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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: winterwolff on August 15, 2021, 12:01:42 am
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Does this new story contain?
-Magic growth? Nope
-Superhero strength? Nope
-Giantesses? Nope
-Feet stuff? Nope
+Feats of strength? Yup
+Fem vs fem fights? Yup
+Fem vs dude fights? Yup
+Young vs old fights? Yup
+Lift and carry? Yup
+Grocery shopping? You f’ing know it!
+Biceps? That’s kind of my thing
+Arm wrestling scenes that span several chapters and over 7,000 words? I apologize for nothing!
-Overuse of commas, and… ellipsis (three period pauses)? I apologize for some things...
By the way consider my previous stories public domain, if you want to continue any story or use any character that is fine by me.
Sick and Sicker (Remastered) A Halloween horror about a little sister (https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=604874.msg2290673#msg2290673)
Brat-ceps (https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=114401.msg1319253#msg1319253)
Without further ado...
My Wife’s Struggle With Teen Violetnce
#1 Character Growth
My name is Adam Kelly and I have know my wife nearly my entire life. Even though we were a few years apart we went to the same schools. We weren’t friends back then or anything, she was three grades younger and we only knew of the other one’s existence from the playground or hallway. Admittedly, the first time I really noticed her is the around the same time everyone else did as well, and it is a big part of what has formed Paula into who she is today. My wife developed earlier than any other girl in school and as creepy as it feels to say, girls just didn’t develop as early as they do today. Me being a typical guy thought it was awesome for her, she was winning the genetic lottery! Even back then I knew being an attractive female made life easier for them than the rest of us shlubs. Knowing what I know now and knowing what she went though because of her early development has changed my entire perspective.
Paula did indeed grow early in height and chest and because of it she was the most popular girl in middle school, but what I know now is all the attention she received was not the attention she wanted. The boys all just wanted to see her boobs. They would all talk about what they would do with her if they had the chance and would “accidentally” cop a feel in the crowded halls, gym class or even playing at the park. Paula was a tomboy and always preferred to hang out with the boys because they actually did stuff like play basketball or ride bikes, and not just go to the mall like the girls, but by the end of the year when her development really started to take off the guys stopped treating her as the same old Paula they played football with. Instead her “friends” hormones started to make them act differently towards her. She was no longer Paulie, she was Paula, she was no longer seen as a buddy, she was seen as an object or worse, as a conquest. The grade school boys (and some perv adults) reactions to her changes were disappointing to Paula, but the girls reactions were… devastating.
The girls were jealous of all the attention she was getting, wanted or not, and they were cruel. Even the few girls she called friends slowly stopping calling her or answer her calls. Most girls didn’t like her much to begin with because she was a tomboy so they just started spreading rumors about her, and call her names. Then there were the few that went even further, two girls in particular didn’t just use words but their fists as well. Despite being a few inches taller than them she didn’t know how to fight and she was out numbered anyways. They were relentless, during the last month of school they had beat her up four times. They grabbed her hair, kicked her stomach and even punch her chest as some sort of payback for something she had no control over. Paula didn’t confide in her older brother about what was happening until the school year ended. He tried to assure her things would be different in high school but he was not naive and taught her how to fight back. Paula took the lessons well but it wasn’t until her brother introduced her to weights that she really started to feel confident and she REALLY liked the confidence boost. Her and her brother worked out everyday that summer and even when he went to work at the pool as a lifeguard she continued the weights for hours. Another year of school starting, another inch grown, and another cup size added. Paula was just… big. By the time she entered high school she was already 5’9” 150 lbs and a full C. The first month of school actually went decently, there were new people to make friends with and other girls started developing too. None in her grade were as tall or as endowed but at least it spread the boys attention around. Unfortunately her peace was short lived…
Amanda Fitzgerald ruled Jefferson School, hell 30 years later and I still think of her on occasion. Amanda was a senior when Paula entered high school, she had the same growth spurt four years earlier and seemingly never stopped. Unlike Paula, the red-head relished in the spotlight. Back in the 90s, at least in my town, chicks either wore over-sized shirts and Janko ultra-wide legged jeans or bodysuits. If you’re not familiar with bodysuits they were basically cotton, skin-tight, 1-piece bathing suits that snapped in the crotch typically worn with jeans or shorts. The latter is all Amanda wore. The 5’10” D-cup senior cheerleader didn’t just crave attention, she demanded it. She teased boys and grown men alike and the girls were all intimidated by her. She was feared not only because she could and did steal their boyfriends right in front of them (I was one of those boyfriends), but with that mature body came mature muscles as well. Amanda was head cheerleader and took the position very seriously. The red-haired cheer captain didn’t just talk the talk, she walked the walk when it came to her physical conditioning. She was the first in the gym and the last to leave after practice. She was the hottest of the girls, the strongest of the girls, and the also the meanest. The legend of Amanda Fitzgerald started a couple of years before Paula even entered high school during Amanda’s sophomore year.
Dave Elliot was the senior varsity football team’s star wide receiver who ended up playing for Ohio State before blowing out his knee. The tall, lean football player two years her senior resisted Amanda’s advances because he was “too in love with his girlfriend at the time to get with a sophomore chick.” Hard to blame him, Corine was a senior co-cheer captain at the time. Even at 15 Amanda did not take “no” very well. The next day she confronted his girlfriend Corine on Dave’s own front lawn. Corine was an athletic 18 year old, 3 years older than the fiery redhead sophomore but after just 2 minutes Dave’s older sister Mary who was a stocky, built like a brick shithouse, college rugby player had to step in to defend her brother’s girlfriend. According to Dave’s neighbor Kimmy; the sophomore Amanda took them both on at the same time. Neither girl woman could overpower the young teen, not only did Amanda hold her own against two strong ladies she manhandled them both managing to wrestle them to the ground in simultaneous headlocks. Dave was forced to step in but as soon as he bent down Amanda wrapped his neck up with her long legs in a scissor hold! The redhead squeezed all three of them at the same time, making them all plea for mercy together as they were getting choked out. I guess it was some sight to see the three athletes aged 18, 18, and 22 slapping the ground and thighs of a 15 year old frantically begging for their lives. Understandably we did not believe Kimmy’s account the next day, even Dave himself denied he got knock out by Amanda until the infamous weight room incident…
A few days later Amanda burst into the high school weight room where the football players were working out, confronting Dave in front of the entire team. Dave denied everything saying she was just some psycho chick who couldn’t take rejection. The coach told her to stop the nonsense and leave, there was no way she overpowered his star wide receiver. She tried to fight Dave again right there but of course the coach wasn’t going to let that happen. Without saying anything more Amanda walked to the “Max Chart” the coach had posted on the cork-board of all the football team’s 3 rep maximum weight lifts. Without a word she stripped out of her pink overalls right there in front of the entire football team leaving herself in only a white, skin tight bodysuit. The sophomore Amanda Fitzgerald then walked to the bench where a bar was loaded with 2 plates (145 lbs) and added 2 little 10 pound plates to each side. Amanda slid under the bar and forced 3 hard reps of 185 to everyone’s astonishment. As soon as she finished she got up, heaved the bar from the bench and brought it to the squat rack.
Dave made a crack that he could squat more than 185 lbs but she didn’t say a word, instead she went to dumbbell rack and grabbed a pair of 45 pounders. Amanda then turned around and curled the huge weights in each hand three times, everyone’s jaw hit the floor, but she wasn’t done. She then walked back to the squat rack, and threw her arms over it, resting the bar on her shoulders while still holding the weights in her hands. She unracked the bar and walked to the middle of the gym. Amanda then proceed to squat the combined weight of 275 lbs 3 times before dropping the barbells from her hands with a huge thud. Amanda then turned to poor Dave and stared down the senior football star with the weight across her shoulders. The sophomore took a deep breath and pressed the 185 lbs bar over her head! It was clearly a huge challenge but she managed another rep, and then with her arms shaking forced up her third! She held it in the air, arms quivering for a good 30 seconds, staring daggers at Dave before dropping the weight to the floor with a thunderous thud that made him jump. The bad bitch then just picked up her overalls and walked out of the weight room and into infamy.
Amanda Fitzgerald completely emasculated the senior football star without a single word spoken. She had beaten his max 3 rep squat by 65 lbs, his bench by 40 lbs, his one-armed dumbbell curl by 15 lbs, and his overhead press by a whopping 65 lbs! The girl three years younger out-muscled him for a combined total of 185 extra lbs in front of everyone. Oh, and to add insult to injury it turned out the reason she added the 4 extra 10 pound plates to the bar making it 185 was to match Dave Elliot’s body weight. She wanted him to know what her body was capable of doing to his body. Nobody doubted Kimmy, his neighbor’s story after that. Amanda went from bombshell to legend after the gym incident and the coach even added her to the chart (with an asterisk of course). Even though her sights were not on me at that time, hell I didn’t even know if I was even on her radar as someone who existed then I was thoroughly intimidated by this girl who wasn’t even old enough to drive. The sophomore could press 75 lbs more than my overhead and she over doubled our kicker Mikey Connor’s total.
I snuck into the gym and copied our” Max Chart” weightlifting sheet.
| Varsity - Name | Age | Height | Weight | Bench | DB Curl | Squat | Overhead | Totals | Place | Body% |
| Bahara, Amer | 18 | 6’1 | 210 | 220 | 55 | 310 | 165 | 750 | 5th | 357% |
| Bagwell, Scott | 17 | 5’10 | 150 | 110 | 25 | 150 | 70 | 355 | 37th | 237% |
| Connor, Mike | 18 | 5’7 | 122 | 95 | 15 | 120 | 60 | 290 | 41st | 238% |
| Elliot, Dave | 18 | 5’10 | 177 | 145 | 30 | 210 | 120 | 505 | 21st | 285% |
| Ernest, Jamal | 17 | 5’8 | 145 | 140 | 35 | 220 | 135 | 530 | 16th | 366% |
| *Fitzgerald, Amanda | *15 | 5’8 | 144 | 185 | 45 | 275 | 185 | 690 | 8th | 479% |
| Hich, Brad | 18 | 6’0 | 223 | 190 | 60 | 305 | 170 | 725 | 6th (t) | 325% |
| Jackson, Douglas | 18 | 5’7 | 216 | 260 | 55 | 420 | 200 | 935 | 2nd | 433% |
| Jensen, Tim | 17 | 6’1 | 191 | 170 | 25 | 230 | 125 | 550 | 13th | 288% |
| Kelly, Adam | 16 | 5’8 | 162 | 160 | 30 | 235 | 110 | 535 | 14th | 330% |
I was always a stat guy and now I have my own accounting firm to show for it. In case math isn’t your strong suit I will break it down a bit. The sophomore girl could overhead press more than 30 of the guys on the team in other words about 91% of them. Astonishingly Amanda could lift more weight over her head than 4 of the guys could even squat! Comparing her to us; Dave her rival, Mikey the weakest, and myself (Adam), Amanda could curl 3x more than Mikey and overhead press 168% more than me!
She was the only cheerleader that could toss up other cheerleaders and catch them in one hand during their routines. I remember at a basketball game some dad mentioned how the “smoking hot cheer coach” should not be involved and let the girls do the routine on their own. The wife was annoyed and told him she was James and Kathleen Fitzgerald’s kid and not only was she on the squad, she was younger than their own daughter! He looked very uncomfortable, but that discomfort turned to anger when his brash wife went on to say Amanda was also taller and stronger than him too. The dude in his mi 40’s scowled and told her to cut it with the feminist bullshit. After the game as they were leaving his wife caught up to the sophomore cheerleader and asked to take a picture with her husband. The husband looked pissed but was not about to make a scene in the middle of the crowded gym. His wife pulled out a disposable Kodak and just before she took the picture told them to “give a big flex for the camera”. They both stood tall and double bicep flexed. Not only was the 15 year old a half inch taller, her arms totally disgraced his! Even his wife went from boisterous to crestfallen at the sight of her man’s arms looking so hapless next to a girl a 1/3 his age. His arms were average but hers humiliated them in both size and muscularity. I remember thinking she looked stronger than Xena ever did. They were arguing on the way to their car and I overheard the wife say “What if that 15 year old girl wanted to beat me up or have her way with me? Who would protect me? You!?”
