G.L.A.M.

09:58 Major_Stone: Like every month, there are matches at the base. No tournaments. Only... fights against me! Always a few of the bravest... and the dumbest soldiers try to attack me and beat me. Funny thing is, I never know when they're gonna come, how many they're gonna have at once, or if they're gonna use any cold weapons. I'm still expecting first challengers today... so for now, I'm in my gym lifting heavy two-handed dumbbells and pumping my muscles.

10:04 Gunnar_Einar: I’ve just joined up with this battalion and have been looking forward to seeing some action. I hear that there’s plenty of it to be had, on the field and in the encampment too. Guys and girls both have spoken in whispers about the Major, from all accounts a giantess who could crush rocks with a glare. I, of course, know that’s a buncha horseshit. I ask around and hear she’s at the gym, so I head there to see if I can verify the ghost stories. Strut into the covered gym, stopping dead in my tracks at the sight of you, jaw dropping “Holy…shit…” I whisper in awe. I’m no slouch at 6’4” 245lbs of muscle but…this Major is a BEAST! Shake off my inital reaction and strut up to where you are “Hey, need a spot?” yt

10:10 Major_Stone: When I see a "guest" in the gym I lift a two-handed dumbbell weighing about 100kg to chest level, support it with only a few fingers and with the remaining ones I lightly gesture for you to come. "Looks like an interesting evening..." I then put the dumbbell down on the floor, straighten up, straddle my body and put my hands on my hips. "Rookie? I don't remember you... and I think I'd remember your size. Not bad for soldier. Almost tall as me... thats cute."

10:16 Gunnar_Einar: You hold up your dumbbell…100kg?! Like it weighs nothing. Shit…maybe everyone wasn’t just talking crazy shit? I put back on my cloak of confidence and cockiness. “Damn right you’d remember me!” I flex my pecs, the muscles surging under my plain green shirt tucked into tactical army pants. “And cute? More like devastatingly handsome and built like a god!” I tease and flex up my 21” biceps. I reach down to attempt to lift the 100kg barbell with one hand, managing to get it up to chest level, sweating, before I drop it down. “Word around camp is you’re the one to beat!”

10:24 Major_Stone: "Oh, you're a 'real' Hercules..." I watch you lift 100kg with one arm. Admittedly, I've never seen anything like it on base. You are really BIG, but... it takes more than that to impress me. Maybe it's my muscles, maybe it's the extreme doses of steroids behind my form... but my self-confidence sometimes plays against me. On the other hand... I can afford it. Without any cover, I open my arms and fully expose my chest, including my extra-large perfectly round boobs. "Show me what you got, big boy. Not against an iron, but against my iron muscles!"
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10:31 Gunnar_Einar: You eye me as I lift, weighing and judging to see what the next move will be. I half expect you to dress me down and report me for talking to you the way I just was but suddenly it all becomes clear where this is headed. You strip down and expose your massive body…the sight of it drying my mouth for a moment. Not only are you corded with rockhard muscle, but your perfectly engineered breasts are something else. I have to look up a bit to look you in the eye. Wait…now that we’re this close, I realize you’re bigger than me. Well…can’t say I’m surprised. “I was all-state in high school and college, almost went pro before getting recruited. You’ve got muscle and all lady but, you sure you want a piece of this?” I tear my shirt off and flex my massive biceps up with a confident smirk, 21” mounds of muscle perfection yt
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10:41 Major_Stone: I'm watching your biceps. Massive sculpted muscle. Hard, no doubt. Definitely able to easily impress almost every woman. "I can take your biceps for a breakfast..." I say. And then... I lift one of my arms and show off my massive biceps. Covered by veins, it looks like a piece of granite under the skin. "I'm not big on measurements... but it seems bigger..." I fiddle with my biceps a bit, moving my forearm and letting my biceps move. "I'm the only one here who can fire a heavy machine gun without it being fixed. The only one whose arm can withstand massive recoil. This is my GUN!"

10:46 Gunnar_Einar: You inspect my arms as if we’re both at morning drills. I smirk, cocky and confident my muscle will show off well. I may be young, but I am fucking BUILT! That thought shatters as you flex up your bicep, a rockhard slab of muscle that is striated with veins. “Damn…” I mutter unthinking. “That may be so MAJOR, but you’ll fall to the power of THESE GUNS!” I growl and flex harder, going chest to chest with you in challenge

11:09 Major_Stone: "Yes, come on. I'll introduce you to my hard boobs!" I too will step against you, slowly but surely. Until our bodies collide. My pecs and boobs on top squeeze against your pecs! And at the same time, I'll grab you with my arms around your waist. "I'll show you how hard my body is!" Despite this, my boobs are still only boobs! They are fake! Perfect round shape, veins, muscles around and they are very firm but still it's implant! I'm not sure this clash could ends but I'm always going into every fight with brave.

