Saturday, November 24, 2007

NO CONTEST - chapter 2

Chapter 2
By: Mr. Shhh

Sue stared at her sexy, bodybuilder roommate with an expression of complete surprise.
“Let me get this straight – you want to pass yourself off as a guy so you can enter some male bodybuilding competition and prove that a girl can be just as huge as the hugest men?”
Krissy nodded enthusiastically.
“I hate to break it to you Krissy, but you’re hot. You don’t notice ‘cause you’re so caught up pumping those bulging biceps, but guys salivate at the sight of you. You’re a total babe.”
“I was at the gym a half-hour ago and some guy had no idea I was a girl.”
“Maybe the guy needed glasses,” Sue shot back.
Krissy turned to the mirror and examined herself.
“You haven’t seen me really pumped since that time we went to the beach last summer. These last few months - preparing to go up against he male heavyweights, I’ve pushed myself harder than I ever have, harder than I ever thought possible. There were times when I hurt so bad I wanted to die. But something inside me wouldn’t let me stop. I just kept pushing harder and harder. But the really insane thing is how my body responded.”
“So show me.” Sue challenged.
Krissy looked back. Embarrassment washed across her face.
“I don’t know, Sue. I don’t want to gross you out.”
Sue picked up one of Krissy’s bodybuilding magazines from the floor.
“Are you kidding? No one’s a better judge of whether you can pull this off than me. I love that beefcake look. If you can turn me on then you’ll definitely be able to pull this off.”
Krissy bit her lip sheepishly.
“Or maybe you don’t think you’re beefcake enough?”
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that.” Krissy responded, still hesitant.
“Then come on, show me what you’ve got!”
“Alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Taking the bottom of her shirt, Krissy lifted it over her head revealing her entire upper body. Sue’s eyes nearly fell out of her skull as her cute roommate stood before her topless.
Krissy’s face went beet red. Her gargantuan torso was an unmitigated orgy of muscles. She’d shocked people before with her physique, but this was different. She was so big now she even scared herself. And while that may have been a turn-on for her, what would it be like for everyone else?
“Jesus Krissy…” Sue whispered.
Krissy’s huge, hulking pecs bounced involuntarily as she fidgeted like the awkward teen she was. Sue knew Krissy had always been flat-chested, but not like this. She didn’t have any breasts at all now - just the thickest, manliest pectorals she had ever seen. They looked like two meat watermelons gouged apart with striations.
“Does this look like a girl’s body to you?” The teen Adonis asked before lifting her humongous arms and hitting a double bicep pose.
Krissy’s already sickening muscle mass seemed to double in size. Veins like hotdogs popped out in every direction. Muscles tightened and feathered like knotted rope.
Sue’s heart pounded in her chest like a drum. She’s never seen so much brawn, so much hot, sexy muscle meat. The shape, the size, the conditioning - everything about Krissy was unrelentingly hard and masculine. All her curves were gone, replaced with razor-sharp cuts. Her waist had thickened-out to the point where it was wider than most men’s shoulder span. Her hips had vanished along with any trace of body fat.
Krissy brought her arms down in front of her and crunched out a mind-boggling most muscular pose. She looked like she was crushing an invisible beer keg in her grasp.
The girl from just a moment before now seemed like a gangly preschooler. Krissy’s overall shape became so bulbous and over-inflated that she almost seemed to be drowning in herself. Traps thicker than anything imaginable swelled past the tops of her ears. A chain around her neck snapped as her neck mutated into a veiny tree stump.
Krissy closed her eyes and crunched that pose with a terrifying intensity. Veins almost tore through her skin as her face became covered with vascularity.
Sue crossed her shaking legs to hide the wet stain appearing at her crotch. She felt like she was watching some sort of deep, twisted sex-fantasy come to life. Krissy was way past the point of beefcake. She was a testosterone he-man.
Body parts seemed to blur into one another as her muscle mass became hideously exaggerated. It was almost impossible to tell where her mega-sliced deltoids ended and her cut pecs began.
After a moment, Krissy released her pose and looked at Sue with an expression of utter humiliation. She seemed so ashamed of the Frankenstein monster she had turned herself into.
Turning around, she presented the Great Wall of China that was her back. The simple act of standing there almost blocked the room. From behind, she looked even heavier than before, and not by a little bit. Her lats were solid hunks of muscle-oak piled layers deep.
Slowly, Krissy flared her wings. Sue gasped aloud as her lats swallowed every other part of her body. By the time she hit her zenith, she was a headless, limbless mishmash of shredded back muscles.
Krissy relaxed and turned around. Her arms were now forcefully pushed out at a 45 degree angle. She was like an over-stuffed doll. Her pecs were close to touching her chin. Her traps were squishing her ears.
Sue gawked at her for a few moments before she found the will to speak.
“Forget passing yourself off as a guy…” She muttered. “You’re a Stallion!”
Krissy smiled lightly, her cute features looking even weirder than before on her outrageously macho body.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


