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Wow, looks like I managed to derail the thread a bit…

Hopefully we see Mr.Shhh back soon with the next installment —

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I think we should all form a club, where we recycle our own and everyone else's ideas in nonstop fashion, repackaging cliches and blindly congratulating each other for our originality…

…
Oh, wait a minute: that's my workplace.

Really, I think that in this esoteric genre, some redundancy is unavoidable. For my part, I'm glad for everyone's contributions. It's not like anyone gets paid for doing this.
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Um, no one getting paid, right?

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Oh, you are SO kidding me….

Read this from my (as yet unposted) Mercy story:

In fact, Mercy 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.

First he takes the name of my character, and then he takes a concept… ???

Of course, I'm kidding — Mr.Shhh had no clue that we both used the same idea, and I remember reading about the "unified champion" several years ago in a DtV story. There's truly nothing new under the sun… but I'm still gonna enjoy what Mr. Shhh comes up with!
;D
Regards,
Reap

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ba…du…ghe….mi……

*brain now the consistency of mushed sweet potatoes*

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…cont'd…

And he snaps back into the present, with The Monster securely lip-locking him in a devastating, intractable kiss as she entraps him between her legs. In the top position of her leg lift,  she is suspending him off the ground with unreal abdominal strength while hanging off the pullup bar herself. Alarmed at the memories of what happened four years ago, he tries to break off the kiss, but to his horror, finds that he cannot.

Es’ mouth is like an industrial vacuum, her suction force ever increasing to near tornado-like power, drawing air from him with such power that it feels like his lungs are about to implode. Like she is capable of collapsing his entire chest cavity and simply inhaling his innards through his mouth into her own. But that is only part of his worries, for the uberpowerful Korean is now bringing her legs down, forcing his torso ever lower even as his face is still glued to hers by her ferocious kiss.

He flails with desperation, trying to prevent the imminent cleaving of his head from his body in a way reminiscent of – but directly opposite to – what Es almost did to him that very first night. Audible pops and crackles accompany the burning sensation of shearing ligaments and tendons all over his spine, especially at his neck and the base of his skull as the nude, sadistic musclegirl relentlessly lowers her legs… And this time, Es has gained such strength – in her lungs and mouth, of all places – that she doesn’t even need to use her mankilling arms to do tear him in two. Just her devouring kiss will do it; a kiss strong enough to fasten his head in place while her legs wrench his body clear off his skull!

Just as he is certain that his neck will be severed, or that his lungs sucked up through his windpipe and right out of his body, The Monster ends her kiss with a lick of her lips. She smiles at the terror in his eyes and says evenly “You’re lucky, bitch. I’ve literally eaten a man’s lungs that way – sucked them right out of his own mouth. Right before I separated his head from his body. But I’ve got other plans for you… Oh, yeah…” Es chuckles huskily and again launches him several yards away by throwing her legs in the air and releasing him a little over halfway up. As she watches his body tumble through the air flailing, the nude musclebeast lands on her feet lightly and sardonically remarks “He’s gonna get his frequent flyer miles today..” and saunters towards him, the amazing musculature in every part of her spectacular body undulating into freakish peaks and striations at even the slightest of movements.

He lands in a heap, rolling into the deadlift station and wincing as the steel platform digs into his thigh. He catches his breath, feels himself gingerly over, somewhat surprised that his ribs aren’t broken. Yet. As he clambers awkwardly to his feet, the nude, monstrously muscled Asian is already upon him, and Es shoves him back down with a mere twitch of her wrist.  He cowers before her relentless gaze, her physical presence simply overwhelming him.

The Monster regards the equipment behind him, and a slight smile appears on her lips. “What’s the most you can lift off the ground?” Es inquires casually, placing a foot on the Olympic bar and causing a rippling montage of striated bulges to appear on her hellish trackstar legs. Her hugely bulbous calve surges to jutting, jagged splendor as she toys with the idea of snapping the Olympic bar under her foot like a twig, making the solid steel bend dangerously. Eying the groaning bar, he manages “Um, maybe 400… deadlift.”

Es snickers, and orders “Put it on.” She releases the tortured bar beneath her perfect foot, causing it to nearly jump off its rack as it rebounds to its normal shape.  Nervously he scampers to comply, heaving one large 45lb plate at a time one each end. Impatient, The Monster shoves him aside, just her unearthly power sending him sprawling several yards away. The nude Korean musclebeast grabs THREE plates in each hand, her enormous hand strength sending her fingertips into the metal disks as she slaps the iron onto the bar with clearly accustomed ease. She turns and looks at him, “That’s 405. Go lift it.”