11:15 Gunnar_Einar: We clash together, my hard pecs against your firm muscled tits. I can feel the firmness of the implants against my muscles. I bounce my pecs to battle yours, reaching around your waist right before you reach for mine and UNGHHHHH I strain hard to maintain the bearhug, shifting my grip to try and lift you off the ground and endure your own crushing power. “We shall see who is stronger!”

11:37 Major_Stone: I feel my hard boobs begin to flatten under the pressure of your pecs. "Such a... strength!" I utter... in a surprised voice. And then you try to lift me up... My weight is indeed extreme. The strength of my muscles makes them extremely heavy, and my weight almost matches the greatest sumo wrestlers. Lifting my 200kg off the ground is almost a superhuman task. But I'll let you try... I expect you to exhaust yourself and then it will be easier to crush you with my bearhug.

11:40 Gunnar_Einar: I manage to lift you, getting you just BARELY a few inches off the ground before I’m forced to drop you back down. Chest heaving in air from my attempt to lift you. The look in your eyes says you knew this would be the outcome of that attempt. I try to refocus and tighten up on the bearhug, and NOT try to lift this behemoth of a woman. Biceps and triceps rippling as I squeeze tight “YEAHHHH GIRL TAKE IT!” Still trying to exude confidence

11:46 Major_Stone: As I feel the empty place under my legs, a look of surprise appears on my face... which is then replaced by a smile. My wide jaws set their teeth on you. I resist your bearhug but feel my muscles move involuntarily under your pressure. But then... I show my embrace. I grip your back firmly and begin to tighten my grip. You're like a horseshoe in a vice... Hard, unyielding, but the iron around squeezes you harder and harder. And then I lift you off the ground in my bearhug... and hold you up. "My bear hug... could defeat a bear!"

11:52 Gunnar_Einar: Your body feels amazing against mine, your rippling musculature not only visually stunning, but also dangerously powerful. I find out just how powerful as you show me the first glimpse of your strength. I can feel your muscles surging as you shift but then “OH NGH FUCK!” your bearhug suddenly begins to overpower my own grip, flexing my core to fight it. I grit my teeth then HNNNGHHH you lift me off the ground and I push hard against your chin to push your head back and break your grip “Let nghhh me huff huff DOWN!”

11:58 Major_Stone: You push on my head and I can't fight it. I need both my hands on the bearhug. Ugh... get... away... from my... argh! Finally, I have no choice but to... jerk you violently and throw your body to the ground to the side, releasing my grip completely. When we're apart again, I'll check my boobs. One looks pretty good, the other is deformed. "Oh... you... bruised my boob! That was big mistake, muscle boy! Big mistake!" My face turn red by anger.

12:01 Gunnar_Einar: You toss me aside like I weight nothing, my body crashing into a nearby weight bench. I gather myself up and see you are pissed. Well…this wasn’t gonna end up with everyone happy anyways! You’re checking out your tits and I come charging in, one hand trailing behind me and as I get close to you it rockets upwards to slam into your abs BAMMMMM my fist clenching a 50kg dumbbell

12:06 Major_Stone: I'm totally not expecting something like that. And even if I step towards you, I'm gonna get a terrible punch in the abs! BAAM! In an instant, my abs sag visibly back into my body until my ribs start to show for a moment. I'm holding my abs with one hand while backing up. Pain in face... I'm looking at the barbell in your hands! 50kg! A punch of that weight would kill almost anyone. But... not me!

12:09 Gunnar_Einar: I finally get a reaction out of this massive muscle queen. I grin, seeing you’re not invincible. I drop the weight and close in, matching the distance and dart in to grab you, ducking down and NGHHHHH go for a cross body lift and body slam to your massive muscled bod!

12:24 Major_Stone: I almost... can't... believe you can lift me... "Argh!" I scream in anger... That... impossible! Or... maybe not! And then you slam me to the floor. My entire 200kg body is on the floor on my back, looking up at you. Each fall is very painfull for so big body of me. I'm surprised... shocked... But not finished! I take advantage of my position and kick you right in the knees with both feet.

