Michele de la Rocheliere
by Phylogynia
The winner of the male & female bodybuilding world championship.

 
Introduction

    By now, you all know Michele de la Rocheliere's story. The first woman 
to almost win the unified bodybuilding title. You probably also know the 
scandal that follows, the censored pictures in the newspapers and the 
unaltered ones in porn mags. You probably also know how Willy "Beau" 
Wilson's career was shattered and how the American ego was bruised by the 
whole saga.
    So why write yet another piece on it?
    Well, simply because I believe that the whole truth was never 
revealed, because no one really understand the motivation behind her 
actions and - perhaps even more importantly - because no one knows the 
story from the inside as I do.
    Who else but her closest friend for more than a year can tell you how 
she reached the incredible state she was in when she performed her now 
famous humiliation, how hard she worked for it and what she sadly gained 
out of it. If you read the following story you will discover an amazing 
story spanning nearly eight years, involving the most amazing woman of 
this century and involving the world of bodybuilding the way it used to be 
i.e. before the advent of Michele de la Rocheliere.

Michele's past

    I've met Michele after her second Miss Universe crown. She was then 17 
and already the greatest female bodybuilder this planet had ever seen and 
already she had been retired from the scene for a full year. When I met 
her, she hadn't been training for many months but even then she had the 
hardest body I ever encounter. She didn't have a single gram of fat and 
her strength was incredible. Her sexual appetite was also frightening and 
God knows why she took fancy of me. She was rich, immensely rich, famous, 
she was of incredible beauty and of a sharp intelligence. I was then 35, 
trying to keep my shape, fighting gravity as they say and if I consider 
myself intelligent, I didn't see myself as particularly gifted. What is it 
that attracts her to me it is not clear at all; at least to me. Michele is 
very secretive and I lost long ago any hope of probing her motivations. 
All I can do is to guess. But this is of little importance.

    Michele comes from a French-Canadian middle-class family. Actually, 
she never met her father. She was raised alone by her mother who gave 
Michele her secretive side. She's a marvellous woman who always supported 
her daughter in her enterprises. Pardon me the cliche, but she was her 
greatest fan. Her mother never revealed who the father was; she kept on 
saying that he was no mere mortal, whatever that means. Through the years, 
I came to believe this to be true, literally. How can a mere mortal create 
the goddess that Michele is? According to Jeanne, Michele's mother, she 
discovered at a young age that she was different from her little friends. 
She was incredibly athletic; lean, powerful, fast, incredibly gifted at 
school, in sports, socially brilliant and of pure unadulterated beauty. 
The king of young girl you now will become out of your league as soon as 
she'd hit puberty. In the case of Michele, she was out of everyone's 
league even before that.
    What was most striking about Michele was her muscularity. Not so much 
that she was big. At 12 she was still slim but she seemed carved out of 
marble, as if her skin was simply painted on the stone statue that was her 
body.  It didn't take Michele very long before figuring out that her 
physique was an asset that she could exploit to her advantage. She was 
very precocious and her intelligence was ample enough to realise this. At 
about 13 she discover sexuality. Not in herself but in all the boys that 
used to be fascinated by her body. Mostly, they were older than her by a 
fair few years and even though, the didn't feel lust she could understand 
it, if this is possible. She loved the flash her washboard abs and wear 
stockings, or tight short skirts to show her tight little ass. She didn't 
understand quite why but she appreciated the attention she was getting. 

The two world titles

    When she did finally discover her sexuality - when she turned 14 - she 
dicovered in her a powerful narcissism. An unexplainable attraction to her 
own body that created in her a powerful desire to take her physique to the 
extreme, that made her become self-obsessed but at the same time 
stimulated a pride that knew no bounds. The first time she felt the 
tingling sensation in her lower stomach, she simply chased the cutest male 
around and sat on him, forcing him inside her, simply brushing aside the 
pain of the first penetration as the desire was overwhelming.
    She knew so well that what attracted all these men to her was her 
incredible body, the sexuality that emanated form her lean shape, her 
round ass, the strong yet gracious muscle of her long legs. The pure 
beauty of her face was secondary to her and she never discovered the 
egotistic pleasure of make-up, of lipstick or perfume. They were all 
unnecessary, useless time wasted as nothing could be more important that 
showing off this body she was endowed.
    Fitness and bodybuilding became respectively her philosophy and 
religion. By 15 she had developed effortlessly a body that already became 
legendary. She was then one of the largest female bodybuilder to ever 
compete. She soon went from regional to provincial champion, soon followed 
by the national championship and then she won the miss Olympia contest 
amongst great debate as a lot of people thought that she didn't disserve 
it, that they only gave it to her for she was so young and beautiful and 
that it was such a good publicity for bodybuilding in general. She was a 
fantastic ambassador for the sport, her charming accent coupled to her 
ivory smile was more publicity than money can buy and her willingness to 
strip down to a bare minimum at the drop of a hat was a God send for the 
media.
    When posing, Michele transformed into a stage beast. Her sexuality 
became a force that few men could resist and she generated more lust and 
jealousy than any Hollywood actress ever did. Some said she slept her way 
to the top. The fact is that, indeed she did sleep with a lot of people, 
is to me more an indication of the combination of her remarkable 
intelligence and powerful libido than a cunning way to the top that she 
didn't need anyhow.
    The following year she came back even bigger and quite taller, 
dominating the stage by such a margin that it became clear she had no 
opposition that deserved this name. Her muscularity was now at the level 
of many male bodybuilder; perhaps not the heavyweights but she would have 
fared well against the lightweights or even some small middleweight.
    With this second title came a great wealth, a worldwide fame but to 
the surprise of everyone she decided to retire. No one really knows why, 
she never said, not even to me. Knowing her as I do, I could only guess 
that she knew that there was indeed no competition out there, no challenge 
and that basically, she had other fish to fry. 

