BIG Is Back @NPC Nationals 2013

The annual pre-Christmas treat of the best amateur female muscle beef in the USA that is the NPC Nationals took place last weekend in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I always look forward to the Nationals. How could you not when past winners have included Sarah Dunlap (2002), Gina Davis (2004), Sheila Bleck (2008), and last year the juanderful Juanita Blaino?

And there are weight classes! It’s one of the last places where you can see lightweight against lightweight, heavyweight against heavyweight (and middleweights and light-heavies in between), which is how I think it should be. And to cap it all off, the class winners (who all get pro cards) have a big ole posedown for the overall title.

What’s not to like?

Class winners in the midst of their ‘big ole posedown’.

Well, this year, what’s not to like is the alarming fall in the number of female bodybuilders who took to the stage. Like the value of your investment, the number of competitors at the Nationals can go down as well as up, and has done so over the past ten years (which is the period FMS has got round to researching). And the trend has been most definitely downwards in the last few years, from 60 in 2009 to 42 last year. But this year’s figure, a mere 30, means, as I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you, there’s been a 50% drop in the last five years. Worrying stuff.

But wait. It may not all be doom and gloom. Of those 30, 17, yes, SEVENTEEN, were heavyweights. A stunning 57% of all the competitors were ‘big girls’. This is, in the last decade anyway, completely unprecedented. The proportion of heavyweights to the total number of competitors has varied little over the last ten years. 2010 (24%) and 2007 (25%) were the lowest, and, until this year, 2011 (35%) was the highest, with all other years falling inside this range.

Why the sudden (relative) increase in the number of heavyweights? Well, it is without doubt partly because the numbers in the other weight classes have dwindled, with 2013 a new low. As recently as 2009, there were 22 light-heavyweights, 16 middleweights, and 14 lightweights. Last weekend the numbers were 5, 3, and 5 respectively. So there were more competitors in any of the classes in 2009 than there were in the light-heavies, middleweights and lightweights combined this year.

The light-heavyweights. All of ’em.

Seems to me, and I’m just theorising now, that the ever-growing popularity of the physique division – a quite understandable popularity given that in 2014 there will be five IFBB pro shows for female bodybuilders but twenty pro physique contests – is undoubtedly hurting female bodybuilding. But at the same time, if you’re a heavyweight, physique is not really an option. Shannon Courtney, for example, a light-heavyweight, was so frustrated by the loss of size the switch to physique would entail that she decided to stick with bodybuilding, and so, it seems have the heavyweights.

The conclusion? The future of female bodybuilding at both amateur and pro level has been uncertain for some time, and continues to be so. But at least we can say that while it’s still around, it’s going to be populated by properly BIG competitors.

Top 5 heavyweights, left to right: Jennifer Kennedy (4th); Keli Watkins (2nd); Victoria Dominguez (Winner); Kristine Mele (3rd); Alyssa Stroud (5th)

To celebrate, this week on FMS, we’ll be bringing you some of the biggest and best from the (heavyweight class) of 2013 at the NPC Nationals, kicking off tomorrow with look at the overall champion and new IFBB pro, Victoria Dominguez.

Enjoy!

Prof. Pennypacker’s Pectarium

Though the construction of The Pectarium was now complete, the professor’s sudden descent into ill-health and the awful diagnosis that followed meant that he would have little time to enjoy it, and that he was fully aware of that fact. The images, gifs and clips that he enjoyed in the days before his final hospitalisation (he was allowed to return to his home for the last few days of his life but was unable to have one last night inside the temple of muscle worship he had built) included those which are presented today. Morsels from Professor Pennypacker’s final female muscle worship meal…

from Pennypacker’s diary 4th September 2012
The archive – both print and digital – is as complete as it can be, and automatic updates will continue long after I am gone, God willing. I am sure they will fight it – I would if I were them, and who knows, they may win, though I hope the law will protect my wishes as it should, queer as they may seem.

Within weeks of his death, just how ‘queer’ was evident, not only in the vehemence with which his family reacted, quite publicly, to the reading of the will, but also in the press. MAD MATHS PROF BLOWS £1M ON FEMALE BODYBUILDING BEASTS is just one of the many headlines that sticks in the memory.

