Sunday, March 15, 2009

THE HUNGER - prelude


The following story takes place before the events of THE HUNGER chapter 1. Special thanks to OZZY for his fantastic artwork. Enjoy!

THE HUNGER
prelude

The throaty roar of Mercy’s Harley echoed across the desert as she pulled into the highway gas station. Stopping in front of the pumps, she pushed out the kickstand and climbed off, the heavy chrome and steel beast compressing painfully beneath her half-ton of dense weight.
The scorching sun was unbearable. A layer of sweat was clinging to every inch of the erotic young bodybuilder, giving her intensely-tanned skin and hard, unyielding curves a slick shine.
Popping off the gas cap, Mercy began to fill her thirsty vehicle. She glanced around while the bike drank up. A cartoonish neon muscle-man buzzed on the sign above the station. Mercy looked at his arm – an exaggerated, Popeye-like bicep ballooned from the figure’s frame. Grinning, she squeezed her own fist and felt her leather coat groan to contain a beastly bicep easily double the size.
The trigger snapped open on the pump. The raven-haired hard body looked at the total – 55 dollars. Digging into her pocket, she found about 20 bucks. Shit.
Just then, a huge semi pulled into the dirt lot behind her. A burly trucker climbed out and peered back into the cab.
“Stay put, Honey.” He ordered. “I just gotta drain the snake.”
Mercy watched him slam the door and march towards the building.

