Women's World Bodybuilding Championship, Part 2
By stra1742
Six continental champions pose down to determine the most muscular woman in the world.

Note: This story is the second part of this series.  Part 1
is dated 27/May/04.

Instantly the stage sprang into action, and suddenly muscle
was moving everywhere.  Jennifer practically sprinted to the
front of the stage and immediately hit a double biceps pose;
her arms shook violently with the force of the pose.  Aisha
and Song, already matched together from the compulsories,
planted their toes next to each other and started a quad
shakeoff.  Striations, muscles, sweat, and posing oil were
everywhere.  Neither wanted to back down, but soon they had
no choice.  Gabriela came up behind them and parted their
two bodies like stage curtains.  She stepped through, rose
up on her toes, and made a front lat spread that actually
hid the faces of the two competitors behind her.  It seemed
like the muscle would never stop expanding when she flexed.
But not to be outdone, Danielle stepped in front of
Gabriela, turned to the side, and extended her arms in front
of her to balloon out her chest.  Her bikini top was at the
breaking point, the outer rim of her nipple just visible
behind the border of the fabric.  She raised her foot into
the air and pointed her toes, squeezing out a grapefruit-
sized hamstring.  But then, Saraya ran out in front of all
of them, turned her back to the audience, and snapped into a
back double biceps, her left foot behind her showing off her
monstrous cow.  The veins in her glutes curled into shape.
The crowd was awestruck.
     As the girls continued to try to outflex each other, as
the sweat began to drip into muscle crevices, as posing
suits became more and more revealing with each pump of
muscle, it became apparent that these women were really
starting to take notice of the amazing degree of development
of their peers.  What had been building since that morning,
that air that had started to creep into the room since Aisha
took off her robe to weigh in with everyone else watching,
open-mouthed, the chemical that had been infiltrating since
Jennifer had helped Song oil her glutes; that essence could
not contain itself any longer.  It started to leak out onto
the stage, and the way it leaked out was simple: the girls
began helping each other.  Each of them hungrily wanted a
piece of the other's muscularity for their own, and they
wanted all the more to share it with the other bodybuilders
and each and every one of the audience members.
     As Aisha stepped onto the lower stage to flash her
monster quads once again, she was quickly joined by
Danielle.  While Aisha shook her thighs, Danielle waved her
hand over the flapping slabs of muscle, drawing attention to
the sheer amount of size that moved on top of her femur.
When Aisha would stop the shaking and lock her knee,
bringing every creepy, crawly head of muscle into the light,
Danielle would run her hand back and forth over the length
of her thigh, displaying it to the audience.  Danielle then
stood up fully into a front double biceps pose, pumping her
arms up and down, turning her wrists in and out.  Aisha
slowly, sensually, came up behind her and ran her hands over
Danielle's shoulders, biceps, forearms.  She put her hands
under Danielle's elbows, as if the weight of muscle hanging
from her arms was too much even for her to support, and she
had to have help.  Then, what everyone knew was coming
happened: Aisha gently kissed Danielle's upturned peaky
right biceps.  The stage lights and her makeup hid her
blushing, but Danielle tightened her glutes and curled her
toes a little harder when Aisha did that.
     A little farther to the left of the main stage,
Gabriela and Song stood chest to chest, matching side
triceps poses.  Each could feel the heat of the other's body
radiating onto their bronzed skin.  Soon Gabriela extended
her right arm straight out in front of her, and Song her
left.  Like miniature, meaty arm-quads, they shook their
arms, muscle flapping violently back and forth, every so
often snapping their elbows into a lock and exposing every
fiber of muscle they could.  For what seemed like eternity
they matched each other, shake for shake, lock for lock.  As
impossible as it seemed, they achieved an even greater pump,
and when Gabriela struck a classic side triceps pose again,
the size and shape of the muscle was, quite honestly,
unreasonable.  When she saw this, Song covered her mouth in
surprise, and then ran a finger across the pointy triceps
muscle of Gabriela.  Song turned her head to the audience as
if to say, "Do you believe this?"  But then, she wanted to
play too, and while facing sideways, she put a hand behind
her head, raised her breast with her other hand, and
squeezed her serratus into view.  Not unlike a Korean hand
fan, jagged edges of muscle appeared with what could only be
described as medical definition.  Turning the other
direction, with her back to Gabriela, she put her hand
behind her head and began to bring the other one out.  But
Gabriela broke her triceps pose, came up behind her, and
actually lifted Song's breast for her to give full exposure
