Marilyn Mon-Swole's Big Story (Patreon)

Marilyn Mon-Swole's Big Story

Written By SteeleBlazer

Frank Grant, a beat reporter for the local Hollywood paper, walked nervously down the street towards the address he had been given. His feet slapping against the hot pavement in the mid-summer heat. He was clutching his press camera tightly against him, he was anxious and excited, and he just couldn’t wait to see if this big tipoff he was given could be his big break. He was just an ordinary schlub, but he had received a message promising him not just a big scoop, but a big scoop on the biggest story of the year. He couldn't believe his luck. He was both excited and nervous as he approached the address, wondering what the scoop could be. But as he got closer, he realized that the address was some seedy looking gym. He shook his head in confusion.

This didn’t make any sense. If he could believe the letter and who sent it, what would a world-famous Hollywood starlet be doing at such a gym like this one? Least of all this one. It didn’t make sense to him, especially if the letter was sent by who it claimed to be... What could she be doing here? What would a famous sex symbol be doing in a place like this? He was confused. But he was also still intrigued by the potential of a big scoop, and even more enticed by the person who claimed to have sent the letter.

So, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. He was about to find out if he was the folly of some hoax, or if there really was some big news for his big scoop. More importantly he was going to find out if the note was actually sent by Marilyn Mon---…

And there she was, standing in the center of the room just as big as if she was up on the silver screen itself, perhaps maybe even bigger. She was just as beautiful as ever, only there was one big difference in her appearance. Her body was brimming with big, bulging muscles and she was working out with big iron weights, and the way her big muscles handled those big iron weights, they seemed small. Small just like the outfit she was wearing, or maybe it only appeared small, because of how big and muscular her body was...

But, this couldn’t be her. She didn’t have big muscles; she was a world famous movie star, a sex symbol, and above all else a woman... And yet look at those great big muscles of hers. The way they glistened, they almost seemed to glitter as if her muscles were shimmering diamonds, and he knew just how much she loved diamonds. She was wearing a skintight leotard, her curves didn’t seem to be lost because of those big muscles of hers but accentuated by her muscular physique. He knew she was beautiful, but he had never expected her to be so strong, to be so big.

He couldn’t believe it, but there she was big as life, if not actually even bigger, standing there in front of him. He really couldn’t believe it, not just how big she was, but because it was actually her. Standing in front of him was none of than Marilyn Mon---…

There was a loud thud as Marilyn dropped the big heavy weights she was lifting onto the floor and turned to face him flashing him that world famous smile of hers.

“Oh, you must be the reporter, a Mr. Frank Grant.” She said to him in that familiar soft and seductive voice of hers.

The reporter nodded, his mouth slightly open in awe. "I, uh, yeah," he stammered, still taking in Marilyn's big new look.

Marilyn laughed and stepped closer, her body glistening and her big muscles bulging from the intensity of her workout.

“I’m Marilyn Mon-” She began to say, but Frank cut her off due to his giddiness and excitement and said interrupting “Everyone knows who you are. You’re Marilyn Mon-”

"I'm changing my name," she said this time cutting Frank off, her voice soft and confident.

“But why?” Was all Frank could say as his mouth was left agape and his eyes wide, either in confusion or awe. Or perhaps a mix of both.

Marilyn just giggled and smiled, and she brought her arms up into a powerful flex as she said, “Isn’t it obvious?”

It might not have seemed possible, but Frank’s mouth fell even farther, and his eyes went even wider. And despite him seeing what he was seeing with his own eyes, he was still rather quite oblivious and so he asked her “Is what obvious?”

And Marilyn just laughed softly as she pumped up those muscles with a series of quick flexes and said, “My big muscles!”

“Ummm... Err... Yeah... So what about em?” Frank stammered out, more than a bit nervous to be so close to this famous beauty, but also those big, burly muscles of hers also left him feeling more than a little intimidated.

“Didn’t I promise you a big scoop?” Marilyn asked Frank as she gave her arms and quick pump.

“Yeah.” Was all Frank could say in response.

“And didn’t I tell you I’d have a big story for you?” Marilyn asked Frank again while giving her arms another hard squeeze, making them swell up and bulge out even bigger.

“Yeah.” Once again was all Frank could say in response.

“Well, here it is... Your BIG story!” Marilyn said as she brought her arms down in front of her in a powerful flexing display and as she flexed, she loudly proclaimed not just to Frank, but to seemingly to the entire world “Behold my Mighty Female Muscles!”