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It was a ‘queer’ time for female muscle fans. Their little-known fetish was suddenly catapulted onto the front pages and from there onto the evening news and beyond. Suddenly, the water cooler talk was of the secret world of the female muscle worshipper. Suddenly the IS THERE A PENNYPACKER IN YOUR WORKPLACE? guide to spotting a ‘female muscle perv’ was being poured over during coffee breaks. Suddenly everyone knew the word ‘sthenolagnia’.

To begin with, we kept our heads down. Feigned disgust at the latest (doctored) image of female muscle beauty that was pasted across the tabloids and held up for ridicule in the places we worked. In fact we were disgusted, but disgusted with ourselves for betraying the women we most admired and desired, and for our own cowardice.

Then, at last, we started to gather ourselves, to share information. Which country are you from? Which city? Oh really! I’m just down the road. Where do you work? For real? I was chatting with another guy who works there, I’ll put you in touch…

And day by day and week by week we established that the professor’s inklings were, in fact, correct. Many of us DID know each other, if not by name we took the same trains, ate in the same snack bars, worked in the same factories and shops and offices. And we set the day, and the time. The day and the time. As one.

We emerged from our cells to worship together. At last.

Gifs:
Sondra Faas by Shirtrippers
Sandy Riddell by ‘the street fighter’
Desiree Ellis by Muscular Girls in Motion

The Pectarium
Visits by appointment only
Closed Christmas Day

THE END

Prof. Pennypacker’s Pectarium

Pennypacker on download limits
If there is anything more irritating in this new world than the ridiculous imposition of daily download limits then I have yet to find it. I pay my subscription, set my program in motion and within the hour it has all come to a juddering halt. ‘You have reached your daily limit for download’. Incensed, I fired off several emails and received replies ranging from the unsympathetic to the downright rude. XXXXXX [name removed for legal reasons] simply refunded my membership and as good as asked me not to bother them again. The nerve! Now I have no option but to seek out their material through not strictly legal means via my ever-growing list of (ever-generous) contacts. A ridiculous state of affairs. In future, I will simply write to websites and ask them to quote a price for their entire back archive.

At the time of his death, the professor was a paid-up member of six clip and photo websites and no fewer than twenty-eight websites belonging to individual female bodybuilders. We can only guess at the number of photo websites he had been a member of previously, though his archives suggest that at one time or another he had subscribed to all of them, and had paid for access to the members sections of quite literally hundreds of individual websites.

from Pennypacker’s diary 19th June 2011
Debit card blocked due to ‘unusual activity’ according to the peon I spoke to (no doubt in some call centre on the other side of the planet). Had to ring another peon to assure them that, yes, I had authorised the payments and would they please unblock my card. After I’d calmed down (thanks to some archived Sondra Faas), for no other reason than my own personal amusement I called the manager at my branch direct and asked at what point my spending had become ‘unusual’.

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Whether or not Pennypacker’s spending was ‘unusual’ or not, it was certainly copious. A statistician by profession and calling, he noted, some time in late 2012, the amount of money he calculated that he had spent on website subscriptions, pay-per-view clips and private cam shows until that point. The figure he arrived at was £7,650. In addition, he had donated £2,500 to individual bodybuilders to help with expenses, and spent almost £5,000 on state-of-the-art IT with which to ‘indulge my passion’.

But rather than that being a cause to rein in his spending, Pennypacker instead rejoiced at the fact that he had the means to not only continue spending this way indefinitely, but could, in fact, increase his outlay without the slightest worry. ‘Since the success of the first book I have had money but never knew what (or who) to spend it on,’ he wrote. ‘Now, at last, its purpose is clear.’