By: Mr.Shhh

Steve loathed stags. He inevitably found himself at some sleazy strip club and tonight was no different. Being an English professor at an Ivy League university meant he wasn’t much of a party animal to begin with, but it was the cookie-cutter girls that really bored him to tears. He had met a few exceptionally beautiful or buxom dancers over the years, but for the most part they were all the same – skinny and fake.
After a mind-numbing 2 hours, he was ready to make a quiet exit when the DJ announced the club’s hottest new dancer, a girl named “Razor”. The crowd stared going wild – obviously they knew something he didn’t. Maybe he’d hang around for one last dance he thought, though he didn’t expect much.
The lights went down, plunging the room into darkness. Scorpions’ “rock you like a hurricane” came on and the stage exploded with pink and blue spotlights. The curtain flew open and a girl no more than 5’3 marched out dressed in a suit and skirt power outfit. The first thing that struck Steve was how gorgeous she was. With her hair back and a pair of glasses on she was really selling the working professional look, though she couldn’t have been more than 19 or 20. A pair of extremely high heels finished the package in a very pleasing manner.
Most of the audience had already gotten to their feet. Between all the yelling and whistling, Steve could barely hear the music. Okay, she was hot, but why the hysterics?
As the girl prowled the stage, Steven examined her closely. Her outfit was concealing most of her body; though it was clear she had one a hell of a chest given how far in front of her the jacket was stretched.
As the girl strode by Steve’s end of the stage, he got a better look. Jesus… she wasn’t just gorgeous - she was a red-hot heartbreaker. She had a half-Asian look about her suggesting some sort of exotic mix. She caught his stare and locked eyes with him. Her gazed was pure, unrestrained sex. It was so intensely erotic that he felt like she was going to blow him through the back of the club.
The girl brought her hand to her mouth and sucked on a finger. Her lips were out of this world – huger, plumper and more stupendously pouty than he’d ever seen in his life. Each over-inflated life-preserver struggled to find space on her face as she pushed them around. Finally, she released her glistening finger. A string of spit followed it until she licked it up with her tongue.
The girl walked away leaving Steve in a state of euphoria. She hadn’t even shown off the goods yet and Steve already had a boner a mile long. The combination of her short body, baby face and smoldering super-sex was beyond arousing. He watched her work the rest of the crowd into a state of pandemonium before taking a chair and placing it in the center of the room.
As the first song ended, a new one kicked off. The DJ returned and started getting the crowd ready for the main course. As if they needed it. He went so far as to warn anyone with a heart condition to leave immediately.
“Razor” sat down and faced the crowd. She worked her hands up and down her curves in slow, sensual rhythms. Her jacket was bulging over a foot past her collar bone. She must’ve been packing some serious sweater meat.
Suddenly, she grabbed the coat and ripped it open. Buttons danced across the floor as she revealed the most incredible set of tits Steve had ever seen. His jaw nearly hit the floor along with a hundred others. Her tits weren’t just huge - they were perfect, gravity defying sex missiles. There was no bra – none was needed as her tits hardly sagged – a seemingly impossible feat given their magnitude. Both mega-spheres exploded off her chest by more than a foot and a half. They literally doubled her width, and that was before you factored in the swollen red shot glasses that were her nipples. Each one was painfully erect. They were so long and thick, they might’ve given some men’s dicks a run for their money.
Slowly, Razor removed the rest of her top until the audience got their first look at her naked upper body. Already Steve had been floored by her, but nothing could’ve prepared him for what was next.
Steve’s eyes almost burst at the sight of the perfectly bronzed muscle-physique the girl was packing. She wasn’t a monstrous bodybuilder – rather she was more like the leanest, most strictly conditioned fitness athlete he’d ever seen. As she moved around to the music, Steve could see striations rippling beneath a layer of glitter. Her wobbling meat melons looked twice as ridiculous on such a tight, compact frame. In fact, aside from the gargantuan tits bouncing around with every step, she barely had any curves at all. Her extreme definition had left no fat anywhere on her small body to the point where every single angle was cut like a diamond.
Of course, no one in the audience seemed to care. Muscles or no muscles, this slut was one white-hot piece of ass. Steve noticed she did nothing to draw attention to her obvious muscle-mass. In fact, she seemed to avoid hard motions of any kind. But her body was simply too muscular for its own good. As she pulled down her skirt, her traps and shoulders flared with a shocking amount of definition. Straightening up, Steve could clearly see a six-pack any football jock would be jealous of.
As the skirt hit the floor, the awe continued. With her entire body uncovered, it was painfully clear that Razor was totally ripped. Her legs showed hardcore detail with even the slightest movements. Most telling was her ass. As the girl turned to walk back to the chair, her perfectly smooth butt-cheeks tightened into crumpled, highly-striated muscle balls.
Sitting back down on the chair, Razor took off her glasses and put one end in her mouth. Slowly, she spread her legs, revealed a micro-thong just barely big enough to cover her perfectly-shaved mound. Steve had to do a double-take at the hyper-defined ridges she sported from her crotch to her ribs. There were no rolls of fat – not even wrinkles of skin. Her skin itself was barely as thin as tracing paper and almost completely overwhelmed by the task of containing her muscularity.
Razor began gyrating her hips to the music in the most suggestive manner possible. Seemingly without her knowledge, veins began to appear all along her bumpy stomach. As she crunched and uncrunched her abs in a growing frenzy, her six-pack became an eight-pack, then a twelve-pack. Steve was so enraptured by her vastly swelling physique that he hardly even noticed her hand rubbing her panties.
The girl’s smoldering eyes closed into two black inkwells of mascara. Her lips puffed outward with uncontainable lust. She lifted herself off the chair sharply and pointed her ass to the crowd. Her giant tits hung at either side while she spread her crack.
Lifting her shoulders, Steve marveled at her back. She was deceptively wide, not to mention thickly layered. From behind it was even clearer just how jacked this girl could actually be.
Razor continued to pump her hips up and down. She threw her head around releasing errant strands of silky hair. She was building to a frenzy when the music ended. The lights dimmed and the DJ came on.
Steve sat at his seat for a long time. He didn’t hear what the DJ said nor did he register the screams and cheers of the well-frothed audience. He had just seen the most beautiful creature imaginable – a fantasy made flesh.
The determined English Prof spent the next ten minutes searching the club for Razor. He eventually found her near the back of the building. Before he could make his move, he realized she was in the middle of an argument with the club owner.
Steve picked up a pay phone and pretended to make a call. As he fumbled about, he listened intently to the heated argument taking place. He didn’t get all of it, but it seemed like the owner was upset with Razor’s increasing muscularity. The stunning stripper tried to defend herself. She told him that she had to keep in shape and that her body just reacted well to exercise. The owner maintained that guys don’t want to see girls with muscles bigger than theirs.
Steve couldn’t resist turning to get a better look. With Razor only a few feet from him, he picked up a lot more detail than he could see from the stage. She was even smaller than he had thought – hardly over 5 feet tall. Her skin was so well tanned that she almost looked brown. Her incredible definition was much more striking to the point where she could have been mistaken for a light-weight bodybuilder on competition day. Her shoulders and back carried a substantial amount of muscle-meat, giving her a slightly masculine appearance.
Suddenly, the owner shouted at Steve. Razor turned to look, giving Steve one good glimpse of her perfect face. Her beauty was staggering. Slutty sex oozed from every pour. But what really blew Steve’s mind was how tight her face was. It was only then that he realized the full extent of her inhuman conditioning. She was so painfully dieted that Steve could see veins popping through the skin of her forehead.
Before he could take in anymore, the owner called a bouncer. Steve was escorted back to the main area of the club, never to see his dream girl again.

