes I had ever seen. It was almost 50cc in volume, filled with a thick, greenish concoction that I had seen all too much. We had upped the dose to 6 shots per day, and despite the hassle of having a giant needle stuck to my muscular butt, I was loving the effects of the new cycle.

"Hold still okay," Dr Connor said. I felt the cold dampness of an alcohol swab over my gluteal surface, and then a sharp prick and the surge of primal excitement as the concoction plunged into my bloodstream.

I grunted, and inhaled deeply as I relished in the ecstasy of the drug. "Holy fuck! Oh God yes!" I yelled. As Dr Connor backed away with the now emptied syringe, I couldn't help but admire my newfound power in the mirror, taking in my muscular frame which had since swelled up to a couple extra inches, my veins which were now twice as thick and engorged, and my libido, which was now escalated into animalistic proportions.

"Testosterone Alpha," Dr Connor remarked, "The pride of Hercules Tech."

To end the session, my butler brought in a tray of post-workout supplements — even more expensive combinations of pills and shakes that would give me that marginal edge over the rest of the competition. A 2.2L bottle of 100% isolated genetically-engineered whey protein, two capsules of sleeping pills, with even more pills for acne prevention, skin care, hunger pills (so I could devour more in my six daily meals), post-workout recovery, etc. I downed all the supplements hungrily, before striking out a Most Muscular pose, indulging in the obsession towards my beautifully ripped muscular body. My 12-inch monster cock was already standing in attention, stretching out the fabric in my trunks, coupled with my impeccable jawline, my aura of confidence, expensive crew cut and hulking musculature, I was the prime specimen of masculinity, a brawny stud that was the envy of every man in this world.

"With this new cycle, you will experience a surge in your sexual drive, and since you have done so well today," Dr Huth said, and he snapped his fingers.

The gym doors clicked open and four gorgeous-looking bikini supermodels strutted into the gym. I remembered their names: Felicia, Ursula, Candice and Kirsty, spelled FUCK. They were former Playboy and Sports Illustrated models, and now paid by Hercules Tech to satisfy their most prized asset: me. They had silk robes draped over their bodies, but seeing me and my huge cock, they undressed, letting their robes drop to the floor, revealing nothing but pure, Greek Goddess nudity that would put the sexiest porn stars to shame. Felicia crouched down and removed my posing trunks with her teeth, while Ursula sucked on the tip of my penis. Candice played and licked my Herculean ass, while Kirsty worshipped my pecs and arms.

"Hello ladies, I just had my fourth dose, and I'm feeling super horny for some pussy! I just had a brutal workout and my muscles are jacked as fuck! I'm gonna fuck y'all senseless!" I said.

"Please, fuck us!" Felicia moaned.

"What a stud!" Ursula screamed.

"Kill me now...I'm climaxing just from looking at this hunk of a man..." Candice cooed.

"Too...many...muscles..too...sexy..." Kirsty panted.

It was brutal, and I was an animal. I destroyed those girls, there was no love there, just primal sexual instinct. I straight up raped all four girls at once: forcing my giant of a cock into one of their vaginas and fucking her up doggy style; inserting my muscle-powered fists into two more girls' pussies (the same fists used to crush iron-loaded weights day-in, day-out), and then sucking on the fourth girl's beautifully tasty clitoris with my well-trained mouth. And then making them trade places and do it all over again. The sound of my herculean thighs slapping against their juicy, meaty booties; the moist feeling of my strong hands massaging the insides of their private parts, their moans of ecstasy when I hit their G-spots, and the sexy pop of my lips and tongue as I smothered their clits. I came so much, up to the gallons, my orange-sized balls churning out cum like a semen-producing machine, another side effect of Testosterone Alpha, and I was very sure, all four girls were pregnant by the time I was done. Puddles of my cum could be seen all over the gym floor, all the way up to the ceiling, and the cleaners would need to work overtime tonight. The girls were unconscious, but I filled their wombs and pussies with so much jizz, their bellies looked absolutely inflated.

That was when the post-nut clarity hit, when the effects of the drug wore off a little. God, this shit was insane, it was unnatural. But I had my reasons for doing so.

With the ecstasy gone, I took a deep sigh, and gathered my belongings. I was a completely different person with Testosterone Alpha. That wasn't me, and it was scary. But I needed Hercules Tech, and I needed them bad. I pressed the button on the intercom, my voice in its usual soft-spoken tone.

"I'm sorry. Bill, would it be okay if you send a clean-up crew up to the gym, it's a mess. And make sure someone gets the girls back to their rooms. I know it's after five...just get them dinner after, on me. Thanks man. Appreciate it."

I grabbed the silk robes and covered the girls' unconscious bodies. They would need some pretty extreme birth control tomorrow morning.


A little about me, and how I ended up here. My name is Augustus "The Animal" Armstrong, and I was a Hercules Tech-sponsored bodybuilder for the past 6 years. I'm 30 years old, and already, had three Mr Open Olympia titles to my name. What is an Open Olympia? Well, the Olympia had evolved over the years. Previously, there was Men's and Women's Bodybuilding, Men's Classic Physique, 212 Olympia, Women's Physique, Fitness, Figure, Wellness and Bikini. But ever since Farrah Marvel signed a sponsorship with Monster Queen Labs a decade ago, the entire landscape of bodybuilding changed forever. Bodybuilding was now a corporate-funded affair. Each nutrition and sports company signing the best bodybuilders in the business, and perfecting them with the latest supplements, training regimes, nutrition programmes, scientific advancements and very openly...drugs (mainly scientifically-enhanced Testosterone). Farrah Marvel, pumped up with Monster Queen Lab's patented Testosterone Hippolyta, stepped onto stage as a completely different mass monster, that she even dwarfed the Mr Olympias. Farrah Marvel, 385 pounds in contest weight, 6 foot 3. Ever since then, sports companies poured money into research and the best companies came out with their own scientifically-enhanced testosterone. Hercules Tech had Testosterone Alpha. Minotaur Labs had Blue Testosterone. Monster Queen Labs developed a newer generation, called Testosterone Athena. Now the Olympia is divided into two arms: Natural and Monster. Natural still consisted of your regular Big Ramy and Ronnie Colemans in the Heavyweight Mr Olympia, and Andrea Shaw and Angela Yeo in Heavyweight Miss Olympia. But Monster bodybuilders compete in a mixed-gender Open Olympia category, whereby both men and women mass monsters shared the same stage to show off as much muscle mass as they possibly can. Minimum body weight: 380 pounds. Minimum height: 6 feet. It was basically a category for giants!

Here were my measurements:
Height: 6 foot 5
Weight: 415 pounds
Arms: 29 inches
Chest: 65 inches
Waist: 35 inches
Thighs: 42 inches
Calves: 29 inches
Penis length: 12 inches

But while most Monster bodybuilders did it for the fame, money and the ecstasy of pushing their bodies to the very limit, I had a different motivation. After college, I ventured into bodybuilding full-time, and I was good at it, winning a couple of Mr Heavyweight Olympias in the Natural arm. But the Natural arm didn't pay the bills anymore. The real money was in Monster, and I needed the money. For my sister.

Alex.

Alex was 10 years younger, but her youth was stolen by her frequent trips to the hospital. I barely finished college when she was diagnosed with this rare condition called Alex Syndrome. Yes, it was so rare, they named the disease after her. Alex Syndrome, or its scientific name, Juvenile Ascending Corticospinal Myelitis, is a genetic condition whereby the body attacks specific parts of her spinal cord called the corticospinal tract, causing her to lose all movement in her limbs and torso. On a good day, she was wheelchair bound, losing only her leg movement. But on bad days (called flares), she would lose her arm and hand movements. On worse days, when she had to be brought to the emergency room, she would lose her movements in her breathing muscles, thus, causing her to have difficulty breathing. That's scary, and the worse part was, we couldn't predict when the flares would come. So waking up daily was a gamble and we could only pray for a good day.