It was quite the statement, and while it might have seemed too impossible for belief, those impossibly big muscles of Marilyn’s were so big and mighty, that they did the impossible and made Frank’s jaw and eyes once again go even wider than before, as she pumped them over and over again. Flexing those big, brawny muscles in front of him, he was just amazed at how they rippled, and how those lustrous muscles of hers slick with sweat shimmered, and how the veins pulsed and throbbed.

There was no denying it, she was big!

But was this really the big story he was promised? Frank wasn’t so certain.

“So this is you big story?” Frank asked Marilyn.

She feigned being hurt by those words as she giggled and teasingly said to him, “What’s the matter are my muscles not big enough for you?!” And to punctuate her last remark she gave her big muscles another big flex!

“No! It’s not that all...” Frank stammered out as he was searching for the right words to say, but as he kept right on stammering, they kept right on eluding him.

“So then what’s the matter with your big scoop? You don’t think my muscles are big enough to be a big enough story?” Marilyn asked as she brought her arm up in front of his face and gave him an up-close and personal look at that big bicep of hers as she gave it another big flex.

He was so close her could see the striations dance upon on skin causing the sweat to shimmer and sparkle in the light.

“It’s certainly a big change... But, I’m not sure if this is a big story?” Frank told her as he sheepishly and anxiously shuffled his feet from side to side.

“Ohhh... You don’t think this is a big enough story that I’ve taken up weightlifting and bodybuilding. You’re telling me that this isn’t big news that world famous movie star Marilyn Mon-”

“No, it’s not that at all!” He burst out interrupting her yet again, “It’s just that... that...”

“That maybe you need a closer look.” She said as she flashed that smile of hers and gave him another up-close flex. She moaned softly as she squeezed that arm of hers good and hard.

“Certainly is big... News.” Frank said as he felt his face flush.

“Go on and feel them.” Marilyn said her voice soft and almost a whisper.

He did as he was told, her muscles were warm to the touch, and just slightly wet and sticky, but he didn’t mind. They were surprisingly harder than what he would have thought, and yet the skin was still soft and smooth. What's more he was even more surprised that her bicep more than filled up his entire hand, it was so big, that he couldn’t even wrap his hand around it. Heck, as he brought up his other hand, he realized it was so big he couldn’t fit both his hands around it together. This might be a bigger story than he thought, but he still wasn’t fully convinced this was as big of a story as she’d told him it would be.

“You’re big!” He told her, “But I’m still not sure this is big news.”

“Still need more convincing, well I could find another reporter who wants this story, and you could kiss your big scoop goodbye.”

“No, it’s not that at all!” Frank cut in almost pleading with her not to dismiss him.

“Well, then give these muscles a kiss and tell me what you think about them.” She cooed as she once again flexed that brawny arm of hers in front of his face and made the bicep swell up and bulge out with another big flex.

He had always dreamed of kissing her, albeit never quite this way. But, he did as he was told and he planted a great big kiss on that great big bicep of hers. He kept kissing it, brushing his soft lips against her soft skin, and feeling the hard muscle beneath. He could taste the sweat upon her skin and it tasted sweet to him. She kept pumping that arm of hers up and down, and the bicep popped up and down with each of her pumps. And with each of her pumps he just kept on kissing, taking in that glistening marvelous mound of feminine muscle.

He couldn’t believe his luck he was actually kissing her. She was a sex symbol to the entire world, and he was kissing her. He was kissing Marilyn Mon---…

And that’s when he felt her arm clamp down around him. His face was trapped between her big hard bicep, and her big hard forearm muscle.

“So do you think my muscles are big news now?” She asked while giving her arm a big crushing squeeze.

He could only groan in reply, but he was beginning to think that those big muscles of hers could very well be a big deal.

“I don’t want to break your spirit, but you broke my heart, with your tepid reaction, I would have thought this would be breaking news.” Marilyn said to him, all while keeping on squeezing and flexing that bicep of hers.

Frank was trapped and while he struggled and tried to free himself, he could not pry his head free from being wedged in between those muscles of hers. While she might have been heartbroken, he was in danger of having his head broken by being squeezed and crushed beneath those mighty female muscles of hers.

“No, no, I can see now these muscles are big news... Heck I can feel they are big news! Please, please, please, I’m begging you no more squeezing me and please release me!” He said as he pleaded with her to release him.