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#2 “Cruel Leaders are Replaced Only to Have New Leaders Turn Cruel” - Che Guevara
Two years later…
Over the next couple of years at Jefferson High, Amanda only got bigger, stronger, and meaner.
| Varsity - Name | Age | Height | Weight | Bench | BD Curl | Squat | Overhead | Totals | |
| Fitzgerald, Amanda* | 17 | 5’10 | 158 | 210 | 55 | 315 | 195 | 775 | |
| Kelly, Adam (me) | 18 | 5’10 | 173 | 185 | 40 | 260 | 125 | 610 |
No one wanted to mess with Amanda, but Amanda wanted to mess with Paula and it was all because of me. As the top wrestling star at the school I was quite popular back then and I always had a thing for muscular females, I felt incredibly lucky to have landed Amanda as my girlfriend at the time but she had a temper. I just casually mentioned Paula from my neighborhood and I mentioned she looked mature for a freshman. That was it! That was enough for my old girlfriend to seek out my future wife.
“So you think you’re hot shit, freshman?” Amanda said when she cornered Paula
“No… No I don’t. What did I do?”
“I just want you to know the lay-of-the-land around here. I am the queen and you are a peasant.”
The other cheerleaders started to gather around their leader snickering.
“says who?” Paula shot back defiantly
In a flash the powerful cheerleader grabbed Paula’s backpack straps and heaved, the queen of the school lifted Paula right off the ground! Everyone gasped at the sight of a 12th grader lifting a girl straight into the air! It’s one thing for her to toss up a tiny cheerleader who is also using her legs to assist, it’s another thing completely to lift dead weight from the ground, not to mention one almost as big as herself. Paula says she weighed about 150 lbs at the time and told me up until that moment she never knew a girl could be so strong. It was only for a few seconds before Amanda tossed her to the ground but it was astonishing.
Paula was stunned but got to her feet without backing down, the two girls circled each other. Amanda raised her arms in a test-of-strength challenge and Paula cautiously accepted. As both girls muscular bodies strained against the other, I was enthralled. The redheaded senior everyone both feared and wanted at the same time used her insane upper body strength and wrench down on the smaller girl’s arms, Paula’s arms bent and she fell to her knees. Amanda quickly wrapped her arms around Paula’s head and pulled her tight into her D cup breasts smother the freshman. Paula struggled for a bit before wrapping her arms around Amanda’s midsection. The younger girl then got one leg beneath her, and then the other, and heaved the surprised older girl right off of her feet in a bear hug. Paula used the opportunity to display her strength to her classmates by walking the struggling cheerleader around the yard for a good 30 seconds before slamming Amanda to the grass onto her back! Paula mounted her, sitting on her ample chest trapping both of Amanda’s arms to her sides between her thighs as she sat high on the cheerleader’s tits. The powerful senior was thrashing around trying to buck Paula off, she was almost thrown a few times but managed to stay on top of Amanda. Little Carly Wilson and Tamera Johnson both varsity cheerleaders and very athletic in their own right had seen enough and jumped in. Carly was about 4’11”, 100 lbs and Tamera was about 5’6” and probably 125 lbs, both were all lean muscle.
Tamera got behind Paula and wrapped her arm around her neck in a choke hold. I still remember Tamera’s tight little mocha bicep dig into Paula’s pale throat. As the black girl pulled Paula back trying to unseat her, Carly the little mighty mite charged Paula slamming into her chest trying to help Tamera knock Paula off. The freshman pressed her hand against Carly’s tight 6 pack with her free hand to push the small girl back. Tamera was thought to be the second strongest girl at Jefferson back then, she was pulling at her own wrist forcing her lean, lime sized bicep deeper into Paula’s throat. The freshman’s eyes bulged as her windpipe was getting crushed by the powerful cheerleader. With only one arm available Paula grabbed Tamera’s upper forearm just below the black girl’s clenched hand to try to pry away the crushing choke hold, both their arms shook as Tamara leaned back pulling with more effort. Carly’s feet were sliding on the grass next to Amanda’s head, somehow Paula was managing to press the girl backwards with one arm against her defined midsection. Carly grabbed at Paula’s upper arm with both hands and the little cheerleader’s tiny hands together could not fully wrap around the freshman’s upper arm under her jacket sleeve then her eyes went wide…
Paula clutched onto the cheerleader’s defined stomach, unlike Carly her hand is large, large enough to grip both sides of the small girl’s protruding abdomen. Carly screamed out as the freshman clutched her stomach digging her fingers into the sides of her proud 6 pack abs. The tiny cheerleader was clearly flexing her hard core with fury against the squeeze but Paula’s powerful hand was forcing the bulging abdomen muscles towards each other. The small girl started to convulse as the heads of her rock hard, powerful abs crammed together above her belly button! Carly screamed and fell to her knees, but she was standing over Amanda’s prone body. The tiny cheerleader’s was being used as a weapon against the friend she was trying to help. Paula forced Carly’s ass onto Amanda’s face, smothering the head cheerleader trapped beneath her!
High on adrenalin Paula grunted out and started to power the brown, jacked arms of Tamera from her throat. The muscular arms of the black cheerleader were getting pried apart by the single arm of a freshman breaking the choke hold. Remembering that prominent bronze mound get tore apart by my future wife’s single, thick, powerful arm still gets me going. Between Carly’s struggling and Amanda’s hip trusts Paula was almost thrown off but Paula was just as cunning back then as she is now. Paula let go of the girl’s crushed abdomen and Carly fell to the side of Amanda curled up in a ball wailing. The infuriated redhead’s powerful body arched high, lifting Paula a foot upwards nearly throwing her off but the freshman yanked Tamera’s arm hard propelling the cheerleader on top of her. The 9th grader held the black girl across her shoulders and let out a war-cry. Paula, the 14 year old heaved the senior cheerleader into the air over her head! The combined weight was too much and forced Amanda’s hips back to the ground.
There it was in front of us for all to witness otherwise we would not have believed it. A freshman was taking on the three strongest senior girls in the school at once and was dominating them! Paula rose to her knees above the furious cheerleader, straitened her posture with Tamara still overhead and looked down at the head cheerleader. Amanda’s bucking stopped abruptly. Despite Paula’s weight no longer on her chest the redhead’s neck, and shoulders bulged and her jaw locked tight. It was odd the way the chaos came to a screeching halt, both of them staring at each other with an intense scowl. I remember both girls turning red, but neither moving a centimeter before Amanda started to make a weird wheezing sound as if she smoked two packs a day. Paula’s scowl was replaced with a grin looking down on the cheerleader.
“I GIVE!” Amanda wheezed out
I was confused for a second then I saw Paula’s inner thighs shaking, she was squeezing the life out of the cheerleader without even crossing her ankles! The freshman stared down the entire cheer squad while mounted on top of their leader and holding the other in the air above her head. The school’s new biggest, baddest girl to ever walk the halls tossed the black cheerleader to the ground and raised her hands to the sky before slowly lowered them into a massive double bicep flex. The entire school was stunned into complete silence, the only sound was the powerful freshman’s jacket sleeves audibly creaking, nearly about to burst! I remember feeling so small for not having the muscles of a girl a full two years younger than me but I mostly remember comparing her to the rest of the girls she was staring down. She was taller, her body was more mature, and she shamed them all.
“I’ll let you up but you have to kiss my leg first.”
Paula rocked to her feet and stood up, looking down upon her rival between her feet. Amanda’s chest was heaving taking in as much air as she could while she rubbed her ribs, probably checking for any cracks. The cheerleader sat up on her elbows still between Paula’s legs. Amanda tried to scoot back out from under her new rival but my future bride just moved forward keeping her trapped.
“It seems like you are having trouble getting up.”
Paula flexed her young, powerful legs. Her thighs transformed from thick and soft looking to muscular and menacing before the senior’s eyes. The cheerleader was fill with impotent rage but she had little choice. The most powerful, intimidating girl to ever walk the halls of Jefferson High relented and kissed the freshman’s thigh in front of the entire school!
That moment awoke a monster in Paula, she was determined to not just be more powerful, but more feared than the fall queen of Jefferson High. From that point on Paula filled the void of Amanda Fitzgerald and then some. She no longer hid her body, she took what what and who she wanted, and she just didn’t intimidate, she terrified everyone around her.
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Ohhh I love this kind of story!!
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... And I totally missed that "sick and sicker" got a rework. This is one of my favorite stories ever! I have to read it again asap. :woohoo:
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Thank you so much
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Thank you, I am glad you like it so far :)
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#3 The Inmate Runs the Asylum
4 years later…
Paula and I started dating when she was a senior, a few years after I had graduated. We both worked at the same bowling alley one summer and really hit it off. My father was a State Trooper back then, and he was providing an extended escort for some politician across Texas which meant was going to be gone overnight. Paula and I have for the first time had a house to ourselves. We wasted no time doing exactly what you would think an 18 year old and college kid would do with a house all to themselves. About 8 hours in of marathon sex, around midnight Paula had an idea...
I went to my father’s closet and grab his State Trooper uniform. The pants and shirt were a little baggy, but it was nothing a belt didn’t fix. As soon as I got out of the master bathroom she was already waiting for me nude as the day she was born, ready for some role playing.
“Please warden, I will do anything to not have to go the hole…. Anything.”
“Well ummm… Well inmate, you were really bad. You have been caught sneaking into the prison yard to use the weights. From the looks of you I don’t think it was the first time.”
To this day, that was the best line I ever came up with on the fly.
“It’s true warden I have been sneaking into the yard to workout really… really hard.”
Paula raises to her knees on the bed. She looks down at her amazing body and starts flexing her chest and abs. She uses her arms to press her firm, large breasts together. The vixen starts flexing one breast at a time, raising each high on her chest slowly.
“I am really, really strong warden… Maybe you should use that baton on me.”
“Holy shit” I couldn't help it and broke character for a second
“I.. I mean you look pretty strong but I think I can handle you on my own inmate.”
Paula grinned wickedly at me before raising her arms in a hard double bicep flex. God she was magnificent.
“Oh warden, you will definitely need to use that baton on me if you want this to be a fair fight.”
Well there was no arguing with that. I picked up my dad’s Tonfa baton from the basket, the kind of billy club that has a T handle, I was not really sure what to do next. I approached the bed trying to come up with a plan. I gently pressed the end of the billy club into her sternum to playfully press her onto her back on the bed.
“Why warden, is that what you really want to do with that big stick?”
Paula flexed her pecs actually gripping the baton between her beautiful tits. I give it a light tug, but she had it good.
“Oh my dear warden… You will have to be a lot rougher than that to punish me.”
Paula traces her index finger along the shaft of the baton while she flexes her right arm.
“You see warden this is nothing more than a toy to me.”
Paula then brought the club tip to her mouth before sliding it deep down her throat. She slowly pulled the shaft out, covered in her saliva. She just grinned sliding the tip of the baton down her chest, her abs, her hips until it rested against her shaved, tight mound.
“Come on warden… punish me”
I was stunned, but regained my sense and parted her nether lips with the wet tip before gently pushing against the handle.
“You’ll have to better than that warden”
I slowly increased the pressure until it finally broke through into her love tunnel, Paula gasped as it entered her.
“that’s it, keep it coming warden” Paula moans
I continue to push deeper, and deeper until it was nearly 8 inches inside her! Paula grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard before removing my grip from the baton.
“It looks like I have your toy now”
Paula stood up from the bed, legs parted with the baton half buried inside her, the heavy shaft didn’t slide an inch! I stood in front of her dumbfounded.
