[Mr.Shhh]

THE HUNGER
Chapter 4
By: Mr. Shhh

It was after dark when Mercy pulled into the Hard Bodies parking lot.  As she climbed off her motorcycle, she noticed that the placed was filled to capacity.   Rows of cars were even parked on the grass, along with a few dozen motorcycles and campers.   

As she walked towards the rear entrance, she glanced at the sign on the side of the road.  A new message had appeared.

One week only – MERCY, the biggest, baddest, beefiest hard body imaginable.  You’ve never seen a girl this hardcore – or the drinks are free.

“You better be seriously huge.”  A voice came from behind.

Mercy turned to see Olga leaning against the edge of the building.  Her tight tank top was wet with sweat from a recent performance.

Flicking a cigarette away, she approached Mercy.  Standing face to face, the gigantic stripper towered over the raven-haired girl.

“The place is jammed.  Bartello’s been telling everyone in town that you’re the most muscular bitch he’s ever seen.”

“I guess we’ll find out.”  Mercy remarked, unfazed by the female behemoth. 

A sly grin formed on Olga’s face.

“Look at you – you’re just a little girl.  What are you?  19?  20 maybe?   You really think you can compete with this?”

Olga lifted her heavy arms and hit a staggering double bicep pose.  Gritting her teeth, she snarled and pumped more and more mass into her already huge arms.  Veins exploded all over her body as her shirt began to rip. 

With one loud grunt, her entire top tore right down the middle, revealing her disgustingly over-muscled man-tits.           

“You’re going to look like a joke next to me!”

Unimpressed, Mercy continued on her way.  The infuriated Olga grabbed her arm.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!"

Mercy stopped.  Looking up at Olga, she closed her fist and squeezed. 

Olga watched her big fingers separate as the young girl’s arm swelled with pure muscle mass. 

The big, butch bodybuilder couldn’t believe how hard Mercy’s arm felt.  It was like steel.  The swell of her bicep was even more unbelievable.  Olga’s meaty hand didn’t even cover a fraction of it. 

Olga looked at the gorgeous muscle-hulk was an expression of complete disbelief.  The color instantly drained from her face.

“Excuse me; I have a show to do.”

* * *

Olga hadn’t lied.  The club was clearly packed well past the legal limit.  Of the 4 stages scattered around the main room, 3 had been closed and lined with extra seats.   At least half of the main floor had been restricted to standing room only and was filled with patrons huddled shoulder to shoulder.     

Bartello walked nervously through the swelling crowd on his way to a mic stand.  He could feel the tension in the air.  If Mercy didn’t impress this crowd, he was in serious trouble.

“Good evening everyone, welcome to Hard Bodies.”

The crowd booed.  Napkins flew at him.

“Um – tonight I have the distinct pleasure of presenting to you a woman of exceptional beauty and – huh, overwhelming muscularity.  Never before have you witnessed such a staggering degree of thick, painfully lean muscle mass on a single human being – man or woman –“

“Bring out the bulging bitch!”  A voice yelled.

Bartello was quickly loosing the crowd. 

“Show us her so-called muscles!”

“She better be a fuckin’ beast!!” 

* * *

“57… 58… 59… 60…” 

A large dumbbell dropped to the concrete floor, shaking the dingy dressing room.   The 4 thick plates of super-dense iron on either end made it look nearly immovable.

Mercy leaned over a stained sink and looked in the mirror.  Even with a single flickering light bulb illuminating her, she still looked like a goddess.

“You’ll be okay.  Just flex those big muscles…”

Examining her own face, she realized the glitter she had applied couldn’t hope to mask the bulging veinage that was running beneath her tight skin. 

“They’re not like the others.  They all want to see your rippling body…”

A pounding at the door snapped her back to reality. 

“You’re on!”  A voice called.

Mercy took one last look at herself, her gaze deep and penetrating. 

“Show them what a freak you’ve become…”

[gimme size]

GAHH!!! More teasing!

Really enjoying it so far. But it just needs more… mass.

[Mr.Shhh]

I think the next chapter is the one everyone's been waiting for.  Hopefully, Mercy doesn't disappoint!

[Mr.Shhh]

THE HUNGER
Chapter 5
By: Mr. Shhh

The lights shut off in the club, plunging it into darkness. 

Hoots and hollers erupted as a slow, sensual song began playing.  The dirty lyrics sent an immediate charge of sexuality through the room. 

As a single light faded up, the audience noticed the silhouette of a body on stage, though its contours were so wide that it looked more like a small car.  The rim light grew slowly stronger revealing traps and shoulders that couldn’t possibly belong to a human being.

