Wednesday, September 24, 2008

THE CLUB - chapter 2


THE CLUB
Chapter 2
By: Mr. Shhh

It was exactly one year ago that Mandi Miller entered the Club’s cavernous inner sanctum for the first time. She was met by a half-dozen figures, men and women both, gathered around a large oak table. They were shrouded in darkness like members of some sinister conspiracy. Cigarette smoke drifted in the atmosphere.
“Step into the light, Ms. Miller” One of them commanded. A pot light in the ceiling produced a harsh ring on the floor in front of her. The teenager stepped inside, bathing her golden-brown skin in an ethereal glow. She was incredibly beautiful – they wouldn’t have accepted anything less. Yet there was something special about her, even by their standards. Her face was already tight, with small veins snaking up and down her forehead. They could see her intimidating shape right through her clothes.
“How do you know my name?” Mandi asked, her high-pitched voice laced with an uncharacteristic apprehension.
“Don’t be coy,” The voice responded. “We know you lock yourself in your brother’s room for hours on end to use his weights. We’ve watched you tear pictures out of bodybuilding magazines and tape them to your locker. You work out with dangerously heavy loads until you nearly pass out from the pain. You masturbate to your own body while your pose in the mirror. Your classmates think you’re a freak and a monster, but that just drives you harder.
Mandi didn’t know what to say. It was all true. How could they know?
“Everyone tells you what you’re doing is wrong, but it isn’t. You’ve been invited here because you’re better than they are - stronger, more beautiful. But you know that already, don’t you?
Again, Mandi didn’t answer. She always thought it was weird that she turned herself on. She’d even had make-out sessions with the mirror. As for her strength, she did alternating curls with 140 pounds for reps. Even the football jocks couldn’t do that.
“The only question is, are you ready to join us?”
“I… I am!” She blurted out, surprising herself.
Murmurs flowed around the room. They had never seen a girl so eager. She was confident in her massive body – a rare trait with one so young.
“Show us. Take off your clothes…”
Mandi felt a chill run up her spine. She could feel their perverted eyes through the darkness, exploring the contours of her well-stretched clothes. Would they laugh at her like the boys she’d dated, repulsed by her unapologetic brawn?
Slowly, her hands moved to her coat. It took effort to peel it off as the sleeves were tight around her upper arms and shoulders. Her back flared wide, pulling her top to its limit.
With the coat gone, the beautiful blonde revealed the unmistakable V-shape of a world class bodybuilder. This pleased the room, which was impressed by her gigantic wingspan. Her arms were fighting a losing battle with her beefy lats - the limbs forced outward at an awkward angle that only added to her unnatural muscle-man swagger.
Taking her top, she lifted it off in one bold motion. The hot lights immediately struck the rich chestnut color of her ridiculous tan. She was incredibly dark, even for a bodybuilder. The light reflected off her hard, angular muscles like they were forged from steel. They looked just as hard and unforgiving.
Mandi held her wrists like an embarrassed child. It was arousing given how totally un-child like the smoldering Amazon really was. She was embarrassed, yet somehow exhilarated. She was a piece of meat on display, topless to strangers gawking at her demented shape - but no one had ever WANTED to see her muscles before.
At school, Mandi had been called a transvestite and a she-male, partly because of her underdeveloped breasts. The small nubs and pointy nipples were the only evidence on her entire upper body that she was even a girl. Though she was small overall, even dainty, her physique didn’t seem to notice. It was as if no one had told her that girls couldn’t build muscles like hers. She had 19 inch arms and a cut 10 pack on a body less than 5 feet tall. She should have been 80 pounds, but instead weighted a dense 230 without a shred of body fat. She was an anatomy chart of veins and striations even at rest. After a good pump she barely looked human.
“Your conclusion, Ms. Frost?” The voice asked from the darkness.
An elegant older woman in a red gown appeared from behind her. She ran a finger down Mandi’s over-inflated bicep, tracing a single marker-thick vein that was following its demented swell.
“Yes, she’ll do nicely…” The woman grinned.