“You’ll have to get me back on this bed if you want to put your… other baton in me”
Paula raised her hands in a test of strength and my hands met hers. I pressed so hard trying to topple her onto the mattress, but the naked teen goddess didn’t budge, her large breasts jiggled as she laughed. I was not weak, especially back then but she was just so strong. She easily spun me around and threw ME onto the bed instead. Still standing at the foot of the bed she stripped the state-trooper slacks and my underwear down my legs. Paula then grabbed the pants still around my ankles with one hand and used them to press my ankles nearly to my ears, folding me in half with one arm! With my own legs in my face I couldn’t see or breath in that position, then I felt it…
“Do you want me to continue?” Paula whispered to me
Paula let my legs raise back until my feet pointed to the ceiling. My heart was racing, I didn’t know if I did want her to continue. I was excited but also scared, I didn’t answer.
“I will be gentle and you can tell me to stop any time.” she said caringly
Paula took the pants and underwear off my legs and took an ankle in each hand. I was somewhat relieved but then I felt the tip of the baton press against me again. Paula parted my vertical legs revealing her beautiful, wickedly grinning face. I looked between my legs to see the cock like baton resting on my stomach. Paula had taken the shaft of the Tonfa baton out and inserted the T handle into herself! The glistening tip that was deep inside her was pointed at my face. She slid the shaft against my erect cock and then stood up enough to lift the billy club from me. She easily held the baton T handle tightly in her pussy’s grip while she admired her new phallus.
“Are you ready warden?”
I got into the master bedroom’s shower and turned on the water contemplating what had just happened, I have fucked before but was never fucked myself until then. After about 15 minutes I was clean and decided it was best if we took a step back and just watch some TV for a while. Well that was the plan until I stepped out of the bathroom…
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#4 All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go
While I was in the shower Paula took her own turn putting on my father’s state trooper uniform and suddenly I didn’t feel like watching TV anymore. Good god, did she fill it out way better than me. The slacks tightly hugged her amazing ass and legs, and the top 3 buttons of the uniform’s shirt were screaming, ready to burst from her tits.
“Turn about is fair play” she grinned
Paula tossed the baton at my feet and winked at me.
*BOOM!*
“What the fuck!?”
I’ll never forget my dad’s face. He got home much earlier than we expected, and he was furious. My old man was a tough-as-nails, grizzled trooper who was quick to anger. He was an imposing man at 6’1” and a little under 200 lbs. He marched right up to Paula inches from her face and stared down at her.
“Take that god-damn uniform off NOW!”
Much like myself Paula was frozen like a deer in headlights! My father in a rage grabbed the collar of the Trooper shirt and pulled her up to her toes to make her nose to nose with him.
“Now!”
Panicked, Paula grabbed his wrists to pull his hands from the shirt collar and get away.
*pop*
My dad’s eyes narrowed as the top button bounced against his chest. The top of her cleavage was bulging, crammed tight within the stiff shirt.
“You’re ruining my shirt you little whore!”
“No you are, let go an I will take it off!” Paula protested
*pop*
Another button! The top half of her tits were uncovered!
“Jesus Christ!” My father blurted out
I thought it was because of Paula’s huge breasts becoming more exposed, but it wasn’t…
*pop*
My dad’s eyes went wide! The reason the buttons were popping was because the shirt was getting pulled open. It was getting pulled open because he refused to let go of the collar. It wasn’t Paula’s large, half naked breasts that caught him off guard, his eyes were wide because the State Trooper’s powerful arms were yielding to high school girl! Paula’s purple, overstuffed bra was clearly visible as another button popped while she pulled his sizeable arms slowly outwards! I thought at first my dad was tired from his shift but the more I looked on at the surreal scene the more it made sense. My father and Paula were both in identical uniforms. The uniform was tailored perfectly as you would expect from a high ranking Texas Trooper, it was fitted to his large frame but not too tight as to allow easy movement. It of course did not fit so perfectly on my high school girlfriend, the sleeves and pants were too long for her frame but also… too tight. With their arms in the air I could clearly see my dad’s big biceps flex under his sleeves making the fabric snug, but Paula’s sleeves were not snug, Paula’s sleeves were drum tight. You could make out each separate tricep and bicep muscle under the thick fabric as she struggled against my father. I loved how she was strong for a girl, it had never crossed my mind how strong she was compared to a fully grown, brawny man! Her arms were bigger and from the look on my dad’s face they may be stronger as well.
“You BITCH!” he yelled
The beige button up shirt ripped wide open as their arms did the same, the last of the buttons falling to the ground. Paula’s proud, firm tits were on display in her purple laced bra. I didn’t have to wonder long about who may be stronger. My dad’s arms were bent back and he was slowly forced to his knees in front of her! Paula’s demeanor went from distressed to malicious in an instant.
“Do you really want your uniform back Officer Kelly?”
She raised to her toes flexing her massive legs, the already over-stuffed pants didn’t stand a chance and yielded immediately to her majestic, muscular legs. Both inseams audibly tore open from her mid-thigh all the way up to her crotch revealing her purple panties, inches from his stunned face!
“Because this uniform is all torn” Paula sneered
“Let me up!”
“Why?”
“Because fuck you! Let me up!” My dad yelled
Paula tightened her grip on his forearms and pressed his wrists to his shoulders, pinning them to each side of his own collar, his elbows were pointing at her stomach.
“Do you want to get up because I am hurting you?”
“Fuck you cunt!”
Paula’s eyes narrowed. She forced his wrists inwards against the sides of his throat. His face turned red as his corroded artery was getting crushed.
“Do you want me to stop because I am hurting you too much Mr. Kelly?”
His breaths were becoming labored, and his eyes were welling up…
“YES!” He yelled out!
The revealed crotch of my powerful girlfriend’s light purple panties started to darkened literally before his eyes.
“Are you hurt because someone stronger is bullying you?”
“no”
My father barley whispered out, clenching his hands.
*Bam*
*Bam*
Paula started to hit my dad on the sides of his head with his own balled up fists!
“If you’re not getting bullied then why are you hitting yourself?”
My dad’s eyes were glassy as he looked up at her teenage face. He could see Paula’s power, he could see Paula’s dominance as see smirked down on him he could see how much… pleasure it was giving her. The dark purple splotch of her panties grew larger in front of his shamed, tearful eyes.
“Should this mean, mean girl stop picking on you?”
“yes”
“Why should I stop bullying you officer?”
“Because”
“Because it’s not fair I am picking on you?”
“no”
“Why is that Mr. Kelly?”
Paula bit her lower lip in anticipation. The 18 year old’s hips started to sway slightly and her clit was becoming more visible behind the soaked cotton. It was so close to my father’s face it was as if it too was threatening him.
“... BECAUSE YOU’RE STRONGER!!!” He cried out
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#5 Saturday In The Park, I Think it Was the Force of Her Thighs
Present day
We have been married for 17 years now. Paula is still a gym rat, she works out twice a day sometimes, she has even competed at an amateur NPC bodybuilding contest in the physique category. Paula has competed at the bodybuilding level for years and won all of the local county shows so she decided to take it a step further beyond the county fair, and high school gym stages. She dropped to the physique category for the NPC Heart of Texas contest. In case you didn’t know in terms of muscularity it goes; bikini, figure/fitness, physique, and then bodybuilder. She came in 1st in her very first NPC regional physique competition earning her a spot to the national championships, and then possibly from there to the pro-card qualifier. Paula isn’t like those roid chicks you see on TV, her body is tight and powerful where she wants it to be and soft, and curvy where I like it to be. Except for her temperament I couldn't be luckier.
My wife was working out at the park, she likes the attention there even in the cold autumn air she is still wearing just a skin-tight Under Armor shirt and yoga pants. She was doing some hand stands when a ball hit her, knocking her over on the grass.
“What the hell!?” My wife yells out
“Sorry ma’am, it bounced off the slide.” a teenaged boy said as he timidly approached
“You want it back? Well, go get it!”
Paula turned her back to the boy and threw the ball so hard it landed well over the park’s fence and into the Dollar Store parking lot. The boy glared at her for a moment before trotting off to retrieve it. He is pretty tall, almost Paula’s height but she outweighs him by a good 30 lbs of muscle and apparently his momma didn’t raise a fool.
“Ok boomer, don’t you have a spin class or something to go to?” a distant voice yelled out
The group of kids of various ages all laughed.
“Who the fuck said that?” Paula yells
Now all the kids start in the mockery.
“Ok boomer” some girl yells
“Ok Karen” a boy joins in
“I said it, ya old bitch!” another kid yells from a distance
My wife’s face is getting flush with anger as she starts marching towards the crowd of kids. The group parts revealing a girl maybe 5 feet tall in a fall jacket and jeans standing there. She has on oversized librarian glasses and her hair is up I a bun on top her head. Paula cocks back her arm and the girl puts her hands up to shield her face.
“It wasn’t me!” The girl pleas
Paula was bluffing on the punch, she isn’t that crazy, not enough to hit a kid anyways. Instead Paula grabs the girl by the wrists and hauls her up into the air! Paula’s back flares out so wide with muscle the shirt rides up exposing her tight midriff. She looks amazing holding the kid up with sheer shoulder strength. The kid’s standing reach is about 6 1/2 feet, Paula’s on the other hand is nearly 8 feet. The girl hangs a foot and a half above the ground!
“I didn’t even say anything.” The girls says with a surprisingly composed tone for being held in the air.
“That doesn’t matter, YOU don’t matter. This is a just a demonstration for your friends, you’re no more than an object, a prop for the show.” Paula sneers
The girl swings her legs up and tries to wrap them around Paula’s upper torso. Paula just laughs while inflating her sizable chest and spreading her lats wide.
“Looks like you come up a little bit short.” My wife snickers under the strain of holding the girl aloft
Paula was right, the girl’s short legs couldn’t come close to getting around Paula’s upper body. The girl gives up on trying to wrap around and secures her feet on Paula’s hips, knees still pressed against my wife’s billowing lats, just below her armpits.
“Listen here you little brats! Do you all see what I can do to you? From now on you are going to stoo-pphhht!” My wife winces
Paula’s eye go wide as the legs quake against her sides. My wife lets go of the young girl’s wrists and grips the inner thighs of the teen. Despite not being held up by my wife, the girl does not fall, she stays up using the clutch of her jeaned thighs against Paula. My wife leaps forward, slamming the girl to the ground! Both of the ladies roll on the ground, trying to get their breath, neither getting to their feet. Paula reaches out and grabs the teen’s hand to pull her towards her but the girl reacts in kind and now they both lay on the ground with clenched hands in the air as an impromptu arm wrestling match breaks out.
My feisty wife goes for the all out kill and leans in over their fists, the girl’s arm bends further towards the ground. My wife’s arm swells to its full mass. Her arms have always been bigger than mine, but she has added on considerable mass lately, “bulking up in the off-season”. I have seen her arm flexed a thousand times, but this is the first time I am ever shocked by its size. My wife’s masculine arm is huge! It has a bit more baby-fat than usual but there is no denying she has packed on some serious muscle, however that’s not the most unbelievable part. The girl’s arm Paula is fighting against bends against the onslaught but does not immediately fail. The teen’s arm is forced back but slows to stops two thirds of the way down. The teenager buries her face into the grass, hood over her head, she is digging her fingers into the ground trying to get some leverage against my much larger wife. The girl’s tiny hand is completely engulfed in Paula’s. Paula kicks out her long, tree-trunk leg for more leverage, but gains no more ground!
“Break brat!” My wife commands
Paula violently cranks her wrist and raises her elbow from the cold ground using her weight against the teen and it works. The girl’s arm shakily bends back slowly but surely until it is pressed into the mud.
“Well that’s, that” Paula says getting to her feet
My wife stares down the group of kids while the girl remains on the ground, brushes herself off and gives the crowd the double bird as we leave.