Only she didn’t release him. She gave him one last big and hard squeeze and she held it right at its biggest point of crushing pressure.

“So do you think my big muscles are a big deal?” She said to him in a whisper. Her hot breath tickled the front of his face, as her bicep and forearm clamped down on the rest of it.

“Yes!” He cried out.

“Oh, joy... Because that makes my heart bust with joy!” She said as she gave him one last crushing flex and released him.

“Ouch, I’m glad your heart is bursting with joy, but you almost burst my head squeezing it like how you did.” Frank said as he tried to rub and massage away the pain.

Marilyn just giggled at his joke and told him he was funny as she slapped him hard on the back. He actually doubled over from the sheer impact of those playful little slaps of hers... Well, maybe not so little...

He was starting to realize that perhaps this story would be big news, and could be his big break... Provided it didn’t break him first. And by it, he meant those big and mighty muscles of Marilyn’s. As he straightened himself back up, he made sure to adjust his shirt and collar. He was straightening out his back, just as he was his clothes, and also took the moment to straighten things out in his mind.

“Okay, okay... So, the big scope you’ve got for me is that. You’ve got big muscles. That you’ve taken up weightlifting. That silver screen star Marilyn Mon---…”

“And I’m changing my name!” Marilyn said as she interrupted him.

“You’re changing your name?” Frank asked, once again puzzled and perplexed by all of this.

“Yes. I figured with this brand new look, I should also get a brand new name. I mean this new change is a big deal. These are some awfully big muscles I’ve got.” She said and once again gave her arms a flex.

“That does make sense.” Frank said as he nodded his head in agreement with her. “So what’s it going to be?” He asked.

"From now on, it's Marilyn Mon-Swole. I'm bigger, stronger, better than ever."

The reporter stared at Marilyn in disbelief, still trying to comprehend just what was going on, and those squeezes she’d done to him, weren’t exactly making things any easier. He had a lot of questions. While he knew he had been promised a big story, he hadn't been expecting anything like this.

All he knew was she was big now... And she had changed her name... That silver screen starlet Marilyn Mon… … … What was it again, he thought as he rubbed his head… That’s right Mon-SWOLE! had not only taken up bodybuilding, but also apparently changed her name...

But why? Was all he could think of, and so he asked her.

"Why would you do this?" he asked, gesturing to her body. "Why would you want to ruin your looks?"

Marilyn's eyes flashed with anger, her jaw clenching as she glared at the reporter.

"Why would I want to ruin my looks?" she repeated, her voice rising. "Would you ask a man why he'd want to be strong? Would you ask him why he'd want muscles?"

The reporter shook his head, his eyes widening as he realized his mistake.

"N-no, I w-wouldn't." he said, his voice trembling.

Marilyn smiled, her anger fading as she did a twirl and then flared out her leg and gave that beefy thigh of hers a bit of a wiggle before she tightened that brawny muscle up into a flex.

She asked him if he thought her looks were spoiled in that pouty little voice of hers as she slid her big muscular arms down upon her thighs. Then she leaned over and blew him a kiss and gave him a little wink. As she leaned over, she smiled at him and gave her eyebrows a cute little waggle, as she flared out and flexed those big tricep muscles of hers. There was nothing little about the way her muscles flexed and bulged. He could see her pecs pushing up those big breasts of hers, and he got more than an eyeful of that wondrous and wonderful big heaving bosom of hers.

“No, I guess not.” He sheepishly replied. He could feel the blood flushing in his face, which was surprising to him, as he also could feel the blood flushing somewhere else.

“But, why?” He asked her.

She flexed her arm, her bicep bulging impressively. "Why not? Muscles aren't just for men," she said, her voice low and steady. "Women can have them too. And they can be just as strong as any man. Stronger even!"

The reporter looked at Marilyn skeptically.

"Sure, you’re big... And sure, you're strong," he said. "Really strong, for a woman. But come on, you don't actually believe you're stronger than a man, do you?"

Marilyn just smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She picked up a heavy barbell and began to curl it, her biceps bulging with each repetition. The reporter watched with amazement, his jaw dropping as he realized what Marilyn was capable of. The more she curled that big weight, the bigger and bigger her biceps started to swell up. As they started swelling bigger and bigger, Frank subconsciously rubbed his sore head over and over again.

