[reaper0002000]

This first posting is mainly setup (okay, it's more "tie-up"), but I hope ya'll still like it — this might be the last scene of The Monster series.

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"The Monster Returns: Juggernaut in the Gym"

He wonders what he's done to deserve this; what in God's name possessed him to agree to be teaching assistant to that accursed summer course four years ago. He slumps against the wall, waiting in the closed gym. If he had declined the extra money, he would never have met Esther, never had anything to do with her senior project that sent her to Japan. He can’t believe it’s been that long ago. Four years feels like a lifetime.

He runs his left hand through his thick hair. It still hurts a little, he muses in disgust, flexing his fingers; she’d crushed them like they were nothing. At least, taking deep breaths no longer causes any problem with his multiple broken ribs or breastbone — he thought he'd never recover from that. But hard work in this very gym had him conditioned again nearly a year after those injuries… the same gym where he’d first saw her, now four years prior. She was then his beautiful summer student and just 18 years of age, and would completely upturn his idea of what girls were capable of physically.

At that age, Es was already incredibly muscular for a girl, especially for an Asian girl, an outrageously gifted track and field athlete and accomplished martial artist that had taken state titles with ease. In the gym, he had watched her initially toy with weights that most girls wouldn't be able to lift, and then increasingly fascinated with her own muscles and strength, seriously take to the iron with his encouragement and training. After all, how many 18 year-old girls — without formal weight training — had veined biceps over 14 inches around and a six pack that humbled even her male track counterparts?

“Okay, you’re the master,” Esther had often said half-mockingly as he guided her lifting form. The young Korean beauty lifted extremely hard and heavy with him spotting and correcting her, quickly matching and then surpassing the strongest woman in the gym while progressing at an astonishingly rapid rate, even for a weight novice. But it wasn’t all genetics – he’d seen her unnerving intensity as she ferociously willed weights to move that even she had no right to. Her will was simply unstoppable. And just as she became fully adept at the techniques and principles of proper lifting, the teenaged Es had then departed overseas for the culmination of her female samurai project.*

He sighs, fingering the healed ribs, remembering how proud Esther was when she returned from Japan, visibly bigger in her clothes from just several months of heavy lifting. She’d shocked him by rolling up her sleeve over an amazingly well-built, veiny forearm and unleashing a huge, full, split-peaked biceps that measured 16 inches when she coiled her arm. To his astonishment, Es had grown well over an inch of rock-hard muscle in mere weeks. That was just her arms, and the rest of her body had followed suit. He’d shaken his head, stunned by her outrageous ability to gain muscle, as she laughed at his reaction, her huge grin laced with more than a touch of arrogance. “You’d better watch out, ‘master’,” she said nastily, “you’ve created a MONSTER.” Her warning had sounded only somewhat playful, and there was an indescribable look in her black eyes. Something that made his heart pound, but his blood run cold.

And how right she was, only he and she knew. With only a few years separating them and her senior project over, they’d hung out together and things had progressed. Despite being younger and female, Es was the dominant aggressive one in the relationship and also turned out to be far more experienced of the two. Apparently her good looks had afforded her many opportunities for sexual enjoyment from a tender age, and though men were intimidated by her natural muscularity, they were soon seduced by her wild athleticism… but then they were afterwards discarded like spent toys, unable to keep up with her amazing, rampaging sexuality. Es was insatiable, her vast physical abilities extending into the bedroom and far beyond any man’s sexual capacity to equal her. And so it was with him: the Korean had turned cruelly aloof after he – like all the rest – had proven himself hopelessly inadequate and inferior next to her. However, even as she used (and overcame) others as her sexual playthings, Esther had maintained contact with him, albeit mostly from a distance. And to his growing horror, had gradually introduced him to The Monster that she’d become over the years.

He looks at the gym’s clock despairingly, thinking perhaps he should try to run away. He knows damn well it’d be useless; Es has always somehow managed to find him. Outrunning her – in any sense of the word – was going to be a hopeless exercise in futility for him or anyone else. She’d informally shattered BOTH marathon and sprint world records recently, and by such a significant margin that any track official would have dismissed either time as humanly impossible. But he knew better, the seemingly limitless physical potential this ungodly Korean beast had in that spectacular physique…and she had never lied to him.