The trucker entered a dingy bathroom and planted himself in front of the urinal. He ignored his surroundings - buzzing light bulb, crusty, graffiti-strewn walls and filthy floor.
Behind him, the door opened. The trucker hardly noticed the new presence as he finished his business.
Turning around, he was surprised to discover Mercy standing before him. He was momentarily taken aback not only by a girl in the men’s room but by her scorching, super model looks.
“I think you got the wrong door, sexy.” The trucker smirked, his raspy voice complimenting his gruff, bearded exterior. If Mercy had to guess, she would’ve put him at 6’5, 250 pounds. That made him a full foot taller than the comparatively small girl, but definitely not heavier.
“Fifty bucks and I’ll hit any pose you want.” Mercy offered mater-of-factly. The Trucker seemed to wait for a punch line, but Mercy was dead serious.
“Hell, you sure ain’t shy.” He laughed.
“I need the money. You interested or not?”
“Why should I give a crap about poses, unless we’re talking doggy style and missionary?” He shot back.
Mercy unzipped her biker jacket. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up, revealing the thickest, most staggeringly cut abs he’d ever seen.
“Jesus…!” The trucker muttered, his eyes widening to accept the magnificently sculpted, king-sized 12 pack.
“Fifty bucks. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”
The trucker fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a couple of bills. Mercy snatched them from his hand.
“Lose the leather, tough guy.” He started, rubbing his beard nervously.
Mercy peeled off her coat and dropped it on the floor.
The trucker’s eyes sprung open further. If he’d been floored by Mercy’s abs, then her shoulders, arms and neck blew him through the wall.
“Fuck… me!” He spurted through his disbelief. “What kind of juice are you shooting?!”
Mercy shifted her stance to give him a better view of her perfect lines.
“What makes you think I’m juicing?” She toyed, knowing full well what he meant. Even in muscle-obsessed America, nobody looked like her.
The biker gawked at the t-shirt struggling to contain her awesome physique. The material was stretched so tight that he could see a million individual details right through it – tendons, striations, vascular systems - all ready to obliterate the shirt with the slightest flex. Her outline was so totally unfeminine that he found himself questioning how she could possibly be a woman, let alone the jail-bait piece of ass she appeared to be. Her shoulders and back, both denser and wider than a fully-padded football player’s, tapered sharply to a waist that was less than a third the size. The colossal super-V it created was only further amplified by her staggering contest condition.
“Where the hell are your tits?” The trucker questioned, his voice rushed and excited.
“Tits are for girls.” The bulging teen answered. Her girly voice, high-pitched and young, betrayed the brutal masculinity of the rest of her.
“What the hell do you think you are then?”
Mercy took her shirt and pulled it over her head. In one fast motion, her studly, muscle-packed torso was naked from the waist up.
“I’m a bodybuilder.” She answered confidently.
The red-hot hard body stood topless before the trucker without a hint of shyness. She seemed used to flaunting her tit-less pecs as if she’d resigned herself to being an unfeeling piece of meat. The swollen girth of each gargantuan chest-block was simply unbelievable. There was no way she could possible fit into a bra or bikini top. Gone was the slightest hint that her breasts had even existed. All soft tissue had been crushed flat and rebuilt into the veiny, television-sized mountain range that stood in their place.
It wouldn’t have been a stretch to imagine Mercy stabbing syringe-loads of growth hormone directly into her chest while blasting those monsters with punishing weight-sets. Even then, with limitless chemicals and bottomless hunger, the demented magnitude of her muscle-tits was still unfathomable. She was nature perverted by sheer, indomitable willpower.
Mercy hooked her thumbs to the waist of her jeans and tightened her shoulders. Each pec crumpled like 100 pounds of aluminum, turning instantly into 2 shredded bricks of bullet proof he-beef. Angry veins snarled across every jagged muscle-strand and joined an out-of-control army that dominated her planetoid delts.
Mercy gazed into the trucker’s eyes with a voracious sexual hunger. The sleazy bathroom peep-show was clearly turning her on.
“Go ahead, tell me what you want. I can be anything - shy school girl with muscles – studly she-man with a pussy.”
The trucker didn’t respond. He was still having trouble accepting the sweaty, testosterone-fueled beefcake.
“Maybe my daddy always wanted a boy. Imagine him forcing me to work out day after day, hour after hour – screaming and crying until my body was harder than any man’s.”
Mercy twisted her stomach. Her baseball-sized abs fought for the limited space on her body. Stark feathering flared and pressed against itself. Veins coiled and pulsed. It seemed like she was packed with more muscles than could even fit.
“Maybe I got bigger than he ever thought possible. Maybe I got so hot that he couldn’t keep his hands off me.”
The raven-haired jock lifted her arms and hit a double bicep flex. She grunted softly as the real breadth of her outrageous physique suddenly unfolded. She wasn’t simply the Olympia-crushing brute she appeared to be – she was much, much bigger than that.
Flexing her basketball biceps, the gender-bending beast almost buried her own face beneath an onslaught of screaming, skin-shredding mega-girth. A quiet moan escaped her lips as she flexed again forcing more detail and definition into her increasingly skinless musculature. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation, almost as if she was reliving the wonderful agony of building every overblown inch.
“You’re getting hot, aren’t you?” The trucker finally blurted, unable to stay silent in the face of Mercy’s twisted lust. “You love what a crazy fucking slut you are! Flex harder!”
Mercy’s eyes opened. She was momentarily taken aback, yet there was no denying it - her engine had started and there was no turning back. A part of her was horrified at what was happening – stripping for cash like a junkie whore in a shit-hole bathroom. But she couldn’t stop herself. Worse still – she needed it.
“Show me everything you’ve got, bitch!” He ordered. Mercy felt her heart racing. He’d show him alright .
The massive teen brought her arms down and turned to her side. Locking her right arm in an “L”, she clutched her wrist and cut loose at full strength. The resulting flex transformed her body like nothing the trucker had ever seen. Hideous, eye-popping detail erupted through her shoulders nearly ripping her skin off. Her chest swelled so hard that it filled every inch of space between her 2 arms.
Veins clawed up her neck as she flexed again and again. The tucker could hear her flesh struggling to contain her. Surging veins popped through her temples and forehead as she poured it on.
“Show me your legs!” The trucker ordered.
Mercy turned again and put her hands behind her head. Placing one leg in front of her, she tensed her thigh until stitches started rip. Bit by bit, her brown, sweat-slicked skin forced itself through the seams of her jeans.
Finally, one hard flex tore the pants in half. Concrete muscles exploded through in a flood of veiny, beefy might. Mercy gasped orgasmically before switching legs and flexing the other one. Her other pant leg shredded in seconds as if it were made out of paper.
The trucker dug into his wallet and pulled out a wad of cash. He held it in front of Mercy like a carrot on a stick.
“There’s near 300 dollars here.”
Mercy looked at him, momentarily pulled from her sexual rush.
He tossed the money on the ground. Looking back at her, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his throbbing erection.
Mercy stared. She barely moved, save the rise and fall of her heaving chest.
