[reaper0002000]

Oops — don't know how I missed copying and posting half of what I intended, so here's the rest…
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…cont'd….

“Well?” The Monster grasps his throat with one hand, her steel-smashing fingers toying menacingly with his neck, forcing him to rejoin the present. “How much weight?” she repeats. For her, crushing him to death now would only take two fingers, snapping his head off a mere flick of her wrist. “Over a thousand pounds,” he gurgles softly, barely managing a whisper. Es cocks an eyebrow. “This weak twig is too short – it won’t let me load more,” she says, a little irritated, and his eyes widen in shock. More? Es smirks at his reaction. “I can outlift the equipment in every gym,” she says matter-of-factly, and lifts his body off the bench as if he were an infant. He dangles there for several seconds as The Monster smugly shows off her raw strength before releasing him.

He stumbles before finding his balance, rubbing at his neck as she takes her seat on the incline bench. He stares at her in awe, drinking in the sheer godlike muscularity of the nude Korean beast in front of him. She is matchless. By placing her hands in position on the bending bar, the full immensity of Esther’s naked upper torso is on display. Enormous, winglike lats that almost take up the span of the incline bench between its posts before tapering at an obscene angle to her narrow, shredded waist. On the backdrop of the gargantuan, inhumanly flaring back is built the monstrous superstructure of her massive, breastless pectoral slabs.

Her he-man chest is so overgrown with muscle that her tiny, Asian little-girl nipples are pointing at the floor, their flesh-colored nubs subsumed in visibility by the continent-sized, inhumanly shredded girlbeef bursting above. Girlbeef piled so amazingly high that even at the 45 degree slope of the incline press, the top of her thick pectoral boulders still bulge upwards, her collarbones completely covered by inches of rock-hard chest sinew. He gasps as he realizes how enormously thick Esther’s pecs are by their depth at her shockingly deep, apparently bottomless armpit, where the overdeveloped junction of deltoid, pec, bicep, and lat muscles all interconnect. There, her pecs are actually several inches thick, even in their stretched position with arms raised over her head. In fact, the thickness of her pecs are exceeded only by the thickness of her lats beneath the cavernous vault of underarm. Following each arm out, the jutting lower heads of Es’ hulking triceps reveal their freakish size and full, furiously peaked shape.

He watches, all but hypnotized, as Es smoothly lifts a 1000lb-plus barbell of the inline frame and lowers the bending bar till the bottom of the steel arch touches the peak of her monstrous pecs. In complete control, she glances at him with a slight smile. “This is almost four times your max flat bench, bitch,” the girlbeast hisses. “Oh, can I lift it?” she says coquettishly, in mock distress, thin lips curling crookedly. Without any effort visible on her long Asian face, the incredibly muscular hellioness simply powers up the fully loaded bar, her ungodly pecs bunching into vein-sprawled masses of individual striated fibers. “Easily,” Es says evenly, looking at him menacingly.

For his part, he’s literally  breathless at the unprecedented feat of strength. And the unimaginable chest beef accomplishing that feat, for her pecs are truly brutal behemoths, shredded to hell and back. And if he thought that she couldn’t become more monstrous, Es proves him wrong. All his color drains and he whimpers in utter disbelief, as with unrelenting, perfect form, Esther drops the weight down and incline benches over 1000lbs again. And again. And yet again. As unstoppable as a chain reaction, pistoning more weight than humanly comprehensible. Her pecs take on the sheen of fully stretched skin, knotted veins crawling swollen over wildly flexing steel fibers as she pumps up. Thick protruding ridges of beef comprise her entire chest, as if layers of steel have been added one atop the other in creating her sliced pectoral loaves.  The Monster grits her large white teeth in a smile, clearly enjoying the exertion, her insurmountable will feeding her intensity as she starts to strain at a dozen reps.

He’s again on his knees before the nude muscle deity before him, swooning. He stares at the twin muscular monoliths of her bare, indescribable chest, the small, breastless nipples now erect with arousal beneath giant vascular mesas of Korean she-beef. At rep fifteen, she hurls the barbell upwards and back with a jubilant roar, exerting such power that the ungodly weight is launched a good twelve feet into the air, before smashing into the ground with a truly deafening clamor. The loaded, already mangled bar is snapped upon hitting the floor, cratering and crushing parts of the concrete. Twenty-two 45lb plates scatter in all directions, rebounding, even distorting from the sheer force of impact. It is a display of strength that ventures far beyond the abilities of any mere mortal.

As The Monster rises from the bench, her huge, shit-eating smile is unmistakable. She can actually feel herself growing.  Getting bigger. Harder. Stronger.  Es surveys with satisfaction the ribbed, veined platters of her upper pecs.  With the exception of her feminine nipples, the nude Korean girl possess the ultimate masculine chest, and she clenches them into otherworldly shapes and angles, far beyond what any male could even conceive.. and with a striated hardness that would shatter granite like glass.  No one has ever approached the  perfection of her muscular development, and now she has exceeded even that! Her gaze falls on the trembling, semi-conscious male form at her feet.  With the strength she possesses, Esther could literally smear him across her pumped pecs like a bug on a windshield.

