Thursday, July 8, 2010


A little while back, artist Ayanamifan asked me to do a short story featuring a character of his named KIRA. Since he had generously gifted me with an awesome Monstra drawing a few months back, I was happy to oblige (also, I have a soft spot for stories featuring sexy, muscle-bound girls lifting heavy objects.) I've also attached a piece of art he did after I sent the story to him. Enjoy!

Moving Day
(Characters created by Ayanamifan)

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

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Jenna Steele by FX-MAN!

To celebrate the long overdue return of HARDBODY, here's a picture I had commissioned last year by FX-MAN. It goes without saying that I think it kicks ass. What do you think? Post a comment and let us know!

Monday, May 3, 2010

The return of HARDBODY!

I can't believe it's been more than 2 years since I posted the last HARDBODY story (chapter 9 was posted in November 2007)! I've mentioned on a few occasions that this series has always had a very "fly by the seat of my pants" storyline which is the main reason it's been so difficult to write. I feel confident about where it's headed now, so hopefully the wait between future chapters will be considerably less.

HARDBODY - chapter 10

Chapter 10 – Maxed-out

Linus couldn't get Jenna out of his head.  After witnessing the teenaged she-hulk  flex through her clothes in front the entire English class, his school boy crush had officially accelerated into rampant, rapturous lust. 
In his horny, sex-crazed mind, Jenna was a goddess in human form.  It only added to her unbearable appeal that she didn't seem to realize it.  He adored her mousy personality, those cute little glasses and her simmering, steamy mix of brains and brawn.  He marveled at her name - "Jenna Steele".  It was like she was destined to become a bulging high school Hercules. 
No matter how hard he tried, Linus couldn't figure out how cute little Jenna – shy, bookworm Jenna, had managed to build such a freakish physique.  Her brutal, bulldozer dimensions were so completely masculine that he was almost ashamed of his endless supply of  boners.  Almost.    
The school bell rang and Linus shuffled between classes, his head filled with erotic images of Jenna's pumped-up body.  Ignoring his English lecture, he poured his deviant mind onto paper.  He sketched with reckless abandon, tearing through gender boundaries and drawing the grossest, most demented muscle-mutants he could imagine.  They couldn't possibly be women, even with the misplaced pigtails and glasses he gave them – but that was the point.  To his frustration, he still couldn't produce anything that even came close to Jenna. 
Math class was spent picturing Jenna’s beastly dimensions squeezed into the entire Victoria's Secret catalogue.  Just the thought of something so dainty forced over Jenna’s straining bulges was hugely perverse.  He imagined her walking out from the bathroom, a see-thru one-piece strangled to death by her swollen, linebacker shoulders.  Her behemoth chest would utterly destroy the small cups meant for a normal girl’s bosom.  The outfit would be forced to its breaking point across the big, boiling muscle-furnace between her legs exposing every inch of twisting vascularity needed to feed her the monster muscle pussy he'd had a glimpse of.
He went on to imagine her blushed face - equal parts aroused and humiliated, peering at him wantonly.  Her lips were wet, lustful and hungry with desire. 
She'd be a super-freak in bed, the very definition of a horny bodybuilder.  He’d have her dance at a stripper pole while he watched her lean anatomy dance with sinew.  Her movements are awkward and clumsy - the cost of so much bulk, yet the mind-blowing extremity was massively enticing.
The bell suddenly snapped him out of his daze.  It was good timing – a minute more and he might have blown a load in his pants.  He looked at the clock and realized it was three o’clock.  He snatched his bags and shot out the door.