The noise in the room began to quiet down as people gazed at the statue-like figure.  Shoulders bled into a back of such astonishing width that it seemed to take up half the stage. 

At the back of the room, Bartello and the bouncers watched in rapt attention, their jaws opening in astonishment.  The other dancers had all gathered, even those who had the night off.  None of them could tear their eyes away from the stage.

More and more of the hulking colossus was revealed.  Thighs flared menacingly like two sides of beef.  Each calf was a distended pumpkin.

Waitresses stopped what they were doing and stared with fright.  The bartenders were transfixed.

By the time the first music track was done, the room was like a library. 

The next track kicked in, signaling a flood of pink and blue lights.  A pulsing, electronic tempo blasted through the speakers as the behemoth on stage turned around and met a thousand unbelieving faces.           

A dozen glasses and bottles crashed to the floor around the room.  Gasps and shrieks were heard everywhere.  Several people rushed for the exit.  A few fainted in the aisles. 

Mercy sauntered up the stage as gracefully as someone of her extreme bodyweight possibly could – each step testing the structural strength of the floor beneath her.  She stopped at the edge of the stage and presented herself for all to see.

The supposed “female” on stage wasn’t just huge or ripped, she was a complete monstrosity.  Bartello’s claims had been dead on – no one in the room had ever seen anyone even close to her level.

“Jesus…… H…… Christ…….”  One of the bouncers gasped, clearly shaken to his core. 

All around the room, dozens of self-proclaimed muscle maniacs found themselves similarly rattled.  She was just too big – too harshly cut. 

Everything about Mercy blew even the massive Olga out of the water.  This sexy, 5’6 dancer packed so much muscle mass that she completely dwarfed the 6’5, Teutonic ‘roid-monster.  Yet it was the totality of Mercy’s muscles – the sheer, monumental girth that made her so impossible to accept.   

Mercy put her small hands on her waist and tensed her chest.  Two pecs as thick as televisions crumpled into a twisted, razor-sharp orgy of striations.  Olga’s thick man-tits had been hardcore, but Mercy made her look like a Playboy playmate.  Not a hint of female breast tissue remained anywhere on Mercy’s chest.  Her pecs were laser-sculpted hunks of brute power.

Attempting to contain those rocky eruptions was a brass bra connected by chains.  What little clothing Mercy wore followed a similar motif – she was a bulging barbarian bodybuilder. 

Wrapped around her rippling arms were two brass bands.  A thin, metal g-string was all that hid her sexuality, while a pair of 5 inch, fur-lined stiletto boots gave her that “fuck-me” look.  Her silky black hair was braided and hung down her meaty back while a steel crown adorned her sharp, painfully-dieted face. 

Mercy’s flawless skin, bathed in baby blue light, had been wetted down with glitter from head to toe.  It did nothing to soften her unladylike brawn.  Her muscles were punishingly hard and masculine.

Bending down, Mercy reached into the first row and grabbed the shirts of two audience members.  With one in each hand, she clenched her teeth and hoisted the men out of their seats. 

The surprised men, each a heavy, blue collar type, dangled several feet in the air.  Clutching Mercy’s wrists, they felt dozens of vein-covered tendons writhing beneath their hands.

Mercy stared into the audience – her gaze almost as powerful as her grip.  Even with her body buried beneath hundreds of pounds of man-muscle, her raw, female sexuality was undeniable. 

Her already sizable lips had become swollen with arousal, making those over-stuffed dick-suckers totally obscene.  Moving her tongue in slow circles, her auburn lipstick began to glisten with saliva.  She could almost taste the blow-job fantasies coming to life in the audience.

Time seemed meaningless as the house cross-examined Mercy’s every movement.  Slowly, she lowered her tree-trunk arms until they were extended straight out – the two men’s combined bodyweight supported entirely by her inhuman strength. 

Her arms shook as dozens of veins flared through her skin.  They systematically covered every inch of her flesh until they joined the snakes in her wide shoulders.  Her huge, heavy biceps were so madly developed that even fully extended, they bulged outward like two cantaloupes.

With a sexy, dick-stiffening grunt, Mercy began to slowly curl the two men like a pair of dumbbells.  Half the jaws in the room dropped at once – each man had to weight at least 200 pounds.  A few of the closer audience members actually whipped their dicks out and started going to town. 

“Unnnnnhhhhh……..”  Mercy moaned as she began her second rep.  The dense vascularity covering her arms quickly spread across her tight chest and started running up her neck.  Her quads and hamstrings quivered under the strain.