And the spending did not stop there. It was revealed during the legal battle over his will that the final cost for the construction of The Pectarium from first surveys to the final electrical installations broke the £200,000 mark.

from Pennypacker’s diary 13th May 2012
They [the builders etc.] wonder what this thing they have made is. Most of them believe it is a place in which I will conduct scientific experiments or has something to do with ‘gaming’. I wonder, if I did tell them, would one or two (or more) want to come back and experience it for themselves? I would gladly let them. I find to my surprise that I have designed the whole thing to be a private yet (potentially) shared experience without ever once realising it. My subconscious obviously craves to have like-minded company to enjoy my archive with. Perhaps I should start advertising on the forums: “Come see The Pectarium. Available now for weekend breaks/long stays. Groups welcomed.” Ha!

The idea of turning The Pectarium into some kind of holiday camp for female muscle lovers may or may not have been one that the professor would have pursued. We will never know. Within weeks of his first ‘glorious’ night within its walls, he fell ill…

gifs by
The Ankle (Christa Bauch)
Shirtrippers (Angela Salvagno)
Muscular Girls in Motion (Rene Campbell)

Prof. Pennypacker’s Pectarium

Like many fans of female muscle, Pennypacker was, at times, curious to know who he shared his passion with. Ultimately, he decided it was an impossible task to try to identify who, exactly, the ‘sthenolagniacs’ are. However, the questions about the group to which he felt he had come to belong are certainly ones familiar to the author, and may well be questions readers have asked themselves at one time.

from Pennypacker’s diary 10th October 2011
I find the statistician in me is not gone. How many of us are there? Do we number in our thousands, millions, tens of millions? Are we numerous enough that we are almost certain to know a fellow female muscle worshipper, even if we do not know that is the case? How many, I wonder, have I met in my life? How many are friends, though we would never speak of it and so never know?

from Pennypacker’s diary 12th November 2011
At times I feel like such a diletante. The knowledge some of the forum bods have of the history of female bodybuiding, their knowledge of the training methods and lifestyles of the women, their knowledge of when and where the competitions are, even the bars where the women go after the contests… I have so much to learn before I feel I can talk to them without feeling like a schoolchild being quizzed by a university lecturer. Oh, the irony of that!!!

from Pennypacker’s diary 17th February 2012
From what I can understand, I am unusually old and developed sthenolagnia (how much new vocabulary I have learned?!) relatively late in life, but this is based only on the confessions of those who are prepared to share this sort of thing, and only then when protected behind the anonymity of the internet. Hardly empirical.

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from Pennypacker’s diary 22nd February 2012
Like mad monks in the most extreme of orders we practise our common religion from within our own cells, never meeting, passing notes to each other under doors.

from Pennypacker’s diary 9th April 2012
A thought on the prevalence of available material. Statistically speaking, it holds that at any given moment a female muscle worshipper somewhere is more likely to be masturbating to an image or clip of Annie Riveccio than one of Georgia Fudge. It amuses me to think that this might be remembered as Pennypacker’s First Law. Ha!

from Pennypacker’s diary 4th May 2012
For a moment I lifted my head above the parapet. Received email from cousin Larry. The family is worried about me. I wrote hundreds of words in reply, confessing to everything in some detail. Candid and unapologetic, I was ready to ‘come out’ as they say. Never pressed send. Deleted it and wrote something about being kept busy with the renovations to the house and various loose ends from work that needed tying up. Promises that I would visit him and do the family rounds in the summer. I wonder if this is a common experience, something other female muscle lovers go through.

from Pennypacker’s diary 19th July 2012
What I know. 1) Sthenolagnia exists all over the world and it is a taboo fetish everywhere even though 2) it takes many different forms. 3) The lovers of female muscle are as varied in age, social status etc. as the male population itself.

from Pennypacker’s diary 28th August 2012
Bank holiday with the family at Larry’s. Conversation turned to the Olympics and Larry, never one to hold back on his opinions, spouted forth about how impressed he was at the ‘Amazonian women’ on display at the Olympics in London, how wonderful the physiques they had developed were and that kind of thing. I agreed wholeheartedly, perhaps a little too wholeheartedly – there was more than one comment made about this being the first time me and Larry had ever agreed on anything. Could Larry possibly be one of ‘us’? On the train home I daydreamed of a test. Sending him pictures of Rene Campbell. Subject: A Real Amazon.