Because of my sister's ultra rare condition, no treatment exist for this. And because it was so rare, no company was willing to spend millions to billions on research just to benefit that ONE patient in the world. But, a lifeline came when Hercules Tech saw my potential in bodybuilding, and offered me a contract. They were willing to sponsor me for my bodybuilding AND fund their medical research division (Hercules Med) into developing a treatment for my sister's condition. In return, I train my ass off, get fucking ripped, go for photoshoots, act in movies and win as many Monster Open Olympia titles I can. In other words, make as much money for Hercules Tech as I could. And every time I win the Open Olympia and become Mr Open Olympia, they will pour an additional 10 million dollars to my sister's research fund. As a result, since I won three Open Olympia titles since then, much progress had been made for Alex Syndrome. Now they have a medication that could treat the flares and stop flare attacks temporarily. It was life saving for my sister. But it wasn't enough. Her flares would come back occasionally, we need a PERMANENT cure, nothing temporary. So stakes were high.

I stopped by the heavy oak door that was Alex's room. I pushed it open and there she was in her wheelchair, facing the window overlooking the LA skyline. A nurse was feeding her some porridge, something that Alex needed to get used to as her swallowing muscles were affected as well, rendering her only being able to tolerate liquid foods. Today was a bad day for her, a minor flare in the morning, affecting her arm and hand muscles, thus the nurse feeding her. A dose of medication was enough from the Hercules Med nurse to halt the worsening of her symptoms, but full function of her arms would be elusive for the rest of the day. Tomorrow would be better, I pray.

Alex smiled as she saw me enter. There were no words in her mouth, that was gone a long time ago. For some reason the disease attacks the nerves of the vocal cords too.

My BIG, BIG brother, she used to say. He would protect me.

I do my best. These testosterone jabs. These side effects. The supplements. The brutal workouts. The photoshoots. The guest posing tours all over the country. The promos. The ads. All to keep Hercules Tech happy. All to keep Alex alive.

Alex took another sip of the porridge, the nurse scraping the edges of Alex's lips to keep the porridge in. Alex, 20 years old, the prime of her life. She looked so small, no bigger than a middle school girl, her limbs all withered from the muscle atrophy, evidence after years of disuse. But her smile was strong, hopeful. That itself made her more beautiful than any girl Hercules Tech ever offered me.

She wiggled her fingers, attempting nothing more than a twitch. Come sit with me, her eyes told me.

I obeyed. I pulled a chair, and despite my sweaty body, she didn't mind. The LA skyline was beautiful tonight. Much like her smile. How I wish to see that smile forever.

You must live Alex. I must make sure of that.


Seoul, South Korea:

Sarah shifted her feet in the tub, feeling the thickness in the mud bath as her six servants stirred and ladled the brownish-greyish mud over her body. A seventh servant had Sarah's head resting on her lap, spreading the mud over Sarah's face with her fingers, massaging Sarah's expensive skin and high cheekbones. These servants exist only for her benefit, and it felt good, being pampered the entire day by these servants. The heavy oak doors clicked open as a lady in a corporate pantsuit entered, clipboard in her hand, and bowed 90 degrees.

"Mistress Park, your mud bath is over. It is now time for your second workout session of the day," the corporate lady remarked.

The six servants stopped their work and bowed the same. The seventh servant hurriedly soaked a sponge and wiped the mud off Sarah's face, revealing a radiantly exfoliated skin below. Once clean, Sarah opened her eyes, the hazel irises sparkling in the light, before gracefully rising from the mud pool, her body breaking through the surface of the thick, volcanic soil-liquid. What emerged was a body of unrivalled proportions, her frame almost mountainous in nature, like a battle submarine resurfacing from the ocean, the thick mud slipping down her muscular shoulders, back, and torso. Her beefed-up arms hung by her sides, pushed out wide by her jutting lats which flared out like hoods of a cobra, the slabs of latissimus dorsi muscle looking as thick as fire-extinguishers stuffed into her frame. As she made her way up the steps of the pool, her tree-trunk thighs emerged, each stomp looking as confident, heavy and powerful as a person who was used to this kind of attention. As Sarah exited the pool, puddles of mud gathered onto the tiled floor, the mud continued to splash down her massive body like a waterfall but she couldn't care less. Someone would be there to mop it up. She swaggered over to the oversized shower room next door, her seven servants following closely behind, this time each bringing with them a long shower brush.

The shower room was huge. It had to be, to fit Sarah's humungous frame. A servant turned on the shower, and warm water rained from the ceiling, The servants started scrubbing her body with their soaped up brushes, each servant targeting a specific part of her body. And yes, seven people were necessary if they were to cover all the adequate areas of her massive body and still be done in 15 minutes. Sarah had given up showering on her own years ago, her body just too big for her to reach on her own. She now had servants to do it for her, all she had to do was to stand there and lift her arms here and there to allow them to better reach the deep gouges and crevices formed by her lumps of beefy muscle. As the mud eventually got rinsed off her body, more and more, the sheer detail and muscularity of Sarah's frame was clear for all to see.

Sarah was HUGE. Monstrously HUGE. And monstrously RIPPED.

She had to be. After all, she was the reigning champion of the Open Olympia. She was Miss Open Olympia. She had been for the past two years. One of only a handful of bodybuilders, male or female, to successfully defend her title and win it consecutively. The only other two bodybuilders to have done it: Farrah Marvel from ten years ago and Augustus Armstrong.

Augustus Armstrong. What a man. What a history they shared. What a rivalry. Sarah was the first person to wrestle the Open Olympia title from Augustus, and successfully ended his dominance for the past three years. He came in a strong second in both times she won it, establishing the five-year duopoly between Augustus and Sarah in the Monster bodybuilding events, not just in the Olympia, but also in the Arnold and IFBB Pro shows.

As the shower drizzled dry, her servants switched to their towels and patted her dry. Finally, Sarah was able to see the full clarity of her glorious muscular conditioning in the full-body mirror. The mud bath buffed up her skin real good, and she looked absolutely radiant, her skin silky and smooth, the peaks of her oversized muscle bellies glinting in the light like a polished bronze statue, from her biceps to her pecs to her abs and quads. As she struck a few compulsory poses, a dynamic side chest, a sexy thighs and abdominals, a confidence-oozing side tricep, a powerful front double bicep, Mmm...she thought, I look absolutely solid!

Yup, very good. Excellent. Very hard to beat, her posing coach had commented yesterday. And she was only three weeks out from this year's Olympia, and she had yet to fully peak. She could only get better.

Her bulking season six months ago went by very successfully as well. She no longer called it bulking, it was Mega-bulking. Her meals per day could feed an entire professional NFL football team, with lots of meat, lots of protein and lots of clean carbs. And the amount of gear she was on...insane. She remembered the triple cycle Testosterone Athena, coupled with the alternating jabs of human growth hormones (HGH), the slew of pills that she had to take to maintain the Goddess look, which meant a lot of boob enhancers, fat burners, acne preventers, voice feminisers, and hunger pills to encourage meals. She ate every two hours and each meal was kept large and she had to finish it. Four grams of protein for every pound of body weight, she needed hunger pills to keep to that. Food was mainly fuel for her. Fuel for muscle building, and energy to work out. Her body fat was up to 5%, which was a lot more than she liked but she still looked absolutely shredded, her eight fist-sized abs looking like they were carved by the most muscle-obsessed sculptor in the world. But bulking season was all about gains, gains and gains, and boy did she gain. She was the biggest she had ever been, and the heaviest she had ever been at 446 pounds, packed with lots and lots of muscle. Men and women alike sidestepped to give way when she walked, for she looked like she could trample over anyone, that confident bodybuilder's swagger of hers turning heads and drawing gasps as she filled the rooms with her presence.

