battle of the sexes   part 1
by Mr Shhh   mr_shhh@shaw.wave.ca


Young girl enters the ultimate bodybuilding contest against all odds


	Two young women walk into the lobby of the national fitness and 
sports council building.  Tina, a bright eyed, blond haired girl, and 
Sarah, her closest friend, march right through the large room towards 
the reception desk.  

 	"Hello"  Greets Tina.  "We're here about the Ultra-class body 
building championships.  Where are the sign ups being held?" 
	The woman behind the desk looks at the two girls oddly.  "Third 
floor, main hall."
	
	The two girls step out of the elevator on that very floor a minute 
later.  
	"I can't believe you're doing this!  It's sooo cool."  Sarah 
giggles to her friend excitedly.
	"Quiet!  Let's look professional, okay?"  Tina giggles back.
	The two girls arrive in the main hall a few moments later.  The 
room is a buzz of excitement.  Hundreds of body building professionals, 
along with their managers, friends, and all sorts of media people are 
quietly conversing.
	Tina and Sarah make their way through the crowd and towards the 
registration tables in the center of the hall.  They are greeted by a 
stoic middle aged man.
	"Can I help you?"  The man asks.
	"Yes, I'm here to register for entrance into the Ultra-class 
contest."
	The man looks at Tina for a moment.  "I don't think you 
understand.  The ultra-class contest is open only to professional 
bodybuilders.  Male bodybuilders."
	"Well, I am a professional bodybuilder, but as you can see, I'm 
not male."
	The man takes this opportunity to look over the young girl.  She's 
not very tall, but extremely stalky.  She's dressed in a pair of tight 
jeans, which hug very fat thighs and calves.  Her top is mostly covered 
in a big leather jacket, but the guy can still tell she's got a lot of 
bulk.  Topping it all off is a cute...... aw hell, a gorgeous face.  
Fat, full lips, big green eyes, and short blonde hair.
	"Sorry, but the rules stipulate that all contestants have to be 
male-."
	Sarah suddenly cuts off the man.  "-That's bullshit!"
	An older man, dressed in an expensive black suit, overhears the 
outburst and turns to face the girls.
	"Is there a problem here ladies?"  The man asks.
	"There sure is!  This bozo won't let my friend sign up for the 
contest!"  Sarah blurts angrily.
	"Well, who is your friend?"
	Tina turns to the man.  "My name's Tina Brody."
	The man's expression immediately changes to surprise.  "Not Tina 
Brody, the recent Ms Olympia winner!"  He exclaims.
	Tina smiles.
	"My god.  You're the youngest woman ever to win a professional 
contest.  At age 17."
	"And they say she blew the other competitors right out of the 
water.  Some even said she could cream the men."  Her friend adds.
	"Actually, that's why we're here.  I want to win your Ultra-class 
contest." 
	The man looks strangely at the girl, before he realizes she's 
completely serious.  
	"Okay.  Uh, technically, the only entrance qualification is to 
have won a professional contest, which you have done.  But I must say, 
do you really think you have a chance, Ms Brody?  I mean, your condition 
at the Ms O last year was ground breaking, but the Ultra-class is 
something else.  I mean...  for starters, the contest is populated by 
the very best of the best.  Only those who have won the major contests, 
usually multiple times, even apply.  Secondly, there are no training 
restrictions.  Competitors can use whatever means they want to prepare 
themselves.  That includes steroid use without limitation.  The results 
are obviously extreme, but of course, the Ultra-class competition is 
about pushing physical limits.  Now do you really think that you can 
compete with that?"
	Tina looks right at the man and gives him a big, toothy smile.  
"Mister,  I'm not only going to win, I'm going to slaughter the 
competition."  
	The black suited man feels a sudden surge of excitement at those 
words, even though he knows that what she suggests is impossible.
	"Okay, your funeral.  Davis, sign Ms Brody up, and give her the 
full contest details." 	"Ya, Mr. Clarkson.  Okay Brody, if you could 
answer these following questions.  Full name, age and gender?"
	"Tina Brody.  Age 18.  Gender..."  Tina looks at her friend and 
giggles.
"Definitely female."
	"Height and current weight?"
	"5'6.  190 pounds."
	" Right.  Now if you could take off your coat, shoes and other 
loose articles and step on the scale here..."
	Tina unties her Docks and pulls them off.  She takes off her coat 
next, revealing her upper body.  The man behind the desk gasps.  Other 
on lookers turn and stare suddenly at Tina.  
	Tina wears a black top that is practically painted on.  It hugs 
her body extremely tightly, and stops to reveal her arms and cleavage.  
Her arms are two gigantic pillars of rippling muscle, easily 20 inches 
around in this relaxed state.  They're punctuated by thick ropey veins 
running all over them.    
	A crowd begins to gather around Tina as she stands on the scale.  
Whispers are heard all over the room, and they all focus of her.  
Suddenly, a single voice cuts through the chatter.  
	"Well lookee here.  Someone let the Girl Scouts in."
	Out of the crowd of reporters emerges a man who can only be 
described as gigantic.  The crowd goes silent.  This humungeous mountain 
of a man walks over to Tina, and stops right in front of her, eclipsing 
her with his shadow.  
	The big guy puts out his hand.  "How ya doing Tina.  Massimo Van 
Grievous, current and 5 time Mr. Olympia winner."
	Tina finds herself looking straight at the man's chest.  She tilts 
her head up, only to see more chest.  She continues tilting up and up 
and up still, until she finally comes across his head somewhere in the 
stratosphere.  The guy's an absolute monstrosity.  His arms immediately 
dwarf Tina's, making her 20 inch relaxed guns look like pee shooters.  
The rest of him follows suit, and the total package is scary, if not 
totally ridiculous.  On top of it all, the man is shredded, and shredded 
painfully.  He looks like he just came off training for ten consecutive 
Mr. Olympia's.  Even Tina is impressed, although she tries hard not to 
show it.  
	The man leers down at her from his near-orbital view.  "So the 
little girls wants to play in the big boy leagues huh?"  
	The crowd laughs.  With the incredible size difference between the 
two, they can't help it.  Sarah grabs Tina's shoulder and whispers in 
her ear.
	"Holly shit Tina, is that what you're gonna be up against?!"
	"Don't make me laugh sweet cheeks.  The contest is still six 
months away.  I haven't even begun seriously training for it."  The 
massive man chuckles.
	Van Grievous turns to the audience of reporters and addresses 
them.  "Don't get me wrong folks, I think chicks're great.  But let's 
face it, no honey, I don't care how big, can compete with this!"  
	With that, Van Grievous flexes his arm, inflating the single 
biggest bicep that anyone has ever seen.  It's painfully cut, defined 
beyond description, and covered in veins.  Tina watches from behind him, 
surprised herself at the size of his pre-show arm. 
	Finally, the flex ends.  He waves to the audience and turns to 
Tina.  "Beat that bitch."
	"I will.  You watch."
	Van Grievous laughs and walks off.  The crowd follows right after 
him shouting questions.  
	

