The auditorium was hushed. This was the moment Cora had been waiting for. She was about to make her entrance on-stage at the city heavyweight bodybuilding championships, where she would be the first female bodybuilder in history to compete directly against men. It's just me and the big boys! she chuckled to herself.
The weeks leading up to the contest had been marked by Cora's furious training regimen and growing excitement in the city's sports community, as word spread of the mature musclewoman's challenge to the male bodybuilding establishment. A divorced, 64 yr old(but younger looking) grandmother, she had become fascinated with bodybuilding after retiring as CEO of a major corporation. She spent the next several years pumping heavy iron and building her physique to Amazonian proportions. Then Cora decided to take the next step and began training as a wrestler. Secretly, she had always dreamed of competing against men in the sports they regarded as exclusively theirs, especially the two which had become the ultimate symbols of macho pride: bodybuilding and wrestling. Always angered by male chauvinism, she had eventually challenged the arrogant male wrestling champ of her sports club to a submissions only match. She remembered with satisfaction how the small audience around the club wrestling pit had gasped in awe as she disrobed to reveal her unbelieveably massive physique, her proud breasts jutting free, naked except for a tiny snakeskin bikini. And how she had really stunned them when she totally destroyed the musclestud(who was young enough to be her grandson!) on the mat, finally forcing him to scream his surrender to her as she squeezed him unconscious in a crushing bearhug.
But she had longed to compete against men on a higher level. By filing suit and proving to the judge that the male dominated bodybuilding commission had denied her equal opportunity when they caused the cancellation of the city's female bodybuilding championship, she had forced them to open up the male contest to any qualified woman. And, though she was keeping her weight a closely guarded secret until the event itself, a glance at the massive stronglady proved she easily qualified for heavyweight status. From her thickly muscled neck, down her boulder-like bulging shoulders, to her scary, massive glutes, thighs and calves, 64 yr old Cora now rivalled even the top men in the sport, most of whom were thirty or forty years her junior.
Indeed, Cora had made such a powerful impression on the sports media when they came to the Spectrum Sports Club to interview her, a day before the championship, that she was featured on all the local network news shows that evening. The following morning the sports section headline of the city newspaper proclaimed, HEAVY MUSCLE SHOWDOWN: First female to compete against men in bodybuilding claims "muscle parity," expects to win. The article beneath included quotes from Cora and some several month old pictures of her posing; Cora coyly refused to provide more recent photos or pose in person. Tony "the Gladiator" DeMille, the arrogant male champion of the past two years, and heavily favored to win yet again, was also shown posing, his picture side by side with the brawny musclewoman's. He, too, was quoted. Tony belittled Cora's chances, predicting she would be laughed off the stage as soon as she appeared. "Some old hag in a bikini trying to flex her muscles against men? Give me a break!" he scoffed. But when readers compared the side by side pictures of Tony and Cora posing in their tiny suits, they could see virtually no difference in muscularity; the female bodybuilder looked every bit as beefy, massive, and ripped as the cocky male champion. But had this admittedly huge older woman truly achieved muscle parity with men? How would she look on stage?
Now it was time for all the competitors to file onstage, and no one was laughing. Not after Cora had disrobed backstage in the "pumproom."
Accompanied by her friend Sherma Ross(a fashionably beautiful, as well as wealthy, middle-aged divorcee, who had become a formidable heavyweight bodybuilder and wrestler in her own right under Cora's tutelege), Cora had entered the room wearing a short white cotton terrycloth robe, though all the males were already in their skimpy posing bikinis, pumping up their sensual muscles with dumb-bells. Sherma and Cora ogled the big studs, in their tiny suits in various colors, their physiques shining brightly under a coat of oil. Sherma whispered excitedly, "Wow! Look at those butts! There's more beefcake here than I've ever seen in one place! I'd love to rape any one of these guys! Or all of them!"