#6 Dinner and Dessert
A few weeks have passed since the park incident and we were out enjoying a nice night out. The subject of the girl at the park came up… again. My wife seems to be obsessed with this girl. She even admitted she tried finding her on the internet. I had to stop her and ask why she was so fixated on some girl, Paula has been in probably a dozen fights and won them all including this one. Most of the woman and the couple of guys she beat-up were nothing more than a distant memory, I don’t get this preoccupation. My wife was feeling pretty good from the red wine and finally confessed to me at dinner what it was. Paula went on to explain when the girl pressed her legs against her sides she actually felt her lats compress to the point her ribs began to bend! She admitted she remembered how strong her own legs were and could make ribs bend without her ankles crossed but has been neglecting her inner-thigh workouts. Ever since the day at the park she has been working out her legs non-stop. She was pretty drunk and after dinner she insisted we stop at her Planet Fitness despite our dressed up attire. She dragged me to the thigh press machine to the odd looks of the four patrons there at 11:45pm on a Friday. She hiked up her dress as she sat down at the adductor press.
“This is what I have been working on ever since that brat”
My wife pulls the pin out and drunkenly jabs at the bottom hole, hitting home after her 5th try.
“I hope you are better at finding the hole than me tonight” She slurs with a glassy eyed wink
Before I can come up with a witty retort Paula’s thighs bloat with SHOCKING muscle! The full stack of plates where more than she could bare… or so I thought. She raised her arms and flexed them hard showing off their massive size and the stack of heavy metal began to rise! She throws her head back as her tree-trunk thighs come together! The 210 lbs of iron plates bounds uneasily as her straining adductor muscles flutter. Paula keeps the full stack suspended in the air 5.. 10 … 30 seconds, her entire body trembles with exertion to keep the massive weight aloft until she can no longer hold on. After nearly a full minute her legs finally part letting the plates crash down inside the machine. Paula’s panties are unmistakably darkened, and her nipples are rock hard through the dress.
My wife was so turned on by her own feat, we didn’t even make it out of the nearly empty parking lot. As we walked behind our pickup truck, she grabbed me by my belt buckle, opened the lift-gate and literally lifted me into it by my pants! She opened up my fly, pulled her panties to the side and the next thing I knew I was inside her! She was riding me so hard the truck springs creaked and screamed into the night, I was surprising we didn’t get caught! She squeezed me as she came and I was suddenly all too aware by what she meant by being frightened by the strength of someone’s thighs
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#6 Chicken?
8 months later...
We arrive at my best friend Dale and his wife Tanya’s party as the sun is setting. It looks like most of the party goers (aunt’s, uncles, etc.) had already left. Paula and I just left my niece’s birthday party, it’s why we are arriving at 8:30 pm. It is perfect timing as far as I’m concerned, almost everyone still here at the party is a good time and I am ready to get my drink on. After picking at some leftovers we head to the backyard, most of our friends are hanging out around the patio, there are still a few people splashing around in the pool across the large yard. The coolers are now pulled up to the tables where several empty cans sit on top of. Paula and I start hitting the refreshments pretty hard to catch up to our friends level, I know we are a bit too old (around the wrong side of 40) for that sort of thing but “when in Rome”. It is a hot and sticky August night. After about two hours of putting the beers away, or White Claws in Paula’s case Dale looks up at me glassy eyed and says:
“Fuck this heat, I’m hopping in the pool”
The five of us just looked at each and we all knew it was a good idea. Everyone is still in their bathing suits from earlier. Thankfully Paula and I thew our bathing suits in the truck, just in case. I could have borrowed a suit from Dale, but no woman here compares to Paula’s proportions. Don’t get me wrong the other two women are both attractive. Both ladies keep in good shape and are similar in body types, maybe about 5’3” and 115 lbs at most. My wife on the other hand is 5’10” and currently “bulking up”, she is definitely what the kids call “thicc”, but my god has she bulked up in all the right places, I can get used to off-season Paula. I have not seen her new bikini, and as she steps out of the bathroom I am seriously considering shoving her right back in for a quickie. She looks perfectly hour-glassed, if I had to describe her I would say Mia Sand, but with better arms. Paula’s thick legs bottle up to her narrow, flat waist. My wife’s arms and traps are thick and powerful while still somehow looking feminine, but her best assets by far and away are her DD breasts that sit high and mighty upon her chest! Paula said she has gained 12 lbs since starting her bulk regiment and I swear 6 of those lbs went to her boobs. She went from a large C to DDs! The main reason she had to get a new bikini is because she needed extra support to contain those monsters. The foam formed red bikini cups are packed full.
As are about to walk out to the backyard Mary Beth steps in the door.
“You guys have to get in there, we are playing chicken! I lost a contact lens and need to take the other one out, but I’ll be back in right after. It’s okay Vi has taken my place.”
I had almost forgot someone was still in the pool from before. Apparently the mystery swimmer is named Vi. Paula and I look at each other and she get a devilish grin on her face.
“Oh no Paula, you are going up first, then we’ll see after that.” I say
“You mean you’ll see yourself getting on my shoulders after that big boy.”
My wife gives a playful shrug as we hurry towards the pool. We waste no time and jump right in. I duck down between my wife’s legs and hoist her up on my shoulders. Right away Paula gets to work, it took all of 10 seconds before Tonya was knocked off of Dale’s shoulders into the water. The whole pool was getting into the action and everyone was climbing on shoulders and chicken fighting. Paula being Paula is muscling all challengers into the drink, my wife is a competitor through and through.
*BAM!*
Paula must have lost her balance and kicked me the face on the way down, I got a heel to the bridge of my nose! I am knocked backwards into the water, I see stars and my eyes instantly water. My nose is bleeding and hurts like hell but I don’t think it’s broken. After about a minute of trying to regain my scenes I feel a shove and although I can’t see, I can tell it’s Paula in a cursing in a rage. I can make out her silhouette marching toward someone. Others are closing in between my wife and her soon to be victim. Everyone that knows Paula as more than a casual acquaintance knows of her temper and she is HOT right now, looking to fight somebody. The voices of reason are trying to defuse whatever is going on and I need to make my way up there to try to deescalate this as well. I can hear everyone pleading with my wife:
“Don’t do it Paula, it was just a game.”
“Everyone settle down, there is no fighting here.”
“Come on, it’s a party, we are all just having fun.”
“What are you going to do Paula, hit her? You know you can’t do that, the cops would be knocking on your door in a minute and social media will eat you alive!”
Apparently that got my raging wife to stop in her tracks as the crowd of friends closed in around her. I am relieved she stopped and I hang back as the group settles Paula down while I tend to my bleeding nose. As I reach for the napkins I ask Tonya who she was so heated at and she points to a short woman, shorter than Mary Beth, so it must be what’s-her-name, damn my head hurts. The chick is thankfully walking away from the situation, draped in a beach towel over her shoulders, another around her waist. The towels looks like a cloak over her small frame. That woman has no idea how lucky she is, Paula would have murdered her. Then again, Paula is just as lucky; whoever said Facebook would eat her alive was onto something. A 5’10” muscle bound amazon beating on a woman no taller than my niece would not look too good on social media and in this day and age everyone is just waiting for the next “Karen” video.
The woman walked to a near by picnic table, took a seat and and said something that I couldn’t quite make out but whatever it was sent Paula into a rage all over again! I quickly make my way over, but Paula beats me there. Instead of go to town, beating the hell out of the chick, she just sat across from the tiny woman. I quickly sit down next to Paula to try to mediate and I finally see the person draped in an oversized towel. To my utter shock, this is not a woman that has riled up Paula… Sitting across from me is a freaking girl! The teen places her elbow on the table and raises her hand waiting, challenging my wife. The teen just sits there arm raised obnoxiously chewing a large wad of bubble occasionally blowing big pink bubbles. My wife leans across the table to meet her hand, and places her free hand firmly on my leg as if to say “stay out of it”. Paula’s right bicep rises and glistens under the harsh garage spot lights, droplets from the pool cascade down her stellar arm. The teen pulls slightly on the much larger hand and the 42 year old’s bicep swells ever further, ready for battle. The size difference is comical; Paula stands a good 10 inches taller, her large hand encompasses the teen’s, not to mention her forearm is longer by at least 4 inches.
“Do you remember me? I have been thinking about you for 8 months.” The girl says
It’s not just any girl… it is her, the girl from the park! It is almost adorable the way she is doing her best to make her voice seem intimidating. My wife was not as amused… Without warning or a count down Paula wrenches their hands and takes the teen a third of the way down! The sudden violent jerk causes the towel to fall off of the girl’s shoulders to the concrete patio floor. I, along with everyone else gasps at the dramatic reveal… The teen’s straining arm, it is freaking jacked! I cannot believe this girl is so swol! The teen’s outstretched arm is rigid, full of hard, angular muscle from her pronounced shoulder cap to her tiny wrist. I am squeamish with the unsettling realization that this girl’s arm is as thick as mine, but mine has a small layer of blubber. Hell, the girl’s arm is only an inch or so smaller than Paula’s! I am gob-stopped and I’m not the only one, Paula grips my thigh hard. This girl my wife confronted in the park has been apparently pumping iron like a prison inmate hell bent on revenge ever since. I really need to get back to the gym. It is disgraceful that I am jealous of a freaking girl’s arms! None the less, the girl’s short arm is stretched outward, the thick root of her bicep looks like it is tearing from her the crook of her arm. Paula’s far longer, more powerful arm is threatening to break the teen’s in two. The girl’s neck bulges, I cannot believe` the muscle definition coming to life in front of me! Despite losing this contest she is almost as strong as a woman at least 25 years her senior, and an amateur physique bodybuilder at that! I am scared of what she will be in a couple of years.
“Jeez, she is stronger than me and will be stronger than Paula before she can even vote” Dale says as if plucking the thought right out of my brain
This goes over as exactly as you would think with Paula. Her black eyes narrow at the statement and she goes for the kill. My wife leans hard into me and throws her entire body down onto the outstretched arm, really trying to break the girl! The teen winces in desperation and pain, her young arm is a couple of inches from defeat. The girl’s arm is pulled all the way across the table, their elbows are well on our side. She cannot overcome Paula’s strength AND weight to upright her arm! Paula is always looking for any advantage and she finds one. My wife grabs the crossbar under the table, her muscular left arm bulges as she gets a firm grip so she can finally end this battle that has already lasted far longer than I know she believes this contest should have. Paula lets out a roar and pulls with both powerful arms at once, the teen stood no chance, her strained arm cannot resist my wife’s might any longer and fails, thumping against the table.
“Yes bitch! You lost Violet!” Paula yells in victory!
Paula knows her name?
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#7 (See Story Title)
The girl, I mean “Violet” doesn’t say a word, her head is held low, wet hair covering her face. Paula goes to get up and the teen just brings her left elbow to the table.
“Your funeral little girly” Paula sneers
“No cheating this time Mrs. Kelly” The teen says
She knows Paula’s name?
“1..2…3… go!”
This time they both start together, both women close their eyes tight and bow their heads in concentration.
“This is what you’re up against!” Paula declares as she flexes her powerful right arm in the air!
“Jesus!”
“Holy shit, look at that thing!”
“That is fucking insane!”
Paula doesn’t flex often, my friend’s are clearly quite impressed that a 42 year old can have such a body. Looking at her flexed arm I can’t help but be enamored myself. Paula’s arms have always been muscular, her upper arms are bulky with elongated, thick biceps. She has the strongest arms of any woman in her gym, her biceps are broad and solid, they are really something to see fully flexed like this and she is loving the flattery from her peers. My amazon beams with pride at the awed adulation from our friends. I can’t tear my eyes away from her magnificent arm, and neither can Paula, she starts to flex it up and down for her audience.
“Oh WOW Mrs Kelly” Violet says in a tone that makes Paula lose her smile and peer right at the bratty teen
Violet is mocking Paula by mirroring her pose but instead blows a big bubble of gum in front of her arm mimicking an inflating bicep.