***

“Let’s see some serious tits!” The man in front of Mark bellowed.
The red-gowned woman must have heard him, because she looked his way and flashed a knowing smile.
“Our third slave is a young exotic dancer working her way through college. She has a particular taste for costumes, which will no doubt please her new master. Welcome… Razor.”
The curtain drew back and something totally amazing happened. A pair of incredible, gravity defying breasts bobbed out into the pinky-blue stage light all by themselves. They were so long, large and beautifully shaped that the girl they were attached to didn’t follow them up until a full second and a half later.
Once again, Mark was floored by what he saw. He would’ve handed it to the organizers of the place for their ability to mix-up the muscle variety, but his brain was too busy getting kicked in the nuts.
“Razor” was a flesh and blood fantasy ripped straight out of Japanese animation. As she sauntered to the edge of the stage, her ridiculous endowments bounced around with the same over-exaggerated physics as a videogame character. She stopped and put her hands on her hips, giving the crowd a long look at the magnificent dimensions filling her eye-popping outfit.
The red-gowned woman wasn’t kidding – Razor loved to play dress-up alright. The 5-nothing hard body had transformed herself into a literal anime space-slut, complete with spiky, neon-pink hair and matching plastic mecha-armor. The armor itself was really just an uncomfortable micro-bikini saddled with complicated gauntlets and hulking, thigh-high hooker boots. It was all metal and chrome techno-parts digging into her carved curves in the lewdest ways possible. To top it off, she was sporting an elaborate helmet and visor that left only her supple, puffed-out lips visible to the world.
Mark shook his head in amazement. What the hell were they feeding these bimbos – hormone milkshakes? Razor giggled and hopped up and down sending her tits into a jiggling, Jell-O mold frenzy. The tiny plates of faux-metal that hid her nipples were totally outmatched by the heaping handfuls of chest meat erupting from everywhere. Even the fat, swollen lips of her cunt had swallowed-up most of her rigid underwear. It seemed like her voracious super-sexuality was on the verge of consuming her costume all together.
But as the mega-endowed cock tease pace back and forth, one thing was clear – she wasn’t just tits and ass. Razor was cut like a knife. She landed somewhere between fitness and bodybuilding – too thick for the former but too light for the later. That didn’t make her physique any less intense – quite the opposite – she may have been the most shredded girl yet. She had taken an exaggerated Playboy template and pumped it full of insanely lean girl meat. Everything was striated to hell and exploding with vascularity. Even her vagina, with its lust-engorged lips was devoid of an ounce of fatty softness. It looked sharp enough to draw blood.
The sexed-up stripper finally settled down beside Ms. Frost.
“Number 20,” she called.
Mark heard a scream of joy from somewhere behind him. He didn’t even turn around this time.
Razor walked off the stage towards her new “Master”. She passed by Mark, grazing his arm. His mouth dropped open at the fleeting, up-close glimpse of her. In that split second, he saw even more detail in her remarkable muscles. Her shoulders were so well carved they almost had right-angles. Her traps and neck were equally cut and swollen in the sexiest way possible. Razor glanced at him for an instant – but holy shit, what an instant! Her luscious Asian features were like melted sex. Her deep, lustful eyes alone were enough to fuel a lifetime of wet dreams.
And then she was gone – off to some asshole who “liked muscles”. Mark wanted to yell at the top of his lungs - “No one likes girl muscles more than me!” He’d take the Pepsi challenge any day! He even had a thing for Asians – especially tanned fitness models like Christine Wan or Krissy Chan. Hell, Razor was twice as tanned, three times as ripped and six times as stacked as both of them on their best day. She was sex personified wrapped in a skin of grade-A girl beef. Why the hell were they punishing him?