	"Miss Brody!"
	Tina and Sarah turn to see a man running out the front door of the 
fitness council building towards them in the parking lot.
	"Miss Brody, please wait a second!"
	The girls stop and wait for the man to catch up.  He arrives a few 
seconds later, panting like he ran a marathon.
	"Thank god I found you before you left.  My name is Quinn.  Albert 
Quinn.  I represent V-tech products."
	"The training equipment company?"  Tina questions.
	"The same.  My bosses saw your announcement, and Van Grievous's 
challenge, and they want to represent you."
	"You mean sponsor me?" 
	"Daa.... sort of.  See, you've piqued their curiosity.  They think 
you have the potential to go far, and they want to see you fulfill that 
potential.  What they propose is to provide you with the newest training 
equipment, and everything you need to be at equal terms with your 
competitors."
	"Hang on a sec.  You're going to give me a bunch of expensive 
equipment to train on?  Why?"
	"Not give exactly.  Give access.  V-tech has a warehouse gym 
complex where do trials on all our latest equipment.  On top of that, V-
tech has access to the very latest in designer supplements, proteins, 
and steroids.  You'll have unlimited access to it all for the six months 
before the contest.  Winning though, is still up to you.  I think this 
is a heck of an oppurtunity.  What do you say?"
	Tina and Sarah look at each other.  