*pop*
The pink, popped wad of gum deflates to the girls chin. They aren’t Paula’s audience, and those weren’t HER compliments. During Violet’s first battle her outstretched arm was as big as mine and a bit smaller than Paula’s, but that was her outstretched arm. The teen is mirroring Paula’s flex and this is the only similarity they share.
“For eight months since we met I have curled, and curled, and curled weights, adding a half a pound every day just for you Mrs. Kelly.” Violet sneers
A quick math calculation says even if she started only able to curl a 20 pound straight bar with both arms at first, that would still be 140 lbs if she was telling the truth and by the looks of her biceps I have no reason to doubt it! But the truth is, I remember her at the park and I know she didn’t start at 20 lbs. The light from the garage spot light glares off the teen’s wet, bulging arm. Droplets from the pool shimmer against her goose-bumped skin drawing everyone’s attention to it like moths to shining light. The shadow of the impossibly prominent muscle casts a large shadow across the table and beyond. The towering mound eclipses her my proud wife’s arm both figuratively and literally! Paula’s bicep is the size and shape of her White Claw, long and tubular but Violet’s… Violet’s looks more like the bocce ball on the grass next to us. Her bicep rises like the sun over the horizon, a billowing ball of muscle! The contracting bicep is a monument to what an adult man could achieve if they dedicated their life to gym. The sight is made especially odd for a girl her size. Violet is clearly very athletic, but also slender. She doesn’t have a single ounce of fat anywhere on her, just slim, lean muscle. Her arms relaxed look like they could belong to a gymnast, but now flexed it could rival a female bodybuilder’s, MY female bodybuilder! Paula’s eyes are no longer peering, they are wide open as her bulky arm starts to bend back! Paula is larger than life; built so tall, so sturdy, so broad her mere presence is a display of power. Yet her arm is getting bent backwards by a small, skinny girl!
My wife grabs the edge of the table.
“No cheating Mrs. Kelly. Your muscles against my muscles.” Violet says in a cold, flat tone
Paula ignores her and grabs the edge for leverage anyways. Violet does not grab the table’s edge, she instead places her palm flat on top. Paula stops Violet’s momentum and slowly begins to bring them back to the start point.
“I wanted to show you my arms are stronger than your arms Mrs. Kelly, this is not arm to arm if you grab the table.” Violet stains
“You want a test of arms? How about this you little bitch!” Paula yells out
My wife plants her flip-flops and rears back with tremendous might, her body explodes in an all out surge of strength that reminds everyone just how imposing her physique really is! The teen yields to my amazon queen as she gets stretched across the table, the wood digging into her chest. My wife’s full body onslaught is breaking the girl! This is no longer a proper arm wrestling contest. This isn’t elbow to elbow left to right. This is more like tug-o-war to pull Violet across the table to pin her arm down.
“This is a better test of arms Mrs. Kelly” Violet says with even more strain
Violet’s body is taking on a titanic force, her entire arm is spasming against it’s burden, seeming to swell greater with every involuntary flex as she tries to will her freakishly huge bicep to overcome my wife’s attack. I am the only one that can see Paula’s gigantic thighs flex beneath the table as her flip-flops begin to slide centimeter by centimeter. Violet’s chest is trembling against the table top from strain, the teen lowers her hand below the table line, she must be at a point that she needs to finally grip the bench. Violet looks down at the bench seat where she is gripping, in determined concentration. The teen’s grip beneath the table anchored her enough to…
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This is amazing!
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Thanks!
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#8 Foiled
A bright light illuminates the girl’s face from below as if she is about to tell a spooky campfire story. Violet’s right arm re-emerges with her phone in hand. She never gripped the bench, she was looking at her freaking cell phone! She overcame my wife’s effort with a single arm as she brings the screen to her face.
“Hey everybody, I just wanted to show you what you can accomplish if you work everyday to achieve your goals. This goal is eight months in the making.” Violet says to her phone screen.
The teen stretches her short arm out as far as she can, turning the screen and camera to the table in order to get herself, my wife, and myself in frame.
“This is going to make a great snap story for my fellow Martyr Knights” Violet says with a devilish grin
She’s in a gang of some sorts?
The sheer shock at the flagrant disrespect caught my wife so off guard Violet was able to take full advantage and pull their arms back to center. My wife pulls like a raging bull infuriated by the brash teen. Paula grips the table harder and lets out a warriors cry contracting with all of her power! My bodybuilder is pouring sweat from every pore, pulling like a woman possessed and she succeeds! Pulling from both directions Paula’s arms start to come together pulling Violet’s across the table again. As her arms get closer, my wife’s boobs press together between them making the cups look so full they are about to burst! Damn they look good.
“Mrs Kelly, you’re getting weaker by the minute.” Violet taunts
The little brat is right, all of Paula’s 42 years are getting to her, they are nearly 10 minutes in since they both sat down, her stamina and strength are draining. My wife’s giant DD chest is heaving, her nipples are poking hard through her supportive bikini top. I know this is not the time, but god they look amazing.
“Caught you peeking Mr. Kelly”
I look up and see the screen pointed at my face.
“Even during this you are checking out your wife’s boobies” Violet laughs
“At least I have tits! Put down the phone you bitch!” Paula says through clenched teeth
“Mrs. Kelly stop calling me names, or I will be mean back.” Violet says with a faux scolding tone
“Mean? Mean! I will show you fucking mean you little millennial shit!”
“Millennials are in their 30s now, Mrs. Kelly, I am technically Gen Z. I know because you are older you are getting tired and frustrated but it is no reason to be so angry.”
Despite losing, Violet is still cool under the tremendous pressure.
“This is for you Mr. Kelly”
The teen focuses the camera on Paula’s magnificent bulging tits. Not having children has kept them perfect, they are so large and proud just like her.
“And this is for my Martyrs”
Violet’s arm flexes so hard, and so violently I flinch! The teen’s bicep surges, the thick root threatens to pull the muscle right off the bone. All of Paula’s rage, all of her power means nothing at this moment. I look at their warring arms and their difference is jarring. My wife’s long, tubular bicep is pronounced but not overly defined in her off-season state. Violet’s on the other hand is hard and angular with a split in the middle of it. If you were just looking at their arms you would think the teen’s were the bodybuilder’s. The thick root of Violet’s bicep connecting it to the elbow is so pronounced it alone would be enough to give Paula’s arms a run for their money!
“And this is for me!” Violet yells
Paula lets out a strained gasp as her arms start to spread! My gorgeous wife’s thick pecs tremble as the tight cease between them widens. Horizontal grooves become more and more evident as my wife’s pecs strain. Paula’s fat tits are actually flattening against her chest as her pectorals widen! My heart sinks as I watch the bulge of my wife’s trembling pecs fade against her sternum on the teen’s screen. I and everyone else can clearly see Paula’s thick, rubbery nipple, hers chest is stretched so flat her breast has recessed from the formed DD cup of her bikini top.
“Are you an optimist or a pessimist Mrs Kelly? Is your cup half empty, or half full?” Violet giggles
The brat props the phone against a citronella candle and removes the tinfoil off the bowl of balled melon fruit salad on the table. The little teen terror grabs a watermelon ball, aims and tosses it into Paula’s open bikini top! My wife explodes with rage trying to rip her hand away from the evil bitch making the ball of fruit roll around the bottom of her half empty cup but Violet has too good of a grip!
“Holy shit!” Tanya exclaims in enthralled shock
“I will kill you, you psychotic little cunt!” Paula screams!
“No need for such foul language, it is obvious why this is happening. Here let me show you” Violet says with a smug grin
The teen picks up the aluminum foil from the fruit bowl.
“Like you said, you have been working out since before I was alive and you have some real muscle to show for it.”
Violet the wraps the square of foil over my wife’s shaking bicep, squeezing it tight! Paula struggles but cannot do anything while engaged in this battle. The teen takes the foil off with care and examines the dome of metal before showing it to the crowd of adults and then to her camera as if she is about to do a magic trick with it.
“Look, it’s a perfect cast of your big ol’ bicep. Look how big it is from all those years of pumping iron. Now let’s see what mine looks like.”
The teen then places the tinfoil dome on her billowing bicep.
“It’s like a little hat!” Violet cackles out
The arrogant teen is right... The cast of my wife’s bicep sits on top of the teen’s like a little hat. Seeing it compared like this I am crestfallen to realize my hellcat wife’s bicep isn’t HALF the muscle of this little girl’s! Paula has far more overall muscle mass, but the teen has managed to pack more muscle into her arms than Paula has over her entire lifetime. I watch the fluttering tin foil on the girl’s throbbing bicep and I feel my eyes well up a bit at the humbling sight. The foil “hat” that is the empty mold of my wife’s powerful upper arm barley covers the top third of Violet’s!
Our friends are murmuring with soft whispers of “taken down a peg” and “humiliated”. I pray Paula can’t hear them, but I know it was unanswered. Paula looks devastated by the demonstration, she has working out for 3 decades and the visualization is bringing tears and rage to her eyes.
“Turn that fucking camera off!” Paula scowls
“If you win, I’ll delete the video, and I tell you what… I’ll even let you use BOTH hands.” Violet replies coyly
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Really have enjoyed the last couple of chapters, just because of how big and strong Violet has gotten over the past 8 months that she is able to control the much taller, heavier, overall more massive Paula, humiliating her by overpowering her while recording the whole thing, and then proclaiming at the end that Paula can use both hands, I have always been a fan of seeing that in stories, the ultimate humiliation of someone who can't win even while cheating to do it. I really am looking forward to the next chapter! k+!
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Praise from Cesar, thanks Jeremy!
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By the way, I just noticed how goofy the chart in the first chapter looks on mobile, sorry about that guys.
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#9 The Snap That Caused a Snap, That Caused The Snap
My wife in an act of wild rage lets go of the table and violently thrusts backwards. The teen’s chest slams against the table top hard, knocking some of wind out of Violet’s lungs in a labored wheeze. Like before Paula has abandoned the traditional arm-wrestling contest and again turned it into a tug-o-war. My wife’s powerful glutes are clenched hard, her back flares wide, and her neck bulges! Paula’s lets out a cacophony of thunderous masculine grunts and howls as she wills herself to tear the arm off of the little brat! Violet’s winces as her arm is getting pulled apart, Paula almost has the teen all the way down, with a few inches left to go! Violet presses her free hand against the table top stopping the progress just 6 inches away from defeat. 5 inches, 4, inches, 3 inches, 2! Violet whimpers in pain, and the table creaks as Paula leans further back using her considerable weight to pull down on the outstretch arm. My amazon wife pulls back so hard her ass hangs off the back of the bench seat!
10… 20… 30 seconds goes by without any movement. Several blue veins emerge on Violet’s arms from her shoulder to her wrist as it struggles under the immense strain. Paula labors with every ounce of power her mighty body has to give to move the teenager’s hand a mere two inches. 30 seconds have passed, this freak kid has proven her point but I now fear her arm will snap! Paula’s ass lifts completely off the bench, her legs explode in a monstrous flex planting her feet as best she can but her sandals begin to slide…
*snap*
The thong of my wife’s flip-flop gives way! Paula’s left leg darts forward, slipping on the patio causing her to grab onto their clenched left hands with her right and yank herself up in order not to fall onto the concrete! She pulled so hard in her panic she flung her huge body forward and upright… Paula is now leaning forward over the table, using TWO hands, her ample ass is completely off the bench as she is nearly standing upright. Just about her entire body weight is being supported by the sheer might of a teenage girl’s single arm! The entire crowd is stunned into silence in absolute awe! The only sound filling the night air is of my wife’s desperate, awkward grunts. Her eyes are closed tight engrossed in concentration oblivious to the awesome display of strength the teen is displaying against her.
“That’s good Mrs. Kelly… use two hands… like… I… told…you” Violet can barley get out the words under tremendous strain
Moments ago my brawny wife was the most powerful woman I have ever known. The pitiful sight of my proud, powerful wife is devastating. Her eyes are closed tight, her face is crimson, and she is cover in perspiration as she desperately grunts and whimpers trying to force down the teen’s arm. My completely spent she-hulk was is using TWO hands and she is still not enough woman to stop the little girl from making her look pitiful. My wife bunches her huge shoulders and bulging traps trying to force herself even harder upon the teen’s arm, she presses down so hard her toes leave the ground like a gymnast perched on a crossbeam!