This was the day he been building towards for the last two weeks.  Linus felt a knot in his stomach - it was his old friends panic and dread. 
There was three and a half months left until prom.  He knew that he had to act or risk losing her forever.   The plan was to confess his undying love for Jenna and ask her to the dance.  She'd be so taken by a guy who worshipped her rippling body that she'd drop that deadbeat Ed in a heartbeat.
 Standing at her front door, he reached for the bell.  As his finger approached, it slowed and shook. 
Nope, he couldn't do it.  He was a big fat pussy who couldn't talk to girls.  He hated himself to his pale, doughy core.    
Glanced around, Linus had another idea.  Perhaps what he needed was the proper motivation.
 Hopping over the fence, the nervous high schooler snuck around to the side of the house and found the basement window.  His heart was already racing, not from his brash actions but from the mere thought of seeing Jenna’s delicious biceps flexing into soccer balls of stone.
Even before he knelt down he could hear furious noises coming through the window - grunting, screaming, crying - all of it rattling the window pane.  Every so often, a massive impact like an industrial pile-driver shook the walls to the foundation.     
The glass was fogged-up, frustrating Linus' view.  He tried to wipe away the condensation to no avail.  He could make out Jenna below, her immense back to him working two stacks of weights each as large as a dishwasher.  The foggy glass obscured the finer details, leaving him with shape and motion only. 
Immediately Linus' eyes widened at the sight of Jenna's super-human wingspan.  She was an endless concrete wall of she-meat wider than the machine she was using.  Her lats looked like enormous wings reaching almost to her outstretched forearms.  The massive set of traps piled high on her shoulders covered most of her head making her seem weirdly misshapen.
Linus pressed his face against the window lusting for a better view.  It must have been a trick of the glass - even Jenna wasn't  that wide.  She was as big as a car!
As he watched her work the weights, the endless clanging metal was a seismic event to his eardrums.  Jenna herself was a growling, spitting animal forged by determination.  Every agonizing rep seemed to inject her with outrageous volumes of muscle mass.  Right before his eyes her back thickened-out alarmingly- her shoulders swelled beneath visibly over-taxed skin.
After a five-minute flurry of punishment, Jenna released the weights.  They hit the ground so hard that Linus was knocked off his feet.
He could hear the freaky muscle-teen breathing like an animal.  After a moment, she got up and started hitting poses in front of a mirror.
"Look at me, Mr. Penguin.  I'm pathetic!"  She cried to a couch full of stuffed animals. The contradiction between the cute, cuddly characters and Jenna's utterly ripped man-muscles was almost too much to take. 
"I'm barely growing anymore.  I don't have enough weights to give me a proper workout.  How am I going to fill out that dress Ed gave me by prom?"
Jenna hit a side-chest pose that inflated her entire upper body like a balloon.  Her body effortlessly produced muscles beyond Linus' wildest  imagination.  He gasped out loud, almost giving himself away.  He'd never seen anything so demented in his life.  She looked like another species.  That she thought she could possibly add another millimeter of muscle anywhere on her body was totally mental!
"I'm such a loser!"  Jenna continued.  "I can't even afford to buy supplements, let alone new gym equipment.  What am I going to do?"
Linus turned away from the window for a moment, the gears of his mind starting to turn.  He hated to see Jenna so upset.  What could he do to help?
The peeping Tom's train of thought was quickly interrupted by Jenna's next words.
"I guess I'll hit the shower..." 
Linus' neck turned so fast it almost snapped.
He gawked as Jenna took the bottom of her enormous muscle-shirt and lifted it over her head.  It dropped on the floor beside her in a wet pile.
The testosterone-jacked girly-freak stood topless before him, her every tanned, beefcake inch gleaming and slick.  She looked at the mirror again. 
"Wow, girl.  Your pecs are starting to get big."  She noted, tensing each beefy, tit-less mass.  She bounced them alternatively in a shocking display of man-shamming muscle-control. 
Linus started to drool.  He'd seen some of the bigger male bodybuilders bounce their chests like that but he never imagined a woman could do it, and do it better than any of them.  It was so twisted!
Other than her barn-door back, Jenna's chest was the most gender-bending part of her perverted body.  Her chest muscles simply erupted like a volcano from her over-sized torso and completely dominated her.  Even under the baggiest tops there was no mistaking her for a 'roid-raging muscle-man, except that she was an eighteen year old girl.         
Jenna twisted and turned in different directions, marveling at her unnerving masculinity.  She was absolutely butch to the core, even beast-like.  Tensing her stomach, she willed dozens of ugly, squirming vein-hoses all the way up her abs to her arm pits.  The jagged edges of her carved-from-steel chest crumpled under further flexation, becoming almost impossibly striated.  Claws of beef-jerky sinew dug deep into her flesh.  A blank space as wide as three fingers separated each pec-planet in a screaming monument to her gut-wrenching condition.  