“Go on. Take the money.” He hissed.
Mercy suddenly snapped back to another time and place. It was her own hazy memory involuntarily barging into the present. She was years younger, though still impressively muscled. She found herself strapped to a piece of crude gym equipment and forced to lift a huge weight stack with her legs.
Behind her, a crowd of men smoked and drank. Mercy cried with each rep to their rapturous delight. Her legs burned like someone had poured gasoline on them. Sweat drenched her body as she powered through set after set.
“Lift that weight, whore!” One of the men demanded. A whip hit her back leaving a red slash across the meaty muscles.
Mercy screamed and fought harder. Her powerful legs surged with awe-inspiring muscularity impossible for a girl her size. Harder she worked. The weight hit the top of the machine with each rep, clanging like a bell. Spit flew from her straining, purple face. Her legs were searing open wounds and every rep was a handful of salt.
“Look at you. You’re dripping wet.” Came the trucker’s voice.
Mercy returned to the moment. She was back in the dingy gas station. She could feel her own wetness seeping through the crotch of her tattered jeans. It wouldn’t be long before a river of steamy girl juice would be running down her legs.
“You know you want the money.” He continued, his boner raging at the sight of the confused Hercules.
More memories came flooding into Mercy’s mind. She was in a dim bedroom riding some strange man like a bucking stud. His hands were all over her chest, squeezing and pinching the small breasts that clung to the bottom of her masculine pecs. The harder she flexed, the harder he fucked her, until she finally orgasmed in a flurry of sinew and veins.
And then she was back again. This time, there was no confusion at all. Dropping to her knees, Mercy grabbed the trucker’s legs and rammed his dick down her throat so hard that he thought she was going to hurt herself. The delirious muscle-titan began sucking and smacking like a depraved animal. The trucker moaned as he sank into a world of intense pleasure. The thought of a muscle-bound bodybuilder surrendering to his every whim was the fantasy to end all fantasies, yet the reality was a thousand times better. Here was a creature of unrelenting will – powerful enough to lift a car or tear him in half with her bare hands, now his depraved sex slave.
Looking down at her, he saw a girl drowning in lust. Her hands, face and neck were covered in spit as she drooled over and licked every inch of his prick. Her free hand was at her crotch furiously rubbing the saturated material, shameless searching for gratification.
It was mere minutes after she had started that the trucker felt himself approaching his apex. The noise, the moaning - the grotesque, surging muscularity filling his entire field of view – it was just too much. And her face – that perfect, virginal angel looking up at him, perverted by the angry vascularity snaking beneath her dried-out skin - she could make a grown man cry.
He could feel Mercy’s iron-grip holding him in place as she demanded the cum from his balls. Her neck muscles crushed his dick like a circle of hydraulic pistons. He finally gave it to her in an explosive burst straight down her throat. One load, two. He sprayed so much cum into her that he expected it to start coming out her ears. When Mercy finally pulled his dick out of her mouth, more jizz spackled her face.
“G-god damn…!!” The man gasped through labored panting. He was absolutely amazed at the load she’d coaxed from him. By the time it ended, her chiseled features were buried beneath an oozing white blanket.
But Mercy was far from finished. Standing up, she grabbed him by the shirt and threw him into one of the stalls. The shocked trucker watched as Mercy’s terrifying shape approached, barely able to fit through the doorway.
Taking the crotch of her jeans, she pulled them down and tossed them aside. The trucker was left face to face with a sexy white thong just big enough to cover her labia. But there was something seriously wrong. The distorted underwear was pulled dental floss-thin across a block of aggressively protruding muscles that formed the most grotesquely developed vagina in the world.
Jesus – was there no end to her insane muscularity? Even her vagina, the last trace of gender identification anywhere on her body was pumped-up beyond comprehension. Internal muscles were fist-sized boulders packed layers deep. Veins were everywhere snarling out of control, swollen to an obscene, cigar thickness to feed the demands of her mutant snatch.
“What have you done?!” The trucker gasped, more appalled than aroused.
Mercy followed his eyes. She splayed her legs wider to show him everything she had. Gritting her teeth, she tightened her abs, legs and everything in between. She grunted softly as her vagina and all related muscles flexed with steel-crushing force.
The effect was like an injection of muscle juice right into her cunt. Everything exploded with unprecedented detail. The ludicrous vascularity tripled along her legs and plugged straight into her pussy. The doomed strip of underwear finally snapped under the pressure like a string holding back a steam roller.
More flexes followed, each one harder and stronger until it was impossible to identify anything between her legs but a single nightmarish quadrant of ripped muscularity.
Mercy positioned herself over the trucker, who had ended up on the toilet seat. Her humongous bulk utterly eclipsed him to the point where she had to hold onto the stall or risk crushing him completely. He didn’t even realize he had a boner until she began to push herself down on him. In one powerful motion, she swallowed the trucker's pole with her frightening monster-vagina.
The sensation was like having his dick was in a vice with someone twisting the handle. He would’ve screamed in pain except the extreme pleasure was even more overwhelming.
Mercy cranked her arms back and began slowly crunching her fists together. Her upper body, already muscular to the point lunacy, ignited with preposterous new amounts of grade-A she-beef. As the trucker surrendered to Mercy’s total supremacy, he witnessed a shocking transformation. Beautiful Mercy, the erotic sex dream rapidly ceased to exist. Her soft face, so effortlessly alluring, became gnarled with strain. Wrinkles and stretches joined popping veins until she was more monster than girl.
Spit spattered the trucker's face as Mercy screamed and cried, mindless amidst her agonizing desire for the ultimate pump. Her fucking became secondary to the desperate, all-consuming expansion she was forcing upon herself.
The walls of the toilet stall creaked as Mercy rode her overwhelmed toy. Bolts snapped at the floor. Tiles cracked.
Mercy’s face twisted until she was red and dripping all over. Her shaking pecs inflated by muscle-stuffed inches with every contraction of her arms, each time growing veinier and freakier than humanly possible. Shoulder and traps bled into one another until they were ridiculous balloons ready to burst.
Water started to leak from the base of the toilet. The trucker felt like the Earth was going to split open. His vision became hazy as all of the blood from his body was sucked through his dick by Mercy’s garbage-crusher snatch. Looking down, his found his entire lower body utterly consumed by Mercy's inhuman legs and crotch.
Finally, the super-human muscle engine reached her nuclear climax. With an uncontrollable shudder, she tore the toilet right out of the floor. Water sprayed everywhere like a Las Vegas fountain, soaking both of them.
Mercy howled into the sky and flexed with all of her being. If she had been on a competition stage at that very moment, she would've eclipsed an entire line-up put together. Each and every muscle on her body was pushed to its zenith and beyond, every ounce of fat stripped bare in the most garish way possible. Even her flesh was just vascular paper so thin and transparent that it looked like her tan had been applied to the muscles themselves.

