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Good timing there, Sir! I just moved house and had to wait a few weeks before they could reconnect by broadband. Luckily, it seems you were busy too and I didn't miss out on too much.

So when is your birthday? We should all chip in and get you a Korean animation studio!

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It looks like they've got some pretty good voice talent together for the upcoming animated DVD, so hopefully it'll do really well and they'll have no choice but to finally make a live action Wonder Woman movie! Just hope they cast someone decent! My current fav is Adrianne Palicki.

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I think I avoided posting to this topic the first time around as there is no way I could narrow my favorites down to a top ten. However, here's ten from my top some huge number, that I don't think have been mentioned yet:

Valerie Gangi – Wasn't on the scene long, but man did she have a good hair day when WPW did their session with her!
Ursula Teply – Wasn't around long either, but got to hit the mainstream with a stint on International Gladiators as the German Gladiator, Power.
Melinda McNabb – Huge, ripped, and gorgeous, ie the total package, but again didn't hang around long.
Thea Bennington – Gotta love a woman who's impressively tall as well as being impressivly built.
Christa Bauch – Insanely developed everywhere, despite pushing fifty at the time (I think now she's in her sixties and still looks amazing).
Nathalie Foreau – Beautifully shaped, lean, muscular body and facially looks a bit like Evangeline Lilly, which is a huge plus!
Annie Sheehan – Because she seems really gentle and sweet… That, and she does a killer crab most-muscular pose!
Jan Harrell – More of a powerlifter than a body builder, but she looked amazing when she got into contest shape and was walking proof that a woman could be massively muscular and still be incredibly feminine. Pity there's not many photos or videos of her around.
Mavi Gioia – This generation's Sharon Bruneau… This woman is so beautiful, it's hard to believe she is real!
Bev Francis – She definitely deserves a mention as she truly was a pioneer in the sport when it came to pushing the size barrier, and she's an Aussie!

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Smana… Glifod def grummamamam… Um, I'll get back to you when I regain the power of speech.

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Wow, she looks great in both forms! I might actually have to buy this game.

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All the commissions turned out great! Thank you for sharing them with us. I can see the interest you are generating in this character growing into a real cult following. I hope it leads to her getting her own Manga or something.

Anyway, congratulations on your 1000th and many thanks for your dedication in promoting Japanese Amazon artists!

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I'm trying hard to let other people get a comment in, but I just can't help myself!

Thank you for two more beautiful illustrations! The first of the two is Betty Pariso, correct?

As for the equally awesome Sergio, you can find some samples of his work at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drawingsofhugemuscularwomen/

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Wow, another awesome pic  😮 😮 😮 😮 😮 😮 :o!!!

The most-muscular is definitely my favorite pose. Your latest drawing is a great example of why I like it so much.

Tell me, are you drawing all of these as you post them or do you have whole back catalog that you're running through?

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Ozzy's work reminds me a lot of Sergio's (which I loved), only
with more detail. But I love the slightly cartoony, humorous angle to it.

Some of the faces remind me a bit of FemXMan's muscle girls, but he used sharper angles for the muscles and had much less line variation in his drawings.

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After seeing Ozzy's excellent drawings, I was extremely curious about his stories as well. Unfortunately, my knowledge of French is bordering on non-existent, so the only way I could translate it was to feed it through Google and try and smooth out the edges as much as possible. I just hope I didn't lose too much of the meaning in the process. Anyway, as the French would say, "Voici!"  ;D

Dominique (English Translation)

As soon as he entered the gym Paul knew he was right to start exercising again: the nice new machines, the cool music, and especially the motivation provided by all of these super fit people which would not only be good for his morale, but also his health.

The first time he joined the gym, Paul had been impressed by the many benefits of training: getting healthy, relaxing and meeting pretty girls! One in particular had caught his attention: a small, athletic 19-year-old brunette, who seemed to have a taste for working out. He had never approached her, too timid perhaps, but then again, it was difficult to flirt openly in this kind of place, being hardly conducive to intimacy. He didn't even know her name!

