Tuesday, August 9, 2011


challenge 3: cruise control 
            The champions were teleported from Luthor’s stadium to the vast expanse of the Utah salt flats.  They appeared in the sweltering, sun-baked desert a hundred miles from civilization. 
            The three beefcake super girls found a base camp of cameras and monitors waiting for them.  They also found three huge ships resting in the sand – an oil tanker, a cruise ship and an aircraft carrier.  Each ship’s 32-ton anchor was laid out in front of it with a humongous chain leading back to the vessel itself.  The individual links were so large that they weighted over a ton by themselves and were taller than the heroines.  The ships themselves were estimated at 500 tons each and had been gutted and filled with concrete, adding another 400 tons.  The total weight of each ship rounded out at well over 1000 tons a piece.
            As the women gazed up at the towering vessels, dwarfed by their sheer immensity - the next challenge was laid upon them.  Their task was to use the anchor chains to drag each ship to a finish line exactly one mile away.  The first heroine to cross the finish line would score a point.   
            Not a word was uttered as the muscle-bound sexpots took their places.  Both She-Hulk and Fairchild knew that Wonder Woman was playing for keeps now - her strength and focus had been staggering so far.  Another victory and she won the competition.  It was make it or break it time.
            Each woman hoisted their gigantic iron anchor off the ground, itself an feat of brute strength.  Outrageous, vein-stuffed definition screamed across beastly thighs and planetoid calves.  Fairchild tried to hide it but the simple act of lifting the anchor onto her linebacker shoulders was a monumental effort.  She looked over at Wonder Woman, who in spite of being considerably less muscular remained perfectly stone-faced - the anchor held aloft above her erotic body with machine-like precision.  To her left, She-Hulk seemed to get off on the challenge.  She licked her green lips and lightly curled the immense weight, causing heaving worms of wormy veinage to snake across her straining skin. 
            Doubt struck the red-haired heroine like a knife in the gut.  Maybe Luthor's calculations were right - maybe she was out of her league.  All the work she'd done to build her body - the sweating, crying, screaming workouts and still the others noticeably outclassed her      
            Helicopters circled the sky above capturing the amazing scene in high definition.  On the ground, the tension was as stifling as the heat.  Sweat ran down the heroines' muscleman curves.  Vascularity throbbed and snarled, engorging their muscles with liquid testosterone.  The first two events had pumped-up their physiques in an all-out skin-stretching frenzy turning the single-minded girl-stallions into bronzy steroid supermen fitted with ridiculous bolt-on stripper tits. 
            She-Hulk remained the biggest of the three champions - her unrelenting monster-mass substantially increasing with each challenge.  In two short rounds she'd doubled her measurements, grown the endless width of her back and blown past even the biggest, most freakishly ripped Mr. Olympia. 
            Fairchild was nearly as muscle-stuffed, a remarkable feat given her junior status.  Even Wonder Woman, with her incredible tits and steel hard ass was fast taking on the blocky and brutish swagger of a juiced-up, heavyweight he-man. 
            In simple terms, the world had never witnessed heroines as ferociously muscled as Luthor's three champions.  The lone exception was notorious jewel thief the Black Cat - the progenitor of extreme super heroine bodybuilding who only a few years earlier, in a bid to go straight and become a do-gooder herself had begun injecting outrageous quantities of steroids.  In 18 months she transformed herself into an almost unrecognizable mountain of androgynous monster-muscle.  The media proclaimed her the most muscular human being alive after she famously out-flexed the entire Avengers team on the front page of the Daily Bugle.  Since then she'd ignited a public phenomenon, single-handedly dragging the muscle-fetish scene into the mainstream and inspiring the world's most powerful heroines to meet the potential of their own bulging bodies.   
            A single, sharp signal commenced the third challenge.  All three women immediately charged forward, the train-length chains lifting form the sand behind them.  With a booming "snap" the links went taught and the heroines stopped flat.  Shrieking metal cut the air as the thousand-ton ships stubbornly fought their efforts.
            The girls struggled with their anchors like beautiful, busty mules.  Wonder Woman stomped her feet, cracking the ground beneath her and poured on the power.  Her upper body flexed like a prized thoroughbred, outrageous definition erupting through her melon-sized shoulders and overflowing into her tit-covered chest.  She threw her head about, wet hair and sweat flying.  Through pure, indomitable will, the aircraft carrier began to move, grinding against the earth like a giant plough.  It was an impossible sight - an ant pulling a parked car.
            The fury of seeing Wonder Woman advance injected She-Hulk with added strength.  Rage was She-Hulk’s secret weapon and she was ready to let loose with both barrels.  She grit her teeth, veins flaring up her neck and forehead and fought the chain with all of her might.  Muscles surged all over her body – thighs inflating – shoulders and lats mutating wildly.  Slowly, the cruise ship began to move.
Fairchild was still struggling with her oil tanker.  Her shoulders were burning beneath the crushing weight of the anchor.  The huge links of the chain added so much weight that she felt like she was being ground into the dirt.  The sun blasted like a heat ray.  Her face was pouring sweat, her hair soaked, her costume becoming sticky, transparent cling-wrap.   
Two minutes after starting, Fairchild was still at the starting line.  Wonder Woman and She-Hulk were way ahead, busy dragging their torturous burdens one step at a time.  Audiences around the world watched with baited breath, uncertain if Fairchild was capable of even moving the ship let alone dragging it a mile.  She could almost feel their eyes judging her, the shame and humiliation of failing in front of the entire world.  She dropped to one knee.  The anchor was so God damn heavy.  She felt like it was going to snap her in half.   
Fairchild glanced through teary eyes.  She could see the back of the other ships now.  She HAD to do something.  Slowly, images of the Black Cat filled her mind.  She thought back to that famous front page pose down against the Avengers and the unquenchable lust she had felt for Felicia Hardy's impossible steroid physique.  She had spent months jerking off to that picture, lusting over the Cat's 40 inch arms, her chiselled, TV-sized pecs and pumpkin shoulders.  It was the Black Cat's audacious hyper-muscularity that had driven Fairchild into the gym.  Her only desire became to unleash her own potential - every bulging inch of it, whether the world was ready for it or not.