The retirement year

    That's when I met her. She had bought a comfortable cottage next to a 
lake north of Montreal. The word soon went around that Michele de la 
Rocheliere was now living in the neighbourhood. When I first heard about 
it, my heart almost exploded. The high priestess of my religion was now 
swimming in my lake! By an extraordinary change, my cottage was opposite 
hers and each day she swam to my jetty and back a few time and we soon 
met. The first time we talked, I was on the jetty soaking in some sun and 
reading a book about the poor state of politics in this day and age. I 
heard this voice coming from the end of the jetty: "Bonjour!". I put my 
book down, got up and walked to the end. I looked down and suddenly, 
realising it was her, my legs started to shake and my heart to race 
uncontrollably. "I'm your new neighbour, I'm Michele." was her next 
sentence. I thought "Say something you dickhead! say something!". I 
mustered enough self-control to greet her with "Hi, I'm K.".
    - Nice to meet you K.. Hope you don't mind if I come to your jetty 
when I cross the lake?
After too long a pause, I clumsily said
    - You're Michele de la Rocheliele, aren't you?"
I will never forget the smile she beamed at me. Pure beauty, overwhelming 
sexiness.
    - Hmm, your a bodybuilding fan I see.
And gripping the last plank of the jetty, she hoisted herself up 
effortlessly and suddenly she was standing a foot away from me, dripping 
wet. How can I described how inferior I felt. At 16 she was already taller 
than me by a good five centimetre, she must have been at least 20 kilos 
heavier than me and I'm not particularly skinny of shabby. Although she 
had been retired from sometime then, she seemed as hard as rock. Her 
bikini was a joke. The top was stretch across a striated chest that I 
would have only thought possible on the most gifted male athlete. There 
was no breasts at all, the top was barely covering a tiny fraction of two 
gigantic muscle that begged to be touched. The swim through the lake had 
created a lace of veins in her arms and shoulders than made me ashamed of 
my male condition.
    That's when she started to notice the only exceptional gift that 
nature gave me.
    - Wow! that's impressive! she said looking down at the huge bulge in 
my swimsuit. My cock was rapidly filling my tight lycra swimsuit and there 
was very little I could do to stop that. 
    A little aside is needed here.

    As a young man, I rapidly discover that my manhood was large, 
extremely large. In fact, it was in many ways too large. For years, I had 
to live with the shame of my first sexual experience. This woman - no 
doubt a control freak - got very upset when she realised that there was 
very little she could do with my penis to please herself as its sheer 
volume prohibited her to insert it in any orifice. Very upset and in a 
foul mood, she simply jerked me off and while doing so - I can still hear 
it - she was muttering "Useless, totally useless.".  This of course 
shattered my ego and it took me years to discover that there is an 
important fraction of the female population who quite enjoy the feeling of 
being filled to the brim. Particularly older women. I discovered too late 
that half of me was more than sufficient to satisfy to the extreme my 
sexual partners.

    - Let me have a look at this, Michele said and as she pulled on the 
edge of my swimsuit . My monster cock immediately spilled over and, freed, 
it started to expand which brought a huge smile on Michele's face.
    - How big does it get?, she added as she wrapped a hand around my 
still expanding cock. Swallowing heavily, sweating and trembling I replied 
"Quite big...". I could believe the strength of my erection by then. Its 
giant head was now pointing straight up and the whole shaft was covered 
with thick veins that I didn't even know I had. My heart was pumping 
furiously and my head felt incredibly light. I was about to come and she 
had done nothing. Somehow Michele, pulled herself out of her state of 
hypnosis, and stepped back:
    - K., you are my man. I've never seen anything like it. Tonight come 
to my place, on the other side and I promise you and your unbelievable 
friend a fuck to remember.
    She then dived back in the lake, disappeared under the water over an 
incredible distance and swan effortlessly at an incredible pace towards 
her cottage. I was left on the jetty with my raging erection in a state 
lust bordering madness. The thought of me in bed with her was almost 
unbearable and in order to stop me from coming all over the jetty, I 
jumped in the cold water of that early summer.

