[Mr.Shhh]

Hey all.  The story below is a bit of a test.  Though it's ridiculously short and uneventful, I'd appreciate anyone's thoughts.  Hope you enjoy it!

THE HUNGER
Chapter 1
By: Mr. Shhh

Mercy climbed off her Harley and flipped the kickstand.  Taking off her sunglasses, she looked over the small town.  The sign on the highway had said Iron Side, but the name didn’t matter – it could have been any of the towns she’d passed through in the last few weeks.   She’d already spotted three gyms on the main street alone, not to mention a supplement shop.  There was no doubt this was a muscle town.  Then again, every town was a muscle town.

As Mercy walked the street, she was virtually alone. It was Sunday. Everyone must have been at home, glued to the Galaxian finals. What was the point, Mercy thought? With Eve jumping from her original super heavyweight category, past mega weight to the brand-new Colossus weight, there was no contest at all. Not yet, anyway.

Passing the town hall, Mercy noticed a large banner draped between the buildings.   It was an ad for an annual arm-wrestling competition.  The guest of honor was Brock Kruger – also known as “Brock the Rock”.   Mercy had seen him in some unregulated shows, the kind that loved ‘roid burners.   He was a human Mac truck, easily super-heavyweight class.   Must have been a local boy.

At the end of the strip, Mercy was drawn to a tall, flashing sign.   The name “Hard Bodies” sat atop an outline of a busty cartoon girl flexing her baseball-sized biceps.   Mercy grinned and tightened her fist.  The sleeve of her coat groaned as a bulge the size of a bowling ball pushed through.

* * * 

Mercy walked through the door of the dark strip club.  A burly bouncer looked up from his newspaper and nearly fell over.  In a room full of bulging beauties, Mercy was a knockout.   Her face was gorgeous, yet clearly that of a hardcore athlete.  Her skin was tight, almost gaunt and framed by a surprising amount of vacularity.   

At 5’6, she wasn’t tall – but whatever she lacked in height, she more than made up for in shocking thickness.  Even in her tight leather coat, the bouncer could hardly believe how dense she seemed.  She was so wide that she completely blocked the doorway. 

Between the leathers, the sunglasses and her tight jeans – Mercy was butch sex dream.  As she walked towards him, the bouncer could hear the floor creak beneath her incredible weight. 

“I’m looking for work.”  Mercy stated.

Thanks to everyone for their feedback on the tiny little previous chapter.  Hopefully the concept I'm going for will start to come into view a little more with each new part.  Enjoy!

THE HUNGER
Chapter 2
By: Mr. Shhh

As Mercy was lead through the neon-lit club, she glanced up at the stage.  There were a half-dozen girls in the midst of their performances, each one a brawny beauty.  At least three of the girls looked like fitness stars – lean and thinly muscled.  They each sported a pair of fake breasts ranging from large to absurd. 

The next two girls looked like Olympia contestants.  Thought not nearly as cut, they sported an impressive amount of muscle mass. 

The last girl was a whole other story.  She was clearly the most popular, as the majority of the club patrons were gathered at her feet and glued to her every flex.

Mercy placed her at near super-heavyweight class, which made her much more muscular than your average male bodybuilder.  While that wasn’t as uncommon as it used to be, it was still extremely impressive in person.   The girl was also big, at least 6 feet, which made more like a mountain than a stripper.

The girl sauntered over to a large universal gym setup on stage and climbed on.  It was funny to Mercy that weights were as common in strip clubs as brass poles.  The crowd hooted and hollered as the girl toyed with the weight selection before setting it to a frighteningly large number.  Even more impressive was the sheer amount of weight available to her.  There must have been some serious heavyweights dancing there.

A new music track came on, signaling a change in lighting.  Soft pink spotlights outlined the contours of the girl’s hulking, man-like body as she closed her eyes.  With an erotic moan, she began crunching out slow reps on the pec deck. 