A month had passed since the night of the stag. Razor had been on Steve’s mind every minute of every day. He had returned to the club a few times but only saw her once. She was busy coming and going from the VIP section all night so he never got a chance to approach her. Still, his fleeting glimpses had revealed an obviously larger physique. She was still quite dainty, but that subtle sense of macho masculinity – the wide shoulders, the heaving back - was ever more pronounced. Even more surprising was how much leaner she had become. Steve had been floored by her flat-out cut appearance the first time, but now she was ripped to the guts. Veins were popping in abundance just about everywhere, giving her a shocking, hardcore look.

A few weeks later, Steve was asked by a colleague to cover his first year lit class while he was away. Steve grudgingly agreed and prepared for a day of fumbling through an unfamiliar lecture.
The morning of the fill-in class, Steve arrived and let the students into the auditorium. While he prepared his notes, he caught a glimpse of a smokin’ hot student in his peripheral vision. He instantly stopped and did a double take.
The girl was dressed in a tight sweater that did very little to conceal her incredible rack – a rack that would have easily extended to her elbows if she put her arms out. As she passed by on her way to her seat, he noted her absurdly rich tan and tight, flawless skin. Her make-up was also whorishly exaggerated. A slight sideways glance clinched it – it was Razor!
Steve’s dick sprung to life so fast it almost smashed through the podium in front of him. Razor was a first year college student!
He watched her walk up the steps and noticed her thick back straining the dimensions of her sweater. He could even see the bulges of her well-defined deltoids. Best of all, her tight jeans were doing nothing to hide the swell of her quads and her tight, well-cut glutes.
For the rest of the class, it took all of Steve’s effort not to gawk at her directly. Every now and then he was able to sneak a peek while she jotted down a note. She wore a pair of glasses and had her hair was tied in two short ponytails. It only made her even more sultry.
Finally, the class ended. While Steve collected his things, the class shuffled out. He watched the girl leave with the rest of the students, noting one more time how her steamy bod looked as good going as it did coming.

That night, Steve returned to the strip club. He asked the door man if Razor was performing. He told him she’d be on at ten.

