[Mr.Shhh]

THE HUNGER
Chapter 7
By: Mr. Shhh

That night, Mercy jerked and spasmed in her bed, her sheets wet with sweat.  Her massive muscles twitched rhythmically with her tortured face.

“Nuuhh… n-no…..”  She moaned, crying to the darkness. 

* * *

Mercy held the apex of a punishing cable curl – her small, 12 year old body shaking violently from the extreme effort.  Behind her, over half the weight stack of the universal gym was held aloft.  It would have been a challenge for a full grown man, let alone a girl barley 5 feet tall. 

“C’mon, Mercy!  3 more reps!”  Her father encouraged, his big body just inches away.

Mercy’s lips twitched as she struggled with everything she had.  Her body, while small and lithe, was impressively cut.  It was almost disturbing to see someone that young so totally shredded.  She put to shame most professional fitness competitors. 

"It h-hurts so b-bad…!!”  The girl cried, tears streaming down her face.

“The pain is good.  It means your muscles are growing.  You want big muscles don’t you?”

Mercy swallowed hard.  Taking a deep breath, she tightened her faced and powered through another rep.  Her muscular body flared with astounding detail as she willed the weights up.

Towards the top of the motion, she began to stall out.  Her arms shook as she struggled to keep the weights from falling.

“C’mon, don’t stop!  You can do it!”

Mercy shook her head in agony.

“I can’t….!!!”

“You can be the biggest bodybuilder in the world, Mercy.  You just have to want it!” 

“I-I…!!”

Mercy struggled with her grip.  The sweat pouring down her arms was making the handles slippery.  To her dismay, she could see the weight stacks falling slowly. 

She tensed her body with everything she had left, but still they fell. 

“Don’t let them fall, Mercy!  You can finish it!”  Her father yelled.

Veins flared along the young girl’s temples as she literally flexed her body to its zenith.  Her thin chest exploded with incredible striations.  Her shoulders and biceps became hyper-defined masses of pre-teen muscle.  Yet the weights kept falling… falling… falling…

* * *

Mercy sat up with a yell.  It took her a few seconds to realize she was in her rented room.  She was panting like she had run a marathon.  Her undershirt and hair were dripping with sweat. 

Holding up her arms, she tightened her forearms and looked at them.  Each one was a thick side of beef wrapped in veins and striations.  As she tightened her fists, their girth both expanded and tightened.  The size and breadth of her forearm musculature nearly doubled, while simultaneously becoming even more defined and vascular. 

She didn’t seem at all satisfied.

[iceman75]

Wow! My mouth was wide open reading the whole thing, you did great, I'm sure not all the people would like you using pre-teen characters, but I loved it, seeing her beginnings as a muscle girl is always a great thing to read about, no matter who it is, I can't wait to see how big and strong Mercy can get!

[Mr.Shhh]

Thanks Jeremy.  I assure you that the young version of Mercy will not be used in any sexually explicit way.  Like you said, she's there to give an idea of her origins. 

[gimme size]

Really love what you've written so far.

But it's like a really prolonged appetizer, and now i can't wait for the meat!

[Mr.Shhh]

I feel like chapter 5 (Mercy's dance at the club) worked well because of the build up to it.  I'm hoping to use a similar technique throughout the series.  Don't worry though, there's some serious muscle descriptions on the horizon.  There's also some surprising events in Mercy's past that are driving her to do what she does.  Those will come out over time. 

[gimme size]

Well, I for one have nothing but admiration for your ability. I've attempted to sit down and write fiction but i just don't have it in me, so all I can do is enjoy the fruits of your imagination, and show my support by requesting more.

(And bigger.)

[opbuzz]

Mr. Shhh I love your stuff you are one of the best around .
I wonder  could you put imeges with your stories?

[Mr.Shhh]

Thanks a lot!  Unfortunately, I don't do much drawing anymore, however I've been fortunate to have some great artists offer their interpretations of my characters.  Check out the thread "The art of Hardbody" in the art boards. 

[kuner]

Any chance there will ever be part 8?

[Mr.Shhh]

Hurray!  I've finally managed to kick myself in the ass and get the next chapter finished!  I think some people might like where this one's going (Jeremy Wilson, I'm looking at you  ;)).
   

THE HUNGER
Chapter 8
By: Mr. Shhh

Strength competitions had become an increasingly popular draw across the country in the last few decades and the Iron Side annual arm wrestling tournament was no different.   Today however, was pandemonium. 