 Letting lose an animal roar, Fairchild flexed with all of her might.  Her costume screamed beneath multiplying industrial man-muscles.  Stitches gave out as Fairchild’s gigantic back swelled, her lats spreading like meaty dragon wings and consuming every bit of space between her two burly arms.  The back of her costume suddenly tore open - wet, bronzy, vein-packed teen beef exploding everywhere. 
The anchor lifted up as Fairchild rose to her feet.  Her face continued to tighten – deep wrinkles twisting her delicate features, focused willpower fuelling her harrowing, Frankenstein transformation.  Teeth clenched, lips pencil thin, Fairchild forced the oil tanker forward.  It groaned loudly, desperate to fight her.  She whined and fought harder – horrible capillaries tearing through her face – her over-taxed features twisted and tortured.  Biceps swelled absurdly, stretched out like deformed basketballs.  Her sleeves suddenly surrendered and blew open.  Her sweaty bronze flesh pulsated with might, a thousand arteries furiously engorged.
The oil tanker began to move, mountains of sand pushed aside as it dragged ahead.  One freakishly huge thigh after another, Fairchild fought her way forward.  Every step was agony, but the pain was rocket fuel.  Tears mixed with sweat, coating her beastly, vein-wrapped neck and bull traps 
Ahead of her, the other women were struggling under the burning sun.  Wonder Woman dropped several times, the anchor flattening her beefy shoulders as the challenge nearly overwhelmed her.  Each time, She-Hulk shrank the gap between them.  The jade giantess was increasingly motivated by Wonder Woman’s weakness – her strength seeming to grow as the Amazon’s wavered.  She-Hulk could feel her blood boiling.  She was swelling at a rapid pace – throbbing blue veins pumping gamma growth hormones straight into her muscles.  Her costume fought to contain her lunatic physique but something was going to give.  Even her own green skin began to shriek as each ground-shaking step inflated her grotesque dimensions further.
Behind them, She-Hulk and Wonder Woman heard a noise.  Glancing back, they were shocked to see Caitlin Fairchild stomping towards them like a big-titted bulldozer.  She was moving at a near jog, her tiny red face nearly consumed by an indescribable orgy of nightmarish muscles.  Within seconds, Fairchild passed them both, showing absolutely no sign of slowing down.  
Wonder Woman's warrior spirit ignited with fury.  She would not be beaten by some chesty teenaged bodybuilder.  The Amazon tightened her grip on the huge iron anchor and flared her furiously clenched teeth.  She released a bloodcurdling roar that rattled the choppers pilots tracking the scene above her.  Wonder Woman's incredible physique responded like it was injected with growth serum - thighs swelling severely, shoulders mutating.  Her back strained and spasmed as the cobra hood flare of her lats reached out - a heaving, meaty muscle claw shaking with power.  Striations cut through her shoulder blades, tore across her chest and almost cut her tits off.  Her massive melons were pushed so far astray off her ballooning pecs that her bustier was the only thing from keeping them out of her armpits.   
Somehow she managed to match Fairchild's rabid pace.  Like a grunting, raging princess of power, Wonder Woman charged after the redhead, the dead weight of her thousand ton aircraft carrier grinding the Earth behind her.
Now in third, She-Hulk's fury bubbled over.  The world watched with confusion as she stopped suddenly and dropped her anchor in the sand.  The notion that she had thrown in the towel was quickly dashed as she ran back to the rear of her ship and took up a new position directly behind it.  She placed her hands at the base of the ten storey hull and planted her feet in the sand.  Jaws dropped at the sight of her calves - each a full-sized watermelon.  Her thighs were tendon-shredded washing machines. 
Tossing her sticky hair back, She-Hulk screamed to the heavens and pressed with her full might, splitting her forehead with fat, gnarly veinage.  Ship metal moaned as the gargantuan cruise ship moved forward, at first by mere inches. 
From the rear, the gorgeous green beefcake was simply an unrecognizable mass of meat-packed lat-beef.  Her all consuming back devoured everything between her head and shoulders, growing by inches every second that her effort called for it.
With agonizing will, She-Hulk picked up speed – her footsteps shaking the ground and soaking the sand with buckets of sweat.  Her costume was stretched so tightly across her gorilla dimensions that her razor blade thong threatened to cut her in half.  It had already vanished deep into her ass crack leaving her sickeningly striated beef-ball glutes flexing nakedly.
It was down to the wire with all three heroines closing in on the finish line.  After what seemed like an eternity, the goal was in sight.  Erotic cries could be heard for miles echoing across the burning landscape.  Their resolve was incredible.  They would die before they’d give up.
Wonder Woman had managed to close the gap with Fairchild but the Amazon was starting to slow down, her boundless endurance rapidly burning out.  Still she fought, her face twisted and purple - her horrifically straining vacsularity pumping battery acid. 
With half of her costume split open by her preposterous muscle expansion, Fairchild looked every bit the champion.  She would not stop – managing to maintain her impossible pace in spite of her overwhelming exhaustion.
It looked as if Fairchild would take it with the finish line less than 50 feet away when suddenly, She-Hulk turned the tables.  Moving at a full-speed run, the green-skinned muscle-freak was a runaway freight train determined to overtake the others.  She-Hulk herself was but a tiny spec in a cloud of swirling sand kicked up behind the tanker - a nightmarishly muscled she-man singlehandedly moving one of the largest man-made objects in the world. 
Fairchild knew she had to pour it on, max out and push herself to the breaking point.  Somehow, the disgustingly super-muscled he-teen flexed even harder, screaming like a banshee and pouring every single ounce of her dick-withering super-strength into her effort.  Her gigantic, medicine ball shoulders went nuclear, blowing her tattered costume to shreds.  Her giant tits bounced around like hyperactive balloons, their heavy, naked masses slapping her chin and belly button.   She didn’t care that she was now a sopping wet, topless muscle freak – she HAD to win.
A laser marker was triggered as one of the ships crossed the finish line a hair ahead of the others.  It took over 200 feet for the three heroines to slow down, their ships’ hulls red hot from the friction. 
The women collapsed to the sand, violently dry heaving, sobbing in agony.  Fairchild gazed at the heavens while her every muscle involuntarily twitched.   Through ringing ears she heard an announcement broadcast across nearby loudspeakers.
“The winner of the third challenge – Caitlin Fairchild!”
          She managed a tiny smile.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

MONSTROUS MUSCLE - a Made to Order side story

Jeremy Wilson is a name that needs no introduction, nor does this awesome story of Monstra meeting her match - written by the man himself!

a Made to Order side story  

By Jeremy Wilson  shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com

What happens when Monstra more than meets her match?