And so, for several months, he came to the gym to train with regularity and discipline.
But then, due to lack of time, his visits became increasingly infrequent, and finally non-existent: his studies monopolized his time too much to fully dedicate himself to his exercise, and his end of year examinations kept him away from the gym completely.

But this time, he had the time! Summer break, sunny weather, and a desire to have fun gave him the motivation to resume a sports activity. And what better way than to get back to the gym? And then, perhaps he would find the courage to finally talk to the mysterious unknown girl.

Unfortunately for him, she seemed to no longer be training there: he waited in vain during the first few weeks of his return, and as he knew nothing about her, he could not get any information about her from other members. Too bad! This in no way affected his enthusiasm, nor his desire to move forward.

For several days now, Paul had been watching from the corner of his eye the part of the room reserved for the really big guys, who lifted a lot and whose muscle size was impressive: he would loved to have joined them and participate in their intensive training, to get a chance at impressing the women, who seemed to be turned on by huge, muscular arms.

Then, after several weeks of intensive training, he finally decided to take it to the next level, and try to lift heavier and harder alongside the hardcore bodybuilders!
Trying to hang out with the big guys was not easy for Paul, especially since he was clearly not one of them; in the beginning he was very intimidated, but everyone was rather pleasant to him, offering him advice whenever they came across him.
So with time and perseverance, Paul found that he fit in quite quickly and was soon recognized as one of their own! While he was still nowhere near the level of his new workout buddies, he had made a lot of progress, and  was starting to notice the odd admiring glance from some of the women at the gym, which did not displease him.

One evening he was leaving the gym much later than usual, almost at closing time, and as he went down the stairs he encountered the most enormous bodybuilder he had ever seen; even pictures he had seen in magazines were nothing compared to this guy! Despite the thick clothing, Paul could quite easily see the size of his muscles. He was so large that Paul could barely squeeze past him, even though the stairway was quite wide. He was not able to get a look at his face, however, as it was hidden by a cap firmly screwed down on his head.

Paul had been really impressed by this furtive meeting, and the next time he was at the gym, he tried to find out more about this person. He asked quite a few of his buddies, and despite the small amount of information he was able to give them, everyone immediately recognized the person he was describing: His name was Dominique, a fanatic, a crazy muscle fiend, who only came to the gym when it was empty so as not to be disturbed. The manager of the gym allowed him to stay after closing time. From what they told him, he simply showed up at the gym one day, but soon grew tired of the jealous glances from guys who dreamed of having a physique like his, as well as the girls who were always chasing after him. It would seem that he even refused to take part in any competitions, perhaps not wanting to exhibit himself in front of an audience, yet there was no doubt he could have blown away the entire field at a Mr Olympia contest! But he did his own thing, preferring to train quietly, continuing to grow.

The description of this muscular misanthrope had piqued Paul's curiosity, and he wanted to know more, as he could surely learn a lot from this man. The next day, he asked the manager for permission to stay after his session to try and see the "monster".

Waiting in the locker room for half an hour after closing, Paul saw no sign of Dominique; doubtlessly he already came dressed for training, he realized. He then entered the gym and finally saw him, sitting on a weight bench, dressed in a large tracksuit. What a mountain! From the back, he was even more impressive.
Paul called out a greeting as he approached, causing Dominique to give a small start, being unused to having company while training, before resuming his repetitions without a backward glance or word…
Paul was standing behind the bench when he attempted to initiate a conversation, desperately seeking Dominique's eyes, which were hidden by the cap.

– Hi! I know you don't really like to talk to people, but I stayed back to ask you some questions. I won't disturb you for too long! Is that alright with you?

Paul took his lack of response to mean yes, and continued:

– It seems that you choose not to enter competitions? Strange… Is it that you prefer the pleasure of training over the spectacle of posing in front of a crowd? I just find it interesting, that's all.

