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I actually wrote THREE possible endings (one of the reasons it initially took so long, even without my technical issues) and considered putting it to a poll to let readers decide which ending they wanted.

Then that idea fizzled. Went up in smoke, really.

And now, with a nod to the morally-inclined demographic of this thread's readership (to consider who Mercy has killed AND who she has let live thus far), what I'm left with is this thought…

You'll want him dead.

Best wishes,
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I have HAD it with this computer-thingamajig — somebody give me a freakin' QUILL and PARCHMENT…! OK, so here's the deal: I'm going to post what I recover, a little at a time. Hope ya'll don't mind.

Exasperatedly yours,
Reap

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…con'td…

“I’m all muscle. Everywhere.”

The muscles of Mercy were utterly unimaginable, even between her legs.

He stared, agog. Mercy wasn’t wearing any underwear, and beneath her ample bush, it was plainly obvious that even her crotch was stuffed and overstuffed with hideous muscularity. She was mind-boggling; never had any sex organ evolved into something so visibly powerful. Mercy’s overdeveloped vulva actually resembled a jutting ribcage, her internal vaginal muscles so hypertrophied they actually protruded externally in bulging, iron bands of shredded sex beef.

Her labia was so hardened with striated fuck muscle, it was actually serrated with steely, individual muscle fibers protruding like jagged teeth. Her cunt muscles were so impossibly developed that Mercy actually possessed the fabled vagina dentata of myth – but her muscularly fanged pussy far exceeded the legend of the merely incising cunt. Mercy’s vaginal jaws were not only steel hard, but had the strength to completely crush diamonds to dust.

Just as ungodly as her fearsome, man-eating slit appeared, her huge clitoris was unimaginably pumped. The thick stud protruded out those heavy vaginal jaws, a squat sexual outcropping of erectile rock. And not only was it overdeveloped, Mercy’s clitoris was actually muscular, impossibly muscular, sculpted to a truly inhuman degree of sexual smooth muscle that only Mercy could possibly achieve. Her entire sex was so hard it far outclassed both genders of the rest of humanity, just like her muscular development.

Mercy moved right up to him, straddled the chair and stood over him, breathtakingly nude and utterly menacing with that bared, unstoppable groin weapon between her legs. Her beauty and muscularity were truly an unprecedented combination – she encapsulated physical perfection, covering and exceeding the entire spectrum from the female Figure to the male Olympia bodybuilding title.

In fact, she was the one person who could unify all the Olympia titles: surpass the entire Figure contest with her beauty, level the Fitness portion with her athleticism, and absolutely dominate both female AND male Bodybuilding ranks with her freakish proportionate mass and conditioning. Mercy was simply matchless, a physical specimen evolved beyond either gender. The current Figure holder was homely compared to Mercy’s beauty, while Mr. Olympia looked like a shapeless stick compared to her physique. And as to what was between her legs, there wasn’t even a contest –

Mercy lowered herself onto him, giving him an eyeful of her shredded massive pecs, and spread her lats so wide that she completely filled his field of view. She hadn’t spread fully before, and he goggled as the girl boundlessly grew wings beneath her arms. Her aroused scent completely overwhelmed him, addling his brain and making him breathless with lust. Struggling helplessly against her overwhelming sexuality, he felt his groin stir with a mind of its own.

Mercy lustfully moaned, a sordid throaty sound that was as irresistible as the sirens of myth. He stared at a perfectly developed chest of young beef whose sheer brute muscular eroticism had no equal. She was more perfectly muscular than the entire Mr. O lineup, and sexier than a stageful of porn stars.  With a speed that amazed him, he soon involuntarily obtained the largest erection of his life… but was utterly outmatched by the supremely evolved groin that Mercy sported. 

Nonetheless, his tenting trousers abutted up against the hairy monstrosity of Mercy’s dripping groin as she straddled him. Feeling his erection poke impotently at her far mightier genitalia, Mercy smiled knowingly. Therapist or not, he was just like the rest; nothing could resist her… or survive her.

…to be cont'd…

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My thanks to Ayanamifan for a positively splendifitabulous render of Mercy… ;D

Now the bad news:

As you might have guessed, I was going to post the final part of this story last week. Due to major technical issues, I will probably be unable to complete "The Muscles of Mercy" to my satisfaction within the upcoming several weeks or so. My apologies to all those who have read along and wanted to see the end sooner. I promise it will go out with a proverbial (okay, literal) BANG.

And while I'll still be around… yes, I am going into "retirement."  Or at the very least, semi-retirement.

Best wishes,
Reap

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A little off topic, but which actress (or fitness/figure/bodybuilder) would be on the wishlist to play CAMMY, who was always the more overtly muscular…and according to some storylines, chemically strength-enhanced… female character?

My first thought for an actress would be a Blade:Trinity-level Jess Biel, but she'd look like she could snap Kristin like a toothpick, so no dice there. In terms of fitness athletes, I'd be looking hard at Mindi O'Brien, even though Cammy would be cast younger.

