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Coalition of Muscle
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 20:46:16 +0000 UTCCommissioned by The First One
Written by HikerAngel
“FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IN COALITION HISTORY, PLEASE WELCOME OUR FIRST HUMAN CONTESTANT, PHEN WILLIAMS OF THE NUEARTH CLUSTER!”
“C’mon, breathe, Phen. You can do this. All you’ve got to do is walk out those doors before you and talk to the crowd. No big deal!”
Phen was trying to psych herself up, constantly shaking the willies from her massive, muscular body, but she couldn’t lie to herself—this was a big deal.
The Coalition didn’t just pick any old human woman for a competition of this scale, they were looking for the best, and for some reason that meant her. She had heard stories from her great-grandparents about the day the massive, space-faring ships had descended upon her planet when they were just children. Or, more accurately, how her earth had become caught in the orbit of the ships! The massive monoliths of metal had dwarfed even the sun of her very solar system, and these were ships designed to house only a modest ship’s worth of Coalition crew.
They regaled tales of aliens the size of Jupiter visiting, but only to offer peace. Xenophobic humans wanted to resist, but it was pretty hard to deny the wills and wants of beings who literally outsized the very rock they were stuck on. According to their files, humans were some of the smallest sapient microorganisms they had ever encountered, but they were still sapient, and therefore deserved a seat at the table, so to speak!
Within just two generations, the Coalition had spruced up the average human’s diet and circulatory systems to the point that they were now easily ten thousand times the average size of a human. Earth became more of a haven for the older generations at that point, as the average terran far surpassed the troposphere. Phen, like many twenty-somethings of her generation, was raised on a substitute planet that was appropriately resized for someone of her stature, but every night she would still gaze up at the stars, knowing that the infinite universe was filled with extraterrestrials far larger than she could ever imagine.
Over the past year, she had been training to change that.
When Phen first got that email informing her that she was chosen as the representative of NuEarth-188, she brought her thumb-sized parents into a cautious, but comforting, hug. They had told her she could be anything she wanted if she worked for it, and the resume she had sent to the Coalition had apparently impressed them. Her mild-yet-dedicated workout routine saw her reaching the largest weight and height classes of her generation, but still—how could she hope to compare to actual bodybuilders when she wasn’t even planet-sized!?
She had hoped this latest year of isolationist training would, at the very least, close the gap somewhat between her and her competitors. While being the largest wasn’t necessary to win, other competitors had aspects of their bodies such as additional muscles or better control over their posture to give them an edge. This was the first female bodybuilding competition—nay, the first bodybuilding competition in general—to allow humans to compete since the Coalition had established contact with Earth seventy years ago.
The doors opened and Phen ducked her head underneath the top of it. They had probably just sized the doors for someone of her expected human height and didn’t account for the mile or so of additional height she had tacked on since then. But she was sure that when she saw the competition, they’d be arriving from much larger doors.
A star-sized colosseum of screaming fans awaited her as she stepped into the light—a light much less intense than she assumed it would be. For a competition of the size gods, she expected the oppressive red giant that hung above the similarly-sized stadium to be a frightening sight. Its radiant heat felt more like a stage light that had been configured a bit too bright, not living up to its status as the largest known type of star in the universe. Perhaps the Coalition had cheapened out and picked a smaller red giant for ease of transport?
There was another possible reason—one Phen feared. What if the Coalition had intentionally picked the smallest red giant they could find, just because they knew a human was entering the competition? She knew that her parents and especially her grandparents had rather soft, spongy skin that bruised and burned easily, maybe the organizers of the tournament deliberately chose safety nets for her due to a human-related bias?
“IN THE EAST CORRIDOR, YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE HER, IT’S THE TWO-TIME COALITION FEMALE BODYBUILDING CHAMPION, BIIKA FL-12 FROM THE PLANET ROXS 42 BB!