“Are you seeing this?” Violet wheezes to the camera barley able to get the words out through clenched teeth
A tear escapes my wide eyes as I look at her in such a pathetic state. My muscle bound wife is no longer the intimidating force anymore she was just minutes ago. Paula’s is drenched in sweat, her broken sandal hangs from her toe, her large breasts are bulging out of her bikini and she is trembling like a baby bird perched upon the girl’s fist. The crisscrossed veins on top of Violet’s bicep literally throb from the tremendous strain but her wrist remains an inch from the table.
A pink droplet splashes onto Violet’s forearm, and then another. Violet opens her eyes and looks up at my shaking bodybuilder wife. The watermelon ball inside Paula’s bikini is getting juiced by her trembling breast with every desperate, labored breath. Violet’s eyes light up at the sight of my complete and utterly dominated wife, and grins. Through incredible strain she repeats what Paula said to her on that playground months ago.
“What was it you said to me in the park? I believe it was: You don’t matter. This is just a demonstration for your friends. You’re no more than an object, a prop in a spectacle of sheer power.”
The teen trows her chest to the sky and lets out such a hellish guttural outcry that makes me flinch! In a startling display of terrifying strength the child heaves my worn-out wife completely across the table! Paula’s ass is in the air, knees on the bench stretched out across the top with her face buried in Violet’s chest! My anguished wife pulls back but the teen grabs the back of her head with her right hand and forcefully presses her deeper into her breastless bosom!
“Violet stop!” someone yells
The teen whips her head around and coldly surveys the group as if to warn the adults not to intervene. I have to do something, I rise from the bench seat and Violet’s attention turns to me. The terrifying teen stares dead into my eyes and billows her chest muscles enough to flank my wife’s nose and mouth. Paula reaches up and presses hard against the chest of the teen with her free right arm while using her powerful legs against the other side of the table to pull free. Violet’s arm swells as she holds Paula tightly trapped with her tiny hand on the back of her head. I grab Paula by the hips and pull back on her causing my wife to let out muffled screams! Violet’s eyes narrow, peering into my very soul.
“Let go Mr. Kelly”
I can’t let her destroy my wife like this! I pull harder against her my lover’s wide hips. Paula presses against Violet’s right pec so hard her horseshoe tricep looks like is is about to burst through her skin! My physique competitor’s shaking arm presses her face far enough from the teen’s sternum to get some much needed air. Paula screams out in fear as she fights off the hydraulic like arm forcing her back into the monster’s chest. Paula manages to rip her other hand free and clutches Violet’s other pec and presses against the teen with all the strength she has left! Violet doesn’t even react to Paula’s second hand against her chest nor breaks eye contact with me. My wife starts to finally force herself away from the devil, with both our efforts my Paula’s face is a good 6 inches away now. The teen still doesn’t use her left arm, she just tightens the grip of hair on the back of Paula’s head.
“Do you rally want to fight me? I still have one free hand Mr. Kelly”
Violet raises her left, victorious arm and slowly curls her fist to the night sky. I stare in disbelief at the shimmering ball of muscle bulging before me. I stop pulling. I am physically unable to move, shaken to my very core by its mere existence. The horrific muscle’s throbbing mass is so huge and veiny it is almost vulgar. The girl’s arm just went through the most grueling workout anyone has ever performed and finished it off with an adrenaline fueled 150 pound curl. My stomach lurches as I am overcome with panic-stricken nausea. I can feel myself going pale, I stop breathing all together as she stares me down. I do not move my hands, no longer in defiance but because I am paralyzed with carnal fear. The teen slowly tuns her wrist. The flexed bicep turns from a colossal peak into a hell-scaped mountain of pale skin turning in a crimson abomination! The split, throbbing peak is so tensed it quakes and turns red. A juvenile’s arms have no right to be that size, no right to be that powerful, no right to strike this much terror in a grown man!
I have never been so afraid of another human in my life, this teen is more demon than girl. I am forced to choke back the bile of fear coming up my throat. This girl has domineered me into a quivering mess without a single touch. I take my trembling hands off of Paula’s hips. Violet smiles wickedly at my obedience. She kisses her heinous bicep and slowly lets her tongue trace along the peak and up her forearm licking the melon juice from her swollen appendage. The evil teen opens her mouth and lets a long string of spittle roll off the tip of her tongue between the jagged gap of her pectoral muscles.
“That was really good watermelon, you should try it Mrs. Kelly.”
Paula uses her powerful hands to crush Violet’s pecs, the teen gasps as my wife’s fingers dig in to the thick pads of muscle. The school girl’s eyes narrow, the arm holding my wife’s head explodes. The awful teen is bullying my wife towards the shimmering cavern of her chest 6 inches from Paula’s face.
“Oh my god!” Paula screams!
My wife can bench press 190 lbs but she is struggling against the unholy might of just one of Violet’s arms. My poor wife’s legs are trembling before me, she is fighting so desperately against the unforgiving strength of the little girl. 30 seconds has passed, maybe more. The air is dead quite, just the sound of two women grunting and straining in the night. My bodybuilding wife’s bulging shoulders, traps and triceps start to quake. Every muscle on Paula’s huge, muscular body bulges with terror fueled adrenalin. The teen looks down at the large hands crushing her pecs. Violet flexes her chest powering out of Paula’s tight clench, forcing my wife’s powerful hands to expand with the bulging muscles. The girl bite her lower lip and squeals… Unbelievably my wife’s powerful arms are starting to bend at the elbow overpowered by the sheer might of the teen’s single titanic arm! Her body is ab
*SNAP!*
Violet jumps back, as if jolted out a trance and lets go. My wife’s head falls to the table, screaming bloody murder clutching her left elbow! My dread overtakes me, I can’t hold it back anymore and I vomit beer onto patio floor…
We left the party and drove to the emergency room in silence. While we sat there in the middle of the night waiting to see a doctor I had to ask what started it all in the pool. My amazon warrior broke down crying, holding her dilapidated left arm tightly to her side.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of Paula, she is clearly a hooligan gang-banger on drugs.” I try to comfort my distraught wife.
“She’s not any of those things Adam! What the hell would make you think that?”
“She called herself a Night Martyr or something like that.”
“You idiot, she is from Holy Martyrs… The Catholic School! They are called the Knights!”
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Well, thanks for the praise yourself, really, if I ever was an inspiration for any writer of this genre, then it makes it all worth it. But really, I can't say enough about your own writing, because it has been really great reading these last couple of chapters have been a great pleasure. I love how powerful Violet seems to be, it's not like she is truly superhuman, I don't think she can lift a car over her head, just yet, but she was able to grow a body powerful enough to overpower a much taller, heavier, very strong, muscular older woman and do it with one very big, very ripped arm. That is the kind of power that I like the most, I think, the more personal kind, because I figure that is the kind of power that she would show off for me if I was her boyfriend/girlfriend (whatever way she swings, I don't judge) I love lifting in stories, and there wasn't a lot in this one, but maybe there is still a chance for Violet to show off in that way too, can she lift Mr. and Mrs. Kelly at the same time? Quite possible. I hope there's more so I can find out! k+!
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well since you asked, here's a bit of lifting ;)
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#10 Brew and View
2 weeks later
I walk into our bar to have a couple drinks with Dale, it’s the first time I have seen anyone from that night. He and I have known each other since grade school, and have been best friends for over a decade, there is nothing we don’t know about one another. Before I can even sit down he is all over the incident…
Dale: Dude that chick you told me about in the park is Mandy’s kid!? She left the party early before you got there, but Violet asked to stay since she was enjoying the pool all to herself. I know she is like an all star athlete at her school, but that was crazy! I cannot believe she embarrassed Paula like that at my house! That chick should try out for football next year!
Me: That’s just it, she DID embarrass Paula, like bad. She has definitely been taken down a peg and between me and you… it’s not the worst thing. She is lot quieter and hasn’t given me shit for being stronger than me since then.
Dale: That’s good, she has been getting more aggressive for some time now, it was getting obnoxious.
Me: No shit. As a matter of fact, I have actually been going to the gym for the last two weeks. I am hoping to somewhat catch up to her before she can work out again.
Dale: Oh that’s right, how is her arm?
Me: It’s pretty bad, the doctor told her she needs the cast for another month and even after she can’t lift anything heavy for awhile.
Dale: Damn
Me: Yeah, I figure I have about three months to hustle and get back at it. I even have some testosterone coming from the For Guys website along with some little blue pills too.
Dale: You need those?
Me: Which one?
Dale: Both
Me: No not really, but I want the quick fix to catch up to her. As far as the Viagra is concerned, between working out and Paula suddenly being much more submissive it has made me horny as hell.
Dale: Submissive? Paula?
Me: I know right!? I know it’s kind messed up but ever since the wind was taken out of her sails I have been the man again and I have been definitely been taking full advantage. Dude, the other day in bed I slapped her in the face with my dick and she just took it in her mouth! It’s been crazy! It sounds worse when I say it out loud, but she was kind of into it, or at least is acting like it.
Dale: You better be careful, you might break her jaw with that thing. Shit, if I did that Tonya would murder me.
Me: If this was 2 weeks ago, she would have ripped my dick off.
Dale: I looked at the security cam footage the next day to see what set Paula off in the first place.
Me: Yeah, she said Violet was trying to cheat at the game of chicken in our pool.
Dale: Yeah, but do you know how she was “cheating”?
Me: Please stop using air quotes…
Dale: Dude, Violet was on Ryan’s 6’4” shoulders and that little she-beast lifted your wife up by the armpits from your shoulders! Paula accidentally kicked you in the face when she was lifted and you went down, but Violet held her nose to nose in the air for like 5 seconds before throwing her into the water like a kid!
Me: Holy shit!
Dale: After you guys left, Tonya wouldn’t leave her alone. I think my wife wants to leave me for a school girl!
Me: Ha!
Dale: Tonya was all over her, asking Violet to flex and do all sorts of strength displays. Dude, that girl actually lifted one of the untapped kegs over her head! Then she went to the diving board where Tonya and Mary Beth each grabbed an arm each from the water and the little freak lifted them both out of the pool at the same time! I’m not kidding, they were hanging onto the girl’s arms for dear life and their asses were both above the water!
Me: Bullshit!
Dale: Bro, seriously, I have the video!
Dale pulls out his phone and after a quick search hits play and stuffs it in my hands. The security camera footage is in a high quality HD, but everything is in a green hue from the night vision. Violet is standing on the diving board, just over the in-ground pool’s ledge still at the base, two feet above the water. Tanya and Mary Beth lower themselves into the pool on opposite sides of the board. Violet squats down extending her arms as low as she can allowing both women to grab the teen’s fists with both hands. Violet curls her wrists giving the women a better grip. The girl then stands erect, straightening her posture easily pulling the women up with her to hip level. Both ladies squeal with delight as they are lifted from the water to their waists.
“Ready… Get set… Go!” Violet shouts
The girl slowly curls her arms and both women begin to rise up! The adolescent turns her face and chest to the night sky, her eyes glow like a demon’s as they connect with the camera high above. She screams out and the lithe bodies of the middle aged women rise even more! Violet’s biceps as astounding, they look like softballs stuffed under her skin as she heaves them in an incredible display of strength. The girl’s neck bulges and teeth bare as she manages to lift them up to her chest, curling around 115 lbs in each arm! Paula never stood a chance in an arm to arm contest, we both need to step up our game…
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#11 Salty
It has been almost 2 months now since the incident. Paula is getting her cast off today. While her arms have shrunk, mine have grown. The mail-order testosterone is no joke, I haven’t felt this strong since my twenties. Paula wants to go to the grocery store this afternoon to make a big Sunday meal tomorrow. We get the usual; dog food, paper towels, and a ton of stuff for smoothies now that she is about to start the gym again. That last thing we need is a bag of salt for our water softener before we head out. As I reach down I am stopped by a hand pressed against my oversized “Don’t Mess With Texas” belt buckle. Agitated, I look up to see who is about to get punched in the mouth and I freeze…it’s her! Our teen tormentor in the flesh, she is wearing a tan vest over a red checkered flannel and khakis, the store’s uniform. Paula immediately stiffens up, but otherwise does not react.