Steve milked a beer for over an hour. He looked at his watch every five minutes until ten o’clock finally rolled around. The DJ came on and gave his usual introduction. Steve realized that the club had gradually filled with guys who’s sole purpose was to drool over the stacked Asian-American hard body. It was shoulder to shoulder on the floor to the point where he was sure they were violating the state fire laws.
The lights dimmed and the music kicked in. The curtain flung open and Razor marched out. Steve was ready for the explosion of screaming – yet instead of cheers and hollers, Razor was greeted with pin-drop silence. In fact, the only sound was a hundred jaws hitting the floor at the same time.
The gorgeous stripper had painted herself head to toe in green body paint – literally transforming herself into an Asian She-Hulk. She had on a skin-tight white and purple PVC unitard just like in the comic books. Matching thigh-high pumps and gloves finished the job. Her should-length hair was dyed green to match and tussled in curly waves.
The mind-melting sex-machine stopped at the edge of the stage and gave the audience a good long look at her stupidly hot body. She wasn’t She-Hulk – she was a sexed-up, fuck-slut version of She–Hulk – a version she pulled-off effortlessly. Her make-up was so sinfully exaggerated she made Carmen Electra look like a nun. Her explosive lips were wet, glistening, dick-sucking vacuums. Her eyes were swimming in black mascara. Her arms and legs were sprinkled with sensual glitter and shining beneath a layer of baby oil.
Steve blinked for the first time in a full minute. He had a boner so hard, it hurt. As the jade slut-fantasy paced the stage, Steve’s brain tried to comprehend her staggering dimensions.
Even the most perverted comic book artist had never drawn She-Hulk with a body like Razor’s. Her huge, gravity-defying tits erupted off her chest and past the edges of her body by a half-foot on either side. Amazingly, her breasts weren’t the heavy, watermelon-sized weights that most mega-stacked porn stars possessed. She looked more like a chesty anime character come to life, only chestier. Her tits were waaaay too big for her boyish figure, yet they were impossibly youthful and shapely. They protruded so far in front of her that a grown man could have kneeled beneath them and been sheltered from the rain.
As she walked back and forth, those over-stuffed milk-factories tested the strength of her costume. They bounced around so much that Steve was worried she’d knock herself out. Turning around, they swung past her chest and almost hit her back.
Yet as outrageous as her tits were, her muscles put them to shame. Razor stopped and put her hands on her hips. As her tits slowed to a jiggle, the crowd began to notice just how jacked she was.
From head to toe, Razor’s conditioning was downright obscene. Every muscle on her body was sliced and diced – every angle was hard as a rock and she wasn’t even straining yet. Turning around, she gave the audience an eyeful of her rippling glutes. Her thong unitard left her two shredded meatballs hanging in the wind. As she started back to the center of the stage, they rippled like a musician strumming a harpsichord. The shocking lack of any fat had shrunk them to half the size of a normal women’s ass while revealing every single detail of the underlying muscle and vascular systems.
Razor bent down and ran her finger along her legs. Her jagged calves looked sharp enough to cut her, even through her PVC boots. They tripled the thickness of her dainty ankles before dissolving into her powerful quads.
Up her leg she went, highlighting the beefy, vein-fueled muscle that was packed on her stems. She finished up at her hips. They were boney angles devoid of any womanly fat. In fact, the swell of her hips hardly changed from upper to lower body. She was like an I-beam.
Razor looked at her forearms. She twisted them slowly and a thousand muscles stretched her skin. She then brought that arm up to a 90-degree angle. An apple-sized bicep swelled outward from her skinny arm. Steve almost lost his shit right there. Where the hell did all that muscle come from? Tightening her fist, a second head appeared on the bicep, along with enough veins to drown in. Her shoulders sub-divided and swelled until her arm looked like it belonged to a middle-weight bodybuilder. This girl had incredible morphology.
The first song came to an end. The entire audience let out the single breath it had been holding for the last three minutes. Before the next song came on, Razor took a microphone from backstage and arched her back. She held it to her outfit, which was under siege from her unstoppable mega-tits. The entire room filled with the sounds of plastic stretching and straining. The girl took a deep breath and the outfit groaned in agony. It began making strange, desperate noises. Finally, with one loud riiiiiip, the front of her outfit tore open. Razor let out an orgasmic gasp as her unbelievable super-chest split the poor outfit right down to her belly button. The swell of her tits increased by another few inches as her bulging breasts effortlessly filled the extra space.