But as the Olympia approached, it was essential that she start cutting and that was exactly what she was doing nowadays. She was starting to shed that unnecessary weight, her body-fat moving down to 0.06%, while still looking absolutely huge! Now, she was all muscle, super vascular, super striated, super shredded. With that fat gone, her sturdy, girthy stomach shrunk down into a narrow ravine of pure muscular prowess — her abs, serratus and obliques stuffed tightly into her core, muscles climbing over each other, fighting to present themselves over the limited space. She really had that exaggerated, womanly hourglass figure, with shoulders made up of boulder-sized delts bigger than her head, fire-hydrant traps rising up to her ears and lats on each side almost the size of two oxygen-tanks, spreading her arms almost a foot out wide on either side of her torso, adding nothing but width to her upper body frame, before tapering to a narrow but solidly packed abdomen, and then desperately ballooning out again into tremendous sequoia-sized thighs and bulbous glutes jutting out like two Thanksgiving turkeys smashed together. She looked like something out of a CrisShapes comics character, the real life version of Jennifer Hardstone and Gina Isenbody.

She remembered how the heavy-duty weighing scale shook and vibrated yesterday as she stepped onto the weighing platform, the needle on the reader going crazy as it took in her gigantic weight, before finally settling on a number.

Sarah's measurements:
Height: 6 foot 6
Weight: 428 pounds
Arms: 30 inches
Chest: 65 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Thighs: 42 inches
Calves: 30 inches
Boob size: DD cup

She was big. Very big. And she will be very hard to beat.

Beware, Augustus. You're gonna get humiliated.

Sarah admired her Goddess muscular beauty in the mirror, turning around for a ego-stroking check-in of her famous back. She would be angry if someone had outmuscled her in a frontal pose comparison, but she would be violently infuriated, God-forbid, if anyone could defeat her in a rear body posedown. She had a BEAUTIFUL back, insanely thick, insanely massive and insanely mountainous, testament to her brutal regime of barbell rows, lateral pulldowns and weighted pull-ups. Carved like the geographical ranges of the Himalayas, her traps, rhomboids, rear delts, teres and lats swelling not only outwards but upwards, obscuring the back of her ears and half of her head, all that tremendous, abundant muscle stacked onto her frame like a gigantic mushroom capping her back. With the cutting season, shadows formed over her deep grooves and crevices perfectly separating each muscle complex; striations, feathering and even back veins aplenty. It took a very special level of conditioning to show off back veins, but to Sarah, it was essential. With the perfect muscular separation, the demon face was in full view, her muscled back from hell. If there was a battleship equivalent of her back, she would be a Gerald Ford-class aircraft carrier. Because of the sheer size she portrayed, completely bossing that supervillain look, she had been casted to play characters like Venom, Bane, Juggernaut, The Abomination and Doomsday, earning her the nickname Sarah "The Supervillain" Park Ji-eun. Take that, Augustus. He only got to play The Hulk and Superman. In the comics, Doomsday killed Superman!

She ran her hands down to her lower back, feeling up her meaty, muscular globes of sexiness in her glutes, the skin perfectly exfoliated, very smooth, the solid booty very round, very shapely, very perky, jutting out so prominently from her hips, she could balance a wine glass on it. Even unflexed it was well-separated from her Christmas tree lower back and beefed-up hamstrings, the contours very defined, and with that abundant mass, the spherical muscular peak glinting perfectly in the light like a polished bronze globe. She then tightened her hips and flexed her glutes, the muscular booty snapping to life as it contracted like hydraulic pistons into hyper-dense, hyper-striated mounds of kidney-shaped she-beef, the hip dimples forming deep, shadowy gouges in her flesh, testament to her intense circuit of squats, deadlifts and barbell glute bridges. She gave her ass a tight slap, feeling the raw power and muscular density of her proudest asset.

Her body was all dried up now, and her servants had made every effort to scrub out all that mud from off the deepest crevices in her rippling muscular bulk. In her naked glory, her skin radiantly rejuvenated, and all those thick muscle bellies glinting in the light, she looked absolutely majestic. She was just oozing power and dominance. She ran her hands over her body, feeling over the dense musculature, all that she-beef a masterpiece waiting to be worshipped!

As she struck a perfect crucifix pose, basking in her glory, she recalled the arduous journey that transformed her into this flawless muscle machine. After high school, she left Seoul to pursue a dance major in the US, and she would even dare to say she was good at it. She had always been very fit thanks to her dancing, and her bikini summers would turn heads of both guys and girls alike. Add that to her initial 5 foot 7 frame, and gorgeous facial genetics: double eyelids, luscious silky raven hair, prominent cheekbones, cute button nose and ample lips, many suitors from all genders had tried to court her, not just in Korea but also in America. Her gorgeous features had landed her multiple modelling gigs throughout her college, but it was in the fall semester of her senior year that changed her life. She went to support a friend in an amateur bodybuilding contest, in the bikini category, and seeing all those fit women on stage really got Sarah thinking. She wanted to do bodybuilding, and it helped that she also met Augustus Armstrong in that same show. (More on that later).

After training for a year, she returned to Korea and competed in a series of bodybuilding shows, from NABBA to Monsterzym Pros. Her gorgeousness earned her multiple fitness modelling gigs for N2 Studios Korea, JM Manion and Sports Illustrated. She loved bikini, but soon it was clear to her that she was an easy gainer. She even boasted one of the best V-tapers and capped shoulders out there. Eventually she got too muscular for bikini and she bumped up to Figure. But even then, she was pushing the boundaries of her muscularity. She had to go into Women's Physique. That was when she entered her first Olympia. And it was at the Olympia that she witnessed the second event that changed her life.

Farrah Marvel. Monster Queen Labs sponsored bodybuilder. Nicknamed: The Monster of Michigan. A ripped queen of muscular beauty. The face of Testosterone Hippolyta. She was absolutely mesmerising. Sarah knew what she wanted then and there. She wanted to look like that. She wanted to BE like that.

So she went all out. Getting gear. Training hard. Eating outrageously. She was a heavyweight bodybuilder and she was bulldozing her way up the ranks. And Monster Queen Labs took notice immediately. They were working on a new generation of enhanced testosterone, called Testosterone Athena, and they need someone to be the face of it. Sarah signed on immediately.

And the rest was history.

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[Apley44]

Btw, Sarah Park was inspired by some Korean female bodybuilders, which I really admire. My favourite is You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, you can check her out here: IG @ sara_c2_

Also other Korean female bodybuilders I really like are You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login (IG @ hanwool_ifbbpro ) and the legendary You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login (IG @ dajeong_ifbbpro).

If you really want to see the level of muscularity that I have envisioned for my female characters, you can check out CrisShapes or my Deviantart page (https://www.*****legend44). Yup, I love my girls big. But it's ok, everyone can have the freedom to imagine their own preferences.

[Wookey]

Another great story in the making K+

[HumanPersonBeing]

This has potential!

[Apley44]

Thanks for the readership and comments so far. I have posted a poll above, do let me know what you think. Thank you!

[Atinman]

I want more of this story K+

[jhunter]

Hope to see more soon. Good progression.

[phil123]

Would like to read what Testosterone Athena will do with Sarah.

[Baller11]

My favorite start to a story ever. Please continue. I'll pay

[Apley44]

Thank you all for the votes and the kind comments. So, with a fair majority, there will be no futa in this story. However, for yall futa fans, you can read one of my futa stories: Genetic Giants (You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login) although it is not finished yet.

I have more inspiration and here is Chapter 2! Do enjoy!

Also, I noticed one of the stories here, "Your Season is Over" by Mesut88 also has a protagonist named Sarah Park. I assure you, this is purely coincidental. My Sarah Park is based on Choi Sara, with inspiration from CrisShapes comics and Reddyheart's Mass Attraction game. Please don't sue me hahaha

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Chapter 2: Slaughterhouse

Refreshed from the shower, feeling the crispy breeze of the three fans against her naked body, it was time to get dressed for her second workout session for the day. It was back day, her favourite day of all. A servant brought in her large 3.8L sports bottle filled with her favourite and scientifically-enhanced pre-workout formula. Sarah grabbed it and chugged down the thick, creamy liquid, the bulky muscular texture in her throat rippling with every thirsty gulp. In all honesty, the formula was insipidly bland, but Sarah knew it was a wonder drink that turned her into an absolute freak in the gym. It felt ecstatically good, and she would need every savagely assembled ounce of strength to power through an extra rep, an extra set, pushing the boundaries of the pain threshold that would be converted into real muscle, muscles that would give her the edge on stage. At this point, after four years of hardcore competing, it was more than an edge. More often than not, it was a domination, a bodybuilding destruction of her closest rivals, male or female. Only the very biggest testosterone monsters could come close to match her, and that was very few. The only one was Augustus "The Animal" Armstrong. And even he had to bow down to her on two occasions, the first time, it was close. But the second time, just one year ago, Sarah completely destroyed him.