Any thoughts?

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Thanks, I don't think you'll be disappointed in the upcoming final sequence. I'm re-editing it significantly at this point, and will finish it off very soon.

I'd like to offer my appreciation for all those who've read The Monster series and "The Muscles of Mercy", and especially to those who have posted on them. "The Muscles of Mercy" is the last and longest story I've completed, and hopefully I've managed to save the best work for last.

Best wishes,
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Very snazzy, T-san!
I'm with Lupus on the non-blue variation preference, though… maybe she only "hulks out" to the invincible form whenever she feels like it?
Anyway, extremely impressive!

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…cont'd…

Mercy abruptly stood up to her full 5’8” height as he flinched and cowered in the chair, sweating bullets as she loomed barechested over him. Her massive, flaring lats were fully visible from the front, pushing her huge chiseled arms out at 45 degrees and they were so broad, so vast that Mercy completely eclipsed him in her shadow. Her flare was so dramatic she actually looked like a gigantic winged creature about to prey upon him.

As she breathed, he fully registered, for the first time, the absolutely insane muscularity Mercy possessed even on her stomach. She didn’t have just six pack abs, or even an eight pack… the girl had a clear TEN pack. Two columns and five amazing rows of inch-thick blocks, fully separated even at rest. Only her tiny, sexy navel disrupted the jagged perfection of her magnificent abs. Abs so deep that one could lose a digit between the inhuman jutting bricks of hardened flesh. The muscular detail on her torso was something that Michelangelo would have been at a loss to capture on sculpted perfection. Surrounding the grid of abdominal ingots were individual slashing fingers of sinew that made up a stunning side-armor of steely obliques. The girl’s flesh was so hard, a sledge hammer would shatter itself against her midsection. Mercy was in better condition than any contest-ready professional bodybuilder, and it was an ordinary day for her. No man or woman could match her beyond perfect genetic structure, or inhuman level of conditioning. It was a realization that became even more pronounced when Mercy reached for the waist of her skirt…

“That's just the beginning…”

She tore off her long wrapped skirt, turning around as she did so. He wheezed, uncomprehending at the bared spectacle before his eyes, the magnificent revelation of her nude ass. Mercy possessed a rear that he wouldn’t have believed to be humanly possible. It couldn’t be described as “tight” – her buttocks weren’t just in the same league as the most shredded male bodybuilder’s glutes, they were in another world. Hell, another universe. Mercy’s haunches were so deeply hollowed at their sides, the psychologist could probably have fit his entire hand in her carved, notched butt dimples. Every gluteal muscle wasn’t only separated, or even striated, her entire ass was actually ridged in three dimensions, carved from her waist to her bulging hamstrings. To his astonishment, Mercy’s shrunken – but paradoxically bulging –  gluteal blocks looked like they had been hewn from layers of sedimentary rock, but even that comparison couldn’t do her justice: the truth was she could actually crush such rock to sand between those amazingly hard, chiseled buttocks. She possessed the freakiest, scariest ass on the planet. And emerging from that unholy beast of gluteal granite, as that earlier glimpse of her huge jagged calves had suggested, were legs as monstrously muscular as Mercy’s arms. 

Oaken thighs each the size of his waist sprouted out of her ludicrously narrow haunches, completely carved into massive, rippling pillars of brute might. Mercy’s hamstrings were the equal of her freakish arm biceps, so full and peaked that they suggested actual hams had been stuffed into those leg biceps. The sweep of her quads seemed almost unnatural, so full were her muscle bellies that they looked ready to spew out of the gigantic hanging teardrops they formed. And even the slightest movement sent caused striations to deeply feather the granite beef that constituted the stronggirl’s hugely sculpted thighs. It didn’t seem possible that any mortal flesh could ever appear as hard appearing, but it was plainly visible right in front of him. Each muscle was the size of most other bodybuilders’ muscle groups. It was no longer a wonder how Mercy could actually catch a speeding vehicle when she had legs like these.

Between her slim ankles and small knees were the wonders of her calves and front shin muscles. Her anterior lower leg muscles were so well developed they were the size of a normal man’s calves, and visibly far harder. Behind them and her fully covered shin bone flared the double-headed beasts that he’d caught a glimpse of earlier, but were now fully exposed in all their shocking glory.  Mercy didn’t have calves; she didn’t even have cows. She had bulls on the back of her lower legs, hulking oxen that made a mockery of anything someone else could flex and call a calve muscle.  The extent of mass and separation of those strapping hulks made her look like she could leap and launch herself onto rooftops if she so desired. Mercy was so far beyond anyone else that Mercy could only be compared to, well, Mercy.  And as he stared agog at the muscular revelation of her lower body, the therapist could not help but notice the protruding network of veins that ran everywhere like rivers all over  the bulging, striated muscle bellies, especially the large-bore vessels that ran from her feet all the way up and into her…

Dear God…
“I’m all muscle. Everywhere.”

