Tuesday, August 9, 2011

THE SUPER STRENGTH SHOWDOWN - challenge 3

THE SUPER STRENGTH SHOWDOWN
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.

26 comments:

Anonymous said...

My god. This story may not have been my favourite to begin with, but it is quickly growing on me... much like the muscles of the massive muscle titans themselves.

Some interesting points to emerge from this story:

A) Caitlin finally shows her stuff, which is awesome, as she is the girl I'm rooting for
B) I just realized that all these challenges are taking place in quick succession, which both allows for the girls to maintain their freaky superpump between events, (I can't imagine how they will look by the end) and also turns the entire contest into one of endurance and willpower as well as strength.
C) The mention of the progenitor of the muscle girl phenomenom, Black Cat. I've always had a soft spot for Felicia Hardy... might we possibly see an appearance by her?

All in all, a thoroughly amazing story, you truly are the master of this genre. I'd just like to highlight a line I found particularly perfect: "Every step was agony, but the pain was rocket fuel." Genius.

Keep up the FANTASTIC work!

Anonymous said...

A long awaited and welcome story.

Describing real effort and its effect on your heroines' bodies is a kind of signature, and the reason why your stories are among, if not, the best.

Many Thanks sir ! :)

Anonymous said...

Great story, but FYI an aircraft carrier displaces about 100,000 tons. So you are off by a factor of 200 (minus the concrete--which would also be much heavier than your estimate). I doubt if even She Hulk could really pull 100,000 times her weight.

The other ships are even heavier! The largest oil tankers are around 550,000 tons and large cruise ships, around 220,000 tons. Even the smallest cruise ships are 30,000 tons or more.

Still, a great image and premise.

Mr.Shhh said...

Thanks for the great comments, anons. I've always been a fan of the Black Cat and I'd love to find a way to get her into a future chapter.

About the ships - I guess my complete lack of research shot me in the foot. I'm glad it didn't ruin the story for you.

shaneomacfan3 said...

Hey Mr. Shhh, good to see you back writing, this definitely was the most intense chapter of this story yet, great muscle and strength descriptions as usual!

I have a question for you, though. I just read The Club Part 3 a couple days ago, I'm wondering if you're ever going to finish that story? Part 3 was particularly intense, probably very hard to follow up on, but I hope you eventually will.

Anonymous said...

Was cheering for Jen, but nothing wrong with Cait winning~

Anonymous said...

Ohmygosh, She-Hulk is getting PANTSED! C'mon Jen, somehow you beat Powergirl, Big Barda, Ms. Marvel, and Rogue to get here.. get it together!

Anonymous said...

She Hulk bit the dust again? Surprising. Anyway, nice addition to the series, except for the exaggeration of Black Cat being something she definately isn't. At least that part served as an excuse to ge Fairchild amped and provide one of the most erotic moment's this story has had.


One an equally important notes, who drew that pictue? I am simply mesmerized by the Goddess depicted, and yearn to be enthralled by her supreme body from every other possible angle. The size of her bust, the rippling mass of musculature that accentuates her strength is simply fantastic (imo, though, she looks more like Fairchild than SheHulk). All I can say about here is.... MOAR PLZ!!

Titania said...

Hah! I always said you were a big green LOSER! Glad you're living up to it. Much love, green jeans.

And that pic is one by Wreckshop/Press Oblivion. He did a much better one of me punching the great green FAIL silly.

- T

BP said...

Awesome as always, your work is so inspirational! You're one of the best word painters out there.

Both you and reaper0002000 are my favorite authors. You both have a gift when it comes down to description and narration. Many thanks for your contributions.

I hate to be presumptuous but I had a story idea...what if...

They had a contest where they had to hold out their arms (a la lateral shoulder raises) while holding up platforms. The contest organizers would drive heavy objects onto these platforms (tanks, cement trucks, big rigs, etc.). The platforms are arranged in a circle so each of the women could see each other, i.e. make eye contact.

Eventually, one competitor would drop out and maybe at that point the platforms would be at capacity. They'd drive the vehicles off and replace them with something even heavier! This would culminate in a costume tearing, tortuous ending with only one superhero left standing.

whadya think?!

Zolon, Mago Selvaggio said...

....what about Jenna? More Hardbody please Master Shhh!!!

Anonymous said...

Yes More Hardbody

Mr.Shhh said...

Hey BP, I think your story idea sounds substantially kick-ass. I'll definitely give it some thought.

I've done a bunch of work on the next Hardbody story but I've gotta be honest, I'm feeling a lack of inspiration. Anybody have any ideas about what Jenna's cam show should be like? I'm trying too think of ways to make it unique and different.

Zolon, Mago Selvaggio said...

Jenna's cam show must be memorable... Jenna works out so hard and become a living mountain of muscle... but is not satisfied yet. so she don't stop.. ultill she broke the barbell!!! so she lift weights with chains. meanwhile linus could't resist and confess her the endless love that he feel...



ehm... what do you think?

Anonymous said...

I would love Jenna to take that dress that she was given by her prom date to fill out (his name escapes me.) and put it on in front of the camera, showing that not only does she fill it out, but it's so skin tight it looks like it's painted on, then she looks at the camera, and smirks, before blasting it apart with her ultra-mega huge muscles. She says "That was the equivalent of a covering you would put on an elephant? Well, guess who just got bigger than an elephant." She ends it with a most muscular pose that causes hundreds of men to orgasm at the same time.

Anonymous said...

Not so much a suggestion as a comment, but I think part of what makes the live webcam idea so interesting is the potential for direct interaction between Jenna and her fans. Maybe its just that I spend too much time on muscle sites, but I can imagine some interesting scenarios that would occur if a girl like Jenna actually appeared on the scene.

Her website would be flooded with skeptics who believed that there was no way a girl could possibly be as large as the one pictured; claiming it must be an elaborate morph until Jenna herself appears, and shows that not only is she real but she is three times the size of that old pic! I'd also love to see the reaction of hundreds of supposed muscle lovers when they get too see the true extent of Jenna's physique... even the most hardcore and extreme among them being disgusted by Jenna's inhuman levels of development... their utter revulsion only fueling Jenna's muscle lust.

I'd also love to see a scene where Jenna asks her audience (those that remain) to give her challenges or workouts, and watching her not only meet, but surpass even their wildest, most insane requests. (To be honest, that is kind of reminiscent of Chapter 4, and thus the opposite of "unique and different" but it always was my favourite moment in the entire series, so sue me.)

Anyway... those are my humble suggestions, I'm not a master like you, but hopefully they helped inspire you in some small way. I can't wait to see what you come up with!

Anonymous said...

Jenna's been prepared for graduation and nehodila in schools. Arriving at the vypuskony all froze in horror of its kind, but her classmates decided FIHM scoff and discredit her calling a freak and a monster. After that, Jenna's shown in all that she can. (sorry for my english)

Mr.Shhh said...

Thanks for the great ideas everyone. I appreciate the help. I'll definitely be incorporating some of this stuff into the story.

Anonymous said...

I hate to be one of those guys, but any chance we could get an update? I understand that these stories are a lot of work, I'm not asking for another chapter, just curious if you're making progress... any possible ETA?

Thanks, and as always, keep up the great work.

Anonymous said...

Just an awesome, awesome story, thanks for writing it. As the other poster said, perhaps tweak it a bit to make the tonnage correct.

Anonymous said...

almost 6 months without an update... :(

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