Phen wouldn’t have much time to ponder another meaning, as the door opposite to the human in the arena opened up. She trembled internally with every nervous tick in the book, not wanting to show stage fright for the biggest moment of her species’ existence. Sweat droplets the size of small lakes began to perspire on her forehead, but a casual adjustment of her golden bangs hid the anxiety well.
She watched as a massive, blue-skinned woman walked into the arena. Phen gulped as she watched the gorgeous, hunky alien lock eyes with her, Biika’s half-lidded gaze not revealing a single hint of emotion. Biika lacked a mouth, her jaw replaced with a series of mandibles that looked as if someone had grafted a rubix cube to everything below her nose and above her chin. The little blue blocks shifted and twisted like some sort of advanced puzzle, speaking a language Phen wasn’t particularly versed in.
Whatever she said seemed to rile up the crowd, as they screamed even louder for her, demanding in various languages for her to, as Phen could attempt to make out, “do it.” Once the cheering reached a crescendo, the bulky blue beauty submitted to her fan’s will, extending a massive arm outward. Phen blushed as she drank in the impressive length, one sumptuously sculpted with ridges of elegantly carved feminine power. Then, Biika pulled the arm into a powerful flex, the sleek ridges of her bicep bursting with size, not a single vein present on the smooth, womanly skin of her moon-sized muscle. Phen felt a breezy wind pass by her face from the impact of Biika’s perfectly-sculpted flex.
The competition hadn’t even begun and Phen already felt like she was on the back foot. This was bad. Not only was this girl taller than her, but she already had the crowd on her side! The last thing Phen needed was to blend into the background of a contest all about popularity!
She needed a way to make herself stand out—something that would bring the audience to her side. In that moment, the perfect opportunity presented itself, one that brought a smirk to her plush, country-sized lips.
Phen began to walk towards her first rival, the ground quaking with each step. As soon as Biika noticed the human’s trajectory, she mirrored it, ready to meet Phen in the middle of the arena for a proper size-up. If Biika was taller and had the crowd’s approval, then maybe, just maybe, Phen could “kill ‘em with kindness” with a friendly handshake. People loved an underdog, especially a friendly one.
But as the two gas-giant-sized women approached one another, a strange revelation became markedly clear. Biika wasn’t actually as far away as her human adversary suspected she was. Her size had been an optical illusion to both women. In fact, she was a head smaller than Phen.
Phen’s eyes widened. It all made sense now. The smaller red sun. The door she had to duck under. These weren’t strange accommodations, Phen was much, much taller than she assumed she had been. That isolationist training really paid off in a way she didn’t even think was possible!
Both women seemed equally surprised as they approached, with each cube of Biika’s mouth spreading out as wide as it could in pure shock. Due to this mistake fueled by prior assumptions, and several revelations about the actual size of her body distracting her, Phen accidentally unleashed a faux pas in the female bodybuilding space. Her misjudging of distance caused the human to brush up into Biika’s body before coming to a complete stop, placing her large, comet-sized bosom over top of Biika’s own staggeringly sexy blue breasts, forcing the azure opponent to buckle slightly under their weight.
The audience let out an ominous “oooooh” of surprise as they witnessed what they assumed was intentional disrespect on the part of Phen. In an instant, her attempted friendly gesture had warped into a braggadocious boast of breasts. Even though Phen was already in a skimpy bikini, she had never felt more naked than she did now.
She knew humans had a certain stereotype of brash selfishness, something that she was hoping she wouldn’t play into since she wanted to leave a good impression of her species regardless of whether she won or lost. But now, it seemed as if she wouldn’t be shaking the allegations anytime soon.
Still, this was her chance to make the assumptions about humankind pay off. Both of her arms tightened into collections of steely cables as she thrust them both out and into a double bicep flex, staring down at her smaller opponent with a smug smile. The resulting twin sonic booms sent Biika reeling, reorienting her forward-facing horns into backwards-facing ones.
An uproarious cheer erupted from the stands, completely drowning out whatever the announcer was trying to make of the situation.