…to be cont'd…

[Mr.Shhh]

Great stuff, like usual.  I like that we finally get to see E strain a bit!

[reaper0002000]

And I'm back…. ;D

…cont'd….

In contempt, Es seizes him by his hair and drags him across the floor to the squat rack, uncaring of how his scalp tears from her grasp. She maneuvers his body as easily as a monster would a helpless infant in its merciless grip, and finally drops him in the middle of the gym’s squat rack. He grabs onto his head, his hands becoming soaked in blood from the torn flesh of his scalp, and moans in pain.

He barely registers Esther once again accumulating 45lb plates from all over the gym, loading them on several at a time on the storage pins of the squat rack. Running out of plates that she hasn’t used yet, the Asian musclegod is forced to pick up the damaged disks from her bench press effort. Upon inspection, some of them are so badly bent that they wouldn’t fit onto the rack. No matter. With her bare hands, the Monster simply bends the 45lb plates back to their original shape, some of them two at a time, nonchalantly exerting more strength in her amazing arms than a roomful of bodybuilders can generate. And when she’s unable to fit more plates onto the storage rods, Es wrinkles her nose in irritation and with a grunt, compresses the plates together, making them buckle and squelch beneath her unopposable hands. Finally, some fifty plates are squashed onto the rack, and the steel struts that consist its hollow frame are straining to maintain their integrity beneath well past 2000lbs of weight.

The loud squeal of metal catches his attention, and this time it’s not the anguish of a plate being deformed beneath Es’ uncaring hands. He sees that the nude Korean musclebeast has taken two Olympic bars and has them right next to each other in parallel, gripping both bars together with each hand. With her immensely powerful grip, the Monster’s fingers have actually crushed the solid steel bars together, forcing the hardened metal of each bar to accommodate in shape to its counterpart and to her hellaciously strong hands. Additional scrunching sounds are heard as Es plays with the hardened alloy in her hands, her veiny forearms ballooning and rippling and bulging with ungodly power.

“Wraps,” she utters derisively, glancing down at him as she maneuvers the double bar beneath — not over —  the waist-high parallel horizontal struts of the rack, “Who needs ‘em?” She clenches her hands again, and the metal howls in protest as it is once again deformed by her mangling grip. “Not when you’ve got forearms like mine,” Es chuckles, admiring the piled slabs of shredded sinew that undulate beneath the snaking veins and smooth, lightly-haired skin of her lower arms.

The naked Asian musclegirl straddles him, her feet about shoulder width apart, her mancrushing sex emerging menacingly below and between her chiseled hips. In a display of flexibility that is completely  unanticipated in one so astonishingly muscular, Es swoops down in a squat that brings her head beneath the bar. She stoops with such speed that her nightmare groin rams into his torso with unimaginable force, the steel-hard, jutting sex meat driving into his abdomen like a sledgehammer. She purrs loudly as she grinds on him, her hairy fuck mountain making his spine crack as it is displaced from the front. With a grunt of satisfaction, Es simply stands up.

He had stared at his stopwatch, disbelieving the time he’d just recorded. The 18 year-old Es had just flashed across the finish line at under 8 seconds. A 100 meters sprint done in a time that’s a full second under the world record. The teenager had smashed – no, completely annihilated – the world record in front of his very eyes, against a strong breeze and as a matter of course for her wind sprint training. At age 18, Es had just become the fastest human alive, and by far. She’d jogged up to him, the fully separated, vascular animals of her legs testimony to the dominating strength those young muscles possessed.

“You’ve just broken the world record,” he had managed to utter. The Korean teenager’s long gorgeous face had broken into a grin. “Again?” she’d smirked, deliberately stretching her amazing legs for his benefit. “You, uh, crushed it this time…a full second,” his eyes locked on the freakish musculature rippling on her lower limbs. “You’ve got to tell someone,” he’d said almost plaintively. In response, Es roughly took the stopwatch away from him, and he’d looked at her suddenly serious expression with surprise. She’d raised the stopwatch in front of his face.

“You tell anyone,” the young Asian musclegirl had warned, her fingers slowly clenching and making the sturdy plastic start to audibly crumple, “and I’ll do this…” He’d stared as her veined forearms bulged, and she exerted far more force than the device could withstand, utterly pulverizing it with her grip strength. “…to you between my legs,”  The teenaged Es had said nastily, flexing her unbelievable quads and calves before her now fearful male companion as she opened her hand to show the shattered remains of the stopwatch.

…to be cont'd…

[Ad_Meyer]

Great work, as usual! (^^)

However, there seems to be some missing paragraphs in your latest post:

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>him, her hairy fuck mountain making his spine crack as it is displaced from the front. With a grunt of satisfaction, Es simply stands up.
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  (Something seems to be missing here, and the scene seems to have jumped)
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>He had stared at his stopwatch, disbelieving the time he’d just recorded. The 18 year-old Es had just flashed across the finish line at >under 8 seconds. A 100 meters sprint done in a time that’s a full second under the world record. The teenager had smashed – no, >completely annihilated – the world record in front

[Tigersan]

Nop nothing's missing. Its intentional so called "retrospection" back to the past, maybe hes
refreshing his memories while being crushed 😉

[reaper0002000]

The Tigger is c-o-r-r-e-c-t…!