    I could tell you a lot about Michele sexuality but my aim is not to 
boast nor to put the emphasis on how intense our physical encounters were. 
Let's say that I don't know at all how I could cope without having her in 
my life anymore. How desperate I would feel not to be able to enjoy her 
incredible body and mind, how lost I would be without the intense sexual 
benefits she greets me.
    No, I write to tell you on how she became the mythical figure she has 
become and for those how are seeking some written voyeurism, do not stop 
reading here as an incredible story will unfold in the following pages.

The come back

    - You know, you're barely 16 and already you are the most muscular 
woman I ever seen, I said to her a few month after meeting her as she was 
caressing my morning glory.
    - I know, but I'm tired of all this and besides I've proven what I had 
to prove. Do you see any real competition out there for me, she said 
flexing an incredible biceps right under my nose. My heart rate raised.
    - That's a point, that's a point. Competition is the key word I 
suppose.
    - Besides I'm happy now, I'm well off, I've got everything I want and 
especially, I've got this, she said swallowing the head of my penis and 
trying to fit as much in her mouth as she could possible do.
    Looking down on her, all I could see was her incredible muscular back 
and her no less impressive arms as she was caressing my chest with her 
strong hands. My body was paralysed by the waves of pleasure she was 
generating in me. With a trembling voice, I managed to say
    - You could probably beat most men...
Raising her head from off me and grabbing my penis with one hand, she 
stroke me slowly and with her sexy eyes riveted on mine she said
    - I'm sure I could, K., I'm sure I could.
This was an unfortunate moment for me to come. She felt very disappointed 
that I could not refrain and satisfy her. She turned around and drop on 
the bed next to me. She looked very pensive. I apologised and without 
coming out of her daydream, she made a gesture of the hand that meant not 
to worry about it. For the whole day she was absent minded and didn't 
speak at all so I decided to go to my place for a change. Not thinking 
that I had just instilled in her a decision that was to change the 
perception of genders for years to come.
    The next morning she came right in. It was barely 8 o'clock, I was 
still sleeping. By the time I came back to my senses she was already 
talking at a million miles an hour. I rubbed my eyes, cleared my throat 
and told her to slow down and start from scratch.
    - Look, I've been thinking and I came to the conclusion that I need a 
new challenge, something difficult, something exciting.
    - Yeah, that's quite normal, you can't retire from life at 16!
    - Exactly, so I had this incredible idea.
    - Yes, and what is it?
She moved away from the bed. She was wearing an incredibly sexy summer 
dress and looked incredibly womanly. Her breasts had grown in the latest 
months and they were still small by comparison with her chest but 
nevertheless were very, well, attractive. She widened her feet and as she 
got on tiptoes tensing her huge calves and quads, she hit a double biceps 
pose that sent an electricity jolt down my spine. With this incredible 
display of muscularity there was no doubt that I had in front of me the 
most amazing female bodybuilder of our times. She looked at her biceps 
with contentment and announce:
    - I will win the unified male & female bodybuilding world 
championship.
    Something bizarre happened to me then. I lost vision for a few seconds 
and also my whole body got shaken by something I never experience before. 
It was as if something had exploded in me. What was this "unified title"? 
As far as I know, it didn't exist and anyway, she had no chance. She was 
big, really big for woman but she had no chance. I guess I must have sit 
there for a long while not saying anything because Michele approached the 
bed again and in her face I saw the diabolic plan she had concocted. Of 
course, it didn't exist but she would create it against all odds and if 
she could harness all the will I could see in her eyes, she could well win 
it! Never before have I seen anyone so determine, so powerful, so 
superior. I felt like a subhuman compare to this goddess, I felt like my 
life was hers and that I would be one of the tools she would use to get to 
her aim. I was helpless. She sat next to me and said:
    - Poor K., you came all over your sheets and chest. Let me take care 
of this...

    The plan was the following. She would get into serious training for 
the first time of her life and become the most muscular human being on the 
planet. Simple, isn't it? Of course, there was more to it than that. She 
had to create this "unified title" and for this she needed six months. Why 
six months? Simply because, in the state she was in, nobody would take her 
seriously. She needed six month to get to the level of a heavyweight male 
bodybuilder and then challenge the reigning Mr Universe. The timing was 
excellent. The next Mr Universe crown was being fought for in four and a 
half month. Two months later, she would held a press conference and 
release pictures of herself, pictures of the new gigantic Michele de la 
Rocheliere. She would then challenge Mr Universe to a one on one contest. 
Michele never doubted for a second that she could win it. She kept saying 
that with her genetics she would redefine what bodybuilding meant. She 
would simply annihilate her opponent, whoever it might be. Of course, I 
had doubts but I think it would have been a major mistake on my part not 
to take part in this fantastic adventure. Besides, something inside of me 
was telling me that she might well accomplish this impossible plan.