Mark didn’t notice, but Mandi watched him from the rear of the crowd. She could see his lust for Razor like it was a neon sign. Glancing at the red-hot stripper, she took in her obscenely fit bod.
“Hmmmffff!” The small bodybuilder thought. She jealously analyzed Razor’s biceps. Impressive, but nowhere near the size of her own cantaloupes.
Another bulked-up waitress walked by.
“What’s she got that I don’t?” Mandi huffed, glaring at Razor.
The other waitress glanced over.
“…Tits bigger than her head.” She answered.

Mark was still fuming when the red gowned woman began announcing the next girl.
“Anyone who lives in Southern California already knows our next slave – chances are you’ve fucked her already. Her insatiable sex drive has already made her a living legend and she’s not even finished high school yet. You’ve seen how big our girls can get – now witness what they can become on steroids. Welcome – Tanya!”
Even before the curtain flew open the crowd was already going bananas. Guys were literally pushing each other around to get a better view of the stage. A second later, Mark understood why as a muscle-bound Barbie doll packed into a hopelessly overmatched cheerleader outfit appeared before them. She was struck from a familiar template – the giggly, all-American beach bunny coated in a luxurious golden tan and capped with shimmering blonde hair.
But that’s where the clichés stopped. As the scintillating sexpot lifted a pair of pom-poms, her clothes screamed beneath an onslaught of extreme muscularity that re-wrote the book on women’s bodybuilding. Her cute little head was crushed between two mutant-sized traps – shoulders the size of beach balls pulsated with incalculable power – traps wider than a doorway swelled like a meat-colored wall. The poor cotton uniform immediately split half its seams while the numbering on her chest became incomprehensibly stretched across a tit-less monster chest.
For what seemed like the thousandth time that night, Mike nearly creamed his pants. Tanya was seemingly torn from the darkest, most twisted recesses of his muscle-obsessed imagination. She was a creature of vein-pulsing testosterone augmented to irresponsible new heights by a glutinous diet of performance enhancers and animal hormones. The result was an androgynous he-beast barely contained in her own skin. She was the kind of “massive” that couldn’t possibly function in normal society. No clothes could ever hide her crushing shape and throbbing vascularity. She was a sideshow freak to be pointed at and ridiculed - a wig-wearing muscle-man lacking only the Neanderthal face that followed years of chemical abuse.
Smiling as she walked the stage, the 500 pound muscle-monster posed as if she were auditioning for cheer tryouts. She was working the room like a Playboy playmate, not a jacked-up Amazon. She giggled confidently and flashed her pearly teeth. Her beauty was absolute even as her face was assaulted by gaunt angles and crawling veins.
“Give me an M!” She giggled – her velvet smooth voice sounding like it was coming from someone else altogether. With the amount of juice she must’ve had in her she should have sounded like Sgt. Slaughter, not a bubble-headed valley girl.
With a little jump, she threw her pom-poms in the air. Her thigh-high skirt flapped upward revealing every striation in her refrigerator thighs. Tubes of vascularity converged on a set of sexy satin panties that were having trouble holding back a bowling ball mass of muscle-pumped vag-meat.
“Give me a U!”
More jumping. Arms as thick as men’s torsos fought with her cotton sleeves. More stitched ripped.
“Give me an S! Give me a C! Give me an L! Give me an E! What’s the spell?”
“Muscle!!” The crowd cheered.