Mercy walked through the door of the gas station moments later and drew the eyes of everyone inside. She was completely naked save her over-stuffed leather jacket, which was forced open by her heaving upper body. Her creaky, over-burdened skin was beaded with cold water that ran between each of her peaks and valleys.
Everyone watched her walked to the counter, their eyes in awe at the rippling movement in her elephantine thighs and double-bowling ball calves. She seemed unconcerned about her nude pussy or shotgun shell nipples. Gasps and cries circulated the aisles at the extreme grotesquery of her pump. Snarling veins strangled every conceivable surface of hyper-shredded musculature to the point where her very humanity was in question.
The supreme girl-Hercules dropped 50 dollars in front of the cashier. The clerk was rendered useless by the inconceivably gorgeous face perched upon her jacked-up physique.
"Pump number 2..." She spoke with cool detachment.

Exiting into the glaring sun, Mercy put on a pair of sunglasses from her jacket. She climbed back onto her motorcycle and started it up with a roar. Everyone inside the store watched the bulging stallion rev the engine before squealing off in a cloud of dust. She was truly hell on wheels - a living, breathing furnace of sinew with enough raw potential to become the most muscular human being on the planet. But she was damaged goods and she couldn't escape it. She knew her future awaited her somewhere down that endless highway, but so did her past... and it scared the hell out of her.