Her underdog moment undermined the introduction of the next champion, Crumie, who did not take her moment being usurped nearly as well as Biika had. The cheering finally calming down alerted Phen to the furious stomping that was rapidly approaching her location from the northern corridor.
“Trying to steal my thunder, newbie?” the dandelion-colored alien asked in a thick accent, sizing up Phen. Even though Phen was taller than she thought, Crumie still stood taller than her by about a head—which, accounting for current size, was about an extra Pluto’s worth of height. “We’ll see how tall you still are when I bury you in the very ground you stand on with my powerful flexes.”
Phen put on a strong face, but truthfully, she was terrified. She remembered why she didn’t want to be seen as the stereotypically cocky human that she was quickly becoming—this was exactly why. Crumie was probably a nice girl who would now despise Phen based on a first impression alone.
“AND THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS, THE FRIENDLY CRUMIE HAS TURNED HEEL IT SEEMS! THE DRAMA! THE TENSION!”
“Wow, thanks dude,” Phen muttered under her breath, Her chipper voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is this a bodybuilding contest or a wrestling match?”
“No matter what it is, know that I will see you beaten, human,” came a forth voice, one which packed on the baritone almost as much as the user packed on beef.
“WOW! WHAT AN ENTRANCE! THE FABLED DEMON LORD, LADY GHERA, IS HERE TOO!”
Phen whisked around, feeling her posture shrink as she looked up to see the red-skinned monstrosity of a musclegirl behind her—one whose presence surpassed even Crumie. The embers of a disappearing portal to hell singed the air around Lady Ghera, adding an additional aura of intimidation to her presence. She popped her pecs to a brief rhythm, her bountiful bosom straining against the generous hem of her black and gold robe. One final, concentrated shake of her breasts and the robes gave out, falling to a circular pile of shreds around her feet, revealing her mountainous form in all of its glory. The demoness bared a cheek-to-cheek smile of dagger-like teeth, hoping to frighten the mortal before her into an early resignation from the contest.
But Phen didn’t back down. Not with the entire population of earth resting upon her substantial and sexy shoulders.
As instructed, the four women stood side-by-side by order of unveiling, standing upon a turntable just large enough to hold all four of them in an evenly-spaced line as if they were the usual suspects for a crime. Phen occasionally snuck a look at her competition over Biika’s head, only for Crumie and Lady Ghera’s haunting pairs of eyes to meet her gaze every single time as if they were expecting her.
Phen steeled her nerves. She couldn’t let the anxieties of this contest get to her. She concentrated and brought her fingers up into a meditative pose, giving the audience the faintest hint of what to expect as her mighty muscles swelled with even the most standard of movements.
“NOW, FOR THE MOMENT ALL OF YOU ARE WAITING FOR: THE MAIN EVENT! THESE FINE FOUR LADIES WILL EACH UNLEASH FOUR OF THE COALITION’S AGREED-UPON FLEXES, SURE TO WOW ALL IN ATTENDANCE!”
The crowd appeared to agree, roaring with applause as flashy graphics from the myriad of one trillion inch screens that dotted the perimeter of the arena depicted chibi, cartoon versions of all the contestants striking cute poses and winking.
“AAAAAAAND, SINCE WE WANT TO ADD A BIT OF SPICE TO THE COMPETITION, WE’LL GO BY NAMED ORDER BASED ON THE RECOGNIZED ENGLISH ALPHABET OF EARTH.”
Phen swallowed a lump in her throat as she processed the implications of that stipulation. She’d have to go last. That was not a position she wanted to find herself in. It meant that, to really win over the judges, she’d have to pick a flex that not only hadn’t been done before by the other three, but could leave a lasting impression strong enough that she could win the contest in one fell swoop.
“FIRST UP, BIIKA!”
Despite being the shortest of the challengers, the beautiful, bluetiful bodybuilder chose a pose that was sure to impress—rear double biceps. She stepped forward, the spotlight singling her out amongst the group. She promptly paused to bask in the light as if she were being called to heaven, only to turn her head away from the sky and down to the dirt, where she promptly unleashed an overwhelming mastery of her various back muscle groups. Biika’s back broadened as biceps and triceps created a luscious pattern of striations on her traps.