	Quinn opens the door to the V-tech warehouse and switches on the 
lights.  
	"Well, what do you think ladies?"  
	Tina looks around the spacious room.  Right off the bat, she 
notices that it's different than an ordinary gym.  The weight machines 
look more like reinforced industrial equipment.  They're cold, steel 
machines, bolted to the concrete floor and ceiling with huge iron 
rivets.  Racks and racks of free weights run along the walls, and 
mirrors act as wallpaper.  
	Tina smiles.  "I've never even seen most of this stuff before."  
	"Give him a preview Tina."  Sarah says to her friend.
	"A- a preview?"  Quinn stumbles.
	Tina walks over to one of the machines and looks at it.  It's 
easily 15 feet high, and intimedating as hell.    
	Tina takes off her coat and sits down.  She puts her arms around 
the padded bars of the peck deck, and they clamp shut.  A little 
surprised by that, she gets comfortable, and then begins pulling them 
together.  As she strains, the thick steel chain at the rear of the 
machine starts to groan as it lifts the large weight plates off the 
ground.  After an intensly slow rep, she lets the pads move back out, 
and the weights slowly move back down to the floor.  Quinn stares at her 
huge arms, which are quickly revealing a network of veins.  Her muscles 
are unreal.  They're like those of a heavyweight male bodybuilder, only 
on a sexy girl.  
	Tina grunts and strains to lift the weights again.  Slowly, the 
obscene amount of weight on the back of the huge machine rises.  Beads 
of perspiration begin to appear all over Tina's face and exposed arms. 
Sarah smiles as she watches her friend.  
	Tina lifts the huge weights a third time, this time straining much 
more.  Her face is a picture of unrelenting concentration.  Her chest is 
unreal.  It's totally shredded, every single fiber in her pecs 
separated.  Tina lets out a ragged moan and does another rep.   Her arms 
are now getting really pumped.  Her huge biceps stand up like twin 
softballs, over 22 inches now, and covered, absolutely covered by fat, 
purple veins snaking all over the place.  Tina screams as she does 
another rep.  Her shirt begins to tear at the seams, unable to contain 
her massive, pumped up body.  Quinn can hardly believe his eyes.  Sarah 
smiles proudly.
	Tina does another rep, her 10th with these ridiculous weights.  
Her face is beet red, and veins are running out of her forehead.   Her 
beautiful face is contorted with strain.  Her shirt is soaked now, and 
sweat starts to pool on the seat.  She screams, as if she's being 
stabbed, and the weight goes up again.  Just then, her shirt gives way, 
tearing open in several spots.  Her upper body is now exposed, revealing 
her breastless chest and huge, erect nipples.  Her entire mid section is 
naked, and covered in a thick sheen of sweat.
	Rep fifteen.  Quinn can't believe his eyes.  This girl, this 18 
year old girl, is lifting weights well over her own body weight, and 
transforming herself into a massive hulk in the process.  
	19, 20.  Tina holds the last rep on the up position for over a 
minute.  The entire time, her ridiculously over-muscled body shakes.  
Her hyper vascular muscles twitch in pain.  Finally, the weights drop 
with a deafening crash, cracking the concrete floor under them.
	Tina gets off the machine and looks down at herself.  Quinn can 
hardly believe is eyes, and is absolutely silent.  
	"Not a bad start, eh?"  Sarah says.
   

	That night, at Tina's apartment...

	Sarah sits on Tina's bed, her feet fidgeting in the air.  She 
giggles and watches as her friend changes out of her torn, sweaty 
clothes.
	"That was sooo cool the way to ripped open your shirt in front of 
that stiff, Quinn.   Rip!  Big muscles everywhere!"  Sarah laughs.
	"I didn't do it on purpose Sar,"  Tina protests.  "In fact, it's 
happening more and more all the time."
	"Really?"  
	"Yeah, and it's annoying.  Like the other day, I was at a 
restaurant and I went to take a sip of my drink, and my bicep popped a 
bunch of stitches on my T-shirt.  All I did was pick up my drink!"  Tina 
exclaims.
	"That's so sexy Tina!  Hey, hold on.  I've got an idea.  Lets go 
out tonight, you know, to a club, and you can show off your big muscles.  
You know how I love to watch you bulge."
Tina looks a little hesitant.  
	"I don't know..."
	"Oh come on!" Sarah exclaims, hopping up from the bed. "You can 
wear your black plastic mini-skirt!  You'll be so fucking sexy!"  
	Tina thinks about it for a second.  She imagines herself in the 
situation, wearing that tiny dress.  Without even realizing it, she 
begins to lick her lips...


	Hours later...  