    - Who won? who won?
    - It's this guy, Willy "Beau" Wilson. He's huge.
This was the night of the Mr Universe contest. Michele missed most of it 
as she said that training was more important than watching who she was 
going to pulverise (her word).  We both watch Willy parading on stage 
receiving his prize. Under the flash of the cameras, he hit a few poses 
that were truly remarkable. Not only did he win, but he did so 
convincingly. He was the champ. No doubt about it.
    - Willy, hey? I know him, we've met in Chicago two years ago. Boy he 
sure improved. Those steroids can do  wonders.
    I looked at Michele. She was standing next to me wearing her training 
shorts and top, holding an isotonic water bottle. She was big now, really 
big. Especially her chest and arms. She had worked a lot on those. I ran 
my eyes from her ankles up to her neck admiring her curves, drooling over 
all her muscles and being entranced by her beauty. But I knew she was no 
contest for Willy "Beau" Wilson. She looked down at me at somehow guessed 
what I was thinking.
    - Cheer up, K.. The plan will work. Next month, I organise the news 
conference and in six months time, I'll show this Willy who is the 
dominant sex on this planet.
    Michele worked incessantly for the next month. I reinvented myself as 
a professional photographer as she was adamant that nobody else but me 
should see her new body. In the six month that had just passed, Michele 
had made progress beyond comprehension. She had put on at least 20 kg of 
pure steel hard muscle and she was starting to look more and more like she 
could fulfil her new dream. Another important aspect was that she was 
becoming more and more like a woman; she was losing her teenager aspect. 
Her hips and breast had acquired a maturity that she didn't possess. She 
kept on saying she needed more chest muscle to compensate for the now 
large breasts that her 17th year had offer her. One day she decided that 
the photo shoot was ripe. By then I had become fairly good at it. We 
reorganised a section of the training room as an improvised studio. 
Michele got ready for the shoot by doing an hour of training and then she 
oiled herself and strapped on a black micro-bikini. The top was so tight 
that it squashed her breast and the bottom was barely covering her crotch.
    We did the shoot in half an hour and we picked 3 photos out of the 
hundreds. Through her connection with the press, Michele organised a press 
conference were she was suppose to announce her comeback to the 
bodybuilding scene. The day of the conference, in front of the press, the 
camera and the reporters from all over America, she announced that she was 
ready to challenge Willy "Beau" Wilson in a one-on-one contest, here in 
Montreal and that if he was a man, he'd better show up. The media got hold 
of this story as if they lives dependent on it. Michele's pictures went 
round the world many times through faxed, modem and snail mail.
    - Look at this, K.. Front page of today's paper!
The title was "Michele vs Willy, une histoire a finir" (Michele and Willy, 
an inescapable clash). Beneath the title was a picture of Michele, my 
picture! They had chosen the one where Michele was casually resting in one 
leg, hand together behind her back, tensing her striated shoulders and 
projecting her chest forward. Her breasts seemed like they were going to 
explode and the whole impression was that she was incredibly powerful and 
sexy. But she was a long way behind Willy. When I expressed my concern to 
her she simply replied
    - Don't you worry, K., we still have six months. ...and you ain't seen 
nothin yet.

    A month later, Willy and Michele were again in front of the camera 
this time to officially announce the date of the event. Willy was wearing 
a track suit and beamed a confidence that was almost disheartening. He was 
all smile, chatting and joking with the press people. He was supremely 
confident. He got there ahead of time and sat in front of the microphones 
and the rows of seats set up for the journalists. Michele had it all 
planned. We picked her outfit carefully: sexy dress, high-heels, 
sophisticated make-up. She looked incredible. When she finally entered the 
press room from the back, a long silence followed her along the main 
alley.
    This scene is quite hard to describe and I'm sure all people present 
will never forget this tall, incredibly muscular woman who mesmerised them 
all by the way she walked, the defiance in her eyes, her long incredible 
strong legs and her broad shoulders that would have been the envy of most 
hockey or football players. I'm certain that most men had problems keeping 
their dicks in the underwear but I had to watch Willy's face, this was the 
important point here.
    As she entered, Willy was in conversation with someone who decidedly 
thought that there was something better to do than talk to the current 
world bodybuilding champion. When Willy turned around to see what was 
happening, he immediately lost his smile and his mouth dropped a few 
inches. His eyes were riveted on this impossibly sexy woman walking down 
the alley. As a man, I can tell you that Willy's eyes were shining with 
lust and if he wasn't drooling, it is simply because he was too much of a 
professional to do so. Michele walked up to the table, went around him, 
look down at Willy who was sitting, beamed a smile at him and sat down. 
The silence of the crowd lasted for a few more seconds, until a crescendo 
of questions exploded.
    - One at the time, please! said Michele.
    - Do you really think you have a chance, Michele?
She mysteriously turned towards Willy and still looking at him she 
answered while stealthily rubbing Willy's thigh with one hand.
    - Of course I do. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here tonight.
    - Your big, but not that big, came a remark from a corner.
Moving her hand up his thigh, she softly grabbed his erect penis and 
equivocally said
    - You know, size is not that important!
With hindsight, I can see now that Willy refrained from jerking. He was 
now livid and swallowed hard a few times. Michele then removed her hand 
and answered a few questions.
    - Willy, is your maleness threatened? Asked someone in broken English.
The question surprised him, I guess his mind was elsewhere.
    - Err, no, not at all. In fact I'm going to show Michele what a real 
man is capable of.
    - I sure wish you could do that sooner than later, cut in Michele with 
a large smile.
The crowd burst into laughter and after a second of hesitation, Willy 
laughed too. The mood was good. The press loved it. Everything was set for 
the contest. At the end of the press conference, when most people were 
leaving, Michele went up to Willy:
    - Good luck to you Willy. I'm looking forward to see you before the 
contest, and ended the conversation with a blink that left little doubt 
about her intentions.