What made it even more unsettling was the casual way that Esther had mentioned it: an afterthought described in an email, as if that utterly superhuman achievement was merely par for the course for her inhuman training regimen. Emails from her always brought out a mixture of emotions from him. There was always dread at what she had done this time, the morbid fascination that he had somehow developed for the sickening details… the latter probably from the arousal he then got as the sadistic beauty described how it turned her on, and in graphic detail. The links Es provided at the end of her messages were to horrific crimes reported in the media, or to confidential police reports that were somehow accessed by means he probably didn’t want to know about. In truth, she had him; he knew that if he were to betray these glimpses into her life as The Monster, she would come for him — and that no power on earth could stop her.

Which led him to last year, when he had foolishly, unthinkingly talked about Es to a colleague. Nothing salacious; just her name, that she was a friend, and that she enjoyed S & M. It was idle chatter that wouldn’t go anywhere, completely harmless. It was not. His colleague suddenly met an incredible Asian girl online, and after a flurry of emails, told him soon after that they was finally going to meet that night. That was the last anyone ever heard of his colleague. At first, he didn’t think anything of the man’s disappearance. But then a gnawing feeling overtook him and he put the pieces together. He was utterly aghast; it was the first time he had ever mentioned her to anyone. She wouldn’t… would she? Feeling horribly uneasy, he’d emailed Esther and inquired as to whether she’d ever heard of his colleague, and described him in detail. He’d heard nothing back, and hoped for the best. And then, out of nowhere:

He’s astounded to see Es standing at his door.
Even more astounding is the shape the Korean is in.
Her body…! Oh my God… her body!**
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He takes a deep breath, his ribs give a twinge as he stares at the empty gym. Es had beaten him up with no effort whatsoever, broken his bones by the expansive strength of just a simple flex of her muscles, and smashed parts of him at her whim. It had taken him a year of multiple surgeries and rehabilitation to recover, but it was still nothing compared to what The Monster typically did to her prey. He shudders, his mind involuntarily reeling back to the grotesque photos she’d sent him of the carnage caused by a “little hug”***. He couldn’t even identify the male bodybuilder’s remains as human. It looked like so much meat, shredded and crushed in a butcher shop. He’d literally lost his breakfast over that photo. And then the picture of a nude, completely blood-soaked Esther, flexing dominantly over the surreal pieces of human gore, her reddened, mighty body an absolute nightmare of freakish muscularity. The gorgeous young Asian face grinning with a burning sadism, her pumped-up, ungodly crotch still dripping bony gristle from within its horrendously powerful slit. The Monster in all her glory.

Yet here he sits, waiting for her… to possibly come slaughter him.

* refer to "The Monster, Prequel: Samurai's Echo"
** refer to "The Monster Introduced"
*** refer to "The Monster's Embrace"

…to be cont'd…

[iceman75]

Hey Reaper another great story and at last, something including something other than outright muscle snuff, I mean not that I don't love that, but I like to know how she got so strong, and how strong she actually is, so I'm happy you wrote this chapter. I hope you continue writing, if I was you, I'd take a break and start writing a new series, complete that and start posting it piece by piece like this one. This one has worked out great, you're a very good writer and deserve all the accolades you receive. Good job on this story!

[reaper0002000]

Thanks again for the kind comments, Jeremy — No worries, mate, a new scene with a new character is in the works… just won't be posting as quickly as before.

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…cont'd…

Finally, Esther arrives at the gym, striding towards him dressed in skintight bike shorts and a gray spandex muscle shirt that’s obviously failing to contain her mindboggling Korean muscles. He gapes at her in total disbelief as she approaches him. He’d thought Es had attained maximum muscularity before, but dear God… Impossibly, in the intervening months, she’s actually gotten even bigger and harder – MUCH bigger and MUCH harder!