	Sarah and Tina step out of a cab right in front of one of those 
disgustingly trendy nite clubs.  Tina hands the cabby a twenty.  The 
sweaty cabby can barley accept he's so overcome.
As the cab drives off, Tina and Sarah walk over towards the bouncer 
covering the front door.
	"Hi." Says Sarah. 
	"You two have a reservation?"  The large black bouncer asks.
	"Nope."  Sarah says playfully.
	"Then I can't let you in."
	"How about letting us in anyway?" Tina asks.The bouncer looks at 
Tina.  "Why the fuck would I do that?"  He barks, a little insulted.
	Tina simply raises up her arm, and flexes.  Instantly, her arm is 
split into painfully cut muscles.  Tina's arm is so massive, so 
ridiculously bloated with shredded muscle, that it dwarfs the bouncer's 
own fatty arm.  

	A second later, Tina and Sarah are inside the club.  Almost the 
second they enter the room, all eyes are on them.    
	It's no surprise that they stare at Tina.  The 18 year old is 
wearing a super tight black plastic dress that's practically painted on.  
It leaves her huge arms bare, and covers from her neck down to about an 
inch under her crotch.  In fact, her miniskirt is so small, that Tina 
has to consciously walk very carefully or else risk exposing the plastic 
thong panties that go along with it.   Her ludicrously muscled body is 
exploding out of this way- too-small dress, including the obvious points 
on her chest where her erect nipple practically tear through the 
material.  Her short hair is gelled back, and her angelic face is fully 
painted for a might on the town. 
	Right away, whispers and comments begin.  Sarah turns to Tina, as 
if to comfort her.
	"Don't pay any attention to them Teen, you look fucking hot."
	"Actually, I kind of like their comments.  They turn me on."  Tina 
says with a smile.  
	Tina walks further into the club towards the bar.  As she moves, 
her muscle covered legs bulge and bounce slightly.  Even in her relaxed 
state, veins still run down the insides of her thighs and over towards 
her knees.
	"Bar tender, a rum and coke?"  Tina asks politely.
	"Hang on a sec-!"  The busy bartender says as he turns around.
	He sees Tina and drops what he was mixing.  "Holy shit.  What the 
fuck are you?"  The shocked bartender asks.
	"Thirsty"  Tina replies coyly.  "So how about getting me my 
drink?"  
	The bartender snaps back to reality and begins getting her the 
drink.  As he does, the rest of the bar patrons watch Tina.   She feels 
their eyes on her, and hears their sadistic comments.  She loves it.
	"Hey honey," one guy asks her from beside her.  "you one of them 
bodybuilders?"  He asks.  
	"What do you think?" 
	The man looks over Tina's tit-less, muscle packed body.  "Do you 
want to be a man?"  He asks again, smiling.
	"Nope.  Just all woman."  She replies, taking her drink and 
heading off to the dance floor.

	As she makes her way through the crowd, she hears more comments.  
Some yell directly at her, some mutter under their breath.  
	"Disgusting!"  "Fucking freak!"  "Hey baby, where's your dick?!"  
"Steroid pig!"  
	As she continues, she can feel her body tingling.  She knows that 
the worse the slings, the more muscular she is.  And tonight, she's 
getting some real slings.  

	Across the room, a few guys watch her from their table.  
	"Man, look at that.  Fuck!"
	The four friends watch as Tina makes her way onto the dance floor.  
	"Man, she's even bigger than Lou at Gold's.  He's on some serious 
steroids and she's even bigger than him.    She HAS to be on steroids."  
One of the friends mutters.
	"If she thinks she's going to score in here tonight then the 
steroids have gone to her fucking brain man."  One of them continues.
	The three friends laugh as they watch her.  The fourth though, 
ignores them and stares intently at Tina, who's dancing by herself.  
	"Come on man, let's get outta' here."  
	The friends gather their coats and start towards the door.  One of 
them notices that their fourth member hasn't budged.
	"Hey Tim, you coming?"  He says, snapping his friend out of his 
trance.
	"Huh?  Oh, uh...no.  I'm going to get a cab and head home.  I'll 
see you guys later."  Tim answers.
	"Whatever.  Hey, don't forget to give me back my copy of Omega Man 
tomorrow."
	"All right, all right, all right.  Chao."  
	As soon as his friends are out the door, Tim turns right back to 
the dance floor.  He immediately spots Tina, and watches her for a few 
moments.  