The next song kicked-in and Razor turned back to the stage. She walked to the middle and stopped at a large, velvety sheet. Neither Steve nor the audience had even noticed it there which was funny since it was the size of a phone booth. She pulled the sheet aside, revealing a huge set of weights. Steve’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of all that iron. This wasn’t the girly three pound dumbbells that most women toned with – these were hardcore, cast-iron monsters. The though that she’d even attempt to press some of that weight made him almost blow his load.
Razor rubbed herself against the heavy metal. Her big tits mashed against the steel like two bulgy pillows. It was the ultimate contrast – her beautiful body against the unyielding strength of the machine.
Oh so slowly, Razor picked up a stack of plates. She slid one over each side of a racked barbell and looked at the crowd. Her expression seemed to ask whether she should put more weight on. The response from the crowd was an enthusiastic “yes”. She slid on a few more plates. Steve marveled at her arms as they flexed to carry the heavy disks. As if they weren’t sliced enough before, all the work was bringing even the most subtle definition into stark view.
Again, the girl seemed to ask the crowd if they wanted more. The crowd cheered even louder. They couldn’t believe that this hot little slut was even going to attempt lifting that barbell. Razor wiped her brow in mock fatigue. Stretching to pick up another disk, Steve could see etched muscularity evident in her armpits. Her armpits!!
Razor eventually stacked a half-dozen disks on either side of the barbell. Steve wasn’t certain how much weight was on there, but it sure as hell was a lot.
Razor formed an underhanded grip on the bar. With her back to the crowd, Steve could see her strong back dancing with tense detail.
Then, she hoisted the bar off the rack. Lowering it, she began doing slow, sensual curls. Her back blew up to twice its previous size in an instant – every ounce of new mass popping with blood-engorged veins. Her shoulders went from being baseballs to cantaloupes. Even her neck thickened, giving her the enviable upper-body of a serious bodybuilder.
Razor turned to the audience so they could see how ripped her arms were becoming. She looked at her own body with intense, animal lust as she cranked out rep after rep.
Steve thought he was going to have a heart attack any minute. This bitch was off the charts! With every rep, her arms became more massive, more ripped and vascular. At ten reps, Razor let out a ragged breath. She was gritting her teeth now. Serious veins had started to pop through her face – signs of the intense strain she was putting herself through.
As she worked harder, she began to breathe heavily. Her well-defined pectorals lifted her super tits up and down like over-filled water-balloons. After only a few more reps, it became clear that she was in pain. She looked at the crowd again, somehow maintaining a sexy smile while her arms trembled to hold the weight at the halfway point. Again, her expression seemed to ask whether she should continue. The crowd was almost climbing on the tables. They were screaming to see her finish pumping that huge hunk of iron.
Keeping her eyes on the crowd, Razor started cranking out more reps. Her shoulder and biceps detonated with gigatons of detail. Veins were now running up her chest and around her neck. She did three more reps with the bar shaking loudly before pausing again.
Somehow, the hyper-ripped bimbo kept her smile while she egged on the audience. She was straining so hard that even the guys at the back of the room could see the veins in her face. She wanted to know if she should do more.
Steve got to his feet so fast he knocked over his drink. He started screaming at the top of his lungs for her to push herself to the limit. He must have been pretty loud because Razor turned her gaze and zeroed him out. Her smiled faltered as she instantly recognized him. Steve’s heart stopped upon seeing her embarrassed reaction.
Razor didn’t have time to worry about being recognized by a school faculty member. Instead, she lifted her head to the sky and blasted a half-dozen super-fast reps. The audience was floored at the inhuman strength this mega-chested Asian goddess was displaying. Her arms were a blur as she pound out curl after curl. Her unitard started to split open at he chest and shoulders as her now disgustingly ripped physique outstripped its ability to contain it. Stitched popped open shooting bits of material into the air and revealing harder, denser chucks of anatomy.
Finally, Razor racked the weight. She quickly turned around and grabbed the top of her outfit. With one savage pull, she tore the damaged unitard off her body. It dropped to the stage floor leaving the huge-titted powerhouse naked save her gloves and boots.
Panting like a marathon runner, Razor looked directly at Steve. She lifted her arms above her head and crunched out the most mind-boggling double bicep flex the planet Earth had ever seen. No one had the combination of perfect beauty, animal muscles, anime super-tits and distilled, liquid sexuality that this girl possessed. It was like her flesh and blood body couldn’t fully contain her.
As Razor stood there flexing her brains out, she was literally all breasts and muscles. Her tiny little head was all but consumed by an overwhelming tide of perfect, green-tinted flesh. She was the kind of woman that didn’t exist in the real world – an actual She-hulk come to life.