I'm flashing back and forth, just as I have been this entire thread. And I guess it can be confusing, even jarring (the latter is intentional, the former is not). What I could have done is changed the font or used italics to indicate the flashback, but if I were to do that now, then I'd have to modify every past post to make it consistent.

Nyah, too much work — and this thread is about to end….

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[reaper0002000]

…cont'd…

Returning to the present straddled between Es legs, he stares at her flabbergasted. Her latest feat is simply incomprehensible. By standing, Es has squatted the entire squat rack, ripping out the four 5-inch steel bolts that had fastened it to the concrete floor. Fifty 45lb plates plus the weight of the rack, more than 2500lbs driven up by the power of The Monster’s legs. An unapproachable display of strength by the young musclegrrl.

She suspends the enormous weight on her equally enormous shoulders, sufficient weight to pulverize the man whimpering between her voluminous columns of raw unappeasable strength as easily as an ant. Es makes eye contact with her former lover and trainer, now an insignificant speck compared to her might. He whitens in fear at the unspeakable aggression and dominance in her black eyes. Her eyes blazing but her face still expressionless, she slowly squats down again, the suspended weight rack moving with eerie calm as Es lowers it with fearsomely controlled power. The Monster sinks herself down till she has achieved a low stoop, a posture far beyond what any powerlifter would ever endorse with even trivial amounts of weight, let alone the massive 2500lb loaded rack on her mighty shoulders. Her sizzling meat again smashes into his midsection, the hiary pumped-up groin utterly unyielding as it again punches deep into his torso, making him cry out in pain from her mighty sex’s blow.

Es stands up again, the anacondas in her legs writhing and ballooning to a spectacular degree as they striate and then cross-striate into a hardness that would defy diamonds. Her ass is an equally viciously shredded mass, hideously ripped to an extent that would exceed any male bodybuilder’s most grainy bodypart. Then with smooth, almost machine-like efficiency, the ultimate Korean monster performs rep after rep of stunningly deep squats with the entire rack, until her legs are so fully pumped to the point that the engorged, protruding muscle fibers are about to burst straight through her smooth Asian skin. She looks fully capable of overpowering a locomotive, forcing it backwards on the track for miles with those unopposable legs!

For her amazing lower limbs truly defy words.The peaked jagged calves that would shame a man's thighs are so deeply and perfectly chiseled that they can only be matched by the balloons of sculpted beef that are Es' thighs. Her quads hang like pregnant teardrops of sliced steel, so fully separated that only her deformed bowling ball hamstrings could compete with their ribboned, dented and jagged peaks. Of course, Es' ass is the freakiest part of all. Harder than any steel and the ultimate in shattered condition, the Asian's veined buttocks are as strong as any machine made, capable of turning solid rock into dust with a single clench, or a human skull into remnants that a trash compactor would find diiffficult to outcrush…

On her last squat, Es powers upward with truly explosive force, surging up with such power that the double bar is lifted well over a foot of her enormous traps, wherein she engages her arms and shoulders in a monstrous military press to further heave more than 2500lb skyward and away. With another roar like her last bench rep, Es flings this entire apparatus halfway across the gym. It sails to the two-story high ceiling, before hurtling back down… If the sound before of the 1000lb plus barbell dropping had sounded like thunderclaps, the sonic results of this even heavier, larger piece of overstrained equipment exploding on landing would eclipse that. This time, the sound generated is more like that of a F5 tornado touching down. A F5 by the name of Esther – a young Asian musclebeast who is an unstoppable force of nature.

The inside of the gym is all but destroyed as the massive squat rack crumples benches, weight stations  and universal machines like wire ties upon its shattering, cratering impact. Dozens of 45lb missiles are sent flinging in all directions, further smashing other equipment, knocking others over before some disks even embed themselves in the gym walls. An Olympic bar is sent flying off its mount towards the nude Korean, and with almost casual effort, Es plucks the incoming metal bar out of the air with her left hand and immediately uses it to swat aside a mangled 45lb disk that rolls towards her. She eyes the staff in her hand, and a conceited smile splits her long beautiful features as she looks down, over at him…

…to be cont'd…

[Anonymous]

INTENSE!!
Cant' wait for some more…

[Ad_Meyer]

Great work as ever!  ;D  ;D

Now that the Gym is practically ruined, we must be nearing the climax, in more than one sense  😉

I wonder what "Mild" means in "Mild Gore"… It's not as if Al Gore's going to turn up in the Gym…

[reaper0002000]

Thanks! — I appreciate your, um…appreciation.

You got a point [scratches head] about the "mild gore".
Guess what I meant was that the gore in this scene was alluded to, not graphically and voluminously described like what Es does in "Termination Alley", for instance.

And yes, there is a climax of sorts… it has to do with Es' "special muscles"  😉

Best wishes
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