Cora got in line for the official weigh-in. As each bodybuilder stood on the scale, an official called out his name, and weight. His biceps were also measured with tape and announced. "The Gladiator," who had barely glanced at her when she arrived, was just a few places in front of Cora, who was last. "Tony DeMille, 266 pounds," announced the judge. There were murmurs all around. Tony was bigger than ever, and the heaviest man in the room. He laughed, "You guys might as well go home now! You don't stand a chance against me!" Hitting an impressive biceps shot, he slowly turned around in a circle, displaying his bulging muscles to the room. "Nobody has guns like these!" he boasted. Now, he refused even to look in Cora's direction; clearly he was ignoring her presence, as if she did not matter at all.
Finally it was Cora's turn. The room had gone completely silent. Everyone, even DeMille, was staring at the female interloper. As the silver haired stronglady stepped up on the scale, she slipped off her robe and handed it to Sherma. The entire room gasped. Cora was huge, massive, forbidding, and ultra-ripped. Her thighs were obviously bigger than any of the males, and looked as if they could crush diamonds into fine powder. Her arms and shoulders were encased in thick, rippling, slabs of bulging muscle. The only word to describe her relaxed biceps was, mountainous; every male bodybuilder had the same question in his mind: how big would they get when she flexed them?
Yet she was as curvy and feminine as she was powerful. To complement her platinum frost hairdo and painted nails, and contrast with her smooth, sun bronzed skin, Cora had donned a tiny, incredibly bright white bikini that suggestively dipped down below her navel, clearly outlining her pubic mound as well as her big, firm butt. And, she was topless, her proud, teardrop shaped breasts, with huge aureoles and nipples, ever so slightly hanging at an erotic angle. Feeling the slight pressure of her snug bikini's thin lycra fabric against her most private parts, the lady heavyweight felt supremely sexy and physically aware of every square inch of her body as the hunky males gaped at her sensual, brawny, physique. They had never seen such a massive, powerful woman before, or even imagined that one this muscular could exist. "Cora Jones, 285 pounds,." The official spoke in a tone of awe. Cora was the biggest bodybuilder in the contest! She had achieved muscle parity, and more. She outweighed the male champion, himself! The tension in the room was now at the breaking point.
"Steroid freak!" someone sneared. It was DeMille. Cora looked at him, and smiled. "You should talk, Gladiator! Everybody knows you're on the juice! What's the matter, Tony, afraid to match muscles with me?" she retorted. "Wait till I start flexing, boys, then you will see what a true strongwoman looks like!" DeMille uttered an expletive, then stalked off to await the introduction of the contestants on stage.
As Cora stepped off the scale, Sherma rubbed her down with oil until her entire incredible physique gleamed brightly. The huge musclematron then began pumping up with some 50 pound dumb-bells, exploding her muscles to truly freaky size as the male bodybuilders stood by, staring. Sherma, too, had caught the eye of at least one of them. Latroy Watson, a 24 yr old African-American who looked like a chocolate Adonis, with thick chiseled muscles and a tiny purple posing brief, asked her to oil him up. The brawny brunette, still drop-dead gorgeous at 47, laughed, "I thought you'd never ask, hunk!" Clad only in tight black spandex workout shorts and matching sportsbra, the two made a sensuous pair, as Sherma rubbed down the black musclestud over every inch of exposed skin, giving his buns an occasional affectionate squeeze as she did so. Cora glanced over Sherma's direction and saw her walking down a hall, holding hands with Latroy, until they disappeared from view. Damn, Sherma works fast! Poor guy will probably be too drained to compete! she speculated.
Finally, it was time. To start the competition, all the bodybuilders would individually walk onstage as each was introduced by name, age and weight, then stand shoulder to shoulder, flexing and posing, moving outward to the sides of the platform as each new contestant took center stage. Then would come the elimination rounds, leading to a final posedown between two finalists for the championship.