“OH YEAH!!!” Tanya responded, suddenly lurching forward and crunching her humongous arms together in a Guinness record-shattering most-muscular. Her clamped teeth and straining face signaled a surge of super human power throughout her entire body. It started with an unprecedented eruption of veins through her grinning face – literally dozens of fat, purple sausages pushing through her cheeks, nose and temples. At the same time, her traps swelled right past her ears and nearly to the top of her head. Shoulders, triceps, lats – everything tripled in size in a second under the command of her all-consuming pump.
Mark would later describe the noise as like an explosion - it was the instant her clothes disintegrated before his eyes – all of them at once and with the supreme authority of an atom bomb. Tanya’s total body flex was so monumental that every inch of her outfit burst open at the same time and flung from her body in a furious cloud of cloth and stitches.
“GGGGGNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She groaned in ecstasy as her muscles went super nova. She was swimming through a steroid fever dream. The crowd could see her fists shaking with white, veiny knuckles – she was putting her all into it that was for sure.
Tanya was now the Incredible Hulk with a cunt. Her chest was a ballooning pillowcase of swollen striations cris-crossing and cut like the strings of a harp. Pecs pressed against her chin, shoulders and biceps – they even met her hugely swollen upper abdominals. Her arms were the thickness of old growth trees, only a thousand times more detailed. Her back became an endless expanse of heavy muscularity thicker and denser than any ever seen and giving her the appearance of an aircraft carrier.
Then another cute voiced called Tanya out.
“Not bad, Tanya! You’ve been working out!”
The curtain drew back and two more Herculean muscle-beasts walked out into the light. As impossible as it seemed, these new girls were in the same class as the naked muscle mountain that had just flexed through her wardrobe. They stood there in nothing but a pair of men’s posing Speedos – the tiny bathing suits hiding nothing but their bulging crotches from the ogling crowd.
The red gowned woman returned to the stage with mike in hand.
“It seems our next slaves just can’t wait to join the fray. Neither girl is a stranger to extreme muscularity having been the first women to compete against the largest male bodybuilders in the world. Please welcome Krissy Snow and Song Xiu – rivals for the title of Mister – or rather Miss Testosterone!”
The two new muscle girls were a few years older than Tanya – maybe college-age. Like the overdeveloped blonde, they were both beautiful beefcakes with porn star sexiness burned into their DNA. Their covert infiltration into the ranks of competitive male bodybuilding had left them with short-cropped haircuts, but it did little to dissuade their ember-hot sex appeal. Krissy had brown hair and lustful mid-western features. Song was an exotic Chinese girl and every part the simmering sex kitten. Neither was very tall, but what they lacked in height, they definitely over-compensated for in raw, industrial-strength muscle mass.
“We’ve been working out too, Tanya.” Krissy continued. “Wanna see?”
“Esteemed members of the audience, I believe what we have here is an official muscle-off.” The red gowned woman injected.
“Hmmph! I was just getting warmed-up.” Tanya pouted as she straightened up to face her new challengers.
Mark’s mind shorted-out like a cheap circuit board. Each one of these grunting she-behemoths was easily the most muscular human being that had ever waked the earth – man or woman – natural or chemically enhanced. Now he was about to see them pitted against each other in a no-holds-barred show of ultimate muscular supremacy. How much muscle could even HE handle before it was just too much to take? Was there a point where it went from boarder line attractive to downright revolting? Swallowing nervously, he had a feeling he was about to find out.