The crowd went nuts as the enormous stack of weights began to rise.  These guys must have been serious muscle addicts, as the girl was anything but sexy.  Years of steroid abuse had clearly taken its toll.  Her face was hard and brutish.  Her figure was slab-like, and her tits were simply nubs protruding from her shredded he-pecs.   Yet with each rep, her overwhelming muscularity sent the crowd into an uproar.   27 inch arms must really do it for them, Mercy thought.

* * *

A knock on the door startled Tony Bartello.  The scrawny club owner pulled his face out of a girl’s cleavage.

“W-what?!”

The door opened and the bouncer appeared. 

“Can’t you see I’m busy with – important business things?”  Bartello barked. 

The girl hastily pulled on her bra, mildly embarrassed.

“There’s a girl here to see you.  Wants to dance.”

“Every girl wants to dance.  Tell her to get some muscles!”

The bouncer glanced back.  His face returned, pale.

“She’s got muscles, boss.”

Bartello paused.

“Okay, send her in.” 

The bouncer stepped out of the way as Mercy appeared.  She turned sideways to pass through the doorway – her chest and back literally pressing against both sides of the frame. 

The club owner’s eyes widened at the sight of the gorgeous creature before him.  Even the half-naked girl was taken back by Mercy’s striking beauty.  Those thick, dick-sucking lips.  Those piercing green eyes.  That silky, black hair.  She was an absolute babe.

Mercy glanced over at the girl on the desk.   Even the floozies were built.  The girl had noticeable striations on her broad shoulders and chest.

“I’m passing through town and I need some work.”  Mercy spoke, her voice soft and feminine.

Bartello and the floozy both scanned Mercy’s enormous body.   It was hard to get a read on her exact physique other than her colossal bulk.  She looked like two 300 pound couch potatoes put together.

“I don’t need any girls.”  Bartello answered, playing it cool.

“You need me.”

Bartello smirked.  She had attitude.  He hated attitude.   

“What I need honey, are huge, ripped, bodybuilding sluts.  I need girls so muscular that buttons pop off their shirts when they breathe.  I need girls who are so fucking built that they can’t even reach their own feet.”

“Don’t I look big?”  Mercy answered, unfazed.

“Girly, you look like you get a discount buying pork rhinds wholesale.”

The owner glanced at the floozy, who had slid her shirt back on.

“What do you make of her?” 

The girl looked Mercy over one more time.

“She’s a big fat fattie.”

“You see that beast on stage when you came in?”  Bartello mused.  “That she-man’s Olga.  She’s 325 pounds of contest-ready muscle.  Cut like a diamond.  Fuckin’ huge.  Sure, she looks like an uglier Lou Ferigno, but she’s got what the customers want.  What’ve you got?”

Mercy glanced over at the one-way glass framing the side of the office.  She could see Olga on stage, finishing her set.  She was a sweaty, pumped-up monstrosity.

“I weighed 325 pounds when I was 16.”  She answered

Reaching for her jacket, she unzipped it.       

[scat]

more! please ! ;D

[gimme size]

Great so far!  But such a tease!

[00tree]

Oh god NO!!! You ended it THERE!!! I wait for more…

[Mr.Shhh]

Chapter 3 should be up later today or tommorrow.  I've decided to intentionally hold back revealing Mercy's physique up to this point – kind of the opposite of what I did with Hardbody.  We'll see her soon enough though  ;).

I've also started posting the stories on Brauna.com.  Here's the synopsis from the main page:

In a world where bodybuilding is a national obsession, professional bodybuilders are the new celebrities. The biggest of them all is Eve, champion of the unified Galaxian competition and the first Colossus-level bodybuilder in history. But a new challenger is travelling across the country, building her monstrous physique on the way to the Galaxian championships – a mysterious loner named Mercy…

[pdub13]

Nice I like it.  Mercy Sounds hot!!!

[Mr.Shhh]

Glad to see you checked out the story, Pdub.  As a huge fan of your art, your comment means a lot to me.  By the way, I hope you don't mind my using the pic you did of Jenna from Hardbody as my avatar.  Let me know if it rubs you the wrong way. 