*Author’s Note: This story is based on another story by Mr. Shhh by the name of Made to Order, in that story a man used a computer program on a dating site to create his ideal female companion, who turned up a couple days later to be even bigger than his specifications. But what happened if there was a much bigger, much stronger, much older woman out there than that? Monstra blew Brian away with her incredible size and definition, what will happen when he and Monstra meet someone who blows Monstra out of the water? This story is inspired by Mr. Shhh, but it is also a request of sorts by a member of Brawna and Deviant art by the name of Neoverseomega, thanks for your praise and inspiration, hope you like this story. Like most of my stories, this story may not be for everyone, so if you don‘t like incredibly enormous, striated, veiny muscle on mature muscle, well, this story is probably not going to be for you, but for those of you inclined, I hope you enjoy.*


Brian awoke from the sounds of huge bangs and thumps that actually shook his house. Living in New York, he knew that it couldn't have been an earthquake, but he also knew it couldn't be the other thing that was capable of making that sound, that was capable of making his house shake. He knew that Monstra was all the way over in California, and was supposed to stay there until next week.


Whatever was making those sounds, whatever was shaking the house was getting nearer. It was unlike anything he's ever felt before, even when Monstra was around the house, it shook much, much less than what was happening now. He had been in California when it was hit with a small earthquake, and this is almost what it felt like, he was banged around in his bed like he was being shook in a snow globe.

Just then, the booming stopped, and the doorbell rang. Brian looked at the clock, it was 7:50 am, he usually woke up at 8:30am, but the shaking and booming had definitely got him all the way up. He rushed down the stairs in his robe, which covered his T-shirt and boxer shorts. He almost stopped when he heard the knock that struck, and noticeably shook the door, he knew it must have been Monstra, no one else he knew could treat the big, solid oak door like it was made of balsa wood. But what was she doing back already? And why was she knocking, they were living together and she had a key.

So Brian walked to the door, gingerly, and opened it, but it wasn't Monstra that stood there in front of him. It was a woman, an African-American woman, but one that completely blew Monstra out of the water! But that wasn't the first thing he noticed. He had to look up and up, to see trapezius muscles that towered 2 feet above his own head! But the eyes that Brian could just barely see behind pecs that spread out so far that he couldn't see the end of them beyond his 4 and a half foot wide door frame, well, those eyes were 6 inches below his own eye level, making this muscle monster 5'8 tall, her traps towered 2'6 above her own head! Brian couldn't stop staring at her pectoral shelf, not only was it wider than the hugely wide doorframe, which he got for Monstra, who could barely fit in it herself, but they were so deep that he knew he could stick his arm in there up to the elbow, with his fingers fully extended and still not hit breastbone. And there were no breasts, Brian could tell, each and every inch of those mammary mountains was complete, one hundred percent, shredded, vascular muscle.

The spell over Brian was broken when this muscle monstrosity cleared her throat. Brian shook his head clear and asked in an anxious voice. "Um, may I - may I help you ma'am?"

"Are you Brian Henderson, sir?"

Brian Nodded. He marveled as the words passed her lips, he knew from experience with Monstra that you shouldn't expect a voice to go with the body, but what came out of this humungous woman's mouth, even if she said 5 words, was so incredible to contemplate. He almost expected her to sound like James Earl Jones or Michael Clarke Duncan, and not because she was black, but she looked roided out beyond all human comprehension. What he heard though, was pure melodic euphoria, it was a husky, though smooth and velvety, if Brian could compare it to anyone living or dead, real or imagined, maybe Jessica Rabbit, low, but definitely feminine, complete audio intercourse.  

"The same Brian Henderson who went on to Made to Order Muscle.com about 5 months ago and maxed out every specification in order to find your perfect muscle match?"

"Y..yes, that was me, but I already got a response from that website, someone who was beyond the max, her name is Monstra."

"Well, as you can see already, I am well past the max as well, I thought that I would pump myself up to an even higher degree for a couple extra months, lifting 16 hours a day with weights so heavy that even 5 of the World's strongest men put together couldn't lift it off the floor for more than 10 seconds. And that's just my warm-up weight. My name is Gargantua, and I'm your fantasy times 10. Now where is this Monstra, I want to see what flimsy little soft girlie you settled for before I showed up."   

"She's away, in California, she isn't supposed to be back until the middle of next week. To tell you the truth, I can tell you that you're much taller than her, she's only 5'1, so you got her in height, and I don't doubt you have her in weight and size. But when I was making my application out on the site, I did put down that the girl was supposed to be white, not that I have anything against black women at all, in fact I did waver back and forth between clicking the link for black for a while, I can tell you that I'm attracted to black women, for sure. But how old are you, if you don't mind me asking, Gargantua, I'd put you at 35, maybe 40?"

"You know a man should never ask a woman her age, especially a woman who can turn you to mush, but since you asked nicely, I'll tell you. Last year I celebrated my 51st Birthday."

"Well, if you saw my profile, you know I selected the 22-30 option. But hey, you know, I like older female bodybuilders, some of my favorites in fact, are around your age, Annie Riveccio, Colette Guimond, Trudy Ireland, so to tell you the truth, the fact that you are well over my decided option, the fact that you're 51 in no way turns me off."

"Well, that's good, so we're already agreed that you are attracted to older black women, and I know that enormously huge, ripped muscles turn you on, so how about we get to know each other better, sweetie?"

"Um, uh, Gargantua, I already have a relationship with Monstra, I have been dating her for 3 months now, while you are exactly the kind of woman I would fall for if I wasn't already dating someone exactly like that..."