of the muscle.  Song hadn't been expecting this, but she
liked it, and she gave a quick turn of the head to Gabriela
and flashed a beautiful smile.  Then, she turned, smiling,
back to the audience, who oohed and aahed with pleasure and
amazement.
     At that moment, little Jennifer, who had been giving
her own abs some face time at the opposite end of the stage,
jogged on tiptoes over to Gabriela and Song.  Taking them
both by the hand, she led them down to the lower stage and
in front of Aisha and Danielle.  She stood with her legs
wide apart and her feet pointed sideways.  She half-squatted
so her knees made a right angle.  She then produced yet
another eye-popping double biceps flex, but then, she turned
her wrists so that her palms were facing upward.  She then
called to Gabriela and Song, and instantly, they knew what
she wanted them to do.  As if the audience had not seen
enough legendary bodybuilding already that night, more was
in store.  Gabriela sat down on Jennifer's right hand, and
song sat down on her left hand.  Their feet dangled off the
stage floor.  It was incredible, but Jennifer was holding
both women off the floor.  Song had weighed in at 184
pounds; Gabriela had tipped the scales at 199, which was ten
pounds more than her continental qualifying contest weight,
and it was clear that most of the extra weight was lat
muscle.  The audience members each tried to comprehend what
they were seeing: Jennifer was isometrically supporting two
women, both of whom outweighed her by at least 30 pounds,
and she was doing it with one of them in each hand.  But
there was more to come.  Not effortlessly, but easier than
it should have been, Jennifer raised herself up to her full
height.  She continued to hold the two women in the double
biceps pose position.  She then turned and carried them up
to the main stage.  Facing away from the audience, her back
was a rocky cliff.  And then, indescribably, she began to do
calf raises.  Never once did she extend her elbows, never
once did Gabriela or Song feel unsteady.  Over and over
again, she went up and down on her toes, whose diamond cut
edges became more and more visible with each pump.  No one
who was there that night knows how many of these she did,
but when she was finished, it was clear even from the back
of the auditorium that she had added a pump of mass to her
calves, a 283-pound pump.  When she gently put the two women
down, an elated, exhilarating feeling coursed through her,
because she knew that she had done something historic.  She
flexed first her left calf, then her right, the adrenaline
causing her to flex to the point of cramping.  Then, she
turned back around and struck her most impressive double
biceps pose yet, which brought the audience to their feet.
Gabriela kissed Jennifer's right biceps, Song her left, and
then both women kissed her on the cheek at the same time.
Into her right ear, in only slightly broken English,
Gabriela whispered, "You're so pretty."
     And where was Saraya throughout all of this?  During
the posedown she had been matching body parts with each of
the competitors individually at various times, but when
Gabriela and Song started to do battle with their triceps,
she had found herself mostly alone.  Her vascularity had
been showing itself more and more throughout the night, and
by now, it was at its peak.  She had been watching the
interplay between Aisha and Danielle, between Gabriela and
Song, and she was getting more and more turned on.  The
sexual fog that had been hovering throughout the day was
completely out in the open now.  As she got more and more
turned on, she flexed harder and harder, and her veins
emerged crisper and crisper.  When Gabriela "helped" Song
with her abs pose, Saraya knew then that she may very well
have an orgasm on stage in front of the entire audience.
And then, when Jennifer finally lowered Gabriela and Song to
the floor and hit her biceps pose, Saraya lost control.  She
let out a primal moan and collapsed into a beautifully
revolting most muscular pose.  At the height of the pose, a
gush of fluid soaked her bikini bottom, which of course was
visible to everyone.  The crowd had been standing after
Jennifer's exhibition, and now they roared with excitement.
     "OK ladies, step back please, while the judges make
their final decision."
     The women returned to the main stage and congratulated
each other with hugs and kisses.  They lined up again and
assumed their semi-relaxed positions.  Silence came over the
whole place.  Six mounds of muscle stood at the ready.
     Aisha softly ran her hands over the veins in her quads.
     Gabriela touched her left pec and felt the nipple
straining through.  She put the tip of her finger in her
mouth.
     Jennifer casually traced the split of her right biceps
peak with her finger.
     Song caressed her abs with a finger.  She briefly let
her finger wander under her bikini bottoms.
     Danielle did a front lat spread.  The right side of her
bikini top came away, showing her nipple.  She didn't fix
it.
     Liquid dripped, dripped, dripped from between Saraya's
thighs.  She was smiling now.

The question was, who could possibly be the winner?

TO BE CONTINUED.