…to be cont'd…

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I know exactly what you mean about proofing — there's always a little tweak to be made, and alas, it's not possible on this board anymore.

Just wanted to add my voice to the chorus: nicely done!
Looking forward to more,
Reap

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Stupid Windows Vista. Anyway, happy new year — back on line!

Reap
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…cont'd…

“You do find me sexy, don’t you…” she said huskily, her voice laden with threat as she affirmed the answer to her own question. A slight twisted smile played on her lips. Nothing that beautiful could also ever have seemed as sinister as the look on Mercy’s gorgeous face. Never breaking eye contact, she licked her top lip and then her bottom one, as if she was savoring his heart-pounding terror.

Still seated, Mercy reached for and grasped the heavy, solid knob of the door beside her, the room’s only exit. She twisted the lock on the door with a definitive click, and looked at him meaningfully. He swallowed hard, realizing that she was intentionally locking him in with her;  there was no other way out. Then to his disbelieving eyes, with one sinewy hand, Mercy simply twisted the knob right off the door. It didn’t even look like she had tried to do it; there was no jerk or dramatic eruption of bulging muscle, just the casual separation of the solid metal knob from the rest of the lock as it provided all the resistance of soft wax against the incomprehensible might of Mercy. He started to hyperventilate.

As if to add punctuation to her question, Mercy leaned forward and held up the broken brass knob right in front of his face, muscles rippling all over her topless physique. Numbed, he barely seemed to register the sight: he was mesmerized by the hard sapphire eyes. He was all but hypnotized, as the incredible blue-eyed beauty with the barechested, unbelievably muscular body offered up the evidence of her shocking strength, inches from his glazed eyes. With a smirk, Mercy slowly waved it in front of him, patiently drawing his attention until blinking, he managed to focus fully on the snapped-asunder knob in the palm of her hand.

When she saw she had he was concentrating on the knob right before him, she closed her fingers on it… and crushed it like a marshmallow. The metal imploded, actually deforming, flowing, and shattering around her unstoppable fingers with screeches and crunches as her hand closed into a fist of ungodly strength. He stared agog at her fist, at the sinews visible beneath the skin of her barely fuzzed knuckles, at the large veins that protruded, feeding even more strength where no more strength was even conceivable. Mercy smiled ominously, and the man cowered away, afraid that she would send her fist straight through his head – he knew deep down that his skull was clearly all but an eggshell to her. Instead her fist slowly unclenched, and the sight of the solid metal knob’s remains sent him into more palpitations — all that was left were the pulverized pieces on the floor, and on her hardened palm were tiny crumbs of absolutely annihilated metal, shattered beyond any recognition. Mercy had done that with one bare hand. Without any exertion whatsoever.

He started to cry softly, mortified by her effortless demonstration of unmitigated power. There really hadn’t been any doubt before, but for him, this up-close display of brute strength struck the point home: Mercy was the girl in the report. The muscles. The strength. It could be no one else. And she had just made escaping the room impossible.

“Watch” she ordered.

Still boring holes through him with her blazing blue eyes, Mercy took the mangled metal and pushed it hard onto her own bare chest, right where a breast should have been. Instead, all that was there was a massive, ridged slab of veiny pectoral muscle, and a small, feminine nipple. She smiled as she pressed harder and tensed the huge pec into freakish shredded prominence, stimulating herself as her brown sex nub started to fully erect. More veins rolled to the surface, and Mercy shut her eyes with a sordid, erotic moan. Her musk again inundated the room, making him sweat in terror and arousal as the scent of her sweet strength saturated the air.

She removed her hand from her pec, showing just how hard she had pressed the metal crumbs of the shattered knob against her unyielding chest muscle. He gasped, stunned. Her strength was so great that the metal had been plastered into a paper-thin patch over her nipple; it was so compressed so thin that it looked like brass paint. He could see every detail of her sexy areola outlined, and the etches of her striated pec. With a nasty snicker, Mercy again perked her pecs, causing individual veins and muscle fibers to emerge, bending the thin metal and making her nipples leap. She again licked her lips in arousal, and flexing harder and harder, concentrating on actually flexing just her lower pecs. the area around her nipples. Her aroused, hellishly hardened brown nub burst out of the metal as it flicked with her dancing chest sinew, causing the worn brass to disintegrate into flakes. She grinned at her strength and the psychologist gripped the chair, his face and knuckles white at her immense musclepower. Terrified out of his mind. And he didn’t even know what Mercy was truly capable of; that her erect nipples could shred hardened steel, that she could snap layers of inch-thick steel chain with a mere twitch of her hulking, breastless pecs.

…to be cont'd…

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Thanks to all of you for the kind words! I am considering posting a short scene  — yes, a new one — of The Monster somewhere; haven't decided if it will go here, brawna, or even saradas (the latter because I need "karma" *eyes rolling*). Anyways, a little more of Mercy is soon forthcoming.

Season's Greetings,
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