Augustus would want to avenge his defeat last year, Sarah thought. Thinking about Augustus, she felt a tingling sensation in her cunt. Old flames die hard.

She felt her long luscious hair pulled up and tied into a high ponytail. The servant doing this had to stand on a stool just to reach her height. Sarah was a mountain. Two other servants on stools powdered her cheeks and applied a generous amount of skincare. The others got busy moisturising the rest of her body and they had to use paint roller brushes to adequately cover the vast expanse of her enormous frame. Finally, a touch of light lipstick just to give her ample lips that cute little pop. A servant held up a mirror for Sarah to check her face...God, she was bewitchingly gorgeous. The wonders of Testosterone Athena.

Six years ago, Monster Queen Labs patented a new generation of enhanced testosterone, an upgrade from their previous Testosterone Hippolyta pioneered by Farrah Marvel. With this new Athena variant, this testosterone was 7.5 times more potent than regular male testosterone in its muscle building capacities. And it's only effective in women because interacting with the female hormone oestrogen, it inhibits the production of myostatin in women, a protein that limits muscle growth, giving Sarah an infinite potential to build up muscle mass. If you google "myostatin-deficient bulls or cats or dogs", you can see the muscle monsters these animals become. Now, Sarah was a myostatin-deficient human, and God, she was an absolute freak of nature! Mountains of beautifully grotesque muscle densely packed into her frame. And the best part was, she was loving it! A beautiful freak of nature. And because of Testosterone Athena's unique interaction with oestrogen, she managed to keep her feminine assets intact: a sexually-provocative musclebound hourglass figure, a perfectly jacked-up babe straight out of a CrisShapes comic or Reddyheart's Mass Attraction game; a big puffy muscular vagina that could swallow a stallion's dick; a pair of ample, well-rounded, gravity-defying boobs that contours perfectly into her incredibly beefed-up tectonic pecs, boobs blending perfectly with those mounds of muscle like those seen on Angela Salvagno; a pair of strong, stone-crushing but still feminine-looking hands, trained to wreck iron by day, and destroy cocks and pussies by night; a cute, sexy looking pair of womanly feet, 100% worthy of worship, learned in the way of footjobs but still capable of cratering the concrete floor; and last but not least, her bewitchingly gorgeous face, free from the roided-out effects of uncontrollable acne, angular jawline, velvety deep voice and facial hair overgrowth. Of course, hair growth in her armpits and crotch was still much faster and bushier than any regular guy, requiring her servants to shave her twice daily, but surprisingly, Monster Queen Labs managed to develop a formula that spared her from the rest of the testosterone side effects. As a result, she was able to max out on her muscle-building prowess, building a body that was more macho than most male bodybuilders, all the while maintaining womanly features that were more beautiful than most female supermodels. Sarah had the face of a Goddess with the body of a beast!

She had Monster Queen Labs to thank for all this. Despite developing products that only catered to women exclusively, they were the top bodybuilding science company right now. Since the inception of the Monster Olympia 15 years ago, bodybuilders from Monster Queen Labs had won 11 out of the 15 titles. Even their winners were immortalised in the Monster Queen Labs Hall of Fame, a list that Sarah was very familiar with.

1)   Farrah Marvel, "The Monster of Michigan", USA: 4 titles (2008, 2009, 2010, 2011)
2)   Sylvia Brutalgova, "The Barbarian", Belarus: 1 title (2012)
3)   Candice Hulkenberg, "The Iron Butcher", Austria: 1 title (2014)
4)   Ramona Malacarne-Machado, "The Conqueror", Brazil: 2 titles (2015, 2017)
5)   Monique DeBrawn, "The Black Beast", USA: 1 title (2016)
6)   Sarah Park Ji-eun, "The Supervillain", South Korea: 2 titles (2021, 2022)

Yes, the Monster Olympia, the most prestigious, competitive, and muscle-intensive bodybuilding competition in the world was dominated by women. Only two men had ever won the Monster Olympia. That was Greg "The Gladiator" York from Minotaur Labs who won it once in 2013, and Augustus "The Animal" Armstrong of Hercules Labs winning it three times between 2018 to 2020, in a brief period known as The Male Resurgence. But Sarah put an end to that, and she smiled smugly as she recalled the moment she saw Augustus' "gracious loser" face. Bodybuilder nicknames were given to winners only, and since Sarah won it twice, she actually had a second, less official nickname. "The Supervillain" was by far her favourite, and she liked it because it sounded badass. Sarah "The Supervillain" Park. But back at home, in Korea, people were calling her "The Monster Bull", because of her freakishly brutal attitude in the gym, forcefully unleashing an insane barrage of reps on the heavyweights even when reaching muscle failure, much like an angry bull possessed. Every psychotic rep converted into raw muscle, raw beef, raw sinew, stacked uncontrollably onto her beautiful frame, turning her into a true mass monster.

Another servant brought in a tray of workout clothes. Today, she had a tiny black sports bra and matching black workout thongs, with a black Monster Queen Labs hoodie and track-bottoms, not to mention her signature black cap. Before putting her clothes on, Sarah had one last look at her yoked naked magnificence, doing a sexy pec bounce in the mirror. Left, right, left, right, left, right, both, both, both...

"Ohhh yeahhhh!" she grunted, clenching her palms in front of her in a hands-clasped Most Muscular, admiring the explosion of exquisite muscle on her chest, her pec cleavage looking deeply trenched, pencil-thick pec veins engorged and wire-like striations rising from her flesh. "Aigoo...mmm...Mama Mia!"

Yup, I will be VERY hard to beat, Sarah said to herself.

Nowadays, putting on clothes was a struggle, with all that oversized muscle, which was why usually, Sarah dressed minimally. Even at the largest available size of everything, 7XL, her clothes were still suffocatingly tight. Her mega-hoodie, which would look like an oversized pyjama on Ronnie Coleman, was stretched out thin on all sides like a second skin stuck to her body, the seams threatening burst with every flex. The track-bottoms hugged her legs, looking as snug as a pair of yoga pants, her bulbous turkey-sized glutes just begging to burst from the fabric. She had forgone deodorant years ago, embracing how the Testosterone Athena was amplifying the pheromone-filled musk of her sweaty, post-workout body. She would stink up the whole gym with her odour, but she knew very well that it was intoxicating for both men and women alike, adding that to the sexually-arousing sweat glistening on her skin and her brutal post-workout pump, she would be irresistible, anyone unlucky (or lucky) enough to cross her path would just be begging to worship her. Lastly, she placed the cap on her head, the ponytail threading through the cap's mouth, and she looked like an absolute badass getting ready for some serious iron.

She was forgetting one final accessory, however. Her third servant didn't and handed it over to her in a tray, head bowed. Sarah eyed the cold, angry-looking metallic object being served to her. Who would want to forget this? It was her secret weapon. The Jackhammer X-300, patented by Monster Queen Labs, the single biggest vibrator in the world, absolutely stallion-sized, shaped like a giant torchlight with a long shaft almost 20 inches long and a big shot-put sized ball attached to the one end. A monster-sized device for a monster-sized lady with a monster-sized pussy. She pulled down her thongs and track-bottoms to reveal a fleshy but muscularly puffed-up vagina, and with the vibrator's balled-end directed inwards, twisted the monster device into her orifice.