30 comments:

AbyssPlanet said...

That was a great chapter! It was great to see more about Mercy, even if we only got some hints about her past and how and why she got so big.

Mr.Shhh said...

Thanks, dude. Inspiration is a weird thing. After not touching Mercy's story for a year or two, I suddenly wanted to write a bathroom strip show. When your output is as slow as mine, you tend to take advantage of any inspiration that comes along.

Anonymous said...

very wow. As ever, a great chapter from the master of mass muscle!

Anonymous said...

Wow. Your style is very inspiring. It also serves to give me some much needed pointers.

Anonymous said...

hi mr shhh

another fantastic story!
"tits are for girls"... you're right!
;)

ozzy

ayanamifan said...

Loving this chapter. I really like your writing style.
There are a lot of stories out there i stopreading after a few lines, not because of the content, but because of the style.
But your way of narrating simply makes me read and read and read XD
Im so glad to see new stuff from you again ^__^

Mr.Shhh said...

Thank-you very much, Anons. My goal is to write tightly-paced stories that paint a vivid picture in the reader's head. Since nobody makes movies about this kind of stuff, it's the next best thing.
Actually, I guess artwork is the next best thing, but I don't draw. That's why guys like Ozzy are so awesome. Glad you liked the story, Oz.

Jeremy Wilson said...

Hey man, sorry it took so long to comment, but man, that was intense! I have been waiting for anything by you for a long time, and this was definitely worth the wait. Very nice to see a little about Mercy's, as most of the time you do a little about the character's past in the story, but didn't seem to do that before now with Mercy. Very nice, can't wait for more, on any of your stories!

Anonymous said...

Hi,
I waited so long for the next story and then this.... :(
As usual perfect writting style - but then you ruin my picture of the heroin you have built up so far in previous chapters, by letting her behave like a cheap whore who will do anything for money. Letting herself get f**** on the mens toilet of some lost gas station by a trucker. She was much better, when she took it up with that bully who slapped his GF around. Now I will never get that pic out of my head again, that she is a cheap slut. Sorry for the rant, but thats how I feel.

AbyssPlanet said...

I'll admit that I do prefer stories about girls getting huge/flexing/showing off than I do about guys getting their rocks off while marveling at how big the girl is. For that reason, I preferred chapters about, say, Tanya and her friends shopping for steroids than the one about Tanya blowing her teacher for a good grade.

I'm not saying Mr Shhh shouldn't write those kinds of stories, or that the characters shouldn't do those sorts of things (they're his stories and his characters, after all), I'm just saying what my personal preference is in a "crazy-huge musclegirl" story.

That's why I'm eagerly awaiting more stories in "The Club" series, or especially more stories about Jenna. As sexually repressed and emotionally damaged as she is, I really don't think she'd be the sort of person to blow a guy in an alley just because she's horny. I do, however, expect her to lift a semi truck over her head in an effort to get pumped and make herself grow enough to keep her (current) boyfriend interested in her, and that's exactly what I love to read about. :P

Mike said...

Great story...though I can't wait for the latest Jenna!

Mr.Shhh said...

Very insightful comments everyone. It's nice to hear what elements people respond to in these stories and which ones they don't. I really think it helps me write better stories.

Abyssplanet, be aware that future "The Club" stories are leading to an inevitable orgy of wild sex (with plenty of flexing and lifting of course.)

AbyssPlanet said...

I didn't mean to imply that I didn't LIKE the wild sex, just that I much prefer the flexing and working out and showing off. :P

Anonymous said...

I just wanted to add to my previous comment, that the slutty behavior doesn't bother me on certain types. If one of your gals is like that - ok. Such people are a part of our society and exist. But when every one behaves like that, then one begins to wonder. In some way it will take the suspense out of your storys because eveyone will then figure out, how long it takes until she is going to strip or f**** for money. I do like a diversity of characters and behavior and not the same type with just a different name and hairstyle.
btw. congrats to your new banner. where can we see the rest of her? Did FemXman do it?
Regards

Anonymous said...

Excellent story (once again ^^) !

Mr.Shhh said...