"You think I'm exactly like Monstra? Are you saying you think that puny little girl can compete with a real woman like me? If she was here right now, I'd show her a thing or two about size and power. You think this is as big as I can get? You think this is as ripped as I can get? Do you think that that bimbo is the personification of big? Well, boy, you gonna get an education into the personification of enormous. I suggest you invite me into your house now, or I'm going to have to invite myself in, and that would be much more fun for me, but not as much fun for you."

To emphasize her point, Gargantua took a grip of brick near the door frame with her forefinger and thumb and without any sign of effort on her face, crushed it to dust. Brian quickly stepped back and invited her in. She took some time to get in, though, it was like watching an 8 foot giant get into a little car, she had to bend down to get her traps under the door frame, then turn sideways diagonally to get into the door, even then, her torso was so frickin' thick that there was barely a millimeter of space not taken up by her enormous frame! But she made it in, just barely, and Brian discovered that she seemed to take up a lot of space, her shoulders, which he couldn't even see behind her enormous pecs, were even wider than her pecs! They had to be wider than she herself was tall, that kind of thing is incredible to contemplate, not even Monstra could boast that! Brian put her at 6 foot by 4 and a half feet at 5'10 tall. Considering the room was 15 by 15, and a normal human being took up about 12.5 percent of that, this woman by herself took up nearly 45 percent of this room's space! Her traps, towering overhead at over 8 feet tall were very close to the 10 foot tall ceiling, and I had a feeling that had she chose to flex them, that space of less than 2 feet would be as extinct as the dinosaurs.

Brian was standing 10 feet away from her, and now that he was away from her beach ball sized pectorals, he could see her abs, which at rest looked to be a 10 pack of softball sized blocks, with feathered striations and veins running all over them. Not to mention her intercostals, which were ripped to a degree that even Monstra couldn't match, and he'd been there on Monstra's abs day, he saw her fresh from pounding her abs with brutal exercise after brutal exercise, they still didn't come close to Gargantua's "relaxed" abdominal wall! God knows what it would be like if she was flexing!   

She knew what Brian was looking at and smirked. "I see you like my abs, well jus' wait, baby, you gonna see them a whole lot, after I defeat your little itty bitty muscle girl Monstra. But until she gets here, I'm gonna keep my body to myself. But to pass the time, how about you tell me a little bit about her, and I'll tell you all about me."

Before Brian even got to start the phone rang, Brian got up and got it.

"Really, that's great, I mean that you're coming home tomorrow, I'm sorry your client fell through, but I can't wait to see you. Oh, and honey, there's a surprise that I bet you're gonna be blown away by, I can't tell you what, but you'll see for yourself when you get home. No not even a little clue, but believe me, it'll be worth the wait. Okay, love you too, bye."

Gargantua raised an eyebrow. "Was that Monstra?"

"Yeah, that was her, she said that what she went out there for got cancelled, so she'll be coming home tomorrow, I guess you'll be able to meet her much earlier than you were expecting."

"Really? How do you know that? I know you said that she was supposed to be gone, what another 5 days? Well, sometimes things happen that you don't want to wait for, I know what Monstra was doing, and I knew who she was set up to meet, so I decided to pay him a visit myself, and showed him that he didn't need a skinny little cow like Monstra, when he could have a grade A Angus bull like myself. Of course he cancelled all of his appointments after the day I gave him, he came so much from masturbating to me that he won't be able to produce sperm again for 2 weeks! So little Monstra went out there for nothing, and while she's away, I'd thought that I'd introduce myself to you, and ruin you for any other woman just like I did him."

"Why? Why would you do something like that?" He asked fearful of her intentions.

"Because I like to dominate, not mentally, but physically, I like to see people who think they're such big deals realize the truth, that no matter how big or powerful they are, there's always someone bigger and stronger out there. When Monstra made her big news out there on that bodybuilding stage, blowing away all the men, I saw that in the news, on TV, how she dominated that stage with her size. But she doesn't hold a candle to me. As big as she was there at the contest? I was that big when I was 31 years old, and I've been pushing myself harder since that time, to become what you see before you. Well, actually, what you see before you is not even close to as big, as ripped, as chiseled as I can get when I'm fully pumped. But you get the point. When Monstra became the fantasies of so many guys with her performance, her body, I knew it was time to reveal myself to the public, but not all at once. No, I decided to visit men that have had sessions with Monstra, men who have professed their undying lust and loyalty to her. That guy in California wasn't the first, nope, but you, I plan on making the last. Because you have fallen in love with Monstra and she has fallen in love with you back, so taking you from her, and her from you, that would be my ultimate act of domination!"

"You're a horrible person, I can't stand for this, I want you to get out of my house right now!"

Gargantua smirks in response, "Oh, do you really mean that, boy? You're not curious to see my fully flexed physique? You don't want to know how strong I am, how much bigger and stronger than your little girlfriend I happen to be?"

Brian takes a deep breath. He knew she was right, he had been wanting to see her body in all it's glory, he wanted to see the comparison between Monstra and Gargantua, there was no denying it in his mind that he couldn't send Gargantua from out that door without seeing her flex her insanely huge muscles just once.

"Okay, I don't mean that, but I don't like your attitude. It is meant to be for Monstra and me, she is everything I ever wanted in a woman. It's not just her body, because to tell you the truth, even I can see, without you even flexing, you're bigger than her, you're better than her, but it's her personality, she's loving, caring, she has a kind heart, and her determination is just about second to none. In the 5 months I've known her, I feel she's helped me become a better man, I want her to be my wife. Even if you destroy her body, even if you get 3 times as big as her, and can lift this house off it's foundation, I won't leave her for you. But I can tell you that it will be intriguing to see what you will look like in your fully flexed state, exciting even, to see your body in comparison to Monstra, but I can't see myself leaving her for you, ever. If that's your plan, then I can tell you right now, you're going to fail."

"We shall see, little man, we shall see. You may not like my attitude now, but when you see what I have in store for you, and for your dear Monstra, you may change your mind." Gargantua raised her hand and told Brian to kiss it. Brian was struggling, a command from Gargantua carried a lot of weight, and his loyalty to Monstra was seemingly on the line, he resisted with all the force he could muster, but something in her eyes drained him of whatever will he had left and he marched himself forward and reluctantly leaned down to kiss her hand. Gargantua burst into an evil laugh as she made another unwilling subject do her bidding.