Applause showered her as soon as she finished, no doubt a master of practicality and sexiness once Biika put her mind to it. She had won the last two annual contests for a reason, after all.
“NEXT UP, CRUMIE!”
The yellow vixen of muscle stomped forward after Biika left, her half-lidded eyes never leaving Phen’s as she prepared for a front lat spread. She tightened her core and abdominal muscles out of pure spite, letting the entire universe know that this was personal, much to the deranged excitement of the crowd. Phen felt a pit building in her stomach. If she fumbled her own flex in any way, everyone would think that she let Crumie get to her. In a competition as shallow as this, commentators glommed onto whatever mental mind games they could spin up out of thin air, even if they could taint the legacy of an innocent as a consequence.
“SECOND TO LAST, WE HAVE LADY GHERA!”
Lady Ghera just laughed when her turn was announced, as if she were the main event and everyone else were but formalities and knew it. She went with an essential classic—the abdominal and thigh flex, and prepped her bulging arms to pose perfectly behind her head. The crowd went wild as their eyes were blessed with her demonic form, but that was merely a warmup for her. Her demonic aspirations refused to let her settle for any old commoner pose. All of the other contestants watched in awe as Ghera spawned two additional arms underneath her original ones, two snake-like appendages slithered from underneath her armpits, quickly swelling with musculature befitting her body. She flawlessly transitioned from an abdominal and thigh flex to a side triceps flex, allowing her oblique muscles to be included in what would otherwise be an impossible showcase of form.
“WOWIE! THAT’S SOME MIGHTY FINE NEXT LEVEL FLEXING FROM OUR BELOVED LADY GHERA!”
Damn. Phen thought to herself. If the announcer is just as biased about his favorites as a sweaty Ghera fan, that’ll undermine everything I’ve been working towards! If what I’ve got isn’t a undeniable knockout, I’m going to lose for sure!
“SO ANYWAYS, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO. LAST, AND HOPEFULLY NOT LEAST, WE’VE GOT PHEN THE HUMAN! GOOD LUCK, YOU’RE GOING TO NEED IT!”
Great. Thanks, pal. Phen thought to herself, already stepping up to the spotlight in a downer mood. How could she top that spectacle? She was just a human, not some crazy otherworldly being who could summon extra limbs. She didn’t even know that was allowed! Not to mention, the demoness had already taken both of the poses she wished to execute. If she wanted to go big, she’d have to go big.
She prepared to perform the final and most powerful flex of the competition, aptly referred to as the “most muscular.” It was risky, way riskier than she needed at that moment. It was a pose that displayed overall mastery of all aspects of muscledom, A test of mass and definition for one’s upper trapezius, shoulders, chest, arms, forearms, abs, quadriceps and calves. If she messed it up, she’d look like a toddler mocking the art. But if she pulled it off… perhaps she could tap into that cockiness that others saw in her. She still wasn’t sure why she had to jump from babyface to heel in a glorified posedown, but she was no longer doing this for herself, she was doing this for every single member of her species who was feeling especially small and vulnerable ever since planet-sized aliens had become the norm.
She struck the pose with all her might, a sonic boom erupting outward in every direction as her muscles surged with power. The swelling spheres of her biceps protested against her plush breasts as every bump of her body exploded into a mountain range of feminine burliness.
The more she tensed, the more she grew. As she pushed her contractions to the limit, her body literally increased in size, her greedy brawn drinking up more and more power as she continued to push her flex to its limit, and then further beyond that.
Biika said something, but her words fell on deaf ears. Crumie rolled her eyes, but no one saw. Ghera attempted a cheap trick with her demonic pheromones, but no one was swayed. No one could look away from Phen. She didn’t need legacy, spite or multiple arms to pull off a feat that would be remembered for generations to come, all she needed was to push her body to its limit, to show that the unbreakable human spirit truly lived up to its name.