Still silence in return. In spite of this setback in his attempt to break the ice, Paul persisted:

– One of the reasons I came here tonight, is to ask you for advice, as I would love to get to your level. Oh, I know I am probably dreaming, but I would love to at least gain a little more weight, you see…

Paul stopped suddenly: he just noticed the weight that Dominique was lifting while he was speaking to her: on each side of the bar, there were almost 500 kg! And yet, Dominique was lifting them the whole time without the slightest hint of effort! It has to be said that Paul was not able to get a good look at the champion's face, so it was quite difficult to make out just how much effort he was putting in.

– My God! You are lifting nearly a tonne! That is incredible! That is extraordinary! That is…

– … Just my warm-up, Dominique said finally above the deafening roar of the bar crashing to the floor.

When Dominique finally got up and turned towards him, Paul thought he was going to faint: this bodybuilding phenom, this muscle-freak, this colossus, was none other than the pretty brown-haired girl that he liked so much!

She then took off her cap and upon getting nothing more than a stunned silence from Paul, she smiled:

– Surprised? Disappointed? I am not the one you described, but a simple young girl who wants to train alone away from harassment and derision.

As she started to mop the sweat from her front, Paul immediately remembered why he had found her so beautiful: the long silky brown hair, those amazing blue eyes and beautiful sensual lips. But then! She far exceeded all other girls her age in sex appeal! He tried to articulate his feelings:

– But how… how are… you…

While he struggled to get the words out, Dominique was looking in the mirror, and was pumping up her huge pecs as if to confirm that her work out had been effective… This vision was too much for Paul, who had to sit down to regain his composure… This reaction appeared to surprise Dominique:

– Wow, did I really have such a big effect on you? Up until now, no one has ever found me that sexy.

Paul stammered:

– But up until now, I thought you were a man! While you're a…

– A weak little girl? Dominique continued, with a smile. Do you think a weak little girl would be capable of this?

She then picked up a weights disc that lay at Paul's feet, and then began to twist it her hands, without the slightest effort. During this maneuver, Paul could see the material of her tracksuit being stretched to the limit by her biceps. What arms! There was not really the time to appreciate their size, however, as Dominique was quickly finished with the poor disc, that she threw onto the ground noisily.

– So what? Did you still think that I am a frail young girl?

Still in shock, he replied:

– Well. I don't know yet. You have such a pretty face, so how is it possible…

Dominique did not give him time to finish his sentence as she promptly took off her tracksuit top, revealing to Paul, completely astonished, the most masculine torso: without the slightest trace of breast, they had completely disappeared, being replaced by two monstrous pectorals, incredibly big, striated and covered with veins. Her abdominal muscles seemed to be pressing against each other, leaving not even enough space to let a drop of sweat through. And her arms! Paul could not comprehend how the flimsy material of her top had been able to contain the enormous size of her biceps without tearing.

Dominique said:

– Well then? Does this look like a woman's chest to you?

Paul, in shock, did not know how to answer; he stared at her pecs, Dominique entertained herself by making them dance to increase the confusion of the poor man, hypnotized by these two huge masses of muscle.

She continued:
– Does a woman have arms this big?

In saying this, she lifted up her arms to vertical, then gently flexed them, forming the most outstanding mountain of muscles that Paul had ever imagined…

This unreal vision snapped him back to reality:

– But I do not understand. A few months ago, you were just a normal young girl, and now, here you are with a body that would shame a Mr Olympia winner.

With these words, Dominique put her top back on sat down next to Paul;

– I owe you an explanation, that is true. In fact, it is quite simple: shortly after starting to train, my muscles began to develop in an unusual way, and very quickly. I must have exceptional genes, I guess. And, since the first reactions from people at the gym, such as "Have seen that woman? She is way ugly! She looks like a man!", I've preferred to come only in the evening, after arranging it with the manager.
– I occasionally go back to the gym, but my muscles allowed me to pretend to be a man, which amused me, so I decided to play the game.

Paul interrupted:

– Doesn't it bother you to be confused with a man?