Thanks for clarifying your thoughts, guys. Don't worry, I have no intention of making every character into a total slut (except maybe in "The Club" stories). I see Mercy as a girl who hates what her past has turned her into. Even with all of her strength, she's still unable to control her freaky desires (unlike say Tanya, who loves being a ho),

The new banner is a FemXman original. It's meant to be a teaser for the site's content, so it isn't any girl in particular. We thought the tight framing made it quite sexy.

AbyssPlanet said...

Oh yeah, forgot to ask the important question: when can we expect another chapter from you? :)

Anonymous said...

There is something that bothers me...

Did Mercy end up squashing the trucker like some oversized gnat?

Because the hugeness of her flex, her momentarily loss of control, and her body weight, seem enough to scissor the poor guy in half (considering she had him between her legs), collapse his upper-body, castrate him, and make him faint to boot.


So I have to ask you, will the next dude that enters the bathroom find a grotesquely red splatter sprayed all over the room? I know that your girls are usually very tame and there isn't much of over the top violence, but sometimes we need to be realistic. People so muscular and powerful such as your girls could wreck havoc in just a single momentarily lapse of control.

Anyway, great writing. Your descriptions keep being top-notch as usual.

Anonymous said...

hey, i love ure stories!

and i disagree with some of the previous posts.
i hope u keep ure style!

ure sories are not just the usual type of story, they are far better.
your girls are still humans ,but very muscular. they feel pain, struggle sometimes in life, are not unvulnerable, have their needs and feelings and behave often like normal people.

your stories > boring unvulnerable muscular goddess kills/destroys x men without feelings and emotion stories

PS: i hope u will continue ure war inc. story soon!

BP said...

Great chapter! I haven't read any of this series but I think I will.

Glad to see anything, love your writing.

Mr.Shhh said...

I like to think that the trucker got the fucking of a lifetime and some serious bruises to show for it. He probably woke up a few hours later wondering what truck ran him over.

Thanks to the other anons for your kind comments.

Anonymous said...

Good god! The muscle! The sex!! The muscle!! The detail!! THE MUSCLE!!!!!! Absolutely awesome!!!!! This story has given me inspiration to write my own continuation of Mercy's adventure!!!! Is that ok?

Mr.Shhh said...

Go for it. I'll post it here if you want.

Anonymous said...

All right Mr. Shhhh I'm just posting whatever I wrote so far and would love to have you help me out. Please be kind as this is my first attempt at this. Your stories are my inspiration!!!!