Each man was cheered as he strode on stage, his heavy musculature bulging, shining with oil and masculine prowess. In the audience were the city's elite: leading businessmen, distinguished doctors, famous(or infamous) lawyers. Over half were women, virtually all of them attractive, expensively coiffed, and elegantly dressed, the cream of the city's social aristocracy. A number of these beautiful, wealthy females were members of "the Gladiator's Harem." Mostly married, and totally infatuated with the handsome, arrogant muscle-stud, they attended all his sporting events and paid him well for discrete, but very satisfying, "services" which invariably left the matron in a state of complete undress, gasping for breath, slippery with sweat, but sexually satisfied. They, and the other women were enjoying the erotic spectacle of the macho muscle-hunks in their sexy bikinis, proudly strutting and flexing their brightly oiled muscles, their big buttocks and cocks straining and lightly bouncing inside their colorful, tight, thin, and oh so skimpy suits. You could practically smell the testosterone.
But when Cora stepped on-stage she created a sensation. The very last competitor to be introduced, she strode out majestically, all her muscles bulging and gleaming, to her place in the middle of the line of massive bodybuilders facing the audience, flexing, posing and primping. As the emcee announced, "Our final contestant, and the first woman to compete for the city heavyweight bodybuilding title, Ms. Cora Jones, 64 years old, and 285 pounds!" the audience exploded into an excited buzz of speculation, admiration and astonishment. Bare-breasted, her platinum frosted perm, nails, and white bikini contrasting beautifully with her smooth, darkly tanned skin, and bulging with unbelievably massive, rippling and sensuous muscle, the mature amazon hit a biceps shot that brought the house down. The proud musclelady dominated the stage as the male bodybuilders glanced nervously in her direction. The audience could tell that Cora was obviously bigger, brawnier, and more ripped than all but the very largest males and they eagerly looked forward to her side-by-side posedowns with them. But the men were not.
Cora was the only person on stage still smiling. Surrounded by much younger, almost naked, muscle-hunks, their tight tushes and big cocks restrained only by their tiny, suggestive, bikinis, she thrilled at the close physical proximity of so many potent male animals. She had a feeling of such physical and sexual power she radiated a force field of erotic strength that everyone could feel. Her broad, deeply ripped, boulder shoulders, glistening with oil, rubbed against the smaller men on her right and left and they brushed hips. She lowered her big pythons and gave both startled hunks an appraising squeeze on their rumps. "Mmmm, cute buns, for little guys!" she joked, loudly enough for the audience to hear.
After the presentation came the first call-outs, which eliminated half the contestants. Cora was relieved to hear her name announced(which was followed by loud applause)along with DeMille's and thirteen others. The next round would feature groups of three bodybuilders at a time, flexing and strutting their stuff on-stage. Cora's posing partners were two handsome young studs, recent college grads, who were only about 1/3rd Cora's age. She easily surpassed them in muscle mass and overall size, outweighing them by at least 50 pounds. Standing so close, occasionally brushing shoulders and hips, with the young, oiled, almost naked hunks, Cora was aroused to a fine edge. She wanted to strip off their bikinis and jump their bones on stage. With some difficulty, she re-focussed on her posing routine, hitting some spectacular shots as she flexed her freaky thighs and biceps to gargantuan size. To emphasize her superiority, as she posed side by side, almost hip to hip, with the hunky young males, Cora swung her huge thighs left and right, knocking her rivals off-balance and provoking laughs from the audience. At the end of the round, her name was again called. Cora had made it to the semi-finals! Only four male bodybuilders stood between her and the city title! The audience was buzzing with excitement. Despite her huge physique, no one had really taken the mature musclewoman seriously, but now she was a real threat to male muscle dominance! What would happen next?