31 comments:

AbyssPlanet said...

Holy shit awesome. AWESOME.

Was it worth the wait? Yes. :D

Looking forward to the next part!

Jeremy Wilson said...

"It was as if no one had told her that girls couldn’t build muscles like hers. She had 19 inch arms and a cut 10 pack on a body less than 5 feet tall. She should have been 80 pounds, but instead weighted a dense 230 without a shred of body fat. She was an anatomy chart of veins and striations even at rest. After a good pump she barely looked human."

Me want, me want very much!


lol, great stuff, man, I loved each and every sentance, paragraph, the whole story was excellent. It was well worth waiting for.

Mr.Shhh said...

Thanks, gents. I was planning on posting an entirely different story last night but ran into some unexpected trouble with it. After banging my head against the wall for a while, I jumped back to The Club and banged-out the last page or so. The idea to have Krissy and Sun challenge Tanya on stage was a very last second addition but too inticing to pass up. There is a problem that I've discovered with this series: each character in their respective stories is described as the most muscular girl in the world, so when they meet, who's the biggest? I've flip-flopped back and forth so much that I'm still not 100% sure. It's been fun though!

AbyssPlanet said...

Jenna. Jenna is the biggest. :D

That other story you were going to post... can we expect that one pretty soon? ;)

Jeremy Wilson said...

Yeah, man, Jenna is definitely the biggest, I had visions that you have the 3 girls on stage doing a pose down, then everything in the club starts shaking, out from behind a curtain, an enormous figure emerges, its Jenna, so huge that her shoulders are wider than Tanya and Krissy's put together.

Lord Daroth said...

This is like the teaser trailer for a blockbuster movie :)

I know something truly awesome is going to come!

I am looking forward to it:)

bigpr0n said...

Haha, what a predicament! The "who is the biggest" question that is. Wish I could mediate that decision lol.

Great chapter though, but now I'm curious to know what the other story you planned to put up was. Regardless, all your stories are great!

amontagne said...

Can't wait to read more about the Mandi character and what happens to the main character. Keep up the good work man!

Darryl said...
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Mr.Shhh said...

I don't want to say too much about the other story I was going to post since I'm hoping to work out the problems and get it up at some point. Suffice to say its a fem muscle take on a genre that's near and dear to my heart... superheroes.

Anonymous said...

Excuse me gentlemen but I´ve bestowed upon myself the sacred duty to snap all of you out of that delirious state that makes you think that Jenna is "the biggest". Seening how this must be done as soon as possible before your delusions have any long-term caustic effects in your healths, it is for this reason that I waste no more time to inform you that.... TANYA is definitely the MOST MASSIVE MUSCULAR BEHEMOTH TO EVER SET A FOOT ON THIS OUR PLANET EARTH. SHE IS THE VERY EPITOME OF SUPER-HYPERTROPHIATED MUSCLE GODDESSES, WITH A FURNACE IN HER LOINS THAT PROPEL HER WITH SUCH AN ADDITIONAL POWER WHOSE INTENSITY MAKES A THOUSAND SUNS GO PALE AT SUCH AN INDOMATIBLE AND UNSTOPPABLE FORCE.

In retrospect, I retract my previous statement of Jenna not being the "biggest" (notice that it is written in minuscule letters to further emphasize one simple thing: the downright insufficiency-inadequacy of such word to even begin becoming a proper descriptor for the GARGANTUANESS that is Tanya in comparison to any living or non-living entity that were to compete against her).

So there, I shall be merciful, and let you keep that pathetic and worthless accolade for Jenna of being the "biggest". If that is what your soft psyches need to fend off the harshness of truth and the batterings of reality, then so be it. It would be a crime to remove it and expect you all to live. Derive whatever solace you can take from that meagerness...

Unfortunately, we all know, however, that your very foundations have not escaped totally unscathed, for now on I am sure that you'll always be accompanied by a most uncomfortable gnawing sensation at the back of your heads telling you that now deep inside you know better. That nothing will ever be the same...

Knowing in the rescesses of your beings that Jenna next to Tanya is like placing a most cadaverous, down-right puny Pee-Wee Herman right besides Godzilla, or the Moon for that matter, and expect him to have a fighting chance at being noticed. What a microbe is to a blue whale. That marks the difference that exists between Jenna and Tanya. In old religions, those who would dare try utter both names in the same sentence would probably been long hanged before they finished it. A bona fide popular lynching for such sacrilegious act.