Enjoy!

Rebekah Kresila by Muscular Girls in Motion
Viviana Violante by ‘the street fighter’.

Prof. Pennypacker’s Pectarium

from Pennypacker’s diary 6th January 2012
Made my first gif today from a favourite clip with Christine Envall and learned a new word: ‘forverse’. The alpha female is admired by a lesser woman, who runs her hands over Christine’s shoulders and chest. Back and forth, back and forth. I’m as proud of this as I am any of my achievements as a mathematician and teacher, not because it was difficult, it’s just rather satisfying to watch. A small contribution to the world of female muscle worship. I have posted it to one of the fan forums.

Some of you may recognise the professor’s username ‘Profetik’ from one or more of the forums. His gif of Christine being touched up was the first of many he would make and post, gifs that would eventually make their way into The Pectarium.

Pennypacker on power
Envall and women like her, women who make little or no concession to the roles or norms associated with their sex, or, more accurately, seem to deliberately defy and transgress as far as possible from them, possess immense power. Of course this power is partly physical – they are extremely strong, but it is also mental – they are determined, bloody-minded almost, in their pursuit of such singular goals – and in addition to that, it is sexual. Yes, there are many men who would find them abhorrent (or at least profess to doing so), but at the same time there are also many men to whom she is the ‘perfect’ woman; a sexual fantasy come to life …

… I wonder how I would react in the presence of such power. I was never what you might call ‘good’ with the ladies, never got to have much practice, but I doubt any man is prepared for his first encounter with such an abundantly powerful woman.

from Pennypacker’s diary 6th January 2012
I dreamt of female bodybuilders last night. A commune of them I stumbled upon during my morning walk. I was utterly tongue-tied yet they knew what I was thinking and replied to my thoughts. Many of them were recognisable – Colette Nelson, Gina Davis, Denise Hoshor and Gayle Moher among them. I woke with the kind of morning glory I have not experienced since I was very very much younger. Is this new passion of mine enhancing my virility? I certainly hope so!

Many of the professor’s diary entries from the last year of his life detail his rediscovered libido, his reinvigorated loins, and reinterest in masturbation. Many of these entries were used as evidence of his ‘mental regression’ by the contestants during the will hearing, but no firm scientific evidence was provided by the contestants’ lawyers that vigorous and frequent masturbation reveals mental failings.

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from Pennypacker’s diary 18th March 2012
I am absolutely convinced that my passion is extending both my sexual life and my vocabulary. Two or three years ago I might have thought cable flyes was some kind of adventure sport. Now I know them when I see them. And I know I like them!

from Pennypacker’s diary 20th March 2012
Came across a blog whose American author posts clips of himself masturbating over images of his favourite female beefcakes. I immediately went out and bought the first decent camera I could find and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to make my own version of such a clip. Nothing I’m totally happy with yet – though I am happy that I can masturbate like a teenager again. When I do make a satisfactory clip I am determined to send it to him. Maybe my ‘tribute’ will end up on his blog.

Throughout the remainder of the spring of 2012, as the old barn on his property was renovated and made ready to house The Pectarium, the professor’s idea of what he was creating shifted quite significantly from a place to house an archive to a place in which he could indulge in the pleasures these extracts show he was already enjoying.

Enjoy yourself!

Today’s gifs by Pennypacker and Muscular Girls in Motion.

Prof. Pennypacker’s Pectarium

Pennypacker on building an archive
My collection of magazines continues to grow. The more I acquire, the more I sense the need for preservation. How wonderful it would be if there were an archive, an exhaustive collection held in one location, and dedicated to the acquisition of all female muscle media past, present, and future. To think about: 1) How to fund such an archive, its upkeep and acquisitions? 2) Where to locate it? 3) How much digital storage space would be needed and how much physical space this would require?