She then looked at the reporter and grinned. "What do you think now?" she asked, her voice daring.

The reporter swallowed hard, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Um, I think... you're incredible," he said, as his voice cracked with a bit of a nervous squeak. He tried to cover up his little squeak with some male bravado as he quickly added “But, still you can’t possibly be stronger than a man.”

Marilyn just laughed and handed him the barbell, or rather she tossed it to him.

"Here," she said, her voice playful. "Try to lift it."

With a loud thud, the barbell fell on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Marilyn just laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Go on," she said, her voice teasing. "Go ahead and lift that weight and show me just how strong of a man you are."

As Frank lay on the ground, he was still processing just what was going on, all while he was trying not to be crushed yet again, only this time from this big barbell and not those big muscles of Marilyn’s. It was a futile effort. But he couldn’t just give up, as the only alternative was being crushed. Still the realization of Marilyn being so strong was a crushing blow to his manly ego, as she not only lifted this same weight, but she made it look easy. So, he continued struggling to lift the barbell off of him. He grunted and strained, but it was no use; the barbell was too heavy.

Marilyn just laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Tsk, tsk," she said, her voice teasing. "What's wrong? Can't use those manly muscles of yours to get it up?"

The reporter gave her an exasperated look, still struggling to free himself. "I'm trying," he said, gritting his teeth. "It's just too heavy!"

Marilyn just smiled and stepped forward, she leaned down so she could grab the weight, and in the process Frank got an eyeful of her muscular bosom. It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen, and being so close he could see all the muscles bulging and swelling beneath those muscular mammaries of hers. With one swift motion, she effortlessly lifted the barbell off of the reporter, and using just one arm lifted it high above her head.

She then flexed her arm, her muscles rippling with power. "See?" she said, her voice low and sultry. "That's the problem with men; you never can get it up, so you make us women do all the heavy lifting."

The reporter watched with amazement, his jaw once again dropping as he took in Marilyn's incredible power and her hulking physique. She was standing with the heavy barbell above her head, her muscles glistening and shimmering in the light. She flexed her free arm, and that massive muscular mound rose up to a gigantic mountainous peak of pure female power. Frank couldn't help but marvel at how massive and strong she was. And yet, despite her muscular size, he had to admit, she still looked just as beautiful as ever, and a part of him thought perhaps even more so.

Marilyn let the barbell drop from her hand, and she giggled lightly as the sound of it hitting the ground echoed through the gym. The ground shook with the force of the impact, further reminding Frank of the great weight of that barbell and leaving the reporter even more in awe of Marilyn's strength.

Frank watched as Marilyn walked to him her hips swaying side to side and those big girly muscles of hers jiggled, as her hips wiggled, and her whole body just seemed to have this sensual rhythm and bounce to it as her hips sashayed side to side with her muscular strut. Standing over him she leaned down and once again he got an eyeful of that glistening muscular bosom of hers, as he felt a pair of dainty, yet strong hands grabbing him and helping him up. Even though after that eyeful he got, he didn’t need any help in getting up. At least getting a part of him up...

Marilyn smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like while that barbell was too heavy for you to lift, it looks like you can lift the one in your pants just fine.”

Frank blushed and he repositioned his press camera in front of his uncomfortable bulge, uncomfortable because Marilyn had noticed it and was smiling that million-dollar smile of hers, and uncomfortable because he’d never ever been more turned on, and his pants felt like they were way too small for him right now.

“Looks like you’re happy to see me.” Marilyn teasingly said to him, and while that of course was true, he also was also happy that his press camera wasn’t damaged or crushed by the barbell.

“Looks like you’re not too upset with me, so tell Mr. Reporter Man, still think a woman can't be stronger than a man?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Frank shuffled his feet, as he kept shifting the press camera in his hands, and he just hemmed and he hawed, but he didn’t really answer her.

“Well?!” She asked him as she crossed those burly arms of hers in front of her chest, her biceps bulged, and squished her bosom between them, offering him once again a tantalizing glimpse of both her muscular might, and an ample look at her femininity.

She was big and she was strong. But she was still just a woman, and he couldn’t for a second truly believe that this sexpot sex symbol, could be stronger than him or any other man. Confused as what he was he spoke his truth, no matter how wrong and false it may have been.

"No, I don't," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t?” Marilyn laughed incredulously. “Why not? I lifted that big, heavy barbell didn’t I? You couldn’t lift it... Could you? No, you couldn’t... I know... Why don’t I lift a dumbbell instead!”