But dare not take my word and send Jenna, two Jennas or a hell-spawn Legion of Jennas escalating into the millions to champion your lost cause against Tanya and challenge her in a fight or less: an arm-wrestling competition; for the results will be grim for your party. You wish not to see "her" or "them" humiliated, as Tanya`s one single pinky proves to be far greater match than "they" could ever hope to overcome, as she stands there flirting and multi-tasking, concentrating on anything else but the challenger's gut-wrenching but futile effort, as Tanya’s muscles nova in a cosmic symphony of explosive size and power, not out of extertion, but because of the mere casuality of her disposition thusly rubbing salt into wounds just to have her hand, along with Jenna's completely shattered paw, impact the table with defining force and finally letting Tanya realize that she had been engaged in such competition in the first place. Thus dispelling all and every illusions that Jenna had of being a match for her... Be forewarned. You’d best be going on with the staleness of your lives, and let this tacit fact be, for it is immutable.


And to you, Mr. Shhh, thanks for another great story.


DISCLAIMER: The above was me being a big-mouth, I hope no feelings were hurt in the process. Even though that doesn’t rescind the fact that Tanya remains the MOST MASSIVE and I can’t stress this enough.

Jeremy Wilson said...

I loved that comment, showed a lot of creativity, perhaps you should write a story yourself sir, you had a lot of inventive ways to describe the relationships between Tanya's muscle size and Jenna's muscle size. If you ever decide to write a whole story on the subject of ultra huge female muscle, be sure to keep us posted, I'm sure it will be worth the read.

Not that I would take away from Mr. Shhh's great talents, I just think we need more writers of this type of story.

AbyssPlanet said...

Numerically, Jenna is bigger. :) This chapter pegged Tanya's weight at 500lbs. In the most recent Jenna chapter, she's, like, 900. Even in the chapter where Jenna goes to the clothing store to get measured for new clothes, she says her weight is over 700.

Whoops, looks like Jenna really IS bigger. :)

Mr.Shhh said...

Wow Anon, that's a passionate argument in favor or Tanya!

Abyssplanet's also correct - in terms of actual numbers, Jenna is currently the biggest girl in the Muscle Machine universe.

However, I like to think of the biggest girl as the one with the most potential. Who's the hungiest, craziest, most single-minded muscle factory out there? Is Tanya hungrier than Jenna? Who wants it more?

AbyssPlanet said...

Definitely gonna go with Jenna. She's gotten bigger than Tanya without chemical aids, and everything we've read about her character says she is absolutely completely obsessed to the exclusion of all other parts of her life. Tanya loves muscle and wants to get bigger, but then she also takes time to go shopping for girly clothes and hang out with her friends. Jenna has no friends because she's so obsessed.

Mr.Shhh said...

Good points Abyssplanet. Jenna's all muscle, all the time. Still, I think the difference between her and Tanya isn't who's more nuts about bodybuilding, it's WHY they're nuts about it. Jenna wants her muscles to satisfy some strange desire deep within herself. Tanya wants them to look good and have tons of sex.

Anonymous said...

I doubt that the exhibitionist within Tanya, along her competitive nature, would ever allow her to be second to anyone. She has an insatiable appetite for sex, building muscle and proving that she is the best at what she does. She is definately a narcissist by nature. I am sure she would do solo sessions with herself after bodybuilding with tons of weigh that no other human being could even fathom to bear, simply because she finds being so incalculably powerful so vastly erotic. But of course, the need of her to show off is the driving force that she hangs out with her friends at all, because it provides her with ample opportunities to do so. Meaning that hanging with Tanya isn't as much as simply going out to eat an ice-cream, but more so, creaming in her mouth while she curls the entire multi-ton ice-cream truck driven to the edge about how muscular and powerful she is and the intoxicating effect she has on the rest and more importantly herself. Never a normal and simple day.

Frankly, Jenna, imo, just comes as this wreck of repressed emotions and low self-confidence. Working out has definitely become her drug and entrapment to escape her lack of confidence. You take that away from her and she is nothing.


Not only that, but you place the two to compete, and Tanya would easily psyche her out turning Jenna into a huge over-muscled cry-baby, while she'd do whatever it takes to steamroll over Jenna and make her victory absolute. Thus proving that in bodybuilding, sex-drive, power, desire to obtain whatever her whim fancies she is the reigning champ.