Monday, November 5, 2007

HARDBODY - chapter 9

Chapter 9 – Pray for a growth spurt
By: Mr. Shhh

If Linus had been asked whether he felt Jenna could get any bigger, he would have answered in a heartbeat – no way. Particularly after the ridiculous muscle meat she had packed on during grade 11, it seemed impossible Jenna could get any thicker. Hell, she already looked like she ate steroids for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Yet, there she sat – an 18 year old, muscle-engorged monstrosity. Every single skin-stretching muscle group seemed to be pumped to bursting with human growth hormone. Forget thicker - she had added the muscle mass of three hardcore male bodybuilders to her hyper-ripped physique. Six months of god knows what kind of excruciating, non-stop gym torture had transformed her into something that obliterated even the super-human she-beast fresh in his memory.
As Jenna got up, Linus could hear the floor of the classroom groan. How much weight could one body possibly hold? He estimated her bodyweight at over a ton - not in the figurative sense, but literally. She looked like she weighed as much as a SMART car, but without an ounce of cheating fat.
A hush fell over the room as she nervously collected her papers. Walking to the front of the class, Linus watched her gigantic, bulbous calves swell like two angry lions. Each grossly deformed planetoid was bigger than a basketball; their span and swell making her already thickly muscled ankles look like toothpicks. They were so disgustingly over-inflated that they crushed against each other whenever she moved.
Again, Linus marveled at Jenna’s flawless skin. Her tan was crazy. Rich browns painted flesh stretched thin enough to display the actual ropey texture of the muscles beneath. Veins pulsed with fury, strangling her ankles, calves and even coking out most of her knees.
The teacher waited as Jenna prepared her notes. A few of the students giggled at the sight of the ridiculous teen Hercules. Her all-encompassing muscularity threw her proportions completely out of whack. A tremendous, beer keg neck started at her ears and tripled in thickness by the time it reached her collar bone. Her poor head looked like a pea crushed between two malformed traps reaching several inches higher than her earrings.
Somewhere buried in all that veiny beef was a gold chain dug deeply into her skin. A simple swallow would have snapped it. Fat veins obscured much of its length while the stone on the end was forced straight up by the unrelenting pressure.
Standing in front of the teacher’s desk, Linus realized that Jenna’s ogre-like shoulder span was almost a full foot wider than the table. Each beach ball-sized deltoid was actually 3 globe-shaped slabs separated by a chest that looked like the next stage in Human evolution.
If Jenna had spent 10 thousand hours in the gym building her monumental physique, it looked like 9 thousand of them were spent on her pecs alone. Those bursting meat balloons were simply off the charts. Forget tits. Everything was just severely shredded muscle-meat. Striations cut every ounce of flesh like a razor, causing her to ripple with the slightest breath. Veins tore through her skin and covered everything from her armpits to her nipples.
Jenna had chosen a smart dress shirt / skirt combo to presenter herself in, but even her 5th generation custom-made fat girl clothes could barley contain her animal brawn. Her endless man-muscles stretched her clothes in a thousand directions at once. The cotton material of her shirt was fully transparent from the strain, revealing her hard nipples in shocking detail. Every swollen vein from her thighs to her neck could be seen struggling to rip free.
Linus noted that Jenna’s striking features had been accentuated with a liberal coating of makeup. Her sumptuous, overflowing lips were wet with gloss and outlined to give them even more unneeded definition. Mascara and eye shadow enhanced the smoldering eyes beneath her cute glasses. Even her hair had been tied back into pig tails leaving only a single strand falling across her face.
While Jenna’s goddess-like sexuality was undeniable, it was even more amazing given her ghoulish lack of body fat. Simply put, Jenna was hideously, disgustingly ripped. She was shredded to a level that seemed totally impossible. Her poor face was alarmingly gaunt, almost zombie-like. Months ago, Linus had begun to notice ugly, bluish veins appearing along her forehead and temples. As the weeks passed, dozens more developed just below her features. Today, though, Jenna’s face told a terrifying story of obsession taken past any reasonable limits. Her delicate face was leaner and more vascular than most bodybuilder’s entire physique.
Brushing her hair aside, Jenna began her presentation. She was so cute, so feminine. Her soft, squeaky voice was a complete contrast to her crushing brawn. Small, girly movements betrayed her rock hard exterior. She looked silly - like a 14 year old doing the motion capture for the Incredible Hulk.
Linus could tell she was nervous. She continually glanced up at the dozens of judgmental eyes fixed on her. She could feel their disgust – most of them couldn’t hide it. Some of her classmates couldn’t even bare to look at her.
As her presentation continued, Jenna’s breathing became increasingly labored. A blush washed across her face as she soldiered on, but something was wrong. Her heavy breathing didn’t help her clothing situation. With each breath, the structure of her shirt groaned loudly. Kids at the back of the room could hear the stitches straining. Small tears appeared as her rippling shoulders and back started to split the seams.
Jenna fixed her hair again and adjusted her glasses. She could feel her heartbeat making her blood flow. That was bad news.
Cotton weaving frayed at her shoulders, revealing slices of thick deltoid. Then a button shot off her chest. Heavy mounds of pulsating girl-muscle burst forth. Jenna didn’t seem to notice, but the class sure did.
A sharp breath sent another button flying. Linus felt his already stiff dick go diamond-cutter hard. He half-expected the teacher to shut down Jenna’s presentation, but a quick glance backward revealed a woman too hypnotized to act.
A third button shot off. Foot-deep hunks of vein and muscle tore outward. Most of Jenna’s deformed pectorals were exposed now. Horrified gasps broke out across the room.
Never in his wildest imagination could Linus have imaged a chest like that – particularly on a beautiful high school girl. It looked like it belonged on some juiced-up, Neanderthal muscleman twice her height. Her sickening pecs tightened as she lifted her arms, reshaping themselves from fat, bubbly mounds to jagged muscle-rocks.
Glancing down, Jenna finally clued into what was happening. Panic instantly shot across her face. She attempted to cover herself with her arms, but that only managed to flare her ludicrous back. With an ear-splitting rip, the entire back of her shirt tore down the middle. Hundreds of pounds of dense muscle mass exploded into the air.
The teacher finally sprang into action, rushing to the front of the room to help Jenna cover up. It was too late. The class broke out into vicious laughter.
“What’s the matter, Jenna? Eat too many ‘roids this morning?”
“Flex the rest for us!”
In the midst of all the chaos, Linus could only stare. His mind was in meltdown. He had just witnessed his ultimate fantasy come to life - a cute, bodybuilding geek girl shred her clothes with nothing but her over-the-top muscularity.