[Mr.Shhh]

I've realized it's kind of dumb to keep making new topics everytime I post a chapter of the story (particularly when they're so short), so for now on I'm going to just add them in here.

THE HUNGER
Chapter 3
By: Mr. Shhh

Red looked up from his work to see a motorcycle roaring up his driveway. The sun was already setting – who the hell could this be? 

The noisy vehicle pulled up in front of his quaint farm house in a cloud of dust.

“Can I help you?” The grey-haired old man called out.

He watched a young woman in tight leather and denim climb off.

“I’m here about the room.  My Name's Mercy.”

As she approached him, Red was amazed by her stunning beauty. She reminded him of his wife when she was young – a real looker.

Turning back to his work, he continued jacking up the end of the large tractor in front of him. A spare tire sat nearby.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a boring place like this?” Red asked, struggling with the jack.

“Just passing through. I need the place for about a week.”

“Where ya headed?”

“Vegas.” Mercy responded. “I’m going to win the Galaxian.”

Red jerked sharply, knocking the jack loose. The ground shook as the huge tractor fell back to Earth with a crash.

“God damn it!!” He cursed.

Looking up at Mercy, Red noticed her incredible width. He could spot a bodybuilder a mile away and knew in an instant that she was packing some serious mass.

“You look like a big girl, think you could give me a hand with this son of a bitch?”

Mercy glanced at the tractor. It looked heavy. A smile wrapped across her lips.

Stepping up, she bent over and put her hands under the rear axel. With one powerful thrust, the wheels lifted off the ground. Red watched a series of veins bulge along Mercy’s neck and temples. He could hear her leather coat stretching as her back widened noticeably.

For a moment, it looked like she had bitten off more than she could chew. Then, with a soft grunt, the tractor raised higher. Mercy’s huge thighs almost doubled in size, splitting stitches along her jeans and revealing hints of bronzed flesh beneath.

Finally straightening up, Mercy held the entire end of the tractor at a 45 degree angle.

“You’re a strong one, that’s for damn sure!” Red exclaimed, absolutely flabbergasted at the girl’s strength.

“Must be the fresh air.”

As Mercy continued to hold the heavy tractor aloft, Red undid the bolts on the damaged tire.

“Room’s $100 a week. I’ll have breakfast ready at 6 am every morning.”

“I hope it’s a big breakfast. I’ve got an appetite.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Red commented, glancing at the soccer ball-sized calves straining against her jeans.

Pulling the old tire off, Red grabbed the new one and hoisted it into place.

“Y’know, my wife was into weight lifting, god rest her soul. My sons too, so I know a thing or two about muscles.”

“Maybe you can recommend a place where I can get a workout.”

Red finished tightening the bolts.

“There are some good gyms in town, but I figure a girl who can lift a tractor needs something a bit more… substantial.”

* * *

Red opened a set of large wooden doors, revealing a musty old barn. Following him inside, Mercy gazed at an endless row of cast iron plates running the length of the wall. Beside them were old engine blocks and axels.

“My dear, sweet Mindy had a real talent for weightlifting.” Red reminisced. “Strong as an ox, that one.”

Red pointed to the ceiling.

“She used to use that pulley in here to work out. After a while, we had to get it reinforced because of how much weight she was hoisting.”

Mercy examined a set of thick, industrial-sized chains dangling from the roof. They were intimidating as hell. Each was attached to four cast-iron pulleys bolted some 30 feet above.

“What she used to do is load these here scales with whatever she could find. Logs. Rocks. We had all sorts of heavy stuff around here.”

Mercy saw the two scales on the ground. They were big enough to hold refrigerators.

“What do you think? Too heavy for ya?” Red asked, folding his arms.

Mercy smiled lightly.

“I wouldn't bet on it.”

[00tree]

sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet….. this is gonna be good.

[gimme size]

Loving it so far!

But wait — what happened at the club?!?

[Author]

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