    - K., my friend, we've got it all worked out. He's like putty in my 
hand!
Yes, indeed this was the plan. Now we had a psychological advantage but 
nevertheless, Michele had six month to get her act together and there 
wasn't a minute to spare. She went to work.
    For months she poured her heart into muscle training. Her days we 
devoted to training, running, eating, lots of eating (I became a good 
cook) and our sex life became of almost untenable intensity. Her progress 
in the first three months for so enormous that I started to realise that 
there was a hope.
    Michele was acting as she never had a doubt. One day, looking at her 
biceps  in the mirror she smiled at herself for the first time.
    - K., I think we're there! Look at this, K..
I stopped whatever I was doing and got next to her. She flexed again for 
my benefit and right in front of my eyes grew the largest biceps I ever 
seen. It was so hard and peeked that it look like made out of concrete. 
She told me to get the measuring tape:
    - Twenty two inches!
    - Great, great, we're on our way, she simply said.
Michele made sure that in the following weeks, nobody would have a look at 
her body. She only got out of the cottage wearing the baggiest clothes. 
She wore dark colours, no make-up and kept her hair in a bun. But how 
unsexy could my goddess look? Everywhere she went, people would point at 
her "Look, that's Michele de la Rocheliere...". Yes, it was difficult to 
go unseen when your that tall and have a physique such as hers.
    Three weeks before the contest, she called me in the gym. I got there 
holding my copy of "La Presse".
    - What's up, Michele? I said entering the gym. To my surprise she was 
standing stark naked in front of the mirror with her back to me.
    - What do you think, K.? and as she said that she did a back spread 
that was nothing short of prodigious. My cock started to stiffen. Then she 
got on tiptoes and tensed her quads and calves. They inflated to such a 
degree that it look grotesque. Nevertheless, my libido increased a 
hundredfold. She slowly removed her hands from her hips and hit a double 
biceps pause that was so staggering that I dropped my book. My legs were 
shaking and then, for the first time I knew Willy "Beau" Wilson had no 
chance. She was immense and of a definition never seen before. Huge veins 
were running on her forearms and biceps, her shoulders were striated like 
pumpkins, her back look like a topographical map of the Himalayas. Her 
big, muscular ass was of a roundness that had to be seen to be believed.
    She turn around abruptly and hit a most muscular. Suddenly 
transforming her feminine sexual being into a grotesque compound of 
extraordinary muscles. She was almost hideous, it was almost too much. In 
me arose an ambivalence I never thought I had. In a sense I was almost 
disgusted by her new muscularity, her bulging veins that were covering her 
thighs, shoulders and arms. Her definition was too sharp, too "masculine" 
and the power that oozed out of her was sickening. But at the same time 
her sheer volume, her curves and the animal attraction she was generating 
in me way more than compensated for this.
    When I think about that period, I realise now that Michele had hidden 
herself from me as much as she could. At night, our lovemaking session 
were always in the dark. My hands could tell me how big she was but that 
information never permeated to my brain. But now standing in front of me, 
it struck me that she had become more that human, that she's probably from 
a different race, a superior race. She was now walking towards me. Stark 
naked, hairless, shaven pussy. She stopped an inch away from me and 
planted a kiss on my mouth, a kiss I will never forget because I knew I 
had no will to resist this woman, that I was entirely a her mercy. She 
kissed me deeply and, as if she was sucking the life out of me, I smoothly 
passed out.