"Next comes your little girlfriend."

The laughing echoed around the room, accompanied by agonized sobs coming from Brian. He tried, only Monstra could save him now.


Gargantua's story

When Martha Jackson Lee was born, the doctor's found out that she had no myostatin receptors, meaning that there was no turn off switch when it came to how much muscle and strength she could achieve. This made her naturally athletic, and any exertion that she put her body through, from a very young age, made her muscles grow and made her stronger. By the time she was 12 years old, she was 5 feet tall, but weighed an amazing 160 pounds, and she hadn't even lifted a weight in her life. She was just your typical tomboy, who played sports against boys, and never ever lost. Her biceps were 18 inches already, and she found that boys, and even some men consistently wanted to arm wrestle her. Even men as big as 6'4 and 300 pounds couldn't put her arm down to the mat. She amazed with her muscle and strength. At 18, she reached her current height of 5'10 and weighed in at 250 pounds of muscle, her arms were 23 and her chest stood out 5 inches in front of her rib cage, her chest measured 58 inches around... and she still hadn't taken up weightlifting.

Her nickname, the name to which she now answers only, came about when she was 26. It was then that she finally decided to join a gym, she weighed 400 pounds and was bigger than any male bodybuilder at the gym. A male trainer approached her and asked how she got her muscles, saying that they surpassed huge and bordered on gargantuan, this made her smile widely. She said she just piled on muscle naturally. He asked if she took any drugs, she shook her head, saying absolutely not, this muscle is 100% natural. She flexed her biceps, which were now 28 inches around, she said that she was interested in pumping those monsters up bigger than anyone in the World has ever seen. Not realizing that currently, her's were beyond a shadow of a doubt, the biggest in the World. But the trainer didn't tell her that, he was mesmerized by her and decided to take her under his wing and try to get her as big as possible. He even decided to see how her body reacted to steroids, and it so happened that as big as her body grew naturally, when it was exposed to steroids, it grew bigger faster.

After 5 years of intense, steroid filled workouts, Gargantua was now 680 pounds, her biceps were 40 inches around, and her chest was over 100 inches around. She couldn't find any decent weights in the weight room, so she went outside, and decided to start lifting cars and trucks to get a pump. This only went so far, at 36, she could lift a full sized bus above her head with barely any effort. At the time she was 800 pounds and could barely find clothes enough to fit her, but that is nothing compared to how big and strong she became over the 15 years since then.

Currently, the only thing that she can wear is black colored masking tape over her nipples since no top could ever be made to fit even her relaxed super muscled torso. She often wears a robe, made out of a full sized extra double wide camping tent that just barely covers her whole body, during the rare times she goes out in public. For her bottoms, she wears a black thong, one with enough material to be a bedspread on a queen sized bed, but because of her enormous gluteal muscles, it just barely covers her. Because of her immense lat and arm muscles, she can't bend down to do it herself, so she has one of her many slaves do it for her. Her weight is 1345 pounds of incredible dense muscle, and we'll go through her measurements when Monstra joins the party in a little while.


Monstra unlocked the front door with her key and entered.

"Honey, I'm home! God that sounds so cheesy." she said under her breath.

"I'm in the kitchen, babe. Welcome home, I'm sorry again about you having to come home so early."

"Don't worry about it, baby, so where's this big surprise you have for me?"

"It's in the basement, darling, just waiting for you to try it out."

"What is it? A new weight machine, a new stack of plates, is it that extra strength stair climber that you promised me a while back? I need to get my legs a little bit more ripped and that would help out a great deal."

"Oh, I'm not gonna say yet, I'll just say that it's big, well huge really, and it'll definitely exercise you until you're in agony. Shall we go down?"  

"Wait, let me get my workout clothes on, then I'll meet you down there."

"S..sure no problem, see you down there babe."

5 minutes later, Monstra chugged down the stairs, which were reinforced concrete, luckily for both her and Gargantua, had they been anything but, there's no way in hell any stairs could've held up to that kind of weight coming down on it. When Monstra stepped into the middle of the room facing the mirrors of her makeshift gym, it was then that she noticed a huge object moving, coming out of the shadows, she turned around and fell back in shock at the vision of Gargantua.

"Surprise, little Monstra, my name is Gargantua, and I have come here to challenge you to a muscle off. As you can see, in my current condition, I already outstrip you, but I hear that you have a determination and will to grow that can't be matched, well, you're going to need it if you're going to keep up with me."

"Gargantua is it? I can see that you're impressive, you're the surprise that Brian was referring to? Where is Brian, what have you done with him?"

"Brian is completely fine, but he's under my control, see, Monstra, I get what I want, I have what some might call a magnetic personality, and Brian wants to please me, because if he doesn't, who knows what could happen?" With that, Gargantua punched the concrete wall that she was standing next to, a 4 foot thick wall that was part of the foundation of the house, the punch shook the house so severely that Monstra had trouble keeping her footing, and nearly 2 feet of the brick that held the house up was completely annihilated by the punch. Monstra knew that concrete was reinforced, made up of some of the hardest material created, a grenade could barely dent it, it would take 10 pounds of dynamite to make a mark the size that Gargantua just did. Monstra was taken aback by the power that Gargantua just effortlessly demonstrated, but she knew she had to hold her ground, she loved Brian and wouldn't let this monster have him if she had anything to do with it.

"Gargantua, I accept your contest, you make the rules, if I win, you leave me and Brian alone and go back to whatever hole you crawled out of."

"And if I win?"

"You get me, and Brian, we'll both be your slaves, for as long as you want us, or until we can win our freedom."

"And how would you go about winning your freedom, little one?"

'Little one' thought Monstra, this woman must be insane...then again she did have lots of pounds and inches on Monstra.

"Well, I think that would be obvious, we wrestle each other, if you win, we continue to be your slaves, if I win, me and Brian are free from your clutches and you..."

"Slink back into the hole I crawled out of, yes obviously."

"Exactly, so how do we do this muscle off?"