Over the next couple of years, these questions would continue to drive Pennypacker, and were the seed out of which The Pectarium was to grow. Though not the ‘British Library of Female Muscle’ (as he began to refer to his idea), The Pectarium is, however, not only a unique and ingenious system of female muscle media presentation, but is also the tangible result of some of the solutions he devised to the problem of how to collect and collate such enormous amounts of digital material.

from Pennypacker’s diary 19th January 2011
Have spent the last week and a half backing up. I would say I need an assistant, but employing a hard-up undergrad for such a purpose might be a little awkward. At least all digital media is now saved and stored on hard drives ranging from 350GB to 1TB. How much more will I need in the future? The files seem to be getting bigger and bigger and more and more hi-res.

from Pennypacker’s diary 27th March 2011
Have decided to write my own cataloguing software. Tried several that are freely-available and the two most recommended, which were, of course, to be paid for. Some had commendable features, but none completely satisfactory. Need image recognition software integrated into the cataloguing to avoid duplicates. I recall Gerald was working on something like that at one time. Face recognition or some such. Might be a good first port of call. Will contact tomorrow.

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The ‘Gerald’ who was contacted by the professor was Dr. Gerald MacKinnon, Professor of Electronic Science at Christchurch College, Oxford. Over the next six months, Dr. MacKinnon would help Pennypacker construct the software that allowed him to acquire, collate and catalogue millions of images and clips simply by running the program. After September 2011, the professor’s computers were downloading and archiving female muscle material by themselves. This, however, created new problems. According to the professor’s notebook in late 2011, ‘It would take me to the age of 202 years and 7 months to actually view all the material that has now been gathered by my software.’

from Pennypacker’s diary 27th May 2011
Left an image of Jo Stewart’s magnificent chest on my screen when the doorbell rang. It was my niece and her husband paying me a ‘surprise visit’. I kept them talking in the hall for long enough to let the screensaver hide those perfect muscles. The closest I have been to having to reveal my secret. How ludicrous that at the age of 66 I feel compelled to hide my passion. We lunched at the Pelican. Kathy’s husband is tiresome with his tales of business conquest (one wonders what other conquests he doesn’t speak about in the presence of his wife) and I increasingly daydreamed of returning home to privacy and the delectable Jo as the meal progressed. Got the impression they had been sent by the rest of the family to find out why I hadn’t been more sociable since the first few months of retirement. If only they knew!

Kathy Winterbottom, Pennypacker’s niece, along with her older brother, Tate Pennypacker, lost the most from the alterations the professor made to his will – amendments were registered with his solicitor on four separate occasions from late 2011 to spring 2012 – and were consequently the most vehement contestants during the legal battle that followed his death. For Tate, even more galling than the loss of inheritance the provision for the upkeep of The Pectarium entailed was the clause, inserted by the professor in his last alteration to his will, that his own inheritance would be dependent on his taking responsibility for the maintenance and operation of The Pectarium. In court, his nephew would refer to it as ‘a monstrosity’, ‘disgusting’ and ‘perverted’. Obviously not a muscle women lover.

Pennypacker on Guimond
Of all the truly awesome sights I have come across through my new passion, the chest of Collette Guimond must rank as high as any. Frankly, I hold her responsible for my preference for this, no, these muscles over the many others that adorn the body of the muscular woman. I have travelled in my life. Seen many amazing things – Iguaçu Falls, the Grand Canyon, the morning mist over the Mull of Kintyre. There are also things I have never seen – the Nile, Ayers Rock, Everest rising above the peaks of the Himalayas. Honestly, I would rather travel to see Collette’s chest with my own eyes than cross any of those other sights off my list right now.

As far as we know, Pennypacker never did get to see Collette’s chest first-hand, or indeed any other female bodybuilders’ chests. Nothing in his diaries records a visit to a female bodybuilding contest or any other kind of meeting. During 2011, he seems to have come to the conclusion that unless he devoted all time he had left to the construction of The Pectarium, it would never be finished. In the end, he preferred not to indulge himself in personal experiences, but instead chose to leave his archive and his creation as a legacy to the world of female muscle fandom.

from Pennypacker’s diary 4th December 2011
The work has begun. This week the old barn has been gutted and by Christmas the structure will have been made sound. In the New Year renovation work will begin. If everything goes according to schedule, I will have my haven by Easter.