"Ooooohhh....."  Jenna moaned, somehow aroused by the grotesque extremity of her own bursting muscles.  She ran her hands down her wet stomach feeling every jagged ridge and squirmy vein.  It wasn't long before those hands vanished down her baggy workout pants.   
Moving closer to the mirror, Jenna gazed into her own eyes.  She looked at her massively fat lips and licked them lewdly.  A few bites made them even thicker and juicier until they seemed ready to pop.  She started to kiss the mirror, slowly at first, then ever more forcefully until she was flat-out frenching her own reflection like a horny, bodybuilding slut.          
Linus leaned against the window to get a better look, his heart beating like a drum.  He knew from the internet how freaky female bodybuilders could get but Jenna was off the hook!  As he pressed his weight against the glass and the window snapped open.  He yelled and fell into the room.
Jenna pulled back from the mirror - strands of spit dangling from her mouth, and turned around.  She cutely covered her nipples in embarrassment - her tiny hands dwarfed by the sheer immensity of her over-muscled he-chest.
"L-Linus White?!"  She squeaked, her voice so weirdly soft and feminine.  "What are you doing here?!!"
She grabbed a blanket from the couch and threw it over herself.
Linus tried to fight through the burning in his head but he was too slow.
"Were you... spying on me?"  Jenna blurted.  "Oh gross!" 
Now the panic was really hitting.  Linus got to his knees and started pleading.
"No, it isn't what it looks like!"  He rambled, his sentences delirious.  "I came to ask you to the prom and I couldn't find the nerve to ring the doorbell but I heard some noises and came to look and saw you working out and leaned too hard against the window  and -"
Jenna's surprise waned a little as she cherry-picked a single thought out of his rambling madness.
"...You came to ask ME to the prom?"
Linus nodded.  He tried to concentrate on his story but he could still see most of her ultra-cut eight-pack peeking out from the blanket.  It was so tanned and vascular that it didn’t look real. 
"W-why would you want to go with me to the prom?"  Jenna asked shyly - a trait that seemed totally ridiculous from a girl that looked like she could bench-press a jumbo-jet.  "Everyone thinks I'm gross looking."
"Are you kidding?  All those other people are idiots!"  Linus blurted.  "I think you're the hottest thing ever!"
Jenna smiled cutely.  She seemed unconvinced by the notion that someone other than Ed could find her extreme muscularity attractive.
“That’s really sweet, Linus, but someone has already asked me to the --“
Before Jenna could finish, Linus butted-in. 
“—I couldn’t help overhear that you need some money to buy more weight or whatever.  I- err, think I know a way to help you.”
Jenna peered at him in surprise. 
“Sure!  Lots of guys on the internet pay women bodybuilders money to admire their muscles.  They do it over webcam right from their own houses.  You have no idea how many men would kill to see muscles as big as yours!  I could set the whole thing up for you – post a profile, make a PayPal account – I even have a really high-quality webcam at home.”
Jenna adjusted her glasses.  She was clearly intrigued, yet hesitant.
“That sounds really great, but why do you want to help me so badly?”  The titanic muscle-girl asked.
Linus paused.  What was he going to say – that any excuse to stare at her sexed-up mega-muscles was a gift from God?  That he whacked-off to the merest thought of her big, bursting bulges?
“I just feel bad about the way people treat you.”  He lied.  Hey, it was sort of true.
Jenna’s face wrinkled with happiness.  Linus felt his heart skip a beat as she leaned in and hugged him.  It felt like an industrial-sized car-crusher gently eclipsing his comparatively tiny frame.
“Thank-you so much, Linus!  How I can ever repay you?”
Linus tried to hide the instant hard-on that had sprung to life in his pants.
“Oh, don’t worry.  Helping a sweet girl like you is thanks enough.”  He muttered.
“What do you need to get started?”  Jenna asked excitedly.
“Well, like I said – we need to make a profile that advertises how… er, gifted you are.  Do you have any photos of yourself I can scan?”
Jenna walked over to a dresser and dug around.
“I don’t think I have anything recent.  My uncle’s away on business most of the time.  I only see him a couple of times a year.”
The red-hot hard body returned with a few dog-eared pictures.  Linus looked through them anxiously.  They were mostly shots of Jenna in long dresses and heavy wool sweaters.  Amazingly, she was still sporting some serious Olympia-level bulk in all of them – clearly evident through even the baggiest items - but nothing that was going to drive traffic. 
After examining a few more shots, he finally came to a picture of Jenna on the beach that took his breath away.  The smiling teen was wearing a modest one-piece bathing suit that was obscenely deformed on her over-muscled body.  The picture was totally demented - like someone had Photo-shopped Jenna’s adorable, pig-tailed head onto the kind of grotesquely flexing heavyweight muscle-men he’d seen on magazine covers.
“That one’s pretty old.”  Jenna noted with a hint of embarrassment in her voice.  “I was only about 300 pounds back then.”
Linus’ mouth dropped open.
“Do you think it will do?”  She asked.
            “Definitely…!”  Linus answered.