"Mmm..." Sarah moaned, as the vibrator sprung to life, "pussies need to workout too, you know..."

When she arrived at the Monster Queen Labs state-of-the-art gym, AKA "The Slaughterhouse", Sarah had to angle her body slightly to her side just to get past the double doors. Her bodybuilder strut was imposing — how her oak-trunk arms were dangling wide from her sides due to the generous width jutting out of her lats, her tank-armoured chest puffed up making her look more macho and alpha than most guys, every step more like a powerful stomp that shook almost the entire floor.

Her workout team was already prepared and ready. They bowed as she entered.

"Miss Park."

Sarah took in the air of the Slaughterhouse. It was humid, stuffy, and she loved it that way. Sweat was everything and she would love to be showered with it. The ventilation was poor, and she could still sniff a hint of her supreme body odour left behind from the morning's workout session five hours ago. The rest of the gym was a blend of fancy heavy-duty machines and old school barbells and dumbbells. A pile of bent-out-of-shape steel bars were piled onto the corner, evidence from her savagely heavyweight lifting from the past few days. Five sports scientists, seated behind a row of computers were busy preparing her training regime. The rest of the team consisted of four workout assistants — all were former Korean national male heavyweight bodybuilders, now hired by Monster Queen Labs to help Sarah stack and unstack her weights, spot her if necessary, and if the need arises, satisfy her most primal sexual needs. Testosterone Athena could be a brutal bitch, and while it transforms women into ultimate mass monsters, they also turn them into unrestrained libido-driven beasts. Three heavyweight NABBA-winning workout assistants had been sent to the hospital just this month alone as a result of Sarah's barbaric musclefuck, two with broken pelvises and one with a twisted spine, and that wasn't even Sarah's horniest episode.

"Welcome little boys. Hope you had a good rest, because today is back day. That barbell looks ugly, I wanna destroy it, and then I'll destroy my back so you all better fucking get ready!" Sarah yelled. "I'm not sure if you're new here, but I'm the boss, I'm your master, and I demand my workout assistants to be stripped naked throughout my workout. So what the fuck are you waiting for! Clothes off!"

The workout assistants obeyed, stripping and standing in attention in their glorious nudity. Despite being out of contest prep for months, they were still very much jacked and very big. These were some of the most handsome, most virile, most massive and most ripped men in the country. Like a new generation of Hwang Chul-soons. While they were not Monster Olympia level, they were definitely IFBB Pros. But they work for Sarah now. And Sarah was carrying twice as much bodyweight, twice as much muscle mass, twice as much strength, twice as much size and of course, twice as much testosterone, despite being a woman. If they were massive, she was enormous. And she wasn't even pumped-up, and she wasn't even naked yet. But it was clear she was the superior specimen. Still, standing naked in their line, they couldn't take their eyes off her. They were entranced, an unorthodox emptiness in their eyes as they took in the beautiful beast in front of them.

Sarah felt the vibrator, going off like a jackhammer inside her vagina and damn did it felt good. She grabbed the first man by the nape of his neck and pulled him close so that his head was pressed up against her chest. She towered over him. Then, with a sensual tone, she whispered to his ear, "What is your name, little man?"

"L-l-lee Sang Yong, my mistress," he stuttered.

"Ahhh, Lee Sang Yong, I've heard of you," Sarah recalled, wrapping her killer arms around his head, enjoying how this man was so much under her mercy. With the difference in muscle mass, size and strength, she could actually kill him if she wasn't careful. A quick twist of her arm and his spine would crack. But she couldn't help but to notice the massively erect penis pressed up against her groin. He was definitely aroused. She heard of him, this Lee Sang Yong, three-time Monsterzym Pro champion and N2 Studio model. In his mid-thirties, he was still deliciously handsome, and while he was nothing but a beta in her presence, outside these walls, he was definitely used to being the alpha male. Hwang Chul-soon was his mentor and he still looked shockingly ripped. One of the biggest guys in Korea, but Sarah ate big guys for breakfast, and he would be top on the menu. Just to assert her dominance, she grabbed him by the jaw with one hand and lifted him off the ground, his fingers trying desperately to wring open her deadly vice grip but to no avail. She then planted her lips hungrily into his mouth, the both of them exchanging gifts of pleasure via the slithering of their tongues and the overflow of their saliva.

"Mmm..." Sarah moaned into his mouth, her free hand massaging the cushy sacks of his testicles. She orgasmed again, the pleasure induced by the mega-vibrator sending cum squirting into her thongs and track-bottoms. She then pulled away, flipping her hair back to give him a glimpse of her alluring face. "So tell me, little man, am I pretty?"

"Extremely. Very mesmerising."

"Wait til you see me naked," Sarah purred, her voice kept sensual like a sexy ASMR. "Are you married, little man?"

"Yes."

"You have to leave your wife now," Sarah ordered. "I'm the only woman you need, and you're my bitch now."

"Most definitely, my mistress."

"Good dog."

At this point, Sang Yong was reaching for her, grabbing onto her hoodie, trying to pull it over her head to strip her. Sarah tightened her hand around his jaw. He choked. Message received.

"Oh no little boy, you will have plenty of me after my workout. Now, let's stink this place up!" Sarah said.

She stepped on the stairmaster, and did a 40-minute session. It was cutting season, so cardio was important. She was soaked already, thanks to the crazy humidity of the Slaughterhouse, not just in the hoodie, but in her track-bottoms as well. And she wasn't just soaked with sweat down there. It was her cum. She lost count how many times her vibrator brought her into orgasm, but she knew she was unloading like crazy, her cum dripping down to the floor.

"Now we got cardio out of the way, let's get to my favourite part of my workout, IRON LIFTING!" Sarah said.

"Did someone say...iron lifting?"

Sarah turned to the source of the voice. A massive figure pushed through the large double oak doors of the Slaughterhouse, wearing a tiny lycra workout bikini. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, but she was a blonde bombshell nonetheless. Piercing blue eyes, perfectly smooth tanned skin, youthful looks that made her seem younger than her mid to late thirties...and standing next to Sarah, people would think these two girls were supermodels (with big giant musclebound bodies!).

Her name was Farrah "The Monster of Michigan" Marvel. With the Testosterone Hippolyta campaign over, Farrah had continued her contract with Monster Queen Labs as a coach and training partner to their latest asset, Sarah Park, as well as acting in Hollywood, guest posing and muscle porn. Despite not competing anymore, Farrah, still juiced up from her usual Testosterone Hippolyta regime, was still pretty much ripped as fuck. The four-time Monster Olympia champion could still dwarf the Mr Olympia line-up easily and from all her million-dollar AVN nominated videos, she could easily wrestle them to a pulp and musclefuck them senseless. In fact, she pioneered the musclefuck genre and to keep track of how good of a musclefuck babe you were, the industry keeps an official count of male bodybuilders that a female muscle monster managed to musclefuck to the hospital, called The Slave Meter. Farrah topped the count at 341, while Ramona "The Conquerer" Malacarne-Machado, was second at 143. Sarah was third at 129.

Farrah Marvel's measurements on Musclefuck-pedia:
Height: 6 foot 7
Weight: 422 pounds
Arms: 29 inches
Chest: 63 inches
Waist: 31 inches
Thighs: 43 inches
Calves: 29 inches
Boob size: DD cup

"Well, if it isn't Margot Robbie with muscles," Sarah announced before the two mass monsters gave each other a strong and firm arm-wrestling handshake, their very own bowling-ball biceps springing to life.

"Oh please, everyone likes to say that," Farrah blushed. "But I guess they're right...I do look like Margot Robbie," she acknowledged, running her hands over her beautiful face in the mirror.

"But muscles wise..."

"Oh she has nothing on me!" Farrah said, brushing her lush blonde hair back as she whipped out an all-conquering front double bicep, mountains of muscle just exploding from her arms with both size and definition, peaks so sharp and high that they went up over her ears, vascularity grotesquely unparalleled.