Linus opened his locker and grabbed his math textbook.
“Dude, did it really happen like they say?” Dean asked, fidgeting with his glasses.
Linus tried to ignore his tubby friend.
“What are people saying?” Linus muttered, avoiding eye contact.
“That the bulging nerd actually ripped right through her shirt and ended up topless! They said she’s so crazy jacked that she doesn’t even have any breasts – just disgusting veins and shit.”
Linus clutched his books angrily.
“Would you leave her alone? So she works out. What’s the big deal?”
“Works out?” The pudgy Dean continued. “The Rock works out. Jenna’s a steroid freak. She’s juicing it like there’s no tomorrow!”
“So now you’re an expert on fitness?” Linus spat, his ire rising.
“Hello? I sit beside her in English? I swear to god her biceps are bigger than my entire head! I wouldn’t be able to get both hands around even one of her arms. And did you happen to notice that she’s like five foot nothing? You think it’s natural for a girl that small to carry around 900 pounds of muscle mass? I’m telling you, she’s freakin’ injecting gallons of that stuff. Look at the veins popping out of her face. She‘s one twisted bitch.”
“Shut up, already!” Linus suddenly barked, slamming his locker.
Dean stepped back. After a moment, a sly grin appeared on his face.
“No way. Are you crushing on her?” He smiled.
The embarrassed Linus didn’t answer.
“Holy crap, you are! You’ve got a thing for Conan the librarian!”
Panic hit Lenny like a freight train.
“I-I do not…!” Came his feeble response.
“That is messed up! Seriously! I mean, Jesus – she’s practically a man, dude!”
Linus felt sick to his stomach. His shameful secret had somehow slipped out. After years of hiding his obsession with Jenna and her massive muscles, the high schooler has suddenly been thrust into his worst nightmare.
“What, do you fantasize about her lifting weights or something?” Dean continued, laughing. “That’s like the gayest thing ever.”
Linus grabbed his bag and stormed off. He could hear Dean’s taunts following him down the hall.
“I’ve got some baby oil at home if you want to oil up Ms. Arnold Schwarzenegger while she poses for you!”

Linus burst out the front door of the school into the afternoon sun. His mind was spinning. What was wrong with him, he thought? Was Dean right? Was he some sort of weirdo for liking Jenna’s giant muscles? There was no doubt that her body was extreme, yet the freakier she got, the sexier he found her.
Suddenly, Linus collided with what felt like a brick wall. The crowd of kids around him turned as he tumbled to the ground face first.
Shaking off the blow, Linus quickly found himself face to face with a pair of girly white panties. As bizarre as that was, what was even stranger was how tightly stretched the panties were. It looked like someone had taken them and forced them across the back of a Mr. Olympia. There were muscles everywhere, bulging through the material like boulders. In fact, there was so much thick, rippling sinew, he could barely tell what was what.
Then it suddenly dawned on him. It wasn’t a brick wall he had run into. Looking up, he found Jenna flat on her back in front of him. His head was right between her legs, giving him an unobstructed view straight up her skirt. Jenna gazed back at him, simultaneously surprised and humiliated.
Looking back down, Linus stared at the beautiful teen’s hyper-muscular crotch. It was grotesque. Her deeply etched abs bled right into a swirling vortex of tendons and striations. Even the smallest muscles were so ridiculously developed that they ended up mashed against each other in a nightmarish jumble of anatomy. With every twitch of her body, muscles rippled and flexed like a symphony of sinew. Her poor panties had already split in several places, suggesting that even simple day-to-day activities put an unrelenting strain on her underwear. Tremendous slabs of musculature pushed with incalculable might against the thin material, threatening to obliterate it any second.
But most disturbing was the pumped-up muscle-thing that sat square in the center of her panties. Linus was far from sexually experienced, but he knew what a woman’s vagina was supposed to look like. The beastly creature straining against Jenna’s undies was something else entirely.
Barely restrained within the struggling underwear, Jenna’s sex was so overdeveloped that she could barely be classified as female. Linus could see layer upon layer of striations competing against each other. Where there should have been smooth, fleshy lips, he only found more muscle, harsher muscle – huge, mega-defined hunks of beef more extreme than any girl should ever possess. Her cunt looked like it could crush steel.
Veins roiled and swelled just beneath her panties, making it look like she had shoved a garden hose down there. A dozen tubes held the edges of the material an inch off the rest of her body as they funneled blood from every part of her to feed that brutal animal.
Suddenly, Linus was grabbed by his shirt and hoisted up. Ed Scott glared at him furiously.
“What are you, some kind of perv?”
“Huh?! No, I --!”
Linus looked down at Jenna, who started to get to her feet.
“I’m so sorry!” Linus pleaded. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and --!”
The large, brawny Ed lifted his balled fist.
“You’re gonna be sorry alright.”
But before Ed could deliver his punch, Jenna grabbed his wrist. Ed’s arm stopped instantly, unable to move so much as an inch in the embarrassed teen’s steel grip.
Both Linus and Ed looked at Jenna. Her outstretched arm was terrifyingly huge. It made Ed’s well muscled limb look like a child’s.
She had changed since the incident in the classroom into a dangerously stretched football jersey. It wasn’t even close to containing her gigantic body. The sheer overwhelming girth of her torso meant the shirt barely even covered her chest. The majority of her stomach was fully revealed in its ugly, vein pumped glory.
“Leave him alone, Ed.” Jenna spoke, concern filling her voice. “He said it was an accident.”
Linus gazed at Jenna and instantly forgot his precarious position. Those luscious lips. Those smoldering eyes. That incredible, superhuman body. She was a goddess.
Ed looked back at Linus. His lip twitched with anger.
“It’s your lucky day, wimp.”
The tall jock dropped him and pushed him away.
“C’mon, babe. Let’s go back to your place. We’ve got something serious to talk about.”
Linus watched the pair walk away. Ed tried to put his arm around Jenna’s shoulder, but only made it a small way across her aircraft carrier back.