With that she just grabbed Frank with those dainty, but firm and strong hands of hers and lifted him up and pressed him high over her head.

“WHOA!” Was all Frank could say to this, and he made sure to keep a tight grip on that camera of his, even though he could have sworn he was losing his grip on reality by the second. He just hoped though, being held aloft by the beautiful Marilyn Mon-Swole, that she wouldn’t lose her grip on him.

“You’re a bit lighter than the dumbbells I normally lift... I wonder how many reps I can get with ya?” Marilyn said as she began lifting Frank both up and down over her head, over and over again.

As scared and embarrassed as Frank was he couldn’t help but to look down at her as she lifted him up and pressed him over her head repeatedly. Up and down he went, and with each press Marilyn starting counting out loud the repetitions.

“One... Two... Three...”

Helpless and in her power he could only watch as he was beginning to think that he was way, way, over his head. Despite actually being way, way, over Marilyn’s head. He just watched and stared at her muscles. Her muscles were dense, and her corded arms and wide shoulders flexed and rippled with each press, her heaving muscular bosom expanded and contracted with each effort, the sweat glistening off her body, and the muscle fibers tensing and expanding with her exertion.

“Four... Five... Six...”

It was a beautiful sight, and strange mix of raw primal muscularity and soft sensual femininity, and he was in awe of her power and her beauty. His fear and shock were slowly melting away and being replaced by a newfound respect, and a deep seated arousal. He felt himself being drawn to her, and he knew, as she slowly lowered him up and down above her head, that he was going to be in for the ride of his life.

“Seven... Eight... Nine...”

He was completely captivated by her, not the least because, she literally had him captive and held aloft with those brawny muscular arms of hers, but because he’d truly never been so near a woman like her. It wasn’t just her great beauty, and it wasn’t just her great strength, although the last bit did have a lot to do with it, it was how it all combined. She had almost lifted him ten full times, and yet she still showed no signs of stopping or slowing down.

“Ten... Eleven... Twelve...”

He was just plain helpless. Helpless in her arms and helplessly enamored and infatuated with her. All he could do was look down at her, admiring her beautifully muscular body, and the way her sweat would bead and roll down her skin, coating it in a shimmering lustrous shine.

“Thirteen... Fourteen... Fifteen...”

Her muscle fibers tensing with each press. She was a sight to behold, and each time she lifted him, he felt like he was lost in her power and beauty. Her densely corded arms and wide shoulders were enough to send Frank into a trance, and her heaving muscular bosom mesmerized him. He watched in awe as each press made her body swell and ripple with strength. He could feel her strength and power emanating from her being and it was both frightening and incredibly exciting.

“Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen...”

He really couldn’t believe she was still able to lift him, and as big as her muscles were, they seemed to have gotten even bigger. It might just be due to how close he was to her, but they seemed to have swelled up from all the exertion, and with all the blood pumping and coursing through those throbbing veins of hers, they’ve never looked bigger to Frank. And as his manhood pressed itself tightly and uncomfortably against the seams of his pants, he had to admit he knew how getting the blood pumping could make a muscle bigger.

“Nineteen... Twenty... Twenty-one...”

He really couldn’t believe she wasn’t done yet. She just lifted him twenty full times above her head, and he’d never witnessed such great strength, let alone from such a great beauty. Thrilling as it was, it was still a bit of a blow to his manhood, despite the fact, that his manhood had never felt stronger... He also personally never felt weaker and more humiliated.

“Twenty-two... Twenty-three... Twenty-four...”

But as stated before he was helpless. And being helpless, he just tried to play it as cool as he could and just enjoy the ride. However, you can only be so cool when you find yourself being lifted up above the head of a world famous silver screen starlet and being pressed for reps.

“Twenty-five!” Marilyn exclaimed and shouted out as she pressed Frank up above her head one last time.

Finally, after all that time and after all those reps, Marilyn set him down and smiled triumphantly at him. A fresh coat of sweat covered her body, and her chest was heaving, and she was breathing heavily from the effort.

“So... You... Big DUMBBELL, are you ready to admit, that a woman can be stronger than a man?” She asked him.

He was still dazed, by all this. And he wanted to say yes, but he was just too awestruck to say anything. He just stammered and stammered trying to find the words, but his tongue couldn’t seem to find them.