She continued riding down the road in the mid-day sun, her body still bulging and throbbing with engorged muscle. She was a vision of pure muscle fantasy, riding on a powerful steel horse down a long and dusty highway. She saw a small strip mall coming up ahead and decided to try and get some clothes for her naked body. The humming and vibration of the steel engine sent shivers up her muscle engorged clit and she started getting that feeling again. She saw a small store outlet that looked deserted and decided to try there. She parked her hog and hopped off. She opened the door to the small shop and a bell overhead rang her in. The clerk had her back faced to Mercy and didn’t see her come in. She was on a ladder stocking the upper shelves when Mercy walked in. Mercy looked up and saw long, lightly muscled legs that ran up a loose plaid skirt. The clerk had her chestnut brown hair up in a bun and she wore a light olive green turtle neck sweater and glasses. She kind of reminded Mercy of those shy nerdy girls in high school that use to hang out in the libraries all the time. Mercy stood near the ladder and cleared her throat. The clerk was startled and fell back off of the ladder right into Mercy’s strong arms. She felt as light as a paper weight to the muscle bound vixen. As the clerk readjusted her glasses and hair, Mercy was taken aback at the soft brown eyes of the teenager. The Clerk in turn was stunned at her saviours stunning super model face.
“Uh..t-t-thanks for catching me…” she whispered as she stared in awe into Mercy’s beautiful angelic face. Her voice had a soft and innocent quality to it that mesmerized and enticed the red-hot bodybuilder.
‘Um..n-n-no problem…” she stammered back. The clerk had soft full pink lips that were inviting and sensuous. Mercy found herself struggling to not lean in and kiss those beautiful lips.
“I’m Nancy” she said, introducing herself. Mercy inhaled her sweet essence that filled her nostrils and became light headed by the lingering fragrance.
“Hi, Nancy…I’m…” she paused; her eyes closed as she pulled Nancy closer to her and inhaled her perfume. Her B Cup sized breasts enthralled Mercy as her perfume climbed its way up to her, making the hard muscles bulge beneath the leather jacket. “M-m-m Mercy, I’m Mercy…” she said finally.
“I’m guessing you’re needing some clothes huh Mercy?” the bodybuilder opened her eyes from her reverie and blushed at the young teen.
“Oh yeah, sorry bout that” she put the young teen girl down on her feet. This time it was Nancy that gasped, she saw Mercy’s fully pumped muscle-bod engorged and throbbing, even more so now she had unwittingly enticed the massive bodybuilder. Nancy had always had a fetish for muscular men while she was growing up, but this muscle goddess put all her dreams to shame. Mercy was bigger and more vascular than anything that she could imagine, her legs were huge and defined tree trunks of pure muscle. Her calves were rock hard and shaped like diamonds and absolutely pumped to the max. Thick, hose-like veins ran up and down her muscular thighs giving her legs a monstrous, powerful look. Nancy’s eyes followed up to her steel abs that looked like muscle stuffed fists fighting for room on her waist, her stomach was shredded and looked like an anatomy chart. Mercy involuntarily flexed per massive pecs which crumpled like steel, creating 2 solid blocks of pure muscle. Nancy gasped as the muscle valley that her pecs created ran up to her thick, hard traps. The leather jacket looked like it was ready to burst, just like the orgasm that was building inside of Nancy. Mercy’s already heightened senses could smell the pungent juices building in Nancy’s crotch and had an idea.
“I’ll tell you what, let’s cut the bull shit. I need clothes and I know my muscles are turning you on. So how bout I hit a few poses for you in exchange for some threads?” she said cockily. The young girl stared at this she-stud speechlessly, too stunned at not only her bold proposal but also that fact that even tho she did not have a lesbian bone in her body this hard bodied muscle mare was turning her on more so than any of her magazine fantasies. She didn’t need anymore coaxing and quietly walked over and locked the door and lowered the shades so that they could not be bothered.
“Well…” she said as she slowly turned to face the leather clad bodybuilder, “if you want to put it that way…” she continued in a sensuous, sultry voice. Nancy took her glasses off and shook her long brown hair loose and let it cascade over her shoulders. Mercy gasped at her enticing and inviting brown eyes and was immediately wet with anticipation. Nancy knew she had the hulking female mesmerized and under her spell. “We’ll have to take some measurements first…why don’t you do me a favor first tho…” she said softly as she sexily sauntered up to Mercy. The bodybuilder could see the clerks hardening nipples tent her sweatshirt as she walked towards her. Nancy leaned in close to Mercy’s ear, letting her sweet essence invade the bodybuilder’s senses again. Her nipples lightly touched the heavily muscled chest and sent a shockwave of pleasure over the both of them, “its quite clear that your hard…ripped…powerful…muscles are definitely turning me on…”she whispered. Mercy’s senses were beginning to go into overdrive as she emphasized each word. “But what would definitely turn me on is to see you zipper up that leather jacket of yours and flex those powerful muscles out of them”. The very thought of this drove Nancy almost to the breaking point, her breathing became heavy in anticipation of what was about to come. Mercy flexed her massive biceps and could feel them roaring under the tight leather jacket, wanting to break out and tear the thick fabric to pieces. Mercy reached out for the young clerk’s waist and pulled her in so that their bodies were touching. Nancy orgasmed right there as she felt Mercy flex her entire muscled body, she could feel her power and strength which turned her on even more. Mercy couldn’t hold herself back any longer and pulled Nancy in close and planted a deep, passionate kiss on her sensuous pink lips. Nancy felt an electrifying rush of pure ecstasy shoot right thru her body and down to her dripping wet labia. Nancy’s body began to shake and tremble from the surge of hormones and she began pressing in harder onto Mercy’s rock hard, muscular body, feeling the unbelievable hardness of her super pumped muscles. Mercy's tongue invaded the young clerk’s mouth with total abandon as her body began to react to the increased sexual excitement.