"Well, it's like a bodybuilding contest, we pump up a little so we get our muscles primed and to their biggest, and then we do 5 poses, whoever's bigger and more symmetrical wins. And we will take my size advantage out of it, I'm 9 inches taller and I probably weigh at least 500 pounds more than you, so I'll leave it up to Brian to decide if you're proportionally as big as me or not."

"But if Brian is under your power he will not be objective at all, he will pick you in every category."

"Alright, Brian, come here."

Brian does without thinking. "When I snap my fingers, you will be yourself again, you will be objective when judging this contest, and if you think that Monstra is proportionally bigger and more symmetric, then you have my permission to pick her in that category." Gargantua snapped her fingers, and Brian seemed to come out of a daze.

"Monstra, I'm so sorry, there was nothing I could do. She's so powerful, not only physically, but mentally."

"Shhh, it's alright, honey. I'm going to get us out of this, one way or another. Just do the best you can judging us, alright?"

"Oh man, I don't know if I can handle this, I mean both of you together, I don't know if I could control myself."

Gargantua giggled, then took a bottle out of a pocket in her robe.

"That's why I brought this along, it's full of salt-peter pills, you take these and you mind will be in full control, because your hormones will be suppressed fully. You can judge without having to lose yourself to your libido, by the time the contest is over, you will be able to react to all the awesome muscle that you will have seen. And the winner, whoever it is, (saying 'as if there's any doubt it will be me' under her breath,) will give you a present you will never forget."

Brian takes a pill and immediately it began working, as his erection quickly became flaccid and he took a seat. "Okay, ladies, I'm ready, please take your places."


The Posedown (where the story really begins!)

The basement was a huge room, it took up the whole house and then some, it's dimensions were 50 feet x 35 feet, but because of the level of huge women that took up a lot of the space, you'd think it was a rickety little thing. It's ceilings were 20 feet high, mostly because of the immense weight machines that filled half of it.  

Brian cleared his throat, "Okay, here's the rules ladies, I will be marking you for size, definition, proportionality, symmetry, and performance, you will do 5 different poses, use your own style in performing those poses, but try to keep within the bounds of the pose, no free-styling, you will be judged on that. Okay, starting on the song. First pose, side chest."

Had Brian not taken the salt-peter, I'm not sure that he could've held back, because the display of immense female muscle that greeted his eyes would've drained him in one go. Gargantua's size advantage was pronounced, as her beach ball sized pectorals grew to near double their relaxed size, but it was the definition that really blew Brian's circuits, but Monstra didn't have to take a backseat to her, even though she weighed 550 pounds less than Gargantua, her pecs may not have been as big, but the striations, the veins, the separation between one pec from the other was at least 14 inches deep. Not that Gargantua's 20 inch deep pectorals didn't set her apart, but the fact that the size difference was as big as it was, the fact that Monstra was only giving away six inches was incredible! The thing that put Monstra in the lead was her symmetry, Gargantua was upper body heavy, and while her legs were tremendous for anyone, her upper body overpowered her lower body, while Monstra's lower body was just as proportionally big and defined as her upper body, which is to say extremely defined. First pose Monstra 15, Gargantua 19. Lower score wins.

"Second Pose, front abdominal pose."

Obviously, this was the pose that Brian was looking forward to the most, since he was denied seeing Gargantua’s abs in all their glory the last night. He knew that even looking at her relaxed abs, that was nowhere near to what they would look like when she actually flexed them, and he was absolutely right! While Monstra was straining to get every single bit of definition and veins to appear on her shredded abs, Gargantua actually smiled, as she knew she had this one in the bag, she took a deep breath and crunched down, and anyone who enjoys abs at that point would have exploded in their pants, Brian was lucky that he had that salt-peter in his system, because he would've cum so hard that he'd be unconscious, but with the biggest smile of euphoria on his face. Gargantua's mid-section made brick walls look puny in comparison, she not only looked bullet-proof, she looked missile and grenade proof as well. If Brian decided to count every single different piece of muscle that existed in Gargantua's torso, it'd take him hours, perhaps days. It was with a slightly heavy heart that Brian had to give this round to Gargantua 12 to Monstra's 16. It was tied 31 to 31, one pose won a piece.

"Third Pose, Back double biceps."

Brian had not yet seen the full expanse of Gargantua's back, and he knew that was one of Monstra's strong points, her back was wider than she was tall, she often liked to tease him by not being able to get in the house with her back spread to it's utmost. Gargantua's back, to say the least, was awesome to witness expand in front of Brian's eyes though, he couldn't believe how wide it was, first she did a back lat spread to show it's width, which was well over her own height, I would venture to guess that her bat-like lat wings spread to just about 7 feet! Had he not been objective, he would have given her the points right then and there, but he had to judge the pose, which was a double biceps pose, not a lat spread. Still, her back was even better than Monstra's, but he wasn't only looking at the back, he was looking at every single muscle he could see and also the symmetry and poise. Gargantua's upper body once again took away from her lower body, while Monstra kept her lower body in perfect symmetry with her upper body. Her glutes were awesomely ripped, which Gargantua couldn't say, sure, her's were striated, but Monstra's striations were deeper and more numerous. At the same time, Gargantua's weaker legs just didn't have the definition or relative size that Monstra's stronger legs had. But Brian kept the vote close, Monstra 13, Gargantua 15. Monstra had the two to one lead, which lead to the 4th pose, one of Brian's favorites, the Double Biceps pose.

"Okay ladies, show me the front double biceps now."

Both huge women turned around, readied themselves and then both hit  their absolute best double biceps pose. Brian again was blown away by the sheer mass and definition that both women had attained. But once again Gargantua's clear size advantage couldn't stop his wandering eye from just devouring her physique. In that pose, he couldn't deny that she was not only far bigger in the biceps area, but she had definition so ingrained in her torso that even her armpits had striations and veins running in them. Monstra, well, against anyone else in the World, man or woman, she would've won hands down, but Gargantua's size, definition, and pure magnetism in that position overcame any deficiencies that her lower body brought around again. Brian was once again sad to find that he couldn't vote against Gargantua, he gave her 14 and Monstra 18. The total score was 60 to 61, with Gargantua claiming the smaller score.