12:28 Gunnar_Einar: Managing to slam you down was my proudest moment in a long time! My body is flushed with adrenaline, muscles pumped and ready to rock. Looking down on you at my feet, I smirk and wave you up cockily just as ARGHHHHH your kick connects, jarrin my legs hard and nearly breaking them! If the angle had been any different…I fall backwards onto one of the nearby weight benches, holding my knees in pain FUCK

12:35 Major_Stone: Slowly, I get to my feet and stand in front of you. "You are a strong fighter! You've already won a medal. It's kind of special medal for soldiers and other challengers. Whoever can knock me down gets it." I walk over to the locker and pull out a bronze medal with a picture of me on it. 🥉"It's yours... and you're the first on the base to have it." I'll throw the medal on your chest. But as you can see... it's just a bronze. I'll grab the empty bar from the bench press. "You got enough, or are you gonna try for more?" I place the bar on my shoulders, not as a weapon but as a future demonstration of my still extraordinary strength.

18:01 Gunnar_Einar: I react without thought, catching the medal in my big paw as you toss it at me. I look down and grin. First on the base huh? Not a bad first week then. I look up at you at your next words. “I’m ready for anything you wanna toss my way Major” I rub my knees a bit more before standing and walking your way. “What you got for me?” pecs bouncing

18:08 Major_Stone: "The challenge souds easy... beat me! Beat me so much that I woudn't be able to stand up!" I then brace myself and with the strength of my arms begin to push the bar against my back and slowly bend it. "Argggh!" I growl as the iron bends into a U shape. My muscular arms fighting against iron. And iron loosing. When I'm finally done I show you the iron U and throw it at your feet. "But this challenge won't be easy..."

18:20 Gunnar_Einar: I raise an eyebrow at your proclamation on the next challenge. “Beat you that bad…are you fighting back? Sounds like you’re turning into a painpig jobber Major.” I taunt you but my voice trails off at the end as you bend the iron with the sheer raw power of your incredible physique. I look down at the iron bar and pick it up, testing it. I can barely budge the iron. Get a determined look and MGHHHHHHH neck and shoulder muscles flexing to the max as I begin to unbend your bar. “Easy huff as nnghhh pie!” I fire back, chest heaving as I toss the (mostly) straight bar back at you. It mighta taken me longer to get there than you but I still got the raw power of my own to handle you with. Pumped up and flex an arm, veins tracing its rockhard surface. “Lets rumble then Major.”

18:26 Major_Stone: I'll catch a flying pole in flight. "That's not bad..." I acknowledge when I see it's almost straight and toss it aside so it doesn't get in our way. "Just you, me and whatever the gym has to offer..." I step slowly towards you but then... surprisingly fast for my size, I turn and execute a kick from turn aimed at your chest! BAM! My heavy army boot right on your pectoral muscles. "Fight before was just warm up! I'll show you how tough I'm.

18:35 Gunnar_Einar: You catch the pole as easily as I caught that medal. Gear up for round 2 as you come towards me, matching your slow pace as we close in. I try to read your next move but UNGHHHH your lightning fast spin kick hammers into my chest, knocking me staggering backwards and almost launching me off my feet! I crash into the squat rack, grabbing some weights to steady myself “Damn, she isn’t messing around” I mutter to myself

18:45 Major_Stone: I keep walking towards you. I guess you'll be expecting another spin kick... but I still have a few tricks in store. I'm trying something similar but quicker. When I get close enough I send another direct kick to your abs in an attempt to roll you over the rack and knock you down. I'm trying to be ustoppable during this attack. To proof my powerfull body. Reputation means a lot for me and want to directly proof who is superior here.

18:48 Gunnar_Einar: You keep walking in closer, closing rapidly and before I can right myself. Your next powerful kick nails me dead center in my unflexed abs UNGHHHHHH clutch my stomach as I go flying down over the squat rack. Land in a groaning heap, struggling up after losing my breath. Strong AND fast? Deadly combo m

18:51 Major_Stone: I lean my hands on the top dumbbells on the rack and look behind it to see you. "Still able to get up? You surprise me. But all the better! I love the hardness!" I smile.

18:59 Gunnar_Einar: “Yeah? Then you’ll love this!” I say as I surge up to my feet, squat rack bar in hand. I swing it up and into your sixpack, the bar crashing into your abs

19:03 Major_Stone: "Ohh!" I gasp, leaning forward. I feel pain coursing through my abs. A blow almost as hard as before with the barbell. "Is that all you can do?!" I angry shout at you trying to flex my hurted abs.

19:06 Gunnar_Einar: “No, but it got your attention!” I grin and drive my knee into your armor plated core ONCE TWICE THREE TIMES! Hands hooked behind your neck. I shove your head down between my massive quads and flex, wrapping your waist and go for a piledriver, grunting and straining to lift you

19:15 Major_Stone: After kicks to abs, my belly create something like abs vacuum. Abs moves deep into body to create hole under ribs. But i didn't controll it. I also fail to grab your thighs. My hands were is so bad position. So I rely only on my weight, though you've already proven that it's not an impossible obstacle for you either. And then my feet involuntarily leave the ground. And you hold my whole body off the ground!