She smiles:

– On the contrary. When I've started bodybuilding, my goal was to develop as much muscle as possible, I wanted to exceed the normal level of women bodybuilders. So when I saw that I could surpass the level of men, I couldn't stop myself… You know, bodybuilders want to develop their muscles to become stronger. In short, to become more masculine! I'm not hiding it: I didn't want the body of a woman, I wanted big muscles, I wanted to look like a man!

– Still. Don't you think you are going a bit far? I mean. My God, your body is nothing like that of a woman.

– Ah, it really pleases me to hear that.

– How's that?

– Do you still not understand? I do not want to be a simple woman, I want to exceed femininity, change my body to turn it into something extraordinary. Whenever I train I see my muscles grow, I feel so alive. Each kilogram of muscle gained is a step closer to masculinity and a step further from my sad condition of being a woman.

While listening to her speak, Paul realized how disturbed he was by what she said: a woman who wants to become a man! He never would have thought it would turn him on, he who usually rather appreciated very feminine girls with curves… However, on closer inspection, it was obvious: Dominique was the sexiest women that he had ever met. All others seemed so ordinary!

Dominique thought she saw a sudden look of arousal in Paul's expression:
– Tell me, it looks like I'm having an effect on you, am I wrong?

Horribly embarrassed to have let his feelings become so transparent, Paul suddenly turned his gaze away from Dominique's incredibly muscular body:
– N… no… n… not at all… I. I'm just very admiring of your… um… physique.

– There's no need to be embarrassed, I'm just surprised, that's all. Normally, when a man discovers that I am a woman, they are completely disgusted. Maybe it is too hard for them to accept that a woman is stronger than them?

Paul turned gently to Dominique:

– I… I must say that you are p… particularly impressive, and extremely pretty, it's true.

With these words, Dominique blushed like a young school-girl:
– Really? You think I'm pretty? I don't think anybody has said that to me in a very long time. The few comments I hear directed at me are mor like "Look at that! She is monstrous!" or "How could anyone love a woman like that?". It didn't bother me, the mocking gaze of others, all I wanted was to become the most muscular person ever. But it is true that it did force me concentrate on my muscles, I had forgotten how nice it was for someone to appreciate how I look.

Amazing, thought Paul, she seemed to appreciate the compliment! After all, he thought, under this pile of muscles bat still heart of a girl. He insisted:

– "Monstrous"? How can people be so blind. You are the most extraordinary woman who could exist!

Dominica blushed with a vengeance:

– You're nice. So, you like these huge muscles? You would certainly be the first.

– Do I like them?? I love them! If I dare, I would like to ask you something.

– What then? Tell me!

– Well, I would love it if you showed me your chest again. Never have I seen a more beautiful thing.

– If that's all it is…

She complied immediately, removing her tracksuit before the astonished eyes of Paul.

– Since my breasts disappeared, I have no discomfort in showing my naked torso. After all, what is so extraordinary about letting someone see the torso of a man?

Paul could again admire these pectoral muscles that impressed him so much. It was impossible to say that they belonged on the body of a woman! Each pec muscle was disproportionately large, well above those of a champion male bodybuilder. Striated, covered with large veins like snakes, and they looked extremely hard!

He wanted to ask:

– Could you…

– Shhh… There's no need to say another word.

She then began to contract each of her frighteningly large muscles, doing a number of poses, to highlight each one. Each gesture perfectly accentuated the size of her muscles: no woman had ever been so enormous! Her prodigious arms beyond comprehension: once flexed, her biceps were twice as big as her head, which seemed lost amidst the immense pile of muscles. If someone had entered the room right at that moment, they would have been able to believe that these were the arms of a girl some twenty years old!
Paul could not believe his eyes: while Dominique continued her posing, this time contracting her huge triceps, the contrast between her beautiful face and the rest of her body made it increasingly obvious: this creature before him had come straight out of his wildest dreams. Dominique suddenly appeared to him as a mistake of nature… But what a sublime mistake! The most beautiful face of a woman on the most muscular body of a man… The mixture was absolutely explosive!

– So, you liked it? asked Dominique breathlessly as she joined Paul on the bench…

Still lost in thought, he merely looked at her tenderly.
He had just fallen in love!

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