One last pose would decide the contest, a pose that Brian would normally cream over when Monstra did it in front of him, not just because of the size and definition that she showed when doing it, it was in that pose, where Monstra showed her determination, her baser animal instincts, she roared in superiority when she did this pose, Brian's personal favorite, the Most Muscular Pose.

"One last post ladies, this is for the contest, I will reveal that you are tied, 2 poses a piece, so whoever wins this pose will win the contest, I can also tell you that the salt-peter is starting to wear off, so if you're able to make me cum during this pose, that's about as good as a win in and of itself, and I will award it to you, so good luck." He said this in particular to Monstra, who knew of his love of this pose and how many times it got him off in the past.  

Well, my dear reader, as you can guess, Brian was treated to one of the most devastating displays of ripped, huge, awesomely defined, veintastical, mind blowing, cum blasting, sense rending muscle that you could ever imagine in your life. Gargantua took the early lead in the contest, which lingered on more than any of the other poses, just because Brian took time to savor each and every mesmerizing second of it. Well, Gargantua, she blasted the pose hard right from the beginning, her already enormous traps were towering even farther over her head than usual, at least 3 and a half feet over her head, the shoulders they were attached to looked twice as big as a pair of 16 pound bowling balls. Her immense pecs looked so huge and ripped that he knew know that he could stick his entire arm up to the shoulder into the cleft between them! But he knew Monstra was not going to lose this contest, so when he was done eating Gargantua up with his eyes, he turned to his amour, and he was nearly blown back at the sight of her!

Monstra was in her element here. In this pose, she let herself draw into every single muscle in her body, with her intense determination to grow bigger for her man, she allowed herself to expend every single amount of energy into the pose, so she could grow more muscular and more defined, and it damn sure showed! Monstra's own trap muscles were beyond anything Brian had ever seen from her, they towered over her head at nearly 2 feet! Considering the fact that Gargantua could put more muscle on her frame because of her 9 inch height advantage, even the most ardent fans of size had to agree that nearly blew Gargantua out of the water! Her shoulders not only looked harder that Gargantua's, they looked proportionally larger, and Brian didn't think that could be done! Her pecs were incredible from this position, while they may not have been as deep as Gargantua's, Brian definitely could lose a lot of fairly large objects in the enormous cleft that she had. Not only that, the intense striations she had in each of her pectoral mountains just showed incredibly deep themselves, much more of a match for Gargantua. Brian saw her face and it was what finally set him off, because he saw so much determination that the pose was actually hurting her, but she held it and squeezed so much effort into it that large veins were showing from her neck up to her forehead and across her face. He blew his wad with such intensity that his body shook, he nearly passed out from it. After a couple of seconds to catch his breath, he made the pronouncement of the winner.

"That's it, the contest is over, Monstra, you are the champion of my heart and my soul, Gargantua, you were huge and ripped beyond belief, but Monstra just couldn't be beaten today."

Gargantua went crazy with rage from Brian's pronouncement. She rushed up to Brian and shoved the table out of the way.

"Oh hell no! I'm the bigger, I'm the stronger, ain't no way that little cow is better than me."

Gargantua took a grip on his shirt and drew her huge right fist back. But the punch never came.

"Take your hands off him, you big ass bitch!" Monstra said as she caught Gargantua's arm and turned her around. "You may be bigger than me, but if you threaten the man I love, then I'm going to beat you to a bloody pulp. You're gonna....oof!"

She got caught off guard with a punch to the stomach, but the blow did little more than stun her, it didn't quite hurt. Monstra was high on adrenaline, and when the shock wore off, she herself threw a hard right into Gargantua's plate of muscle abs. Those abs had at time been run into with cars and trucks, they had in fact deflected rubber bullets, but Monstra's power was off the charts because of the adrenaline, and her fist exploded with so much power into Gargantua's immovable abs, that Gargantua fell to her knees and retched on the floor.

"Ugh, noooo, that's impossible, my abs are bullet proof, no one has been able to hurt them since I was a teenager. How?"

"Ever see the Monkees? Well, let me paraphrase a line from one of their shows, a woman in love has the strength of thousands, or in this case, maybe hundreds of thousands. Now, you can leave this house out of your own free will, or I'll remove you, and that'll be a lot more painful for you."

Monstra took a grip on Gargantua's wrist and yanked it behind her back in a hammer lock, she drove Gargantua up the stairs of the basement and out the front door of the house. Then she tossed her on her knees in the front drive way and stood above her, in a supergirl type pose.

"Well, what's it going to be?" Monstra said, with pure power behind her threatening pose.

"Okay, I'll leave, you won this round, bitch. But this won't be the last you see of me, I'll be back. This won't happen again, be sure of it!"

"Yeah, well, we won't be sitting still here either, you big goof, if you come back, I'll be ready."