“Hello Mr. Kelly, let me get that for you.” she says sweetly
Violet lifts the 25 pound bag with one hand like it’s a gallon of milk.
“Do you want this one or the big one?” she asks
Violet drops the bag and stands the 50 pound on the pallet by its handle. She squares her stance; straightening her back and shoulders. The upright bag nearly comes to her hip. Standing board straight Violet lifts the bag up to her chest using only her arm, despite being hidden under the long-sleeve shirt I am more than aware of what it looks like beneath. The teen does not let the strain from lifting 50 lbs of weight with one arm show, the only sign is her neck slightly flaring.
“No, it’s okay Violet, I can get my own.” I say as confidently as I can muster
I place my hand on top of the bag, next to her hand politely denying her offer.
“It is no problem at all Mr Kelly, it’s my job to help our customers.”
Violet lifts the bag higher towards my cart as I push down on the bag refusing her.
“No thank you” I say a bit more assertively
I press the bag away from my cart and back towards the pallet. The bag’s bottom seam brushes against the wood, but doesn’t settle…
“I insist Mr. Kelly, it is my job.”
The bag rises against my resistance. I try to continue my refusal as nonchalant as possible, but as I increase the resistance against the bag, she is increasing the resistance against me. My smart watch is vibrating, warning me of my sudden drastic high heart rate spike. I smile trying to act as casual as I can, thank god for my hoodie hiding my shaking arm.
“Really Mr. Kelly, because this is NO problem at all.” She says pointedly.
My arm yields! She overpowers me despite her 50 pound handicap! That bag has to have her screaming on the inside, but she is holding it up while not letting go of my belt with her other hand. Violet places the bag into the cart with some effort to lift it high enough. I was relieved when she released my belt buckle, but it was to approach Paula.
“I am soooo sorry Mrs. Kelly, we were in a really heated competition and things got carried away, I never meant to injure you. I hope you get better soon, it would be terrible to have this on all summer and not be able to swim.” The teen says while grabbing the cast by the forearm to look at the flower my niece drew on it.
Violet examines the cast closely while Paula stands there stiff as a board. I am surprised and relieved by the somewhat courteous words, maybe we can let this all go and get on with our lives. I look at Paula’s face to get a read on her reaction. She looks anything but relieved, she inhales deeply, widening her broad shoulders, and straightening her posture. Despite towering over the teen by about 10 inches Paula is the one that looks uncomfortable in such close proximity.
“Oh I’m sorry, you probably want the bag better sorted in your cart.”
Violet lets go of the cast, turning her attention back to our grocery cart. She manages to grab the top of both the 50 lbs salt and 24 lbs dog food bag in one tiny hand and lifts them both! While holding the two heavy bags in one hand she is sorting items with her free hand rearranging them. She grabs bags of fruit and vegetables from the bottom and place them in the seat of the cart.
“I heard you are kind of like a bodybuilder Mrs. Kelly, I hope your arm heals quickly so you can try to compete against other women again… Oh, I’m sorry I almost crushed your little kiwis with these big naval oranges.” Violet says holding up one of the oranges, examining it.
Violet casually holds the orange next to the upper arm she is using to lift the bag of salt from the cart. The sleeve stretches the thick fabric before our eyes. I breath in sharply as I notice the outline of her bicep under the tightening flannel is actually bigger than the large orange!
“There, all better and again Mrs Kelly, I am really sorry about your arm, it shouldn’t happen again.” Violet says placing the orange back into the rearranged cart before promptly walking off disappearing into another isle.
Well that went better than I thought. I turn to my wife but she looks like she has seen a ghost! She is pale and perspiring.
“Are you okay Paula?” I ask
“I’m going to go wait in the car.” she whispers
“Seriously? We are about to check out.”
“I am going to the car!” Paula snaps as she heads toward the exit.
After I paid and loaded up the car we drove to the doctor’s in silence. Violet was actually pleasant, but she is still clearly in Paula’s head. Fortunately, we were ushered in shortly after we arrived at the doctor’s office. The doctor sat down and looked at Paula’s arm puzzled.
“My dear, what the heck did you do to your cast?” The elderly doctor asks
“It broke, I accidentally crushed it in the door, it just happened today.” Paula said flatly
Seriously? She never said a word about it.
“Well that’s a first, it must have been one heck of a door.” The doctor sighed
“It was a gun safe door” Paula replied
Why the hell was she in the gun safe this morning? This whole day has been so bizarre.
“Well that would do it.” The doctor shakes his head
The cast was cut off in less than a minute. Sure as shit, she crushed it pretty good in the safe, and there is a purple and yellow bruise on her tricep.
We were in and out of there in less than ten minutes total and are back in the car to make the short ride back home.
“We need to get a safe for that safe.” I joke to break the ice.
“It wasn’t the safe.” Paula said staring out the window
“What did you do?” I asked
“I didn’t DO anything Adam. It was her! That little psycho crushed my cast in front of you and you didn’t even notice! She was mocking me and you didn’t DO anything!” Paula shouted fighting off tears
“I didn’t think she was doing anything threatening.” I say perplexed
“Really!? Lifting the 50 pound bag of salt over and over again!? Making the crack about the big orange crushing the tinier Kiwi! Blatantly flexing in front at us holding the fruit next to her bicep! You really are oblivious Adam!” Paula yells
I am stunned into silence Paula looks away, losing the battle to hold back her tears.
“And she said it SHOULDN’T happen again!” My wife sobs
“I will protect you Paula”
She doesn’t reply…
When we get home she immediately goes in from the car and upstairs to our bedroom, leaving me to put away the groceries. I shoulder the bag of salt from the truck to the house entrance. I have been going to the gym pretty hard and as a result it does feels like less of a burden than before. Once inside I check to make sure Paula is still upstairs and then grab the bag by the handle in my right hand, straightening my back. I heave up on the bag and I lift it off the ground a few inches! It is heavy, but I manage it up! I grab onto the stair banister with my left hand for support. I can feel my bicep swell, my hours at the gym are paying off! The bag does not want to move any higher but I use my foot to boost up the bottom, just a little and it is all I need to hoist the bag to my waist, I hold it up for count of 8 seconds before my arm gives out.
“Hell yeah!” I say out loud
…Hell yeah? Hell. Fucking. yeah? I am immediately embarrassed despite no one being around. I cringe at how proud I am of achieving a feat that was so casual to a girl almost 30 years my junior. I couldn’t even do it without cheating or for literally a fraction of the time! For fuck sake, not only did Violet lift that same bag, she did it while I was pushing down on it and then again with the dog food bag! I am getting stronger but she is miles ahead.
After a bit of self pity I put everything away. The last thing to do is clean the fruit and put it in the bowl on the counter. I stare at the plump navel orange. I pick it up palming the fruit, gauging its size in my hand, damn it’s big. With Paula up stairs I take off my shirt and walk to the hallway mirror with the orange in hand. I flex my right arm, the one pumped from lifting the bag, and hold the orange up to it. My arm is nearly eclipsed behind the fruit, but I can kind of see the outline of the top of my bicep and the bottom of my tricep. But Violet didn’t compare the orange it to her arm, the demon-spawn compared it to just her bicep. I raise it up to my bicep and flex as hard as I can to the mirror. I am embarrassed yet again by how much woefully smaller I am than the fruit, it really was like a kiwi by comparison. How am I that much smaller than a girl about a third my…
“holy shit!” I say out loud in shock
I am dumbfounded by what I see in the mirror… It’s not the diameter of the fruit, or the realization of how much more intensely I have to workout to match the kid’s size that shakes me… It’s the bent hunk of metal glinting at my waist. Violet bent back the edges of my oversized belt buckle with one hand! She twisted the metal in her fingers while holding 50 lbs as she smiled and talked with ease! I am going to curl and do grip strength exercises every fucking day until exhaustion, there is no way a little girl can be this much stronger than me! I’m going to do it not just for me, but for Paula as well.
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I really wasn't expecting to have to comment on this story again so soon, but then again, I just am so inspired by your continuations of this story that I had to, I mean, I love what I have seen out of Violet again, doing the feats that she did at the party outside of what she did against Paula, really cool stuff. The way she bent his belt buckle, while holding 50 pounds with the other hand, and not even seeming to strain, pretty awesome. I wonder what chance there is that Violet is able to do a piggyback ride with a guy my size? I'm 285 pounds as of right now, she's what 130 pounds? That would be a hell of a sight to see, such a big load carried by such a small girl, but if any small teen girl can do it, Violet could. But yeah, looking forward to more of your excellent writing, WW. k+ again!
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BTW, just looked up the weight of a keg of beer, it comes out to 161 pounds, so that is pretty impressive in it's own right, not just the weight, which is impressive enough, but the fact that it is a fairly cumbersome object that probably is very hard to grip in a way that makes it easy to overhead press. So yeah, chock up another impressive feat by Violet!
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# 12 From the Mouth of Babes (As Told By Violet)
Violet’s POV
It has been 3 months since the pool party at the Orton’s. I am not proud of what I did to Mrs. Kelly I got carried away, I always do, it is something I have been struggling with all my life. I am and have always been extremely competitive. It is an issue, and my biggest flaw. I have a primal need to be better than everyone else. It use to be with everything from education, and board games, all the way to seeing a movie, or discovering a band first before anyone else. It is really a sickness but with some therapy I have managed most of it. Most of it except in physical competitions, I will work on it someday but it is the last on my list. It is not as bad socially to be competitive at you know… competitions. Honestly I don’t know if I will ever get over it. I have dealt with it by staying away from most nationally ranked events and dropped out of all team sports much to the chagrin of many coaches. I could not handle a loss and I didn’t have control over that in team sports beyond what I could do. The expectation was not fair to my teammates, apparently most girls can just compete and have fun, I wish I was like that. Instead I opted for track and field single events like discuss and shot put.
I have been competitive with classmates and peers since I can remember, I was always was better and stronger and was competing with kids in grades above me, they were more of a challenge but the results were the same. When I entered 6th grade there were no more grades above me at the playground, they were all at the middle school. There was no one even close to me in any challenge and I was bored, bored to the point of even acting out and getting in trouble at school. The intense need to be challenged was palpable, I would challenge anyone to anything especially physically. I even challenged my mom’s friends. They were in their 30’s and weren’t really interested in foot races, or push-up contests but most of them didn’t mind a quick arm wrestling match just to placate me. I arm wrestled every one of them at least once and won them all! Most of them were very nice and marveled at how strong I was for such a young girl. Arm wrestling quickly became my challenge of choice for adults because most didn’t mind entertaining me (at least once) since it was something quick and they could do while sitting. I even arm wrestled a couple of men that year; a teacher, and my older cousin. I beat Mr. Hanson and I was really proud but looking back he was a kindly, very thin, hippy art teacher and probably wasn’t trying his hardest, he was a nice man. My cousin Erik on the other hand was almost TWO feet taller, 23 years old, and plays semi-pro hockey. He was surprised by how strong I was and that I held my own for about 30 seconds before putting my hand down. It was my only loss at anything that year, but in the end the challenges were too few and far between and I was still bored.