Word of Brock Kruger’s challenge had spread to the furthest reaches of the country drawing a crowd that could barely be contained inside the town hall.  Everyone it seems wanted to have a look at the massively muscle-bound stripper who had burned up Hardbodies. 

As Mercy walked up the steps of the venue, she drew stares from every man, woman and child.  She could almost hear the jaws hitting the ground.  Gasps of amazement were followed by nervous whispers.

“Did you see the size of her?”

“She’s even BIGGER than I heard!”

“How wide do you think that back is?!” 

Inside, the brawny beauty took in the view.  Hundreds of tables were set up for individual matches.  A large table in the center was reserved for the grand finale. 

“You should have run off in the night.” Came a familiar bellow.

Mercy turned to see Kruger approaching.  He stopped in front of her casting a shadow the size of a house.  His eyes crept across Mercy’s steel-hard curves like a sleazy caress.

“Damn, girl.  You are one sweet piece of ass…”

Grabbing her chest, Kruger proceeded to feel up her medicine ball pecs.  To Kruger’s surprise, Mercy didn’t resist.   

“No tits at all.  What’s the deal?  Do you want to be a man?”

Licking his lips, the massive brute explored Mercy’s rocky mid-section before grabbing her ass.  Her glutes were so ripped that he could barely squeeze them. 

“Shit, hard as rocks.  You’re breakin’ my heart, honey.  Still, I’m bettin’ there’s something left that's soft…”

A sly grin wrapped across his lips.  Slowly, his hands moved between the raven-haired girl’s legs.  A growing crowd of on-lookers watched as Kruger slid his hand down Mercy’s pants.

Suddenly, the big brute’s expression shattered.  His face went ghost white as he began to realize the full extent of Mercy’s inhuman conditioning.  Where there should have been the soft folds of female genitalia, Kruger just felt diamond, vein-engorged muscle.

Pulling his hand away, Kruger seemed deeply shaken.

“… Jesus, even your cunt!!  Y-you’re sick!” 

“I guess that means we can get started then.”  Mercy responded, tightening her fists.

“Not so fast, Miss,” Came a new voice, this one belonging to a thin man behind Kruger.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to climb the ladder of competition before you can challenge Mr. Kruger.

Mercy’s smoldering features tightened at this new development.

“Oh, I’m sorry,“ Kruger mocked.  “Did I forget to mention that yesterday?  You have to win your place to take on the champ.”       

Mercy turned and glanced over the sea of tables.  It looked like every athlete and bodybuilder in the State had turned up to take a shot at her.  Rows of beefy brutes were pumping up with everything from free weights to cinder blocks.

“You’ve only got four hours left to accumulate more wins that the current leader.”  The thin man continued.  “He’s standing at 56 victories over the past 5 days.”

Mercy suddenly felt a thousand eyes fixed on her.  A panicked expression tinted her usually ice-cold face.

***

The doors to the women’s bathroom swung open.  Mercy rushed to the sink and turned the tap.  Her heartbeat felt like a cavalry charge.  A handful of ice cold water slapped her to attention.

Looking in the mirror, she saw a scarred young girl staring back.       

A flash of memory shot through her. 

“Don’t quit!!  Don’t quit!!”  Shouted a voice from the past.

It was her father.  She could instantly feel an invisible strain like a hundred 50 pound plates strapped to every muscle.

“I won’t quit, Daddy.”  Mercy whispered. 

Taking her hands off the sink, she brought them together in a strained crab flex.  Stitches in her shirt groaned as her tight man-muscles inflated.

“I won’t quit, Daddy!  I won’t!!”  Mercy called, he voice rising.

Squeezing her fists harder, the young girl began crunching out stronger flexes.  Artery-like veins pressed through her clothes and appeared across her neck.

Lifting her tremendous arms, Mercy fired out an earth-shattering bicep crunch.

“I won’t! quit!  I won’t quit!!”   She bellowed as her body pumped into a sick flurry of sinew.

***

“I’m ready.”  Came a determined voice from behind Kruger and the judges. 

Turning to face it, everyone  found a hulking muscle-machine that looked ready to burst out of her clothes.  Mercy was back from the washroom, but she had left any trace softness at the door.  She looked harder and tougher than any man alive.

“… Bring it on.” 

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