The End... for now

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


challenge 2: the thighmaster

            As the super girls were guided to the next area, their luscious physiques exhibited a noticeable pump.  Only one challenge in, their muscles were substantially larger and more defined.  Their already vascular bodies were far veinier than before, with wormy wads snaking across their masculine arms and pressing through their costumes.    
            The women arrived before what looked like three oversized wrecking balls – huge iron spheres each two stories tall.  The heroines were informed that the humongous objects were forged from molecularly-reinforced lead and weighted approximately 50 tons each, a mighty challenge for any super heroine to press.  But the girls weren't tasked with lifting the balls but rather crushing the massive spheres between their powerful thighs.  The fastest to shatter the core of their spheres, registered by a network of nanite sensors deep in the superstructure, would get a point. 
            Fairchild was hesitant to begin, embarrassed by the notion of spreading her legs before the eyes of the world.  Why the hell did her costume have to be a slutty dental-floss thong?  Wonder Woman had no such hesitations and lay down on her back, legs wide open in a perverted spread eagle.  A hush fell over the crowd, perhaps the entire planet as every eyeball and camera lens focused on the heart-stopping slip of micro-underwear stretched taunt across her juicy sex.  The tiny width of bikini bottom material left her swollen pussy lips bulging out on either side.  Even more shocking were the muscles packed between her legs - as hard and numerous as any other part of her body.   
            The other heroines joined her in position and opened their legs wide, their hot pussies offered up to the world.  It was an astonishing sight, the fantasy of every super villain who ever dreamt of capturing a beautiful heroine and having his way with her.
            As Fairchild wrapped her legs around her sphere, her slutty thong dug deep into her vagina.  She could feel it splitting her open, forcing her fat, wet lips apart.  The audience couldn't believe it - she really was 100% pure muscle everywhere.  Even the folds of her vagina were visibly striated, rippling with her movements.  What the hell kind of training was she doing - crushing iron dildos for reps?  Veins from all over her legs converged in the steroid orgy that was her perfectly shaved snatch. 
            She-Hulk's crotch was just as muscular and even more vascular.  Her sexual organs were a furious mishmash veiny sex-beef capable of crushing concrete.  The lips of her vagina looked like flexing biceps.      
            The women each gripped a set of steel hand-holds bolted to the floor.  Definition flared across their huge thighs as they prepared themselves.  Their faces were concentrated and focused. 
            The signal was given and it began.  Grunts escaped their lips as they squeezed with all of their might, the 3 iron spheres groaning loudly.  At first little happened.  The spheres were even tougher than they looked.  Clearly Luthor had built them to last.        
Wonder Woman flared her teeth, her generous lips rolling back and her golden brow wrinkling.  Ugly veins popped from her forehead as she ramped up the effort.  Her iron sphere snapped, crackled and popped like a 50-ton bowl of Rice Krispies - the effort inflating the Amazon's straining physique like a big-titted balloon.  Her thighs quickly doubled in size, the craggy, pulsing muscles in her legs simultaneously shrinking and expanding.  As her crotch muscles flared, her underwear was forced tighter and thinner, digging an inch into her sex like a g-string razorblade. 
            She-Hulk wasn't about to lose this one.  With a bassy roar, she threw her head back and squeezed with all her might.  Her neck ballooned to twice the thickness of her head and merged indistinguishably with her gorilla traps.  Her large breasts were hoisted high into the sky by the massively swelling pecs they were bolted to.   
            The sphere between She-Hulk's humongous thighs cracked suddenly, the noise like a shockwave across the arena.  But it wasn't enough - the core remained intact. 
            Fairchild's heart was pounding.  She was filling with fear and dread.  She was going to lose!  She was pathetic and weak!  Yet deep down, a part of her was getting excited, turned-on even.  She was proud of the body she had forged.  She’d spent every waking hour of the last eight months in the triple gravity gym, dedicated to pumping herself to the max, making herself as huge as possible.  Some nights she looked at her body in the mirror and didn't even recognize the rippling she-stud staring back at her.  It was her dirty, lustful dream to be the beefiest Hercules of them all - a freakish, androgynous muscleman with the strength of a thousand super heroines.  It was time to put her shyness and humiliation aside and show them what real muscles looked like.    
            Fairchild closed her eyes and grunted softly.  Her sensual lips quivered.  Veins tore through her temples.  It felt like torture, needles of pain stabbing her body, but the effect was jaw-dropping.  Her entire physique was suddenly shot full of adrenaline.  Every part of her began to transform, grow and morph into a some steroid-injected version of herself.  Her shoulders erupted, widening and doubling in size, vascularity surging uncontrollably.  Her huge breasts were pushed aside by mammoth pecs growing like continents, grossly out of place on a beautiful girl’s body. 
             The other women didn't notice Fairchild’s strides until her sphere suddenly cracked with the force of a sonic boom.  In one shot she jumped to the lead.  If she could keep up the pressure, she might actually win the challenge.     
Wonder Woman tightened her fists squeezing every muscle in her body into a furious state of flexation.  Screaming vascularity exploded through her arms and legs dropping jaws around the world.  Everyone knew Wonder Woman was beefcake - she'd been on the cover of a thousand bodybuilding magazines, done sexy calendars, even posed for Playboy.  She possessed one of the most muscular physiques in the world.  But no one had ever seen her push herself like this.  She was going nuclear, pumping herself up into an insane state of hyper-muscularity impossible for an ordinary woman.
            Wonder Woman's sphere cracked in 3 more places, the booming shockwave shaking the arena to the foundation.  Spectators were knocked off their feet spilling drinks and hotdogs.
            She-Hulk screamed in savage defiance.  Her neck flared even wider, looking like it could swallow her head.  Her pecs flexed so hard that they pressed against her chin.  Her giant tits rolled into her armpits like useless, floppy jelly orbs. 
            The cracks in She-Hulk's sphere deepened rapidly.  Her astonishingly shredded mega-thighs were car crushers squeezing the life out the giant lead ball.       
            But Wonder Woman would not be beaten - not by this green-skinned slut, not by a big-titted teenager, not by anybody.  She released her hands and slammed her fingers into the concrete ground, digging them an inch into the Earth.
            "Hera, give me strength!"  She screamed, eyes bugging wildly.  She crunched her abs, producing out an alien 12 pack that defied description.  With a deafening shriek, the sphere collapsed in on itself as if pulled tight by a giant belt.  The core shattered with megaton force, tearing up concrete in a wide circle around it.  The senor signalled the end of the round.  Wonder Woman was victorious for the second time.
            The crowd went crazy.  Odds updated on all the view screens, shooting Wonder Woman’s stats through the roof and dropping She-Hulk and Fairchild’s chances substantially. 
            Wonder Woman got to her feet, her quivering thighs absolutely dominated by a spider web of screaming arterial veins.  She was dripping sweat, her slutty costume soaked through and partly transparent.  Her gorgeous, tanned skin glistened like gold, amplifying her sadistic, eyeball-melting definition.  As she stood proudly before the crowd - her chest heaving from the monumental exertion - her ridiculous melons threatened to blow apart her bustier.  Her hugely enraged man-pecs added meaty inches to her already preposterous bust line.  It was abundantly clear that her physique was no longer that of Ms. Olympia but now a behemoth Mr. Olympia with tits.  She was a beefcake wet dream come to life.         
            Fairchild and She-Hulk got up slowly behind her.  They were equally sweaty and pumped, their costumes packed to the limit with swollen muscle meat.  Neither said a word but their worried faces spoke volumes.  The contest might be over a lot sooner than they expected.