Es is yoked beyond belief, her outrageous veiny Asian musculature literally overflowing every piece of her clothing. He gulps as the Korean starts where she left off nearly a year ago, when he had passed out on her from the pain she had inflicted. Without even bothering to greet him, she simply says. “Check out the muscles.” She smirks and breathes deep, reveling in the ungodly muscular proportions that utterly humiliate him. Or anyone else.

To say Es is a bodybuilder would be a complete understatement; Es has built her entire body to a level of balanced muscular achievement far beyond what could even be conceived as humanly attainable for anyone, male or female. She is a revelation of inconceivably proportionate muscularity; so incredibly muscular, Es's physique is the most hideous or erotic thing imaginable.

He gawks openly at her insanely hypertrophied body, her Korean physique now sporting musculature that can only be described as freakish –her unimaginable muscularity has not only surpassed any expectations for a female bodybuilder, but easily surpasses even hardcore male bodybuilders on steroids. Every single muscle in her utterly yoked body is built to ungodly extremes!

Es’ bare arms are now over 18” relaxed with angry blue veins the size of fingers, the giant muscle bellies of her biceps and triceps more peaked at rest than his muscles fully flexed! Her breastless Asian pecs are thicker than phonebooks, huge shredded veiny slabs, deeply separated even unflexed, her girlish, light-colored nipples peeking out of a collar that wasn’t made to cover a quarter of this much brutish chest muscle on a girl.

The musclegirl's almost-bare back is truly enormous, showing monstrous muscle development that flares and bulges out far beyond human comprehension – a Korean girl-back so wide and massive it looks like the lat spreads of TWO male bodybuilders sprout out of her even smaller, tighter female waist! It’s almost inconceivable that a superstructure as massive as her upper body could be supported by a something as tight and trim as her narrow midsection and hips, but even that becomes par for the course as the equally unreasonable muscularity there is registered. Her obliques are unreal, and Es’ abs are clearly visible through the shirt, a resting six-pack so thick and deep it actually looks like even her powerful stomach muscles are about to burst through the cloth.

Equally visible straight through the spandex is every freaky separation in the ballooning muscle groups of her waist-sized thighs, while EACH of Es’ bared, brutish striated calves would far exceed the combined development in BOTH calves of any sprinter. Without even flexing, Es is so freakishly muscular she redefines and surpasses what a human can achieve in maximum physical development.

Even completely relaxed, Es is now so effortlessly muscular she would humble any flexing man…and she knows it! “Mmmmm…” Es utters erotically, slowly luxuriating in a stretch that sends her matchless body into an exploding, freakish muscular symphony of cartoonish curves and unprecedented angles – it looks like all the muscles of an entire stageful of male bodybuilders has been packed into her 5’6” frame! He gasps, staggered at the sheer amount of muscle Es emanates – she’s an ANIMAL!

But then she says, “ And I’m gonna get WAY bigger….WAY stronger…” He stares at her uncomprehending — Es has already surpassed anything human! She’s already so obviously strong she could tear a man apart, ripping off limbs as easily as pulling the wings off a fly! Her grin turns evil, as she regards him like a shark would a minnow, saying “You’re just breakfast to me, bitch, and what I did to you before is just an appetizer.” and shows off her huge white teeth, which suddenly look far more ominous than before. She’s looking at him like he’s her next meal, and her enormous smile is chilling.

Without looking away, Es starts to stretch further, and every movement causes tsunami-sized tidal waves to bulge in her massive Asian muscles, striations and veins protruding everywhere on startlingly peaked, absolutely full musculature. “Yeah… be scared of me…” Es sneers contemptuously as he pales with fear, “Be very, very scared…” With every movement, her hapless shirt appears to shrink in size, seams ripping and cloth splitting on the ever-expanding backdrop of gigantic Korean girlbeef as Es’ monstrous muscles start to hulk out frighteningly with mere stretches.

With the sound of tearing cloth and the size and number of holes appearing, it’s obvious that her muscle shirt won’t even survive Es’ stretching routine, let alone the ungodly size and hardness Es becomes when she actually lifts and pumps herself up to her unearthly potential. “I’m gonna TEAR APART your little boy body like it’s KLEENEX… RIP your arms and legs right off your body. Break every bone with my BARE HANDS like it’s NOTHING!” Es growls, relishing her unimaginable muscular strength.