The night before

    - Believe me, I know what I'm doing.
This was against my will. I did not think that meeting Willy Wilson the 
night before the contest was a good idea.
    - What for? What do you have to gain? We need the surprise effect. He 
still thinks you in the same state as the last time you guys met.
    - You problem dear K., is that you don't know how to think strategy. 
Tonight, I'm preparing the stage. My victory has got to be complete.
    - What's that suppose to mean. Your big enough to pulverise him as it 
is.
    She didn't answer that one, she simply zipped up her top, smiled at me 
and kissed my lightly on cheek. She then walked down the staircase towards 
the car. As she walked away, I could not help to think that something bad 
was going to happen. Michele huge body was hidden by her baggy clothes, 
her sexuality killed by the boyish look she gave herself on purpose and 
her grace camouflaged by her bright sneakers and tasteless top obviously 
meant something but I wasn't sure what. I was totally frustrated. How 
could she leave me out of her plan.
    That evening she met Willy "Beau" Wilson at a restaurant near the 
cottage. I've been there often enough to know that it was the perfect 
flirting place. Rooms available at discretion in a lovely surrounding of 
wild forest and on the waterfront of one of those thousands of lakes 
populating the area.
    - We both know why we are here tonight, said Willy after wiping off 
his mouth with a serviette.
    - Do we? replied Michele. I though we were here to finalise the 
details of tomorrow's showdown.
    - Don't play hard to get with me Michele. I know you want me; and the 
truth be known, I wouldn't mind to let you benefit from my, how should I 
say, talents.
Michele laughed sexily and looking straight in his eyes, she finished her 
glass of wine. They both drank a lot that night. In fact, that was part of 
the plan as well. Willy especially. He was rather drunk when Michele said
    - Bill, you certainly can read a woman's mind, and she extended a leg 
and put it on his crotch. Her eyes glued to his, she massaged him for a 
few seconds and ended with "Let's get the hell out of here".
    She kissed him and pressed her huge body against his against the hotel 
room door. The sexual tension in him was overwhelming. He ran his hand 
along her back reaching for her ass. Drunken and lusting for this woman, 
his mind did not really register the giant size of her arms, back and ass. 
All his senses were condensed in his erection and his mind had ceased to 
function. Still kissing him she pushed the door open, and slowly lead him 
to the bed. She undid his belt and as she pulled down his pants, he 
removed his top so that in a few seconds he was completely naked. When he 
tried to pull her top off, she gently but firmly stopped him:
    - Wait, I've got to do something first, and as she moved down on him, 
she ran her hands on his torso complementing him "Great chest, Willy. I'm 
very envious." This brought on his face a bright smile that he soon lost 
when she deap-throated him. The pleasure was so intense that Willy forgot 
about the contest, forgot about his wife and two kids, forgot where he 
was. All that matters was that woman velvet mouth and how strongly he 
desired her. When he finally came into her mouth, it was too release an 
incredible amount of nervous energy. He never felt something like this 
before. He felt an incredibly pleasant dizziness and he probably will 
never remember how she gently put him to bed and massage him until - drunk 
and spent - he went to sleep.

    Michele went to the bathroom.
    - God this was the sweetest cum I ever swallowed, she said to herself 
with a rictus, what a pathetic little dick though. This will make thing 
ever more satisfying tomorrow.
    She looked at herself in the mirror, arrange her hair and went to the 
bar and poured herself another drink. She then sat in the armchair next to 
the bed looking at Willy. He was snoring and somehow this turned her off 
completely. She had nothing but disdain from this macho steroid-filled 
bastard. And what a bore he was. Talking all night long about himself, his 
sexual prowess and how hard he has worked to get to the top and how he 
deserved everything that came to him. "Sleep well, Willy. This is probably 
the last quiet night you'll have in a long time." Michele murmured gulping 
her drink and pouring another one.