Gulping, he gets on the iron platform and nervously rubs his hands, hoping he can duplicate his single-rep max. All of a sudden, he has a flashback of when an 18 year-old Esther, under his instruction, started to learn how to deadlift on this very platform. While watching her form then, he could not help but admire her already formidable leg musculature – okay, admittedly her amazing ass, sculpted from years of track – push its way to fully separated prominence, and later to striated peaks with weights that experienced lifters could barely budge. It took no time for her deadlifts to start matching his own as he encouraged his genetically-gifted pupil.

“Watch your form… bitch,” Es jeered, jarring him back to the role-reversed present. Here he was, under her far more malevolent scrutiny at the deadlift bar, her nude, impossibly muscular physique far surpassing his own by light years. He was positive that 405lbs was at best a mere warmup for that incredible body of hers. Gathering himself within like he taught her countless times, he focuses all his attention, reaches down and heaves the bar… and manages to get it off the rack. Straining, he forces the bar up inch by inch, trembling and exerting all his energies into his legs and back, struggling against the relentless pull of gravity. With a final burst, he barely attains the top position before the bar is torn from his grasp by the earth, clattering back down onto the mount in a cacophony. Chest heaving from the effort, he falls back away from the deadlift station, leaning heavily against the adjacent Smith machine.

… to be cont'd…

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Geeze Reaper, sorry for stepping on your toes with the name 😮 .  I just had a look at the email and there it is.  I appologize.  Must have been a subliminal influence.  Mercy certainly is a cool name for a powerful muscle chick!

Hey, no problem — just like there's gotta be more than one totally buffed-out Mercy on the planet… though I strongly suspect that our descriptions will be quite similar for her physique, since you and I tend towards the same things: gigantic back, huge shredded chest, freakish arms, tiny waist and hips, a nightmare sex, massive thighs, colossal calves, gorgeous face and vascularity from head to toe.
Yummmm…. I can't wait to read it (obviously in the new thread)

Smashing job — you da man!
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Great start — hope you continue it!

Remember mt request for permission to mod one of your pictures? I included a short preview of my next story. It's kinda funny how we think along the same lines, 'cause that character's name is also "Mercy". Maybe it's because of the real (and muscular) girl I know with that name, but I've always somehow loved how it sounds….

Anyways, thanks for letting us know in the HARDBODY thread about this story!
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I don't know how it happened, but I originally posted an old version of the latest part of this scene.

Normally I would simply edit the post without comment, but the edited update is probably worth glancing at, since it may provide a little info that has some bearing later on ….

My apologies,
Reap 

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Absolutely sPECtacular… can't wait for the next one!

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Totally appreciate the kind comments, ya'll…

And so in honor of the 1000th view, permit me a continuation —
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…cont'd…

He stares at the Korean muscular monstrosity suspending him, his mind totally blown by the sight. Es is so massive that her naked, freakishly flared torso is taking up more and more of his view. Is it possible that she’s still actually growing before his eyes, getting bigger…? But with a shake of his head, he realizes that the reason she’s getting visibly bigger is because the Asian girl-juggernaut is starting to do leg lifts, bringing his head closer to her as she again uses him as dead weight to work her amazing abs.

He stares at the insane sight of her jagged stomach blocks, most of these living iron ingots well over an inch thick of hardened brawn, abdominal muscles so strong and hard that a solid iron poker has been mangled by their flexed shape! His gaze is drawn to the tufts of pubic hair nestled in the carved line below her navel that grow and spread into the sprawling forest of her Asian bush. He tries to avoid looking at the hellacious sex meat that far surpasses him, but is unable to tear his eyes from the otherworldly development of her groin.

“Oh, for God’s sake…” Es mocks him, noticing where his eyes are staring, “…don’t you have a one-tracked mind.” She abruptly grins – she’s the same way, but even more so. She dissects everyone with slit Asian eyes, her vision tearing off their clothing as she assess their sexual potential and durability.  As every man – including him – and woman has found out, her carnality is geometrically greater than anything her partners… her prey can even imagine. Her lust overshadows his like a forest fire compares to a candle.

This is more than evident in those burning black almonds of her eyes, which he finds himself looking into as she ab-lifts him to a somewhat vertical position, the sculpted pillars of her legs now parallel with her hanging torso. The nude Korean beast holds the position – and his 200lb suspended body – with absurd ease, the six, separated powerhouses of her abdominal wall generating enough strength to defy gravity for hours if she so demands. Alongside the amazing six pack, Es’ entire midsection is a dense ocean of rippling muscle, her slashing obliques so powerfully developed that her ribcage is visibly covered by deep, undulating waves of steely hardened sinew. She looks absolutely bulletproof.

He is now mere inches away from her long, beautiful face, and he is ever stunned hat she can still be so young and yet so malicious.  Her clean scent is overpowering him, making him woozy and triggering memories of their lovemaking now years past, her incomparable sexual abilities even at age 18 sending him into a frenzy of orgasms the like of which he never achieved again… but as it turned out, was a mere appetizer for her.