Her grin becomes frighteningly evil as he starts to whimper in terror – there’s no doubt what Es could do to him if she wanted – and elicits ever more ludicrous peaks and bulges all over her hellishly built physique as she continues to stretch. He stares, stunned speechless, as more seams and cloth surrender to reveal more and endlessly more of Es’ almighty Asian girlbeef.

Her burst-apart tanktop is barely hanging onto her massive traps as she looks at him with a menacing smile and proudly flexes a ridiculously peaked, utterly male-shaming biceps, her arm well beyond the 20” mark. “I’m bigger and stronger than anything you can even imagine,” Es smiles evilly.

…to be cont'd…

[iceman75]

Another great chapter, dude! The only thing I would work on is the muscle size, you say she's bigger than any male bodybuilder, and yet, her arms are not much over 20 inches, while this isn't important to some, I would say make her slightly bigger, the biggest male bodybuilders probably average 23 inch arms, there's one that I've seen with 26 inch arms. Now I'm not saying that this hurts your writing, since you have some of the best descriptions out there, I personally, would like to see her numbers become larger, since she's described as being so much bigger than any male on the planet, you know what I mean?

[reaper0002000]

Hmmm…good point, good point, Jeremy.

I could be much more clear when it comes to "relative proportions", the illusory effect of mass, and admittedly, pure hyperbole on my part.

You're absolutely right that when it comes to the raw, absolute numbers, Es is NOT the biggest person out there. However, when you look at the size of her muscle peaks in relation to her small joints and her 5'6" frame, she'd appear substantially larger, even next to someone who was actually bigger but was not as incredibly proportioned. It's an illusion of mass that top bodybuilders pull off quite convincingly even standing next to each other. Think Juliet Bergmann in her heyday, or Dexter Jackson and Richard Jones on the male side. It's with such a visual effect that I might describe Es surpassing males on steroids, or looking like she has the width of TWO bodybuilders in her lat spread.

Of course, that doesn't get me off the hook totally, does it? (You can see why Mr.Shhh prefers to refrain from the use of actual numbers…) I do exaggerate, but hopefully not enough to significantly impair your suspension of disbelief!

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[iceman75]

You're sort of right, proportionally, the muscle size on Es' body is just as big as some of the big male bodybuilders, because of her height and relative size. And with your descriptions, it makes her seem bigger. But my philosophy has always been bigger is better, so, as she went along, I would have liked to see Es increase in size, so she starts out with 20 inch arms, then increase every episode, same with strength, but then again she's your character so you can pretty much do what you want. Just a suggestion as a fan and a fellow writer.

[reaper0002000]

Yeah, I've thought about making her bigger, but I'd rather not head towards GBM's territory since he's so good at it!

All the same, I do appreciate the suggestions and kind commentary. I'm working on editing this scene week. More 2 cum, soon. Heh heh heh

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[iceman75]

Oh, of course I wouldn't expect you to go that far, I mean GBM is a really acquired taste, I'm a big fan of his stories, but they're not for everyone. I was thinking more along the lines of Annie Ample, I think we all have read some Annie stories sometime throughout our lives, and whats one constant in those stories, Annie appears to be bigger in each one, she went from 37 to 50 inch biceps from 7 to 8 and 50 to 82 from 8 to 9. While I wouldn't want you to go against your natural instincts as a writer, I would love to see Es or your next character expand their muscles beyond realism into Annie Ample esque type numbers.

[reaper0002000]

…cont'd…

With a sudden dominating whoop of “I’M A MONSTER!” that almost makes him piss himself in terror of her, Es abruptly flexes her entire upper body into an unearthly 24” double biceps pose of utter dominance, flaring apart her enormous lats while jutting her massive chest out. “Your utter MASTER!” she proclaims dominantly, fully usurping him — the student completely surpassing the teacher.

He gasps in fear and awe as Esther completely explodes out of her muscle shirt like a Korean female Incredible Hulk, her top disintegrating into shards of navy cloth that helplessly succumb to the unearthly near 60” onslaught of monstrous Asian female muscle chest and back erupting. “What’s my name, bitch?” Es snarls, completely topless and proudly flexing muscles that far exceeds his maximum potential.