“Or am I going to have to get rough with ya and really show you what these muscles are capable of?!” Marilyn teased him as she then threw one of her arms around his head and pulled him down into a headlock.

He felt the warmth of her body and the strength of her biceps against his neck as she tightened her grip. He never dreamed his face would ever be rubbing right up against her bosom, but he also never dreamed that Marilyn would have taken up bodybuilding and changed her last name, and would have him in a headlock...

Yet, here he was. Being mauled and mangled and manhandled by her, as she laughs and giggles sweetly, as she not so sweetly squeezes his head in her powerful headlock hold. He felt her hard body as she pressed it against him and he felt her powerful arms as they squeezed around his neck. He felt the strength of her as she flexed her bicep and he felt the crushing pressure of her muscles as they constricted around his neck.

“Will you admit it, or do you want to do things the hard way?” She asked him in a flirty yet authoritative tone. “I don’t mind doing things the hard way anymore, thanks to this hardbody of mine.”

He knew he had to give in. He had to admit that a woman could be stronger than a man. He had to admit defeat. He finally found his voice and meekly muttered, “Yes, I admit it. A woman can be stronger than a man.”

Or at least he attempted to... For thanks to all the squeezing and flexing and crushing that big, burly arm of hers did to his soft and scrawny neck, he found it difficult to get the actual words out. The words came out as grunts and groans thanks to her big, brawny bicep digging into his squishy neck.

“What was that?” Marilyn asked as she stopped squeezing, and he told her once again, although a bit more clearly this time.

Marilyn smiled and released her grip, letting him go. She looked into his eyes and asked him to, “Say it again,”

And he did, as he told her between breaths that “A woman can be stronger than a man.”

Marilyn smiled and leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

She looked into his eyes and smiled a great big smile before sweeping him up in those great big arms of hers and giving him a massive bear hug.

The kind that would have made an actual bear itself howl in pain. She squeezed him tightly and he felt his ribs creak as she applied more and more pressure. He thought to himself, compared to this crushing bear hug, he might prefer to be in that headlock. Once again, he was completely helpless in her grasp. He did his best to make sure to position and hold his press camera, so it wasn’t caught between the two of them, as he didn’t want her to crush it against that hard muscular body of hers.

Finally, she released him and she looked into his eyes and said, “Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” And then her eyes wandered down body and stopped halfway. “Guess I was wrong. I guess it was, really, really hard.”

And he just blushed again as he once again positioned his press camera in front of his crotch, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“I think you’re ready Mr. Reporter Man, to say goodbye to the old Marilyn... And I want you to tell the entire world to say hello to Marilyn Mon-Swole!” she said as she brought her arms up into a massive muscular flex.

Frank’s reporter instincts finally kicked in and shame or no shame he brought up that press camera of his and fired off a shot. The flashbulb went off, as so too did something go off in his trousers.

He’d never seen anything so beautiful. And he knew if the picture only turned-out half as good as the lovely visage standing right before him, he knew he had his big break. He couldn’t believe it, but this turned out to be an even bigger story than he dreamed, as those muscles of hers had to be the biggest, most powerful and most beautiful muscles in the entire world.

"And don't forget to print it," she said, her voice still low and sultry. "The old Marilyn may be gone. But she's bigger, stronger, better and yes, just as sexy as ever. If not more so."

Frank could only smile, this whole ordeal had left him completely spent. Still his heart was racing with excitement, because he truly didn’t know what to expect. With the way she was smiling and looking at him, could there be even more to come?

While he didn’t know what was in store for him. He did know that he had been promised a big story, and he had gotten one. While this no doubt would be his big break, it also did break and shatter everything he thought he knew about women. Least of all the lovely Marilyn Mon-Swole herself... Not that there is anything least about her, not with those great big muscles of hers. He had just witnessed the beginning of a new era for Marilyn Mon-Swole, and he couldn't wait to share it with the world.

"Print it," Marilyn said, her voice firm and confident. "Print it loud and clear in big bold text, just like my big bold muscles: The old Marilyn is gone. Say hello to Marilyn Mon-Swole."

And that’s just what the newspaper front page said, in big bold letters with a big photograph on the front page of Marilyn flexing those great big muscles of hers. As for what transpired between Frank and Marilyn? For Frank it was an unforgettable night, but that’s a story he never did share or print in a newspaper. Because, no one would ever dare believe such an amazing story.