Mercy broke the intense kiss and locked eyes with the clerk. Still holding her by her waist with her left arm, she straightened her right arm out and looked lustily in her eyes. Now it was Nancy’s turn to be enthralled as she watched the thick black leather sleeve that covered Mercy’s arm throb and bulge as the red-hot she stud began to pump her arm with muscle by opening and closing her hand into a fist. She hadn’t even begun to flex hard yet as Nancy noticed the leather that covered her forearm begin to stretch out as if it were nothing more than a thin sheet of plastic. Mercy kept going, feeling the blood pump thru her veins, wanting to not just simply flex and tear the leather fabric but wanting to destroy the leather with her muscles. With each pump she visualized her forearm getting harder and more ripped, she pictured in her mind that she wanted it to be the most ripped and shredded forearm in the world. She turned and watches as the bulge of her sleeve began to grow inch by merciless inch, her biceps becoming infuriated at being contained within the tough piece of cow hide flesh, seeking release from its leathery prison. It wasn’t long that Mercy could feel the leather about to explode when she stopped and held her hand open, ready for one last flex, and looked at the helpless young clerk “If its muscle you want babe, then its muscle you’ll get!”
With one final, all-powerful flex of her hand the leather sleeve literally exploded as if it was made of rubber. Her incredibly muscled arm had destroyed all remnants of the leather sleeve, bits and pieces of it on the ground. Nancy was staring at the most muscular arm in the world; veins crisscrossed her forearms like the lines on a well worn map. Her arm throbbed and pulsed as if liquid steel was being pumped into her muscles, her biceps took on the look of an uncut boulder, and she hadn’t even begun to flex yet. A single, hose like vein that had to be at least 3 inches thick ran from her wrist all the way to her lats, separating her mountainous bicep from her sharply defined tricep. The young clerk was utterly mesmerized by the display of muscularity that this steel she-stud was showing. She stared at the massive monster, wanting nothing more than to feel its strength and power between her legs.
“Go ahead…touch it…feel the power…you know you want to…” Mercy whispered to the enthralled teen. Nancy was literally quivering with anticipation as she slowly reached up and put her hand on Mercy’s bicep. It felt hot to the touch, as if it just came out of the oven, the skin paper thin, made the bicep look like it was ready to explode. Then Mercy clenched her fist and began an excruciating slow flex. A soft moan escaped Nancy’s lips as she felt the monster bicep come alive with power. She ran her right hand all over the hard, defined muscle, desiring nothing more than to run her own rock hard nipples over the monster. Her bicep began its agonizingly slow ascent, rising inch by massive inch, becoming more defined by the second. Nancy’s breathing became shallow and labored as she felt the muscle began to peak under her hand, even at only a 45 degree angle she guessed it was near 30 inches already. This made Nancy’s already swollen clit quiver with anticipation, while her left hand kept itself busy feeling the powerful, pillar like neck muscles that bulged and hardened under her sensual touch. Mercy focused even more strength and power into her flex as the monster bicep continued to take the shape of a chiseled boulder, becoming even more defined than any bicep on the planet. Finally, in full flex, Mercy turned to her young captive and whispered, “Well, you wanted to get some measurements…” she let go of the young clerk so that Nancy could begin to measure her bicep.
Nancy reached for the measuring tape, her hands shaking in anticipation of what was about to happen. She took the tape and wrapped it around the monster and almost orgasmed at the number. “Well, what’s it measure babe?”
“T-t-thirty-Nine…i-i-inches…” she said in excitement. She had never been this close to a real live muscle specimen and here she was living out her deepest fantasy with a muscle bound goddess.
“Thirty-Nine? Gimme a sec…” Mercy responded. She gave two more powerful pumps and flexed again. “Now what does it say?”
“oh…my…god…F-f-forty Two…”, that was it. Nancy’s orgasm hit her like a mack truck and she screamed in ecstasy and started falling backwards. Mercy caught her with her right arm just before she hit the floor and held her easily as she would hold a doll.

AbyssPlanet said...

Wow, that was great stuff! You've definitely got some writing talent. Thanks for sharing it with us!

Mr.Shhh said...

Great stuff, Anon! Quality like that deserves to be posted on the main page for all to see! Please let me know what name it should be credited to. Feel free to email me at mrshhhstories@gmail.com to discuss your writing further.

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