The semi-finalists would each pose individually, then the two selected as finalists would pose side by side for the final showdown. Waiting her turn back stage, Cora realized she had not seen Sherma and Latroy for some time. In fact, the handsome black muscleman had never appeared on stage at all, and had been disqualified. Suddenly they both appeared out of a hallway. Both were sweaty and exhaused. Latroy, in his posing bikini, looked somewhat battered and was gingerly rubbing his neck, but was smiling, tiredly, as was Sherma. The big brunette was walking oddly, her legs splayed, her hair a tangled, sweat-soaked mess, hanging down her forehead. She staggered over to Cora and almost drunkenly put her arm around the older woman. "God, I'm sooooooooooooooo sore! I won't be able to walk straight for a week! Latroy has the biggest cock I've ever seen! He's wonderful!" It seemed that after retiring to a convenient private dressing room, Sherma had demanded the teenage musclestud go down on her. Latroy had refused, and Sherma had promptly put him into a tight neckscissors, grinding his face into her crotch and almost knocking him out before he agreed to satisfy her orally. Afterwards, she mounted his massive snake. "It took 10 minutes just to get that monster in!" Sherma exclaimed. "But I've never felt anything so good in my life!"
Sherma's account of her sexual escapades was interrupted when Tony DeMille's name was again called, this time for his individual posedown. He scowled at Cora as he stepped onto the posing platform. The women in the audience whistled in lusty appreciation as the big hunk began prancing and flexing his way through another exciting routine. Cora found herself getting hot, bothered and sweaty as she watched from just offstage. She couldn't take her eyes off his tiny, tightly stretched rasberry red bikini, which perfectly molded his big buns and massive curving snake, clearly outlining them for the viewing pleasure of the female spectators. The nearly naked Gladiator was enjoying himself, showing off his huge muscles for the horny women. As he finished and returned backstage, he haughtlily brushed past the mature strongwoman, sneering, "Top that, bitch!" He was certain that he had clinched another championship with his performance.
Cora just smiled, "Watch this, big boy!" It was now her turn, as the final contestant. The huge musclewoman strode confidently out on the stage, her bulging thighs, curving sensuously into her tiny white bikini as her theme music, We Will Rock You! began and Cora launched into her routine. The spectators were in an erotic frenzy now. Already deeply stirred by the cocky male champion, they were at least as awed by the unbelieveably massive muscles and animal presence of his female challenger. Could this superb, gorgeous, older strongwoman, 285 pounds of pure musclepower and feminine sex appeal, really defeat the handsome young male musclestuds at their own game? Cora felt totally aroused, close to the explosive edge of orgasm as she flexed and strutted her way through a spectacular display of her incredible physique. As she finished, she was rewarded with a storm of applause, whistles, and cheering. With a big smile, she walked regally off stage, the ultimate muscle queen.
A few minutes later, the auditorium was hushed as the emcee announced, "The judges have selected the two competitors who will meet each other in our final posedown of the night, to determine the new city heavyweight bodybuilding champion. They are Tony DeMille and...Cora Jones!"
The audience erupted with applause, cheers and excited buzzing. It was pandemonium! Cora had made it to the finals! She would go head to head and muscle to muscle against the male champion!
The two rivals stepped out onto the stage from opposite ends, meeting in the center. Tony glowered at Cora, "You got lucky, but this is where I blow you away, you old hag!" "Give it your best shot, handsome!" the smiling Cora answered.
The audience was now a seething mass of excited, aroused humanity as the historic confrontation on stage began. Before the posedown, the two massive rivals stood side by side, inches apart, while a judge tape-measured and compared their bodyparts, announcing the results to the audience. Cora's tree-trunk thighs were a good four inches thicker than Tony's, provoking loud murmurs of awe from the spectators, but the measurement everyone was waiting for was the last one: biceps. No one had ever come close to the Gladiator's huge guns. Both contestants pumped their arms and grunted with effort as their arms exploded to staggering size. Tony's were truly magnificent, but Cora's...Cora's incredible biceps looked like bulging Mt. Everests, rising out of her rippling arms!
"Biceps: Tony Demille, 20inches; Cora Jones, 22inches." Tony's eyes widened in shock and Cora smiled with pride. She had surpassed the champ in his pride and joy, his best bodypart, by two full inches! Now the crowd was buzzing loudly, deeply stirred by what everyone realized was a turning point in bodybuilding history.