As she regards him with slit eyes, he manages a whispered “Esther…” in absolute terror; it’s now obvious that Es has easily surpassed — and would utterly humiliate – Olympia-caliber male bodybuilders; nothing even approaches this Korean musclegirl’s combination of size, shape, and hardness… and Es has yet to pump herself up! She’s not even close to her monstrous pumped-up max, and she’s already easily dwarfing males and oozing brute strength out of every pore.

Shamelessly bare-chested, Es proudly surveys her matchlessly muscled, naked Asian upper body and the tattered remnants of her muscle shirt lying all over the floor, and then fixes her eyes on him with predatory malice. As he turns sheet white and starts to babble for mercy, Es gloats “After I humiliate you in the gym, I’m going to do THAT to your entire body with these MUSCLES,.. simply FLEX you to pieces! Rip you apart! Crush you like a grape! EAT YOU ALIVE!!”

Topless, she chuckles evilly and perks her unholy massive pectoral slabs, striations bursting all over her breastless granite chest boulders, her girlish Asian nipples twitching menacingly. After a couple more pec clenches that could move tons of iron like mere feathers, Es’ veiny, rock-hard pecs not only bulge more than a foot from her clavicles, but are also permanently striated from armpit to cleavage. He stares in awe and terror at a naked female Korean chest of such inhuman pectoral development that it would make powerlifters weep in frustrated envy.

She is a nightmare of muscularity! Es grins again and spreads lats that would utterly eclipse the largest, tallest Olympic swimmer’s. Es snarls, and inhumanly, spreads even wider, her ridiculously huge lats growing to the point they actually lift her shoulders up and squeeze up hard against her inner triceps head, now nearly a foot of massive girlbeef visible under her arms on each side! Es is a truly hulking, freakish MONSTROSITY! “It’s time to get on your knees, bitch!” she growls lecherously, "Start worshipping this totally yoked Asian muscle god!”

As he tumbles down before her in helpless awe and terror, Es picks up a 45lb plate like it weighs an ounce, casually tossing and catching it with one hand like it’s a light Frisbee. Then making sure he’s looking at how effortlessly she’s playing with it, Es holds it right in front of his face. He pales as he notices her strong fingers are actually denting the surface of the metal with the sheer power of her grip.

But his mind is about to be truly blown with what happens next, for with a grin of pure dominance, Es taunts “Do you know how strong I have to be to do THIS?” and squashes the solid iron 45lb plate together like it’s a paper plate, not a hint of any effort at all visible on her features. He yelps in utter terror of her incomprehensible strength, but Es isn’t done. She wrings the plate like a towel, making the metal scream as she easily twists it into a cylinder, her unstoppable Korean muscles rippling and bulging frighteningly as Es effortlessly performs a feat of strength even several men together could not begin to duplicate.

“I’m stronger than you can even imagine,” she purrs, slowly waving the twisted metal tauntingly before his eyes, proof of her inhuman muscular strength, and enjoys his shocked awe… she gets off on her own strength! But Es still isn’t done. Looming menacingly over him as a naked female Asian muscle-colossus, Es snarls “And I’m getting even stronger than that!” as she flexes her entire monstrous upper body to insane proportions of shredded Korean girlbeef, and completely crumples the mangled 45lbplate like tin foil into a ball.

Veins puff seemingly out of every square inch of skin to feed even more insane strength to her growing muscles! As Es growls and compresses it smaller and smaller, her incredible muscles balloon bigger and bigger with the impossible strength needed to crush a solid metal 45lb plate into something the shape and size of an elongated baseball. Her tan Asian skin visibly shrink-wrapped onto grotesquely protruding muscle fibers and veins, Es’ topless Korean physique is truly unearthly: her arms are now well past 24”, her huge upper torso far more than doubling her trim waist. Not an ounce of fat is visible at all on Es’ topless body –literally every inch of her is shredded into striations and veins, her muscles so big they threaten to rupture her own skin!

…to be cont'd…

[Tigersan]

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