Sarah smirked as her mentor admired herself in the mirror. She still got it. But it was always good to school her mentor once in a while. The track-bottoms were feeling very tight at the moment. Sensually, she bent over in a Moon pose, pulling down the restrictive fabric of her track-bottoms down to her ankles, breathing to life the bulbous eminence of her well-built glutes, the striations in her hamstrings dancing, sequioa thighs smushed together and rugby-sized calves etched like diamonds onto her bones. What was left of her lower body were her workout thongs, which did little to hide the sexy contours of her labia, the camel-toe prominent despite the jackhammer vibrator stuck deep into her orifice. With her jacked-up legs fully exposed, a glorious womanly sculpture of muscle and mass putting her mentor, The Monster of Michigan, in her place and further humbling the four male bodybuilders in the room. Sarah calmly pulled her hoodie over her head, first exposing the rocky cobblestone divinity of her sexy ten-pack, each slab of densely muscled ab stone much bigger, harder and more peaked than the male bodybuilders' biceps. With the 40-minute cardio, her core was pumped, and two pencil-thick ab veins snaked over her muscular midsection, adding much more appeal and brutality to her already shredded core. Solid armour-plated obliques and sausage-thick stacks of serratus and intercostals welded to her flanks. As the hoodie revealed more of her upper torso, a blast of intoxicating pheromone-induced sweaty odour diffused across the room, as her cleanly-shaved armpits opened up, putting on display a knotted confluence of muscular insertions well-separated by deeply cut shadowy crevices. Flaring lats dominated her upper body, the hourglass-defining breadth of her latissimus dorsi looking like the deck of a fully-armed aircraft carrier, the beef in her muscles so extreme that the lats looked much more rounder, harder and bulkier than the most well-built glutes in the world. Pulling the hoodie past her head and forcing it past her oversized arms, over the outrageous boulder-esque girth in her shoulders, biceps, triceps and forearms, an array of throbbing veins and rippling striations decorating her pale cream-coloured flesh. She tossed her sweat-soaked hoodie and cum-covered track-bottoms to Sang Yong, who smothered it over his face like a pillow. Now dressed minimally in a tiny workout bra and even tinier thongs, Sarah was able to fully flaunt the masterpiece of her muscular body, going into a front double bicep that would absolutely crush her rivals. Only the very biggest mass monsters could even come close to matching her, and there weren't many.

Hard to beat, her posing coach had said.

Very hard to beat, Sarah said to herself.

And she would even give prime Farrah "The Monster of Michigan" Marvel, considered the best ever Monster Olympian, a run for her money. And right now, her mentor was clearly impressed.

"Damn girl! You're packing some serious muscle! And your conditioning...and we are only what...four weeks out?" Farrah said.

"Don't look so surprised, Farrah. I won two consecutive Olympias and swept all the major Open titles this year, and I didn't do that just by being pretty," Sarah pointed out, going into a sensational Most Muscular just to prove her point. "URRRRRRGGGHHHH, OHHHH FUCK YEAHHHH!" she grunted.

Her point was simple: she was devastatingly RIPPED, and she knew it, and she loved it. Even now, as she was hulking out her most favourite mandatory pose, executed to perfection as if it was second nature to her, her fire-hydrant traps looking like two solid boulders flanking her feminine head and each looking even bigger than her skull. Her pumpkin-striated shoulders could outsize an NBA-grade basketball and the combined bicep+tricep mass in her brutally beefed-up arms were bigger than half the thighs in a Mr Olympia lineup.

"Mmm...very good. Looking like Doomsday on steroids," Farrah commented, referring to the DC Comics monster that killed Superman.

"That's why they call me The Supervillain," Sarah smiled, angulating her body from side-to-side to check out every inch of her conditioning and size.

"Can The Supervillain beat The Monster of Michigan?" Farrah said, striking a ferocious Most Muscular pose of her own in which, by her standards, was in no way a pushover, despite Farrah being retired for almost a decade. She was kept very much in shape, looking extremely ripped all year round and could still place in the Top 5 in the Monster Olympia every other day, despite no longer being sponsored for contests anymore by Monster Queen Labs. "I'm still...so...fucking...HUGE!" Farrah declared.

"Good try Farrah, but I'm still more muscular," Sarah stated as a matter-of-factly, and she wasn't wrong. "HUURRRRRR!" she grunted, admiring the gulf in standards between the once pioneer queen of the Monster Olympia (Farrah), and the reigning queen of the Monster Olympia (Sarah).

"By a mile."

"By a mile," Sarah reiterated.

"Like a real life Jennifer Hardstone! Ha! Augustus Armstrong had better watch out," Farrah said.

"Oh, if his inst@gram post yesterday was all he could show, then he's already beaten. He stood no chance, and I have every intention to dominate the competition again, this time with a vengeance. I will be so superior, everyone else is gonna have to fight for second place!" Sarah said, flexing out her chest so brutally, Farrah feared that one of her pec veins was going to pop.

Of course, Sarah may be talking trash about Augustus now, but nobody knew about the secret nightly video calls she had with him. In truth, yes, she really did wanted to outstrip the competition with a complete shut-out, but last night, she was genuinely very embarrassed for Augustus. In isolation, he looked absolutely amazing, championship material, bodybuilding Hall-of-Fame worthy, but it was only because she was so massive and unstoppable that he was made to look like a loser. And she didn't want to do that to someone she cared about.

"Babe, you have four more weeks. So I really hope you can improve," she had said last night.

Augustus sighed. "Alright. I'm worried, but yes, I'm really proud of you, even when we are rivals on stage."

"I'm proud of you too, babe. You are working so hard."

"Apparently not hard enough."

"If anyone can do it, it's you. And who knows...if you come in much bigger than expected...I might just worship you at night."

"Oh man! That is motivation right there haha! Alright, good night Sarah."

"Good night, Gus. Say hello to Alex for me."

A slap on Sarah's massive shoulder startled her from her flashback. "Let's fucking lift!"

Sarah smiled, "Oh God yeah! I'm even more gigantic when I'm pumped!"

"I love back day!"

"It's my favourite day!" Sarah agreed, which explained why she had, what many considered, the biggest, most ripped and most beautiful back in the world. "Get our gear! Now!"

Two scientists approached, bringing with them each a briefcase in what would contain the most prized asset of Monster Queen Labs: testosterone. A big ferocious-looking syringe was kept in each briefcase, one dark pink which contained Testosterone Athena and one light pink which contained Testosterone Hippolyta. Sarah and Farrah's thongs exposed their bulbous muscular glutes, and they showed no pain, fear or hesitation as their respective needles the size of toothpicks plunged into their flesh. In fact, they felt the surge of ecstasy and orgasmic high as the expensive body-altering liquid of scientifically-enhanced steroids coursed through their bloodstream. The girls grunted and moaned, like monsters reborn as the surge of power turned them into horny, angry, and power-hungry muscle beasts.

"AAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHH!" Sarah roared, like an alpha gorilla's call to battle, relishing the powerful pump in her muscles, as slabs of she-meat exploded from the effects of the gear, her vessels throbbing and pulsating with testosterone-rich blood. "Urrrrrgggghhhh...feeling...good!" she grunted as she planted her strong hand on her sternum and ripped off her sports bra, and did the same to her thongs, as easily as if the outfits were no more than pieces of yarn, basking in the full glory of her musclebound nudity. One powerful hand massaged the contours of her muscular labia, while the other caressed the ample pillowy abundance of her nubile breasts. She reached her fingers into her vagina and ripped out the mega-vibrator, the dumbbell-sized device crushed now in her hands, no longer of use to her ever since she felt the orgasmic fury of Testosterone Athena. There was something about these drugs that brought forth her primal, animalistic instincts, but Sarah wasn't complaining. She felt incredible, she felt BIG, she felt POWERFUL. Like a lean, mean testosterone machine!

"Feeling STRRRRRONG!" Farrah declared, as if echoing Sarah's thoughts. She too was gloriously nude. To her, the Slaughterhouse was meant to be a naked gym, a place whereby extreme bodybuilders like her could unleash their basal, beastly desires. "Feeling HUGE!"