The morning before

    When Willy finally got to his senses he felt great. He slowly remember 
what had happened the night before. A limitless pride filled him and he 
thought that once more he got what he wanted. Not only that but today he 
should win this contest easily and - after all - she was just another 
woman that he bagged. This was becoming so easy it wasn't fun. He turned 
around to realise that Michele was not in bed with him. "Where's she 
gone." he thought to himself but then he heard noise in the bathroom. The 
thought that she was still around and that he could probably score one 
more hit before hitting the stage made his cock stiffen.
    - Michele? Readying yourself for the showdown?
From behind the bathroom door, Michele shouted "Just give me a second and 
I'll be with you, babe.". Willy felt great and very excited and started to 
masturbate himself with anticipation. "This will be so good." he mumbled 
still stroking his small dick. He kept his eyes on the door trying to 
fantasise a body that - after all - he still hadn't seen. The tension was 
raising to soon in him and he stopped to wank when the door opened.
    In front of him suddenly appeared the most muscular human being he had 
ever seen. His jaw dropped an inch. "Fucking hell" was the only thing he 
managed to say. Michele's body was blocking the whole door frame. She was 
impossibly huge, she was a muscle freak.
    - Do you like my contest outfit, Willy? Michele asked pulling on the 
strings of her micro bikini and letting them sit on top of her large hip 
bones. Then she grabbed her huge breasts with her large hands and pushed 
them together. Looking at the results she added "I was wondering if I 
should use a push-up bra for the contest.". When she finally looked at 
Willy his face was livid, his penis flaccid and he couldn't say a word.
    - What wrong, Willy? Didn't you like me last night?  I must say that 
for a premature ejaculator you weren't that bad.
    She moved closer to the bed and went on
    - So what do you think? You think I stand a chance? and she casually 
flexed her arms. Her biceps inflated to reach a size that defied 
comprehension. They must have been at least 25 inches. Her pristine face 
stayed flanked by these two monsters for a second or two until she moved 
into a lat spread that made her look as if she had wings. She look as if 
she had doubled in width and before he could really appreciate her size, 
she moved again and putting a leg forward, she effortlessly tensed her 
thigh. It responded in a colossal shift of muscle and when she put a hand 
on it to caress it, he realised how her hand looked ridiculously small 
compared to its massive volume. 
    This display of female muscle lasted only for probably less than 10 
seconds, but by the end of it, Willy knew that he had no chance. She moved 
rapidly and straddle him, sitting in his belly. Her weight was straining 
him but he was so dumbfounded that he let her sit there.
    - Where's your erection gone, Willy? she said reaching behind her back 
and grabbing his flaccid member. She kept stroking him but nothing was 
happening.
    - Damn! Not only is it small but it doesn't work when I need it.
This took a few seconds to sink in and soon Willy's eyes filled with 
hatred for this woman. "Get the fuck off of me!" he said with a low voice. 
"Get the fuck off of me!". He grabbed her shoulder and tried to tilt her 
over but she grabbed his wrist and flattened his arms on either side of 
him. He tried to break her hold but she easily held him down.
    - I don't think you're getting anywhere, big boy.
Moving back slightly, she put her pubis against his and started a slow 
gyrating movement. Tensing her biceps that instantly doubled in size and 
made his look like a dried up figs, she pushed her breasts against his 
face
    - Besides, I've got a pleasant surprise coming up for you.
Somehow, Willy felt aroused by this whole thing. He was trying to get free 
and was ashamed that his cock was getting stiffer and stiffer. When she 
finally put her tongue in his mouths, he had ceased to try to free himself 
and a powerful lust had filled him. She had dominated him completely. When 
she released his hands, it was to quickly get off the bed, grabbed her 
things and as she left the hotel room, she casually said
    - See you on stage in a hour time, Willy.
    Willy, lying on the bed with a useless erection, by then was already a 
bruised man. He was trying to recompose himself. "What happened? How can 
this be possible?". Then after long minutes he remembered "...in an hour 
time.". Completely panicked, he looked at the alarm-clock. "Fuck! 12:02", 
the contest was at 1:00. 45 minute drive to Montreal. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!". 
He ran through the room like a headless chicken for a few minutes and then 
jumped in his Porsche and drove as fast as he could. These were the 
longest 45 minutes of his life. The frustration and anger he felt was so 
strong that it gave him the foolish resolution of actually getting on 
stage and beat that bitch. After all, he was the world champion.
    Big mistake.