More selections from Prof. Pennypacker’s archive tomorrow. Enjoy!

gifs by Shirtrippers2.0, The Ankle and ‘the street fighter’.

Prof. Pennypacker’s Pectarium

from Pennypacker’s diary 20th October 2010
Recorded webcam with Alina. She has changed her hair and is, to my delight, now brunette. She bounced for me for over half an hour. Her ever-growing pectorals filled the screen. Heavenly. I spent the rest of the evening filing caps. I wonder if I would have had any career at all if I had discovered muscle women at a younger age.

Though the professor came to female muscle late in life, his archives, as far as we can tell, encompass the entire history of the sport of female bodybuilding as well as the strong women of the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.

Pennypacker on pecs
With their rejection of the breast tissue that to a large extent defines the female body as distinct from that of the male, female bodybuilders declare their independence from the established ‘rules’ of womanhood. They are utterly unique in adopting this position. No other group of women so vehemently rejects the roles and conventions assigned to them. They stand alone but united in a sisterhood of which the badge of belonging are the muscles where their breasts ‘should’ be.

from Pennypacker’s diary 14th May 2010
Jennings is as masculine as any current female bodybuilder. The size and mass of her pectorals are intoxicating. In the past if you had told me a woman was called Rosemary I would have imagined a cake baker from the WI, all Laura Ashley, walks with the dog and church on Sunday. Now when I hear the name I see this wonderful beast of a woman in my mind’s eye. How times have changed!

‘Pec Purists’ should not celebrate Pennypacker as one of them. Though it is obvious from what has emerged from his archives at this early stage that the professor enjoyed what you might call the unadulterated chest above all others, he was certainly not averse to some artificial enhancement, or, to use the parlance of our times, ‘bolt-ons’. Having said that, women who have chosen to have more extreme levels of breast enhancement, like Yvette Bova or Lynn McCrossin, for example, are conspicuous in their absence from the archive the professor installed into The Pectarium.

from Pennypacker’s diary 3rd March 2009

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Kresila is utterly beguiling. I fantasise about showing colleagues a picture of her. I’d wait for them to say, as they surely would, that she is a rare beauty, and then, and only then, would I reveal an image of her magnificent body. As she was on cam this evening. Topless and 100% muscle-chested. Their incomprehension would be something to cherish, and surely the two images would haunt them.

We leave you today with a couple of the prof’s faves. Images and clips of Nikki Fuller (above) and Oana Hreapca (below) are among the most numerous in the professor’s collection. More from the archive contained within The Pectarium tomorrow.

Enjoy!

gifs by Muscular Girls in Motion and The Ankle

Prof. Pennypacker’s Pectarium

The passing of Prof. Philpott Pennypacker, who died, according to his obituary in the New Scientist, ‘peacefully, surrounded by family, friends and colleagues at his Berkshire home’ on October 28th 2012, was of little apparent interest to all female muscle fans (excepting those who study or work in the field of applied mathematics). However, the ensuing legal battle over the fate of the late Prof. Pennypacker’s estate, and yesterday’s High Court ruling that brought an end to that battle, is quite a different matter, revealing as it does, the nature of the professor’s final project.

The challenge to the will, brought by members of his immediate family, focused on one clause Professor Pennypacker had inserted into the will in 2010. The clause made provision for a fund to maintain, in the state in which he left it, a converted out-building on his property, and for members of the public to be allowed access to it. Initially, his executors had assumed the professor had used the building as a study/workshop, and his wish was to allow future applied mathematicians a glimpse of his working processes. Only after entering the building did they realise he had designed it for a purpose they could never had imagined.

They found the building is divided into six rectangular rooms of roughly equal size. In each room there are six large screens, two on each of the longer walls, and one on each of the shorter sides. [There has some speculation as to the significance of the 6 rooms and the 6 screens in each. In his 1972 work It’s Magic: How Anybody Can Prove Anything with Selective Statistics, Pennypacker noted that ‘If 3 is, indeed, as is claimed, a “magic number”, then surely it follows that multiples of three should possess that “magic” incrementally.’ However, it may simply be that the building lent itself or was previously divided along similar lines and that the size of the screens Pennypacker chose to adorn the walls were simply large enough to allow no more than six of them to fit comfortably along each wall.]