Es breathes, “Com’ere…” and four years fall away like ashes. He leans forward to kiss her, momentarily forgetting The Monster she has become. Her large mouth completely dominates his, like it always has…

Much like the time when he had first seen her then-18 year-old body completely revealed. Once in his apartment, the young Asian beauty had roughly torn off both their clothing and paused, as they stared at each other’s nakedness. Es had a smile on her face as she flaunted her nude, exceptionally muscled body, while his expression was more of wonder as he beheld the sight before him. The teenaged Esther was already amazingly well-muscled, complete with a dramatically flaring back and bulging, veined biceps. Packed shoulders led to broad, thick pecs which completely overshadowed their tiny breasts. A chiseled resting six pack led to an ample sprawling bush, and hips from which the mighty legs of a track champion emerged.

A clue to her unheard-of genetic muscle potential lay in the observation that although Es had only dabbled in upper body exercises but trained her legs enormously for track events, she was surprisingly proportionate in physique development. Training only part of her body, her legs, had managed to spur muscular development all over her unbelievable easy-gaining Korean body, and to a degree that most people would fail to attain in training their entire physique religiously. And now that the teenager had started seriously lifting, it was readily apparent that Es was an absolute muscle machine, simply superior by any perspective. Her gains were unimaginable.

That unimaginable superiority was something literally hammered into him this first time, and every time thereafter, in the way Es completely took over in sex, immediately and without hesitation. Without warning, the nude 18 year-old shoved him hard onto his bed, and before he could even react, literally pounced on him like a giant, muscular cat. She straddled him tightly, her bristling, rock-solid groin jutting deep into his torso, and pinned his shoulders painfully hard into the mattress with both hands. Her strength already so immense that it felt like the teenager was about to dislocate and tear out both his shoulders at once with her hold.

He tried to move, but found that he couldn’t budge her, and she grinned at his helplessness. Es loomed over him, her wide lats casting him in their shadow, her flaring back filling his upper field of view. The Korean teenager licked her lips and flexed her big pecs demonstratively. Her minuscule, hanging breasts all but disappeared as her brutish pectoral beef bunched into hardened slabs erupting with sheer power. She could bench more than twice her bodyweight with ease – more than he could, and by far. Her flexed chest was totally menacing with thick separations and veins, and he redoubled his efforts to undermine her, to the teenaged Korean girl’s amusement.

Grasping and trying to dislodge her pinning arms, even bend them at the elbow was totally futile: Es was strong. All he felt was unshakable sculpted muscle, bulging with strength, beneath the young smooth Asian skin. He gasped – her muscles were as hard as steel! His hands began exploring the thickened ridges of her flaring triceps, reverently tracing the deep grooves between the peaked, swollen muscle bellies, his fingertips unable to dent the notches already present on the fully separated, protruding heads of her rear arm muscles. His eyes drank in the sight of her oversized biceps, veined and ludicrously jutting even though they were in a fully stretched position – my God, what would that peak look like when Es actually flexed…?

She was more than 16” last week, when he’d measured her full, freakishly peaked arms. With that measurement, she’d surpassed him, her arms becoming bigger than his with only several months of training. And she was far stronger. What was even more frightening was that Es was noticeably bigger than that measurement, just one week later. He was astounded at the tangible power, mass and definition this Asian 18 year-old girl already possessed. Es was so fucking strong. Her grin widened as she saw the submissive awe in his eyes, felt his worshipful touch caress her powerful sinew.

Relishing her superiority, Es raised both muscular arms beyond his reach, and coiled them into monstrous mountains of man-dominating might. The only thing that bulged out more than his eyes were her huge peaked muscles, for her erupting biceps now approached 17” of steel strength from the sheer pump-inducing arousal of the horny, jacked Asian 18 year-old girl. Her lust and strength redlining, Es brimmed over with such power it felt like she could have taken this insignificant toy between her legs and crushed him, tearing him limb from limb with her bare hands. Like she had started doing to so many men during her recent senior project. Es smiled; there was no question as to who was superior. And so it had began.

“C’mere…” the 18 year-old said, puckering her lips a little, still in her unreal double-biceps pose. He tried to sit up to kiss her, but found that Es was positioned a little too high on his midsection to allow him to reach her, and her powerful runner’s legs were a little too tight around him as well. He struggled mightily, using his now released arms to try and push him higher, but her legs’ grip on him was positively viselike. He couldn’t help but stare at the chiseled separations on her bulging quads, before Es’ strong hands grasped him at both sides of his neck, turning his head and tilting it up to face her.

Es smiled, “Here…let me help you,” and then she started to pull his head and neck up towards her own face, using her bulging, power-packed arms… but without releasing his torso. He started to gasp and whimper as she inexorably stretched his neck, shoulders, and entire spine, the 16” twin-headed balls of veined granite biceps on her arms curling his head ever upwards, threatening to tear his skull right off his body –

…to be cont'd…

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