[reaper0002000]

I think we should all form a club, where we recycle our own and everyone else's ideas in nonstop fashion, repackaging cliches and blindly congratulating each other for our originality…

…
Oh, wait a minute: that's my workplace.

Really, I think that in this esoteric genre, some redundancy is unavoidable. For my part, I'm glad for everyone's contributions. It's not like anyone gets paid for doing this.
….
Um, no one getting paid, right?

[gimme size]

Wwhoooo… that chapter chunk was quality… AND quantity.

So please… more! Bigger! Harder! Stronger!

[TC2]

If I someone was getting paid for my creations I'd be mad as hell!  But it's all good, long as no one is making money off our ideas.

[reaper0002000]

Wow, looks like I managed to derail the thread a bit…

Hopefully we see Mr.Shhh back soon with the next installment —

[Mr.Shhh]

Wow, lots going on while I've been gone. 

I hope I don't start getting a reputation for hijacking other people's ideas.  Trust me, I have no intention of stealing concepts or characters from other writers, particularly ones who's work I really enjoy.  I think the problem comes down to the fact that we're working in a very specific genre, so there's bound to be overlap.  Reaper, you've been very cool about all these similarities, and I respect that.  Feel free to email me if you'd like me to curtail some of the plot points in The Hunger so I'm not constantly stepping on your toes.

In terms of money, I'm pretty sure we all do this as a hobby.  If I was making money at it, I guarantee the output would be a lot more regular.  For now, it's a very cool creative outlet.  Plus all of the people on this board rock.  That helps. 

[reaper0002000]

I was only making (an apparently extremely feeble) stab at humor with the "paid" comment…

As for curtailing plot points, I wouldn't dream of it. The Mercy story that I'm waiting to post only makes an off-the-cuff remark about how she could unify the Olympia titles. It's not a focus of the narrative at all (as it sounds yours might be). I just don't want to be accused of ripping that idea off you (when I actually ripped it off the DtV story  ;D)

It's funny there's so much synchronicity. When "Mercy" is finally posted after this last Monster story is over at Muscular Domination (plug, plug), I'm sure that people will wonder if I stole the name and idea… oh well, YOU guys know better, and I suppose that's all that counts.

Keep it comin'!
Reap

[sybic26]

Great new story concept. Your muscle description are great as always. The perfect thing about your stories is that you can’t wait for the next chapter. So I hope to see chapter 6, “Hardbody” chapter 8 and “Battle of sex” chapter 4 soon. (I now the last one is not going to be written soon, topic which was discussed often in this forum).

Mr Shhh, thanks for sharing your wonderful stories on this forum.

[refaal]

Sweeeet!
You keep raising the bar higher and higher, Mr.Shhh!!!

[Mr.Shhh]

Sorry for the long delay between chapters.  Everyone's input has been really strong so far and I've heard some good suggestions.  Things should get even more interesting in the next few parts ;).

THE HUNGER
Chapter 6
By: Mr. Shhh

Mercy was still pumped when she emerged from the dressing room.  Walking through the busy club, she drew stares from everyone.  An athletics t-shirt was brutally stretched over her ludicrously meaty back and bowling ball shoulders.  Thick veins could be seen pressing through the cotton and running across her bulbous biceps.  Even her jeans could barley contain her obscene thighs and calves. 

Ignoring the eyes on her, the sexy Amazon beef cake approached the bar.  Waiting for the busy bartender, she heard a soft voice beside her.

“Your performance was really hot.”

Mercy turned to see a one of the club’s strippers standing beside her.  The girl looked to be in her early twenties.  She was dressed in a tiny miniskirt that barely covered a tight, fitness girl physique.

“How does a girl get such big muscles?”  She asked, toying with her drink.

“Lots of vigorous exercise.”  Mercy replied, openly scanning the girl’s hot body. 

Whatever surgeon this girl had gone to, he’d done the job right.  Her huge tits were practically exploding off her muscular chest.

“Lifting all those big, heavy weights must get you so hot and sticky….”

Slowly, the girl’s hands began to run over the peaks and valleys of Mercy’s gigantic bicep.  She moved along her intensely vascular forearms and up her triceps.  The amount of veinage pulsating through Mercy’s flesh was almost sickening.

“You’re so dry.  But there must be some fat left somewhere on your body…”

The girl began to explore Mercy’s rippling torso.  As she moved closer, Mercy could feel the girl’s heaving breasts press against her.  Her nipples felt like two shot glasses.

“I’d love to peel this shirt off and explore every inch of your body in private.  That is, if you’re not shy….?”

The girl’s face was now inches from Mercy’s.  The massive bodybuilder could smell the girl’s perfume on her neck.

Suddenly, a harsh, baritone voice rang out.

“TANYA!”

Mercy watched the girl’s face tighten in panic.

The floor shook as a monstrous mountain of muscles made its way through the club.  Mercy recognized him immediately.  It was Brock Kruger himself, the state super-heavyweight champion.

“Get your ass over here!”

Two giant hands grabbed the girl and wrenched her away from Mercy. 

“What’re you wasting your time with this flabby slut for?  You’re only into the freakiest hardcore muscle around.

“I guess that’s why she was checking me out.”  Mercy muttered.

Brock’s tiny eyes widened noticeably.  The room seemed to go quiet as he turned to Mercy.

“Did you say something, bitch?”

Stepping up to the muscular girl athlete, his shadow all but eclipsed her.  His massive height and unyielding girth made him seem more like a building than a man.

Tilting her head, Mercy took in his mammoth body.  If ever there was a case for steroid abuse, Kruger was it.  His physique was so hideously over-developed that he looked like he was going to rip through his own skin.  He was ripped to the point that he seemed to be in a perpetual state of flex.

“I saw you on TV a few years ago.  You were pretty big.”  Mercy spoke, her voice soft and calm.

“I’ll be sure to give you an autograph after I smash your face into the pavement!”  Kruger hissed, raising his arm.

Taking a swing, Mercy caught his fist with her opposite hand.  To Kruger’s amazement, he found his arm frozen in place.

Neither the crowd, nor the hulking Kruger could believe what they were witnessing.  The two thick arms shook with strain as they pressed against each other.

Looking at Mercy, Kruger found her face a picture of restrained concentration.  Startling veinage began to appear all over her tight face and neck as she held him back.  More amazing was the state of her arm.  The amount of tightly coiled muscle packed beneath her straining skin seemed impossible.  Stitches pulled open along her shoulders and traps, revealing more and more tanned muscle beef.

“You’re not the biggest body in town anymore.”  Mercy muttered, her body shaking lightly.

“You think you’re bigger than me?”  Kruger yelled. 

“Bigger.  Stronger.  Prettier.”   

A smile curled across the straining muscleman’s lips.  He looked around at the audience.

“The little girl thinks she has what it takes to play with the big boys.  Okay then.  Come down to the arm wrestling competition tomorrow at the town hall and we’ll see if you’re man enough.”

Releasing his grip, Kruger turned and grabbed Tanya.  The worried girl looked back at Mercy as she was dragged out the door.

[AbyssPlanet]

This is truly awesome stuff!  😮 I can't wait for the next chapter. Keep up the great work!

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