Ed followed Jenna up the steps of her front porch. A few houses away, Linus watched from behind a tree. As soon as the pair entered the front door, he darted out from behind his cover.
Creeping along the side of the house, he heard noises from inside. He quickly found a small window and peered in.
A half-closed shutter limited his view, though he could make out a few details. The basement was harsh and dingy. The concrete floor and walls looked like something out of a snuff film. He caught the edge of what looked like industrial grade gym equipment. It was intimidating as hell. Stacks of 100 pound plates lined the wall beside it from floor to ceiling.
Jenna and Ed walked down the stairs and turned on a single hanging light bulb. Linus listened carefully.
“We need to talk about us.” Came Ed’s voice, full of pompous swagger.
“I don’t understand. Are you unhappy?” Jenna asked.
“Yeah, I’m unhappy. I’m unhappy about you and your so-called muscles.”
Jenna seemed taken aback.
“When I met you, I told you I was into serious bodybuilding.” Ed continued. “You’re real big, babe. But you’re not cutting it anymore.”
Linus’s face tightened with anger. What the fuck was this asshole talking about?!
“I- I can get bigger, Ed! I can get as huge as you want me to be! I want to be your muscle fantasy!” Jenna pleaded.
“I don’t think so baby. I think you’re as big as you’re gonna get.”
Jenna seemed to fly into a panic. It was as if Ed was confirming her worst fear.
“No! I can work out harder! I’ll drop out of school and train non-stop! I’ll lift twice as much weight, three times as much! I’ll max out on every single exercise!”
Jenna rushed over to a weight bench and grabbed a staggeringly massive pair of dumbbells. She immediately started working her shoulders harder and faster than Linus had ever seen. Linus caught a glimpse of her face. She was nearly in tears. She was in sheer agony as she worked those monstrous weights like an animal.
Both Linus and Ed watched Jenna literally transform right in front of them. Her body swelled with horrible, unnatural muscles. With every torturous rep, her body became even more ripped. After a half minute of furious pumping, Jenna’s shirt split open at the shoulders. The deltoids that poured out were mutated beyond description. Veins pulsed and throbbed like they were alive.
Finally, Jenna dropped the weights. The entire house shook.
Sweat was running down her face, funneled this way and that by the fat, ugly veins popping out of her face.
Jenna looked like a total freak of nature. She was pumped and swollen to an impossible degree. She was nothing but veins and muscles now with a tiny little head fighting to be noticed.
“I’ve w-worked… so h-hard …” The teenager panted, her computer-monitor pecs crumpling into fists of sinew with each breath. “This is… all for you….”
Ed looked her body over.
“Stop embarrassing yourself, Jenna. You’re a skinny little bitch and you know it.”
Linus couldn’t believe what was coming out of Ed’s mouth. It was idiotic, yet it seemed to cut Jenna to her core.
Ed took a package out of his backpack.
“Because I’m a nice guy, I’m going to give you one last chance. Open it”
Jenna took the package with shaking hands. She sniffled and wiped the tears from her sweaty face.
Opening it up, the rippling bodybuilder discovered a gigantic black evening gown. It looked like it was designed for an elephant rather than a human being. Holding it out in front of her, it hung like a circus tent.
“The prom is in 4 months. I want the most muscular girl in the world on my arm wearing that dress. Put it on.”
Linus fidgeted desperately to get a better view. He could see Jenna peeling off her already enormous clothes. She stepped into the black dress and nearly vanished.
Ed looked at the beautiful muscle teen with a devilishly grin. The dress was outrageously large. To his amazement, Jenna filled it out better than any girl on Earth, but it was still a tarp on her.
“What a surprise, your puny little body barely even registers. I guess you’ve got a choice then. Either you hit the iron with a vengeance and build a body that can actually fill out that dress or it’s quits for us.”
With that, Ed grabbed his bag and headed to the stairs. Linus heard the door close a moment later, leaving Jenna buried in that monstrous mound of material. She dropped to her knees and started crying.

Thursday, November 1, 2007


Woohoo! Thank-you to everyone who frequents this site and puts up with my highly erratic posting schedule. 10000 hits may not be a lot for most websites, but it means a lot to me that there's people out there who read and enjoy these stories.

To celebrate, here's an illustration of Jenna from Hardbody and Dawn from Rhinehartd's Dawn series having it out. The picture is part of a series of Hardbody illustrations by artist Zebodoy. Check 'em out and more at his website -