In the centre of each room sits a reclining swivel chair, apparently specially designed for the professor according to his specifications. From the chair, the screens can be operated by means of a touch screen control panel which is fixed to the left arm of the chair and can be lowered across the lap of the sitter. And it was once the executors had sat down in the chairs and used the control panels to turn on the screens that the true purpose of the building, the rooms and the screens was revealed.

Images of female bodybuilders, specifically, the pectoral muscles of female bodybuilders, started to appear on the screens. In some rooms, there would be six different images, one on each screen, followed by six different ones again, then six more and so on. In another room a single image travelled from screen 1 to 2 to 3 and so on around all six, followed by another image, and another. In yet another room the six screens all displayed a looped clip of a female bodybuilder performing cable flyes. Another room had combinations of each of the above, and it was soon established that the user/viewer could control the images exactly as they wished.

And on they went, images, loops, clips both long and short, some speeded up, some slo-mo. There was contest footage, even some artwork, and what they all had in common was the pecs of female bodybuilders and other muscular women.

The executors were, quite understandably, stunned. The final project of Professor Philpott Pennypacker had been nothing to do with the work he had made his career. Rather, it had been the result of his secret passion, kept private from all who knew him until after his death. His final project had been to construct his own personal temple of female muscle, a place where he could privately enjoy and worship his favourite part of his favourite type of women. He called it ‘The Pectarium’.

The fund he put in place to pay for the upkeep of The Pectarium naturally put a considerable hole into the inheritance of his beneficiaries, and consequently the will was challenged, ultimately unsuccessfully. In his summing up yesterday, Lord Justice Laws explained that ‘While a feeling of incomprehension at the curious uses to which an estate may be put is, in this case, quite understandable, there is no basis in law for revoking a will on those grounds.’ Fortunately, the FMS legal department is on hand to simplify that to ‘Just because you don’t understand why he wants his money used in this way, it doesn’t mean you can change it.’ And as a result, you, me, and anyone else who wishes to do so will, as soon as all the legal bureaucracy has been cleaned up, be able to arrange their own personal visit to Professor Philpott’s Pectarium.

If you can’t wait, FMS will this week be giving you a taste of what you might find there in the rough and ready way we can. And even more exciting perhaps, is the fact that we have also been granted access to Professor Pennypacker’s private diaries. In these diaries, he put down his thoughts on female bodybuilders, being a female muscle worshipper, and the place of female muscle and those who follow it in society as a whole. We are both honoured and delighted to be able to bring you some extracts to accompany a selection of items from within The Pectarium.

Enjoy!

Candids: Marthe

And we finish our week of candids with the magnificent example of muscular womanhood that is Marthe Sundby, out in public and seemingly wearing nothing but a smile, a T-shirt, and a tan. Quite apart from the sheer sex appeal of Norway’s number 1 muscle goddess arrogantly parading her bare legs and glutes, FMS digs how it’s been taken from behind what looks like a tree, as if the photographer were one of us, consumed by The Madness, compelled to preserve the moment. Of course, she doesn’t mind that you’re following her and snapping away, she knows the power she has over you. In fact, she even turns and flashes you a smile… Yes!

Without a shadow of a doubt, this is FMS‘ Candid of the Year (so far).

Enjoy!

Candids: Drink Up!

left: Kris Murrell working her way through her own personal pitcher.

right: Megan Abshire prepares to drink you under the table. Cheers!

below left: It wasn’t until the office Christmas party that I finally got to see that the girl from accounts who had told me she’d started lifting really was starting to show some definition in her arms… centre: Only a woman with muscle looks this good in a backless dress (and it may be virtually frontless for all I know). Ridiculously sexy. And somehow the glass of wine just makes it even better. Click on the picture and see if you can keep them above the table… right: Not a million miles away from my idea of what heaven looks like. I feel I should know who these beauties are. ID anyone?

Enjoy!