"You wimps! Get the barbells ready! 600 pounds! Hurry the fuck up!" Sarah ordered the workout assistants, looking as though she wanted to kill every single one of them. "I need to FUCKING lift something or else I'm gonna crush you!" And to prove her point, she grabbed Sang Yong's throat with one arm, casually lifted this 250-pound heavyweight bodybuilder off the floor like a rag doll before throwing him down onto the mat in a one-armed smackdown. This was one of the biggest and most muscular men in Korea, and she made him look like a small helpless wimp with her superiority.

"Ahem, um...s-s-sorry, Miss Park..." one of the scientists stuttered, "but the b-b-both of you still need to get into the chambers to inject the nano detectors..."

"Urrrrghhhh FUCK!" Sarah screamed, "why didn't you tell us earlier!" She and Farrah marched annoyingly towards two King-Cal-sized chambers in the edge of the Slaughterhouse, their angry bare-feet thundering the room with every stomp. A few scientists helped them into their respective chambers, and at this rate, the metal boxes were struggling to hold their oversized musclebound frames. One minor hulk-out, the chambers may not hold, their muscles would push against the walls and she-hulk sized dents would form in the steel, like forcing an adult hiking boot into a child's shoebox.

Once the sliding doors to the chambers sealed them off, the chief scientist powered up the chambers and the device whirred to life. Inside, Sarah had been all too familiar with the process. Hundreds of needles emerged from the chamber walls, aimed at a specific site in her muscles all over her body. Unfazed, she allowed the needles to advance into her flesh, each injecting a nano-sized chip inside. To any normal human being, the pain would be unbearable, but Sarah was no normal human being and her pain tolerance had always been exceptionally high. She merely groaned and grunted as she relished the pain. That was how she could push past the failure thresholds in her workouts, the lactic acid and painful exhaustion in her muscles at the end of each set. Her brain was wired differently. It was a turn-on for her, and for every surge of pain, she knew it meant a step closer to her journey of ultimate massiveness. A layer of muscle shredding, two more will grow in its place; a string of fibres broken, three more will mushroom over it; a pound of fat burned, two pounds of meat will fill it up. No pain, no gain. And gains were her aim, size was her prize — living her days by pounds, inches and reps. Such was the life of iron and steel.

In the computers, a digital silhouette of Sarah's musclebound frame appeared, with red dots on each muscle group showing the muscular statistics of each body-part. Fibre structure, maximum strength projection, resting and active metabolic rate, mitochondria density, growth potential, etc. And everything was off the charts. Sarah was inhuman, an armoured alien from another dimension. She was the living consequence of Testosterone Athena, the most potent steroid in the world, driving the most beautiful women into an insane muscle obsession, turning them from famed beauties into all-conquering Goddesses.

The chamber doors slid open again, a hissing puff of mist evaporating from the inside. A naked beefed-up leg swung out from the edge of the chamber, sinewy mounds of muscle ripped with power and mass, the gorgeous bare foot stomping onto the floor with thunderous conviction, a cloud of dust dissipating from her footstep. Sarah emerged from her chamber with a stern coldness in her expression, tilting her thick muscular neck on either side with a threatening crack, before pumping out a testosterone-driven Most Muscular, monster-style, complete with a ferocious lion's roar in the end. Farrah followed suit, not allowing her mentee to outshine her so easily.

"Mmm...feeling...GOOD!"

"Looking...VERY GOOD. So, my fellow doctors...how are our muscle stats?" Sarah asked, checking herself out in the mirror, as if trying to challenge her reflection to a posedown.

"Your stats are l-l-looking incredible, M-M-Miss Park. You t-t-two are absolute superhumans!" the chief scientist stuttered.

"Peeeeerrrrr-urrrrggghhh-FECT!" Sarah purred.

"C'mon, barbell rows! Let's fucking go!" Farrah screamed.

The two naked mass monsters marched over to the two barbells prepared for them by their workout assistants. 600 pounds each, with plates stacked thicker than two truck tyres on each side.

"I'm gonna fucking outlift you!" Sarah boasted.

Farrah laughed. "I may be retired, but as you can clearly see, I'm still pretty much in incredible shape. Fuck! I can go up on stage right now and still score top 3!"

"You say top 3! I'm top 1! And plus, you're in my house now! Today is back day, my favourite day, and my STRONGEST body part! God forbid if anyone could beat me on back day!"

"Young lady, may I remind you that I am your coach and workout partner. I created you!"

Both of them grabbed their respective barbells and with a couple of ferocious grunts, they lifted the iron off the floor with strong conviction, and with calm, controlled, precise form, they repped out 25 serious reps, even taking 3-4 seconds pausing at the top of their lifts for maximum resistance. The heat of the Slaughterhouse was stifling, their testosterone-driven sweaty odour filling the room with no ventilation to air them out. They dropped their weights with a loud clatter, the entire gym shaking with the impact of the insane barbells.

"Lightweight!" Sarah yelled.

"Lightweight! But that's just the warm-up set. Now the REAL workout starts!" Farrah said.

"Oh fuck yeah! Bring it!" Sarah pointed to the workout assistants...or gym slaves as she labelled them. "Hey! Little men! Haven't seen two beautiful girls lift some heavy ass weights before? Don't just fucking stand there! Load the weights up to 725 pounds!"

"Hurry up!" Farrah barked.

The scientists were busy jotting down the girls' impressive muscle stats. Their readings were off the charts. Based on their data, not even the biggest Strongmen and weightlifters in history could actually come close to their performance. Meanwhile, it took all four gym slaves working together to actually load up the barbell that one of these girls could lift on their own for reps. Sarah and Farrah chuckled to each other as they watched four of the biggest male bodybuilders in Korea clumsily struggling to heave the barbells and weights.

"Hey, Sang Yong, why don't you try and lift that barbell?" Sarah challenged.

"Oh no, Miss Park, it's 725 pounds," Sang Yong bowed.

"Try it," Sarah insisted.

"But –"

"FUCKING SHUT UP AND LIFT THE GODDAMN WEIGHT!" Sarah yelled.

Sang Yong was scared into action, trying to do a clean-and-jerk with the 725-pound mega weight, which would even be a mountain for the best weightlifters in the world. The weight didn't budge an inch. Farrah and Sarah laughed at the pathetic little show they were witnessing.

"Here, let me help you out, little man," Sarah teased, before cleanly snatching the outrageous barbell off the ground and casually lifting it over her head, with Sang Yong dangling from the bar as he was still too shocked to let go. So, in essence, Sarah was actually lifting the combined weight of both the 725-pound barbell plus the 250-pound Lee Sang Yong.

"GRRRRRR....HAHAHAHAHA," Sarah roared, "Fucking strong! Super strong!"

"Ha! These muscles aren't just for show!" Farrah added.

Sarah then dropped the weight and gym slave. "First set! C'mon!" (The previous set was the warm-up set).

The two mass monsters then punched out 15 perfect reps on the barbell row, both ladies trying to outdo the other, but it was Sarah who managed to crunch out two extra bonus reps before letting the barbell smash onto the ground.

"Lightweight!" Sarah said.

"Lightweight!" Farrah agreed.

Right now, both ladies were in full sweat, their pores leaking out like a fountain. Drizzles of sweat soaked the floor, almost forming a puddle on the concrete. Their bare feet stepping over the sweat formed dainty footprints over the concrete, and the gym slaves had to get some towels to scrub the floor dry in case anyone slips.

"I want the bar loaded to 750 pounds! Now!" Sarah ordered.

While the slaves did that, she approached the full body mirror, admiring the shiny sexiness of her sweat-covered body, as not even oiled-up bodybuilders could compare to how sexy she was right now. Her healthy, well-exfoliated skin provided an extra layer of sexual grandiosity to her figure. She observed her perfectly proportioned, womanly musclebound hourglass figure, one hand massaging her breast while the other wiped off some of her pussy cum and stuffed a finger-full into her mouth.