Monday, April 19, 2010

More great ART!

Some really fantastic art has made its way to me over the last few days. First up is a pic of Made-To-Order's supreme muscle girl MONSTRA by artist AYANAMIFAN.

I think this is a fearless and very successful picture. Monstra is an uncompromising mass of muscles and Ayanamifan renders her superbly. Lots of veins, lots of definition and loads of mass! Small details are paid attention to as well, such as her green eyes, short hair and rich, tanned skin. It takes a brave soul to draw veins in a girl's face (writing about it is different than seeing it), but while it detracts from her fundamental beauty, it adds a crazy, erotic intensity. Great stuff!

Check out more wonderful muscle art at:

Next up is a new pic by OZZY.

I'm a big fan of Ozzy's work. He's got a loose, cartoonish style that seems at odds with his intense subject matter, yet somehow he makes it work. In the breasts vs. pecs debate there's no question which side he lands on - SARAH (as the girl above is called) is all naked, sweaty pecs.

Ozzy shares my love of grueling, animalistic workouts and gender-smashing muscle mass. I love the balls-out masculinity of Sarah's physique. My only complaint is the somewhat David Lee Roth looking face and hair. Beyond that, this image is tops!

Check out Ozzy's brand new blog at:

Monday, April 5, 2010

More "Monstra" by TIGERSAN

About halfway through writing Made-to-Order, I approached CG artist extraordinaire TIGERSAN about doing some images of Monstra. These are the pics he delivered, which I believe speak for themselves.

While I definitely wanted her to be huge, I requested that Tigersan keep Monstra from being too "blocky". I felt that excessive mass would take away from the impact of Monstra's overall muscularity. I think he nailed the balance perfectly. She's obviously massive, yet remains athletic and macho.

More "Monstra" by TIGERSAN

Here's a great back shot. Tigersan does fantastic backs. He really sells how heavy and dense Monstra is in the best way possible. I'm reminded of the movie "The Cell" - there's a scene where Jennifer Lopez is stalked and attacked by Kim Chizevsky. That scene always blows me away because of how ridiculously thick Kim seems compared to the waify J.Lo. I'd love to see a shot like this animated so we could see Monstra's feminine walk driving all that mass. The idea that a woman is under there is hugely appealing.