	Out on the dance floor, Tina dances up a storm.  She slides and 
twists in a sexy motion, grinding her vascular hips and flexing her 
tight abdomen.  All the while, people around her continue to whisper and 
yell nasty comments.  They only seem to add fuel to the fire, as Tina 
finds herself getting very horny.
	"Uh...hi"  comes a sudden voice from behind her.  Tina turns 
around to see a man standing behind her.  "Uh....I- I'm Tim.  Do...do 
you want to dance or something?"  The man asks nervously.
	Tina smiles and turns to face Tim.  "Sure. My name's Tina."  
	Tina puts out her hand for a shake.  Tim looks down at her arm, 
and suddenly finds it difficult to breath.  He shakily puts out his own 
hand and feebly shakes her hand.  As he does, he watches her huge arm 
ripple and flex slightly.  
	Tina backs up and stares right at Tim.  She begins a slow, sexy 
dance.  She puts her hands on her head and starts grinding her ass as 
she flexes her body.  Tim can hardly believe what he's seeing.  Her body 
bulges and ripples with such monstrous power, that he's afraid he'll 
just shrivel up.  Her big, shredded arms flex slightly, and huge, 
sausage-sized veins wrap around all over them.  Massive slabs of 
shredded, vascular muscle ripple and flex with raw power.   
	Tim looks at her legs, which are rippling violently with huge, 
absolutely shredded slabs on muscle.   Her thighs strain against the 
bottom of her tiny mini-skirt as they flex.  Two massive, blood engorged 
veins bulge out from inside her plastic panties, which are clearly 
visible, down her legs and over her thighs, attaching to a network of 
swollen veins there.    	
	Tim tries to join in, but he finds himself weak at the knees.  
	Tina moves closer to Tim and starts thrusting her pelvis.  She 
starts flexing and unflexing her stomach, and almost immediately, Tim 
can see the relief of her tight abs bulging through the black material 
of her dress.  Tina continues to flex and unflex, and to Tim's surprise, 
her abs grow larger.  Tim's mouth drops open when her realizes the sheer 
separation of each ab, which bulge independently from the rest.  Tim can 
also swear he sees a fat vein running over a few of the abs, so large it 
shows out through her dress.  
Suddenly, there's a loud tear.  Tina turns and sees that she busted a 
few stitches at the base of her back.  Taking a second to look at 
herself, she realizes she's starting to get really pumped.  Then she 
gets an idea.  
	"Tim, lets blow this place."  Tina whispers into her companion's 
ear.
		A huge grin grows on Tim's face. 


