NO CONTEST - Chapter 3

NO CONTEST
Chapter 3
By: Mr. Shhh

Krissy followed Sue through the busy shopping mall. Every guy in view was fixated on the cute bodybuilder’s overdeveloped body.
“Okay, first things first – you need a guy’s haircut.”
Krissy glanced at her reflection in a shop window. Her tremendous girth was poured into a tight blouse and skirt. She gazed at her long, silky hair.
“I was thinking something really butch – like a buzz cut.” Sue continued.
“I’m not getting a buzz cut!” Krissy snapped.

The barber pulled the cover sheet off Krissy and turned her around.
The two girls examined her new, boyish hair cut. Most of her sensual locks lay scattered on the floor around her. What was left were short, sexy bangs.
The chair groaned as Krissy got up. If her dress looked out of place on her before, it looked twice as strange now. The short haircut seemed to shrink the beautiful bodybuilder’s head while simultaneously thickening her neck and shoulders. Her head looked like a pea stuck to a veiny meat pillar wider than a fire hydrant.
“Wow. That’s a big step in the right direction.” Sue muttered, totally amazed.
The barber didn’t know what to say. Krissy somehow looked twice as muscular as before.
“Let’s get you some clothes…”

Sue waited while Krissy fiddled in the change room of the clothing store.
“I can barely move in here!” Krissy moaned.
“Quit complaining. Change rooms aren’t meant for girls with 20 inch arms.”
20 inches? I haven’t had 20 inch arms since I was 15.”
The door opened and Krissy emerged. Her dress was gone, replaced by jeans and a short sleeve baseball jersey. Neither item fit her very well – she couldn’t even get most of the buttons done up, which left a column of her absurdly tanned chest threatening to erupt at any moment. The jersey was so tight that Sue could see every one of the hundreds of inch-thick veins that covered her friend’s terrifying upper body. Her mutated muscle-traps and watermelon shoulders distorted the shape of the shirt to the point where the sleeves ended less than half-way across her delts.
Krissy had already removed most of her make-up - the final touch in her precarious quest to erase any trace of sexuality.
“My god, Krissy…” Sue gasped. Her amazement was palpable. “I didn’t think it was possible, but… you’re a total he-man!”

Krissy and Sue stepped off the bus in front of the convention center. They looked at the flashing electronic sign beside the road: “Mr. Testosterone bodybuilding competition – April 3- 5”.
“Well, this is it. Ready, Mr. Snow?”
Krissy nervously tightened her fists. Huge, rippling chunks of muscular detail flared through her veiny forearms.
“This is going to work, right?” The gargantuan man-girl asked, her sexy face red with embarrassment.
“Did you see the way those girls on the bus were looking at you? They wanted to rip your clothes off. Just play the part and your muscles will take care of the rest.”

The two girls entered the convention center to find a chaotic ocean of beefy bodies waiting for them. Krissy had expected the Testosterone to be a major draw, but this was ridiculous. It looked like every weight lifter in the country was lined-up to register.
As Krissy and Sue walked through the crowd, they were amazed at the level of muscularity on display. Maybe she’d become too accustomed to female competition, Krissy thought. These guys were on a whole other level. Some of them had arms that had to be over 30 inches. One guy’s head was all but consumed by his over-inflated traps.
Sue could feel the nervousness radiating from her friend.
“Relax, Kris. These guys have got nothing on you.”


After a long wait, Krissy arrived at the registration table. An unimpressed clerk greeted her.
“Yes?”
Moment of truth. Krissy took out her driver’s license. She cleared her throat and dropped her squeaky voice as many octaves as possible.
“Sign me up.”
The clerk looked her over. Krissy tried her best to stay cool, but her heart was beating like a drum. A sheen of sweat had formed on her face, highlighting her sharp beauty.
As the clerk scanned her womanly features, he seemed unconvinced. On one hand, her face showed the ugly truth of her horrific, borderline masochistic conditioning. Veins pressed through not only her forehead and temples, but also her cheeks, nose and chin. Her skin was so tight and dry that thick muscles could be seen rippling through her jaw! Yet, even dieted to the point of madness, Krissy retained some inextinguishable spark. She was beautiful - stunning even, and there was nothing she could do to change that.
The clerk’s suspicions vanished as soon as he peered down at her body. His casual expression was severely shaken as he looked at a shirt so overloaded with muscle that it looked like Krissy was wearing Baby Gap. Her jeans looked like they had two beer kegs stuffed in each leg with over-inflated beach balls right below them.
“You’re going to be number 179…” The clerk began.

Krissy arrived backstage and let out a girlish squeal of excitement. Sue tried to hug her, but it was like wrapping her arms around a minivan.
“Okay, time to put your game face on. How long have we got?” Sue asked.
“The clerk said I’m on in about an hour.” Krissy bubbled, forgetting her guy-voice.
“An hour?! You’ve gotta start pumping up right now!”