Phen moaned in pleasure as her body further bulked up, surging in size. Branches of veins thicker than asteroid belts were unearthed in waves from her core, traveling across her body like rippling pond water before finally dissipating at her finger and toe tips. With each metronomic vibration came a gush of perfect musculature, beefing the mere human up, far beyond all of her competitors. Biika, Crumie and Ghera were all frozen completely stiff, save for their pupils which rose higher and higher in their eye sockets, just trying to keep up with Phen’s overwhelming size.
Phen had already won the competition two minutes ago, but she couldn’t stop now. She refused to have her legacy end at just the first human to win at the female bodybuilding competition. It was one thing to be given extra praise for merely existing as a human, but to break all the records that had been looming over Phen’s head like a haunting specter at her first tournament was too addicting of an opportunity to pass up. She continued the flex, screaming like a shonen protagonist as she pumped more power into her muscles and height.
Her attire, literally designed by the Coalition to be extra flexible and rubbery, the alloy tinkered with over eons of wardrobe mishaps from this very competition, stood no chance against Phen’s final flex. The swelling spheres of her musculature protested against weight itself, mass itself, reality itself, even her own flexibility, and yet she flexed anyways, growing more and more.
The top of her swimsuit tore off, her burgeoning bosom refusing to be contained within its prison of false modesty. The foreign fabric struck the ground of the arena like a meteorite, creating an impact crater large enough to encompass the destruction of the apocalypse, rapture and ragnarok all in one. Such pithy destruction was once the pinnacle of humanity’s imagination for what their gods could unleash upon them as punishment, and yet Phen outperformed those ancient myths with just her bra.
Not only would Phen be challenging the might of her deities, but the modesty, as the panties of her swimsuit were quick to follow. While the Coalition had no strict policies on attire, as many of their members did not possess genitals in a way that would match any definition of human censorship to rigorously follow.
Her swelling traps felt a bit of resistance above them as she continued to strain her body beyond what she thought was possible. This was the force field set up to protect the “open-air” stadium from any potential asteroid showers, and was designed in such a way that it could serve as an “out of bounds” of sorts for the arena. No one from the Coalition expected a contestant to ever get as large as Phen was at this very moment, otherwise they simply would have expanded the size of the invisible shield further. Hindsight was 20/20 for the engineers watching the contest live.
With the barrier to the arena thoroughly shattered, Phen’s explosive growth finally began to subside, as if it had made a point thoroughly enough. She didn’t bother sticking around for her trophy, she knew she had already won. What she needed to do now was be with her family, to let them know that she had done it. She took to the skies—or more specifically, space—large enough that she could create a gravity of her own, harnessing it to move where she pleased.
Her titanic, solar-system-spanning, beautiful buxom body soared through the stars, entire galaxies zooming past her in the distance like trees on the highway. It didn’t take long for Phen to reach her destination, though she still couldn’t believe just how small her species’ home planet had become.
Her massive hand flanked the berry-sized planet, gingerly guiding it closer to her galactic form as if it were a tiny little creature. The new gravitational pull that her form commanded caused the Earth to charmingly orbit around her waist, the blue and green vista no larger than one of the many chiseled abs that adorned her stomach. Her eyes cheerfully tracked the orbit, giggling as she observed its movements like a brand new pet she still had yet to become accustomed to.
“Grandma, Grandpa… I did it,” Phen spoke down to the planet, curling up into a ball as if caressing the home planet like a child. “Now, no one can ever call us humans tiny again! Our family will be known as the new champions of The Flex for the rest of history!”
Her booming voice echoed throughout the universe, the rules of sound in space be damned. While this was quickly becoming the most televised event since the Coalition's formation, Phen’s excited exposition reached everyone who wasn’t even tuned into the competition. Her victory would be etched into the minds of extraterrestrial society for generations to come.
Going forward, she would be humanity’s protector. The time for being humble had long since passed, and while the responsibility was grand, so was her body. She could do this. She was born for this.
After all, the world literally revolved around her.