19:29 Gunnar_Einar: Red faced and huffing in air, your massive muscled frame heavier than ever. I growl and flexxxxxx heaving you up and onto one shoulder instead, locking you into a single shoulder backbreaker. I bounce your massive muscle once…keep balance..good…and again! Gravity and your own muscle working against you as your spine bends. “Look at you now Major! Just a big muscle Barbie for me to beat down!” I taunt with a grunt of effort

19:36 Major_Stone: I can feel my spine bending... more and more... I growl with rage but it's no use. I try to twist my muscular arm into a position where I can grab you. But I can't. So... despite the pain in my spine, I start to moving my body. I'm trying to get you to not take the weight and have to let me go. I'm arching, I'm moving my body from side to side how much I can...

19:41 Gunnar_Einar: Your arms flailing above, trying to grab me but you can’t snag my head or break my arm’s grip. You start thrashing heavily though and that’s a guarantee I am gonna lose this battle. Keeping you up there while still was hard, keeping you up there while you actively fight it is next to impossible. I drop you down before your jerking pulls a muscle in my back!

19:46 Major_Stone: I'm gonna fall on my back, which is gonna take my breath away from this height! But my body must... get up! Get up! I'm talking to myself. I roll over onto my stomach, brace my hands on the ground to lift my body up a little and kick you in the lower abs. I continue to roll over and start to get to my feet. It's only when I straighten up that I feel how much my back hurts! "This Barbie... huh... can... can put a second hole in your ass, boy!" I point at you, trying to fix my hurted back.

19:55 Gunnar_Einar: I drop you down and wait as you’re getting up, wanting to strike at the perfect moment. You take that option away with a defensive kick to my lower abs that hammers home right as I’m leaning in UGHHHHH I gasp and drop to my knees, your boot print on my lower abs. Wind knocked outta me as I try to get to my feet

20:00 Major_Stone: When I see that you might start to get to your feet, I come at you from the side, raise one arm and... hit you from above, on the top of the shoulder with my whole forearm. BAM! I'm trying to knock you even lower to the ground.

20:06 Gunnar_Einar: Your massive muscled arm clubs down onto my traps UNGHHH knocking me back down to my knees with a grunt of pain, knee jamming into the hard packed ground. I drive a shoulder up with a yell into your core, arms wrapping around your waist as I spear you hard “Take that!” I yell

20:15 Major_Stone: After all those punches to my abs, each successive punch is that much more painful. I can't believe you still have the strength to fight. But I'm impressed that we have such a strong recruit. When you grab me around the waist, I get the chance to do the same with you. I'm gonna lean over you and grab you around the waist, then lift you up to my shoulder level. Your 100kg isn't too much for me, but war machine of me is getting tired! My heavy body could be exhausted more quickly then body of smaller fighters. And that's not good. I gather my strength and throw your body onto the free weight rack at iron plates of various sizes. "Now... huh... you... won't get up... hopefully," I add quietly to myself.

20:20 Gunnar_Einar: I grunt with effort, planting my feet as if to lift you up once more, but you bend down and envelope me in your muscular embrace, yanking me up to shoulder height, suddenly airborne and at your mercy! I freeze, unsure how to counter and that costs me as you hurl me across the gym, my body slamming into the free weight rack, the impact snapping my body backwards UNGHHHH my head cracks into a heavy plate, nearly knocking me out! I land in a crumpled heap, moaning in pain

20:27 Major_Stone: I sigh wearily and watch for a moment to see if you get up. But I see a pool of blood underneath the rack, and it looks serious. I'll come closer... and I look at you. "I'm not letting you die, soldier!" I kick the door out of the gym. "Medic!" I shout, trying to get help.

20:45 Gunnar_Einar: I struggle to hands and knees, grabbing my forehead and feeling behind to where blood is gushing from a scalp wound. Those metal weights can be unforgiving! I grimace as I stand, waving wearily at you “It’s just a head cut, I’m fine.” I stumble up to my feet, weaving a bit but grip the squat rack to steady myself. Smile at you and nod in respect “You’re one tough warrior Major, I’m proud to be a part of this battalion!”

20:53 Major_Stone: "You have my respect, soldier. Whenever you want and need, you can train here with me. Blood is part of a tough fight, but I don't want to see you dead."
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Published: 2023-04-27, viewed 84 times.