The unified title

    When he finally arrived to the contest site, his manager was furious 
and was shouting at him. Willy had not time for that shit. He went to the 
back room, got changed and rushed on stage. Where was she? They were just 
about to call them. The announcer was going through the usual hype and he 
knew that they were going to be called on stage one after the other. He 
knew he was first because he insisted to be first. "I've got to take 
advantage of this!" he said to himself. When he heard his music theme 
broke out, he put on his professional hat and walked on stage as if 
nothing as happened. There I was sitting in the crowd, first row, not 
knowing what had happened the night before. Willy seemed to me very 
confident and he rushed to centre stage and did a quick and very 
impressive routine. The crowd was roaring and there was a lot of emotion 
floating around. That filled Willy with a sense of pride and when the 
music stopped, he almost looked confident.
    The announcer returned to the microphone and after a brief 
introduction, called Michele on stage as the music started. Out of the 
corner of the stage, Michele walked in - exactly like during the press 
conference - a thick silence filled the vast auditorium. It was a silence 
of respect, disbelief and pure amazement.
    Michele slowly walked down centre stage. Her walk was so sexy that I 
had to immediately put my hand on my cock in order to keep it there. I had 
never seen Michele in such a state. She was pumped up to such a point that 
it seemed she was going to burst out of her skin. She simply walked up to 
the stage's edge. She then planted her feet at shoulder width, a slowly, 
slowly got on tip-toes while straightening her arms on either side. Then 
as she was tensing her quads and calves, she slowly bend her arms raising 
them in a massive double biceps pause. People could not believe their 
eyes, she was enormous! I could hardly believe it myself! Then as the 
music was reaching its peak, Michele really started to tense her muscle. 
Then we were witness of a morphological transformation that defied even my 
wildest dreams. Michele's body started to expand and the longer the pose 
lasted the more prominent her incredible muscularity became. When she 
reached her final state, she held it with an unbelievable intensity; by 
then, large veins had happened all over her body. An incredibly complex of 
web of finger-size veins were irradiating from her pubis running along her 
thighs and covering her abs. From were I sat, I could see that two veins 
the size of my thumbs were running on top of each biceps, feeding those 
monsters together with a lace of smaller veins running in every direction. 
Michele held the pose for so long that she started to tremble and sweat 
was running in between her large breasts whose erect nipples were pushing 
hard on the fabric of her suit.
    When I turned towards Willy, I saw the incarnation of a broken man. He 
knew right there and then that not only had he lost his title but that he 
had been crushed. When the music stopped abruptly, the silence filling the 
hall exploded. Michele was breathing deeply from the effort she had put 
into her routine (or rather non-routine).
    To the amazement of the crowd, she solemnly removed her posing suit 
and flicked it casually in the crowd. I received the top on a shoulder 
but, like anybody else in here, I so enwrapped in this event that I didn't 
even moved. "What the fuck are you doing Michele?" I mumbled to myself. 
"You'll be disqualified!". There she was standing naked in front of 
thousands of people. She exulted sexuality and I'm sure a lot of semen was 
already flowing in the rows behind me. She then walked slowly towards 
Willy with such intense eyes that I could read the fear in his; he took a 
few cumbersome steps backwards before she finally reached him. She stopped 
an inch from him and stood there for everyone to see how superior she was, 
how a woman could dominate with such evidence the best male bodybuilder.
    I knew then that the unified title was the last thing she wanted. 
After all, the stakes here were potentially much higher. This public 
humiliation was worth to her a thousand titles. She had set her mind on 
reinventing the way women were seen. She decided to shatter all those male 
egos that lived in the security of their own superiority. And when she 
closed the gap between Willy and her, pressing her breasts against his 
chest it was plainly obvious that nothing could stop her. Willy body was 
shaking like a child facing punishment. She extended one of her gigantic 
arms and grabbed the back of his neck. She then forced him to kiss her. At 
first he tried to stop her and pushed against her shoulders but soon he 
gave in. Soon his whole body relaxed and he let her put her thigh in 
between his legs with submission. That kiss last for what seemed an 
eternity. I came to realise after a while, that Willy's feet were dangling 
a few inches about the stage floor. He had become a puppet in the hands of 
his master. When she put him down, she also pulled hard on his posing suit 
and ended - like her - naked in front of the crowds and the camera beaming 
these images all across the world. His small stiff erection was for all to 
see. She left him the time to realise how ridiculous he looked before she 
easily picked him and in an incredible display of strength she hiked him 
above her head and displayed him from one end of the stage to the other.
    All this happened in the thickest silence I've ever heard. A deep and 
uncomfortable change was happening in all of us and no one watching the 
show would ever be the same after what was going to happened.
    After her display of superiority, Michele returned with her parcel to 
centre stage. She then through him up a few inches and caught him back in 
such a way that his erect penis was now pointing down. She slowly pressed 
him down and swallow his cock until it totally disapeared in her mouth. 
When she pushed him back up, the strain in her arms started to show and 
again she trembled and large veins started to appear in her arms and 
shoulders. Her strength - increased ten-fold by the the circumstances - 
was more than enough to press him again and again until she felt that he 
was to explode in her mouth.  With on last huge effort, she threw him up 
again, flipping him at the same time so that she caught him his back 
facing the ground.
    The whole scene was almost sickening. Willy huge body support by her 
enormous arms was convulsing under his orgasm. A large rictus was covering 
Michele's face as she was shaking him like a shampoo bottle as if she 
wanted to extract more of the white liquid that was gushing out of him. It 
was as if she had said "More, give me more." with a contempt that I didn't 
know she had. When nothing else was to be extracted out of him, she 
lowered him abruptly to the ground with disdain. Michele then stepped back 
behind him and hit another double biceps pause.
    At that point, we all regained a sense of reality. The show was over 
and suddenly a pack of journalists rushed before me and in the light of 
hundred of camera flashes, the image of the broken man dwarfed by the most 
muscular and dominating giant ever seen walking in this earth was etched 
deeply into our minds and got immortalised on photographic film. Willy's 
head was down, he was stooping and I felt a great pity for this man who 
will always be remember having failed his gender.

Denouement

    One day later, at the cottage, Michele and I were sipping on a glass 
of Chartreuse. She was in a down mood. I was in no mood at all; I was 
beyond that. My mind could not analyse with any clarity what had happened 
the night before. At my feet, a pile of newspapers. Everyone of them with 
a picture of the last scene, the complete humiliation scene. The top 
newspaper's title was "Un homme brise", a broken man. All the others had a 
similar titles. Michele had been disqualified and Willy declared the new 
"unified title champion". You all know now that Willy went into retirement 
just a few days after the contest. His life turned into a nightmare and - 
after his current wife left him for a female triathlete - he ended up 
being caught on film  by some the gossip magazine journalist, drunk in a 
low class brothel.
    - Why do I feel like this? Michele asked.
    - What do you mean?
    - Well, I've got what I wanted. I proved to the world what I was 
capable of. It seems as though this was all a mistake, as though this poor 
Willy didn't deserve that. She paused for long seconds before going on 
again.
    - I couldn't stop myself. The excitement. I had this plan, I executed 
it and now it all seems so pointless.
    I came to me that this incredibly physically and emotionally strong 
woman had realised that she had divided the world along gender lines and 
that she hated it now. I got up, and softly pulled her out of her 
armchair. I dragged her to our bedroom, closed the door behind us and went 
on to try to correct that mistake. 

    Phylogynia, 
    June-July 1997