	Tim opens the door to his apartment and the two of them walk in.  
	"Can I get you anything Tina?  Coffee?"  Tim asks nervously.
	"Coffee would be good."  Tina answers, looking around the place.
	Tim heads off to the kitchen, and Tina is left alone for a moment.  
	In the kitchen, Tim can hardly believe what's happened.  he'd 
always been a fan of muscular women, and right in the next room, was the 
most muscular woman he'd ever laid eyes on.  
	A moment later, Tim returns to the main room to find Tina sitting 
on the couch.  He can't help but look at her magnificent body again.  
And magnificent it is.  Her pumped muscles are really testing the 
structural limits of her ultra-tight dress.  Not only does she have 
incredible size, easily as big as anyone he'd ever seen, but the most 
insane conditioning he had ever witnessed.  She was so sharp, so 
striated, that she put even a Mr Olympia competitor to shame.  Her skin 
was paper thing, and streched tight over her huge mody, giving it a kind 
of translucency.  Every single muscle was tendon shredded to the bone 
and incredibly vascular.   Her arms and legs were awash in swollen 
veins, even in this relaxed state. 
	"Here you go Tina."  Tim says as he puts down the tray of coffee 
on the table.  
	"Tim?  I don't want to sound rude, but I'm going to cut to the 
chase.  What do you think of me?"  
	Tim stares right at Tina for a second.  What could he say?  
	"W-what do you mean?"  
	"I mean my body.  I'm not exactly your average woman."  Tina 
admits as she lightly flexes her huge arm.  A giant bicep shoots out, 
easily 21 inches.
	"I...I love your body.  I think it's incredibly sexy."  Tim 
admits, a little relieved.
	"Good.  Then why don't you sit down for a moment.  I think you'll 
enjoy this."  
	With that, Tina gets up and walks over to the middle of the room.  
She turns and faces Tim, who was a little nervous.  
	First, she hits a double bicep pose.  Her huge arms flex into two 
giant balls of muscle, cut right down the middle and totally shredded.  
Tina continues to flex over and over, each hard pump pushing blood into 
her arms.  And those arms just kesp growing.  Plump, bluish veins rip 
out from under her tight skin and wrap like snakes all over her arms.  
After a few moments of this, her arms look like they're about to 
explode.  Her flexed arm is almost 23 inches by now, with one big inch 
and a half thick vein running right along each bicep.   
	"Mmmm-unnnnn ..."  Tina moans as she continues to pump her arms.  
Suddenly, there's a slight ripping noise.  Her dress's shoulders begin 
to tear open under the incredible strain of her rapidly expanding arms.  
Tina stops her flexing, just shy of totally destroying the black dress 
right along the shoulders.  
	Next, Tina begins to spread her lats.  She does it painfully slow, 
each second adding an inch to her width.  After a few seconds, her 
overall size has increased dramatically.  After about a half a minute, 
her lats are so wide, her dress begin to tear and pop again.  Then, with 
a huge RIIIIP!, the back of her dress splits right open!    
	"Holy shit..."  Tim mutters as her watches her.
	Thread and cloth quietly flutter to the floor as she continues her 
long flex.  Her lats have swelled out so far now, that Tim isn't sure 
she would fit through a door.  Her back had to be 3 or 4 feet wide.  
	Finally reaching her full size, Tina arches her back a little, and 
then begins to quickly pump her lats.  Absolutely massive slabs of beefy 
muscle bulge out farther and farther with each pump.  Her poor dress, 
which is straining and stretching to hold her in, tears open farther 
with each pump.  By the end, the entire back of her dress has opened up, 
from her neck down to her ass.  Her shoulders have torn through the 
dress completely, and the remaining stitches are just barley holding on 
around her pecs.  
	Finally finished with her back, Tim swears it's now over 4 feet 
wide, and it's totally covered in lean, shredded muscle.  Even here on 
her back, veins run all over the place.  Two big ones run up from her 
ass and all the way up her back and over each shoulder.  With the 
slightest movement, her entire back ripples like water.  Entire muscle 
groups feather with tiny striations.
	Tina turns around and continues on.  She bends over slightly, and 
starts pumping her pecs.  She holds out her arms in an arch, and pumps 
them together slowly.  Her dress immediately begins to groan.  Her huge 
nipples, which are obviously erect, are already testing the limits of 
the shinny plastic material, and look like they'd literally tear right 
through the dress at a moment's notice.  
	Tina pouts a little, a slight smirk on her face, and starts to 
really pump hard.  She pumps so much blood into her pecs that her huge 
chest starts to literally inflate.  After a few serious pumps, her dress 
begins to pop.  Stitches tear loose, and her dress begins to split 
again, this time down the center of her chest.  This girl is getting so 
pumped, that she's literally expanding right out of the confines of her 
clothes.  
	Tina re-doubles her efforts again, and begins to pump really, 
really hard.  Tim can see the strain on her face, and even bigger veins 
begin to appear all over her neck and shoulders.  After another moment, 
these veins literally cover her neck, wrapping around that tree trunk 
like vines.  Veins even begin to punctuate her beautiful face, running 
up her forehead and temple.  
	Suddenly, her dress just explodes, and two massive, meaty slabs of 
pectoral muscle bulge forth.  The remains of her dress flutter down to 
her waist, as she finishes flexing.  
	She straightens up, and stands before Tim.  Her torso is 
completely naked now, and she finished off by sliding the mini-skirt 
portion of her torn up dress down her thighs and onto the floor.  This 
huge muscle girl stands before Tim with nothing on but a pair of pink 
plastic thong panties.  
	Tim's mouth hangs open as he looks her over.  Her pecs are now so 
large, that they protrude almost a full foot from her chest.  She moves 
one arm to fix her hair, and thousands of deeply cut striations tear her 
chest apart.  Her big, beautiful pecs are suddenly cut in half by these 
massive, deeply cut striations.   
	Tim can hardly believe this huge muscle warrior is standing before 
him.    She's totally mis-proportionate.  Standing only 5-6, she's 
almost that wide.  Her huge, 23 and a half inch arms look even more 
massive on this tiny girl's body, and they're almost as thick as her 
waist.  Her super-wide lats spread like wings, pushing her mass out to 
shamelessly large proportions.  Her conditioning is now so aparent, and 
so utterly serve, that every little movement make her entire body 
ripple.  She puts the most hard-core, obsessed, steroid abusing, contest 
ready male bodybuilder to shame, and she's standing in Tim's living 
room. 
	"So what do you think?"  She asks.
	Tim smiles and thanks god. 


To be continued...