"Next set c'mon!" Farrah urged.

They did a total of 5 sets, 12-15 reps for each, focusing on time under tension. From 725 pounds, they upped it to 750, then 765, 785 and finally, ended the exercise with a whopping 805 pounds.

"ROOOOORRRRGGGHHH!" Sarah roared viciously as she forced herself to finish up that exhausting 14th and final rep, the entire barbell now bent into a "U" shape due to the sheer amount of weight loaded onto it, the steel bar looking relatively as if it was no thicker than a wire against the outrageous stack of weight hanging on either side of it. She let the entire iron monstrosity clatter thunderously onto the ground, the entire floor shaking as she did so. She then grabbed one end of the barbell, and even with all its plates still loaded, she manoeuvred the bar with all her might, looking like an absolute monster supervillain in her brute focus, bending the barbell until the plates at both ends touch, and then twisting the bar some more into a braid of iron. Once she was satisfied with her artwork, she bear-hugged the deformed barbell with all its weights against her reinforced steel chest, destroying the iron in her unstoppable muscle-powered vice like an industrial garbage crusher machine. When she was done, the unrecognisable ball of scrunched up iron became like a trophy for her, as she lifted it over her head, roaring victoriously to celebrate her feat.

"I'm a FREAK! And I LOVE it!" And she hurled the 805-pound deformed iron into the corner with the rest of the broken barbells.

Every eye in the room was glued to her with stunned silence, one of the gym slaves even pissing himself. All except Farrah, who was laughing with amusement.

"Time for a muscle check!" Farrah said.

"Bring it!" Sarah challenged. "Wimps! Get my phone and take a picture of this! I want my pictures posted on inst@gram!"

The women mass monsters both inhaled deeply and positioned themselves for a rear lat spread, the exaggerated width of their backs accentuating the perfect inverted triangle look, a mountain range of muscle that was built on the deck of an aircraft carrier, mushrooming over their heads and shoulders.  Regardless, they both knew Sarah won this pose...she fucking owned it. Transitioning into a rear double bicep, Sarah's superiority could not be more apparent. Mound upon mounds of muscle, lumps upon lumps of she-beef, layers upon layers of lean dense meat, her back was a feast of muscular perfection, just an exaggerated heap of shredded flesh and full, rounded muscle bellies growing uncontrollably like wildfire. Ever since her debut, her obscene back was considered unstoppable for a reason, it was almost alien-like, and she had destroyed her rivals both male and female with an unmatched arsenal of mass, muscularity, size, width, symmetry, aesthetics and definition. Her back's demon-faced landscape or "musclescape" was something out of a nightmare, and kids have cried when they saw pictures of her back, and as for her rivals, the nightmare was the humiliation they faced when standing next to her in the lineup, with Sarah doing a clean sweep of the rear poses with ruthless dominance.

"Well, I expected to be bulldozed in the rear lat spread and rear double bicep. Sarah's back is unstoppable, always has been, so I would take my chances in the other mandatory poses, although I have to say, her other poses are hard to beat as well," Augustus had said in an interview before last Olympia's prejudging.

"And now for the rear double bicep and holy cow! Look at Sarah Park's back, just look at that back! It's just massive! No doubt about it, one look and we know, she just dominates this pose," a commentator once said.

"Oh yeah, utter destruction there. No one else stands a chance! I mean, she just destroyed...everyone! Imagine having that! That...myostatin-deficient back. She basically destroyed the competition," another echoed.

Those were the comments from her previous Olympia. What made her rear even better were the world-class glutes she was sporting, one of the most muscular and sexiest pair of glutes to ever grace the Earth: two bulbous Thanksgiving-sized turkeys smushed together, jutting out from her pelvis, looking very big, very firm, very hard, very striated. The definition was other-worldly, the contours of her globular piece of muscle meat well-outlined to make out the separations with her Christmas tree lower back, her tensor fascia lata, and her hamstrings. Well-defined cuts made up the separation between her gluteus maximus and minimus muscles. And that was all when she was unflexed. Once she flexed them, the rounded orbs of meat contracted into two kidney-shaped boulders, looking very deadly and very strong, the striations and feathering in her gluteal muscles rippling like the rugged rows on a washboard, a couple of her juicy thick glute veins showing themselves off as well.

"Absolutely unbeatable," Farrah commented, knowing she was soundly outclassed by Sarah in the flex off despite being an unstoppable freak of nature herself.

"I know," Sarah replied smugly, slapping her muscled-up butt-cheek and fondling over them to feel their power. "That's why they're called Bonecrushers! Or Boner-crushers! Hahahaha!"

"How are our stats doing, nerds?" Farrah asked the scientists, who were busy jotting down notes from their computer screens.

"They're g-g-great. Superhuman!"

"Shall we move on to the next exercise? I'm feeling pumped for weighted pull-ups!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Let me guess? 180 pounds?"

"Oh yeah! Wimps! You heard her! We want 4 plates of 45 pounders for 180 pounds for weighted pull ups! Hurry the fuck up!" Sarah ordered her gym slaves.

Sang-Yong had to trudge over clumsily with the four plates in his arms, and another slave chained the weights to Sarah's thin, shredded waist. The chain themselves were heavy-duty steel, each weighing up to 35 pounds. In total, Sarah and Farrah would be pulling up their respective 400+ pound bodyweight plus the combined plates and chains of 215 pounds. Insane.

"Oh yeah, we're doing pull-ups with more than what normal wimps hardly even squat or bench press!" Sarah said. "Someone get the camera and record this!"

With that, she and Farrah marched over to the pull-up bar which was like 9 feet above the ground. With the weights still chained to their waists, they both jumped, and gracefully grabbed onto the bar and with perfect form, pumped out 20 smooth, controlled reps for 4 sets, their hardcore grunts of exertion alternating with the metallic clinks of the chains and plates.

"Oh fuck yeah! Lightweight!" Sarah yelled, feeling the ecstatic pump in her back muscles and flexing them out to admire the size difference post-workout. "Wimps! I want you to post today's pictures on my inst@gram, all my flexes and workouts. I want people to know that I intend to dominate the Olympia again."

And checking herself out, by God, she was big, very BIG. And God, she loved being big. She loved how all her clothes had to be custom-made and even then, she mostly could fit into tank tops and shorts, and they were all stretched to their limits like a second skin. She loved how she could go out in minimal clothing, showing off her huge muscles. She loved how she turned heads everywhere she went, either because of her gorgeous face or the absolute mountain of she-beef she was packing. She loved how she had to eat three times more than an average adult male for every meal. She loved how she had to angle her body to fit through doorways. She loved how she was wider than a sedan, and she loved how the weighing scales all go haywire whenever she stood on them, before settling on a super outrageous number. She loved how she visited local raw gyms for hardcore bodybuilders and she loved how everyone was afraid of her. She loved how she outlifted everyone in the gyms. She loved how she could musclefuck the biggest male bodybuilders, crush them with her sheer weight and power, and even break the bed while doing so. She loved how she was the biggest person everywhere, and she loved how her face was ranked the Top 5 most gorgeous faces in the country, beating out multiple K-pop idols and A-list Korean actresses along the way.

She was Greek Goddess perfection and she loved it.

She released the chains from her waist and moved on to the next exercise: barbell rows.

"And one more thing. I want to add this caption to my pictures," Sarah said, smirking maliciously as she did so.

"To all my rivals, I'm coming for you!"

[monstarmaster]

Great story, Apley44.

I can't wait to read the continuation. Sarah will put Farrah in her place, I hope.

Thx for your work!

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[HumanPersonBeing]

Huge muscles, arrogance, strength all combined with sex - what more could you want from a female muscle chapter? Although I wouldn't want to be those men, I enjoy the descriptions of "muscle fucking". And I love how Sarah enjoys her size and strength.

Very interested to see how her relationship with Augustus evolves. Does she respect him, unlike her slaves, or is it just lust? Since she seems concerned about Alex, I assume the former.