“C’mon!  Lift ‘em you bitch!!”  A voice yelled. 

Mercy tightened her grip and pressed harder.

On the apex of her second curl, the humongous peak of her straining biceps almost touched her wrists.  The brass bands that were wrapped around them creaked under the stress of so much girl meat.

Down the men came, like two overgrown babies.  At the bottom of her motion, Mercy cried out in pain.

“Go for 3!!”  Came the voices of the audience.     

Mercy shifted her legs, sending ripples through her grotesquely lean thigh-muscles.  She looked like a living anatomy chart.  The expansion of her upper legs sent the sweep of her quads exploding past her waist by almost a full foot.       

The third rep was agonizingly slow.  The veinage that covered her bull-neck was now spreading across her face.  Yet even under such torture, there was no break in her machine-like precision.

Half-way up, the straining muscle bimbo cried out through clenched teeth, her erotic agony causing a dozen ejaculations.  Her body began to take on a wet sheen as sweat mixed with her glitter paint.

At the top of the rep, Mercy’s huge biceps literally pressed against her fists. 

With a loud ping, the brass bands gave up and exploded off her arms.

The demand of curling two full-grown men had caused Mercy’s back to become even more pumped than her arms.  Her already world-class V-shape had increased dramatically, resulting in a span wider than the tables in the club.  Her colossal deltoids, each a sculpted division of individual blades, were fast becoming absorbed by those meat wings.

By the time Mercy lowered the two men again, she had lost even the loosest sense of female shape.  The twitching trapezes muscles framing her head were rising like a fast tide.  With another curl, she might lose her neck entirely.  She looked like a human refrigerator.     

The audience was now opening cheering.  She was beyond their wildest dreams – a sexy slut stronger than any three of them put together.

“One more time, baby!”  Someone cried. 

Mercy’s arms shook hard.  Veins were pulsing across her forehead and temples.

“You can’t do it!”

“She’s too weak!!” 

Suddenly, the hyper-ripped bodybuilder shuddered and lifted the two men with one hard jerk.  The deeply split heads of her biceps squashed against her knuckles. 

Holding them at the top of her curl, her wet lips twitched with pain. 

Slowly, her arms began to separate as if she were doing deltoid presses.  Her body widened substantially as she brought her gargantuan arms to either side – the 2 heavy bodies still in her steel grasp. 

The audience couldn’t believe what they were witnessing.  Mercy was now in a full-on double-bicep pose, her entire body fully flexed and pumped to the extreme.  Her poor costume was totally overwhelmed.  Hunks of twitching pec muscle were overflowing past her barbarian bra in every direction. 

Taking in a deep breath, the chains finally gave way.  Metal exploded into the audience as Mercy’s naked muscle tits became completely exposed.  Without the bra to provide some semblance of womanhood, her chest was just too masculine.  The hideous mish-mash of veins, tendons and striations was out of control. 

Finally, Mercy lowered her arms and placed the two men on the stage.  They stood above her, their knees shaking.  Though they towered over her miniscule height, they looked like children next to her indescribable uber-mass.   

The sexy music track came to an end and the panting Mercy reached up and gave one of the men a sensual kiss on the lips.  As she turned and walked back up the stage, he looked as if he’d been kissed by a goddess.  So did the rest of the crowd.

[Muscle Growth Nut]

Guhh…

*collapses from blood loss*

[iceman75]

I concur with my esteemed colleague. *Also passes out due to blood flow cut off to brain*

[reaper0002000]

ba…du…ghe….mi……

*brain now the consistency of mushed sweet potatoes*

[Mr.Shhh]

Glad people enjoyed the chapter ;).  Mercy's path towards becoming the unified world bodybuilding champion has just begun.  More muscle action to come!

[reaper0002000]

Oh, you are SO kidding me….

Read this from my (as yet unposted) Mercy story:

In fact, Mercy was the one person who could unify all the Olympia titles: surpass the entire Figure contest with her beauty, level the Fitness portion with her athleticism, and absolutely dominate both female AND male Bodybuilding ranks with her freakish proportionate mass and conditioning.

First he takes the name of my character, and then he takes a concept… ???

Of course, I'm kidding — Mr.Shhh had no clue that we both used the same idea, and I remember reading about the "unified champion" several years ago in a DtV story. There's truly nothing new under the sun… but I'm still gonna enjoy what Mr. Shhh comes up with!
;D
Regards,
Reap

[TC2]

Welcome to the club, Jennifer Steel is originally a character that I came up with and still use to this day for my animations.  Except his Jenna Steel is much younger and in a totally different scenario than mine is.

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