Then came the long-awaited posedown, itself. Two of the most massively muscled bodybuilders in the world, one a 27yr old male, the other a 64 yr old female, both virtually naked, sporting only the briefest, most erotic, bikinis, flexed and posed side by side, shocking the auditorium again and again with the size, density, vascularity, and sheer shimmering power of their bulging muscles. Hundreds of light flashes erupted from all sides as cameras sought to record the incredible battle of the sexes taking place on the stage. DeMille, looking fierce, seemed as if he would bust a gut as he strained to pump his muscles to a record breaking size, grunting and straining with effort. Cora, glancing in his direction, thought for a split second, He looks worried! She, however, maintained her smile and seemed almost aristocratic in her poise and graceful, yet ultra-powerful, poses, her muscles exploding to truly unrivalled dimensions. Gradually, people in the audience began pointing at her, then turning and excitedly talking to their neighbors. They were exclaiming that Cora really was bigger and more heavily muscled than Tony! "My god, look at her biceps!" she heard someone say. It was staggering! As the posedown continued, Tony began fading, panting with exhaustion, but Cora's muscles swelled ever larger, growing, rippling, bulging, sending the audience into virtual hysteria and decisively outclassing the huffing and puffing male champ.
As the posedown ended the two beefy behemoths again stood side by side, facing the audience, both gleaming with the sweat from their exertions and the oil which highlighted their mind-boggling physiques, as they awaited the final decision. Cora's smooth, bronzed skin and huge rippling muscles glowed with power. She hit one last biceps shot, again exploding them to Himalayan size; DeMille's now looked puny in comparison! The beefy grandmother's confident smile was bigger than ever but the Gladiator was still gasping for breath.
The emcee walked onstage and faced the audience. Everyone was breathless with anticipation. The huge room was silent as a tomb. "The judges decision is unanimous! The winner of the tournament and the city's new heavyweight bodybuilding champion is Ms. Cora Jones!!"
There was an explosion of cheering, shouting, applause. Cora raised her arms in exultation and flexed her monster biceps in a victory pose. This was the moment she had trained for! She had dethroned the male champion and taken his title in one of the world's most "macho" sports! But she was rudely interrupted as the judges brought out her championship trophy. DeMille was furious. Refusing to shake Cora's offered hand, he snarled into her face, "You're nothing but a fake! I bet you're not even a woman! This whole thing is a fix! I'm still the true champ!"
Cora stopped smiling. She put her hands on her hips. A grim look came across her face. The big musclewoman stepped up so close to the ex-champion that they were literally toe-to-toe, their huge muscled, naked thighs and the fronts of their sensuous bikinis lightly grazing and brushing, even their supple, hard stomachs lightly touching as Cora's big, sexy knockers also made contact with the Gladiator's chest, her thick, wine-dark, two inch long nipples hard erect, indenting his own much smaller nipples. Their eyes locked on each other in mutual hostility. "OK, studly, I'm gonna give you a chance to back that UP! I beat you in bodybuilding because I'm bigger and stronger and more muscular than you are! And I will prove it to you on the wrestling mat, if you're MAN enough! I challenge YOU to wrestle ME in a submissions only match for MY bodybuilding title and YOUR wrestling title! Whaddaya say, Gladiator?"
The audience, which had heard every word of the confrontation and which had fallen silent, began excitedly murmuring yet again. DeMille snorted, "OK, bitch! I'm gonna show you who the stronger sex really is!" The two bodybuilders continued to stare each other down as the audience noted the tremendous erection of the Gladiator's snake, pushing agressively against the taut, thin fabric of the much older lady champion's tiny bikini, as well as the fact that Cora's big nipples were also fully erect and diamond hard.
Next morning the city newspaper headline created a sensation: FEMALE OUTMUSCLES THE MEN, WINS CITY HEAVYWEIGHT BODYBUILDING CHAMPIONSHIP! Cora Jones to wrestle Tony DeMille for dual championship in bodybuilding and wrestling.
to be continued...