AbyssPlanet said...

You're forgetting that as of right now, Jenna is not only bigger, but pretty much TWICE as big, and did it without chemical aids.
What do you think would happen if Jenna discovered steroids? :)

Jeremy Wilson said...

Well, obviously, when it comes down to who's bigger, there's only one authority to make that call, and that's the guy who created both characters, that's Mr. Shhh.

But Anon, you have a really creative imagination, your prose dedicated to Tanya was really nice to read, I would love to see you maybe do a fan fiction story of Tanya, since you seem to love her muscles and strength so much. Maybe show how big and strong you think Tanya is compared to Jenna in a more constructive way, have your ideal version of Tanya have a posedown with Jenna and thrill us with more detailed descriptions of the two bodies. I'm sure Mr. Shhh would give you his permission to write this story. Anyway, even if you don't I look forward to you posting again.

Anonymous said...

I don't like the mixing of stories and characters from different "universes". You sort of lose track and get confused with all the names. Event the creator gets confused in his own stories and makes mistakes. The story "The club" is written very descriptive, but it is already getting boring. I don't want to see the merc dance on a stage and please some nerd. - I want her to break necks, crash through walls, turn trucks on their back, bend steel and save people.
I finaly want to know how Mercy does at the armwrestling and how she will kick Brock Krugers ass. I want to know if Linus gets Jenna....
All these loose ends waiting to be concluded and instead we get some secret club where all our heroes have turned into slutty callgirls. Sheeesh. How can you continue any of these stories, and even enjoy them, having this new plot in the back of your head. Oh yeah - Jenna, so shy and all of a sudden she's on a stage and then will walk away with some stranger. I don't care who is the "biggest". I wan't them each to be the biggest in their own story and universe and not have them meet and compete.

Oh btw. Didn't you once write a story about a Kitty Marie Robert? (FemXman-creation)I would love to read more about her.

Sorry for the rant, but thats how I feel.

Mr.Shhh said...

Cool, this has been the best message board yet. Lots of discussion, lots of opinions. Awesome!

I agree with Jeremy. Anon, if you want to take a crack at writing a Tanya story, be my guest.

Anon #2, I guess an out of continuity story like The Club isn't everybody's cup of tea. I'm sad to hear it's diminished your enjoyment of other stories. I certainly intend to finish the stories you mentioned in as exciting a manor as possible.

AbyssPlanet said...

So when can we expect another chapter from you? :D

Anonymous said...

Really looking forward to your next piece!

-- Seldom

bigpr0n said...

Other ways of measuring muscularity....

I mean even in my imagination...Jenny and Tanya maintain a semblance of their general dimensions. Otherwise it'd be like a sphere of muscle...not necessarily hot. Maybe this is not true for all readers.

So instead of the "biggest" couldn't we also factor in some other qualities? Maybe hardness or brute strength?? Seeing these girls demonstrate their strength might me more effective.

There comes a line here too I guess, seeing superman stop a falling airplane is not the same as Tanya doind pullups ups with someone hanging on her or Jenny using her homemade exercise equipment.

If we measure in terms of pure size, there has to be a point of diminishing returns, otherwise 3000 mile biceps would be the standard...maybe that does it for some people, hehe.

I mess around with 3d art and even in my own 'creations' I'm drawn to maintain certain ratios.

you can check em out if you like:

bigpr0n.deviantart.com

Short story, long...

I guess what I'm saying is there's a lot of fiction on the web involving crrrrrraaaazzzy levels of strength and size but I follow Mr. shhh's stuff because it's just a little past the 'reality' line. I can identify and understand the images he writes about.

Mr.Shhh said...

Interesting thoughts, Bigpron. I'm going to try to incorporate them into the Hardbody story.

Anonymous said...

I wonder what would happen if Tanya, in a pump, actually took a howitzer shot to her chest?

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