The biggest change in my life happened that summer when one day my mom finally decided to get rid of the rest of my father’s belongings. As I helped my mom move an old desk from the garage to the garbage I found a magazine called Muscle and Fitness from the 80’s in the drawer. It is a bodybuilding magazine with all sorts of different workout routines, and photos of both male and female bodybuilders. I was fascinated by the pictures especially of the professional bodybuilder contests. The women on stage were muscular and all proudly flexing against each other. In that moment my passion for competing was renewed and stronger than ever. The thought of challenging athletic adults enthralled me. I kept the magazine and asked to keep my dad’s old weights from the garage too. It was just a wobbly weight bench, a bar, and 94 lbs of old maroon colored, plastic shelled, concrete weights in odd weight sizes. The weight maker Obatron or DP, I couldn’t tell which was the maker but they must be European because they were sized in kilos so the weights were 2.2 lbs, 4.4 lbs, 8.8 lbs and 17.6 lbs. Some of the plastic covers were cracked, the padding on the bench was also torn both held together with duct tape. After four months of bench pressing I was already using all 94 lbs plus whatever plus the 12 pound bar was and I managed to curl two 17.6 lbs plus the bar 5 times the first time I tried. I was always lean and athletic but I started to form actual muscle. My obsession for competition turned to the female bodybuilders in the magazine. I cut our the pages of them and hung them on the wall working out everyday for months straight not taking a single day off until that following April when my mom was Spring cleaning the garage again. One day mom took all of my cut out pages from the magazine off the wall to throw them out.
“Mom! What are you doing?” I was really upset
“Honey, I know you like to work out in here and that’s fine, but maybe it’s time to maybe get real posters up here. I will will even let you pick them out, but old cut out pages look trashy.”
“But mom, I don’t want posters, I use these for when I workout.”
“They’re not even workout routines, they are just pictures and bios. Almost all of them have red Xs you drew across them”
“Yeah and that’s why I want them, they challenge me.”
“Listen honey if you idolize them that much I am sure we can find posters of fitness women.”
“They aren’t idols, the pictures challenge me.”
“They motivate you sweetie, they do NOT challenge you.”
Challenge, competition, verses, better than, were and still are trigger words in our house.
“They do challenge me but no one gets hurt, or angry, or anything like that. You took me out of sports because I was too competitive with the other girls but these are just pages of women that are probably all old grandmas now.”
“Look, I understand that’s a better outlet but I’m sorry these look like trash. All but 2 have red Xs on them. Looking at all these women it’s good there are only pictures of them, they are really, really ripped. Especially the two without the Xs on them, they are freaking HUGE! They would squish you like an old tomato.” My mother laughs
“Mom. Can I least have them one more day to finish what I was doing with them? PLEEEEssseee!”
“Listen, I’m GOING to throw these out but I’ll make you a deal. IF you don’t complain or whine about it AND you help me throw out these old ratty looking weights and bench… I’ll take you to Walmart tomorrow and get you a real workout set. Nothing crazy, but you can spend up to like $300.”
“DEAL!!! But could I have like 10 minutes to try to finish what I was doing with these pretty please?”
“Fine, but you have 10 minutes and I’M throwing them out so whatever you are going to do you have to do it with me here young lady.”
“THANK YOU! Give me like five minutes to change!”
#12 Numbers Don’t Lie
Violet’s POV
I ran upstairs to change, came down, and grabbed the two old 5 gallon buckets of paint from my dad’s old business, I then filled them up to half way with sand.
“I thought you were changing? And you’re getting rid of these old paint buckets too by the way.”
“Okay mom. Look at the first page the one with the lady with short hair and read the little blurb at the bottom.”
“It says: ”She came in 3rd at the show, but is one of the strongest women in the competition, with an impressive 145 pound bench press.
“Okay I have 94 lbs of weights, plus the bar making it 106 lbs.”
“106 lbs! That’s a lot of weight!”
“Actually mom... These 5 gallon buckets of paint say 42 lbs, but I only filled the half so they are 21 lbs each.”
I lifted both buckets and hooked the handles over both ends of the bar.
“Violet there is no way you can lift 148 lbs, you’re going to hurt yourself! Look at her, she is all muscles, a PROFESSIONAL bodybuilder and you young lady are… well… a young lady!”
“Mom you can stand here over me and spot. If I can’t then you can help me.”
I was a little nervous because my max was 127 before (only a quarter of the buckets filled) but I was so motivated to finish the 12 woman challenge before my mom threw out the pages plus I had a spotter. I unracked the bar and brought it down until the bar touched my chest and the buckets touched the garage floor. I pressed as hard as I could the weight was tremendous but it was my last chance to cross out the page. It was the highest amount of weight mentioned for any of the women. The buckets slowly started to rise but I was pressing it! I let out a roar and pressed it all the way up!
“Oh my god Violet! I know you have been working out a lot but when did you get so strong!?”
I grabbed the red marker and proudly put a big X across the page.
“ I need to look up something on my phone really quick.” My mom said
“Wait mom; before you do can you please read the highlighted paragraph on the last page?”
“Okay, it says: She works out 5 days a week to hone her body to perfection and it paid off. She is the winner among 19 women to be crowned the new Female Bodybuilding Champion of the world. In case you were wondering what the best body of in the world looks like check out these numbers: Then there is some stuff below but you crossed most of it out or wrote next to it.”
She then went back to her phone. While she was busy looking at her phone I took off my sweatshirt and pants. When I went up to change earlier I put on my one piece bathing suit under my clothes.
“Mom can you please read the stuff under the blurb below the check out these numbers?”
She looked away from her phone to the page in her hand.
“Um yeah, it says…
Height: 5’6” 4ft 11
Weight: 143 lbs 122
Chest 34 in 31
Waist: 26 in 22
Thighs: 19.5 in
Arms: 12 3/4 in
She read them off mindlessly, her attention was on her phone.
“Uhhhh honey sand weig… OH MY GOD VIOLET!”
I’ve easily hidden my development all winter. My mother’s jaw literally dropped open! She looked at me and then to the picture, then to me again and then to the picture in disbelief.
“She’s a bodybuilder Violet and your… your muscles are almost as big as hers!”
“I’m not trying to be ALMOST as big, please grab the cloth tape next to you.”
She grabbed the sewing kit cloth tape and stood before me in awe.
“She’s a PROFESSIONAL bodybuilder Violet and you… you’re in 8th grade!”
“She’s also 21 lbs heavier, but I’m 7 inches shorter. Her chest is 3 inches bigger, but my waist is 4 inches smaller so my ratio is still better. There are only two measurements left that she was better then me. “
I stuck out my leg and my mom knew immediately what I wanted her to do. She wrapped the tape tight…
“20 and 1/8 inches!” My mother gasped
Thighs: 19.5 in 20 1/8
“Oh my god Violet your muscles are huge!”
“Keep reading below mom”
The new Ms. Olympia undoubtedly has the best arms this sport has ever seen and credits this to her over the top arm workouts. She is on record curling 25 lbs 19 times in a row. In case you were wondering most of the ladies in the competition have a hard time curling 25 lbs once.
I took the two 5 gallon buckets half full of sand and added a 4.4 pound plastic weight and a 1 lb bar collar to each making them both 25.4 lbs. Then I grabbed the handles and stool tall.
“Violet, that’s what I was looking at on my phone”
“Mom wait please I need to concentrate”
I began to curl them, they were easy at first but got heavier and heavier once I hit 10. The pain was building with every additional rep, by the 17th my arms were trembling and I was sweating buckets but it was my last chance to mark the final X and complete my competition… 18, my arms are on fire but I was taking on fully grown professional bodybuilders I knew I was pushing beyond my limits… 19! I tied her, I tied the most muscular woman in the world at that time! I began to cry from the both the joy and pain but I was not trying to tie her. My throbbing biceps were screaming for me put stop and let the buckets fall but I lift the 25.4 lbs buckets one… last… time…. 20!!!
I did it! My arms felt like they were going to burst. They throbbed, veins I had never seem before pulsated across the baseball sized muscles.
“Mom measure them now!”
I could barley even curl my fists they were so sore but I did and gave the biggest double bicep pose of my life.
“13 and 1/8th! My god Violet they actually look scary. They are so big, and angular, and covered in veins! They are bigger than your father’s ever were!”
I beamed with absolute pride as I wrote:
Arms: 12.5 in 13 1/8
“She was the WORLD’S best bodybuilder, mom I can curl more than she could! Imagine being the best in the world and just a kid.
“VIOLET, that’s what I was looking at on my phone. Those 5 gallon buckets were 43 lbs filled with paint.. but sand is heavier. 5 gallons of sand weighs 70 lbs, each bucket weighs 35 lbs. You were bench pressing 176 lbs and curling 40.4 lbs 20 times in each hand!”
“OMG! Are you serious!? Could you imagine fully grown professional bodybuilders having to admit defeat to an 8th grader!”
That was 2 years ago, if they saw me today they would have walked away from the sport all together.
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Okay, I liked this chapter too, a little bit of background on Violet, a little look into where she was before she decided to go full hardcore and start breaking some records and bones. The numbers weren't really impressive, 25lbs for a two hand curl? Not quite world beating numbers, but I guess for a 13-14 year old girl, it's not terrible. Maybe I'm used to her being nearly super strong, so imagining her "weak" is a weird thing. I'm very much looking forward to more grown up Violet, thank you. K+!
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For some reason I've always been a fan of stories where the main character gets huge, but there's always some other girl just a little bit bigger.
Love this.
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Now the title makes sense. Wow! The story did not disappoint. Another master piece in the working.
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Thank you quick and Japagreipe, I really appreciate the feedback!
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#13 A Lift From a Friend
Adam’s POV
We have made a lot of changes since the incident at the store several months ago. If you ask me the Violet’s true power does not lye in her arms. Her real power is how she’s managed to uproot our daily lives without a single care. The girl is most likely going about her life going into high school without a thought of us in months, meanwhile I now shop at the big box store with every hill-rod within 10 a mile radius. I really miss the old family grocer. Paula on the other hand is haunted by Violet everyday. My wife even quit the friendly, everybody’s welcome purple gym and opted to joined a very serious, hardcore, warehouse gym. It’s the type of place that is expensive and exclusive, they give you your own key so you can workout whenever you want and the clientele is much different. It is a gym almost entirely populated by meat-heads and ‘roid beasts. Paula has become one of them and that is where Sheila comes in.
Everyone knows Sheila, she is a 6’1”, 51 year old behemoth. The only way to describe Sheila is big. Big personality, big mouth, but most of all big body. Despite her age, she likes to party and dress like someone 30 years younger. She is a competitive weight-lifter and works a construction job. Sheila is not any kind of stage fitness type. If you didn’t know any better you might think Sheila was just plain fat, at least from a distance, but when you are face to face with her there is no question what is below her layer of padding. She has huge breasts, a big ass, and yet has a somewhat flat stomach. It is by no means defined, and she definitely has a belly when she sits, but compared to the rest of her, her waist is relatively small. Sheila has won several weight-lifting competitions and by the looks of her there is no question why, she is around 200 lbs of woman on a 6’1” frame.
Personally I can’t stand having Sheila around, she is obnoxious, loud, and boastful but she is our “supplement” supplier, yes ours. Paula and I have been steroid-cycling for a while now, the mail-in stuff doesn’t hold a candle to the real stuff. Paula and I have been working out like beasts, I have kept to my word and can now curl 50 lbs dumbbells for a couple of reps and have a grip strength of 134 lbs. I should have been working out forearms a long time ago, they have really responded well, they are my best muscles by far. There is also something about Sheila that brings out some of the confidence and mojo Paula had lost almost a year ago. Her and Sheila workout together all the time, and occasionally they even head out to the bar afterwards, this was one of those nights. On this particular Friday, I guess now early Saturday the two of them come clamoring in at about 2am, waking me up with their loud laughing and hollering. I come down stairs groggily only to see both women damn near naked! My wife and Sheila are only in bras and panties going through all the poses Paula learned for her past bodybuilding shows.
Neither of them notice me, as they both keep switching off flexing in the entry-way’s mirror and playfully groping each other while drunkenly complimenting each others bodies. As I watch Paula flexing hard in the mirror, putting on a show I am taken back. Paula looks jacked, really jacked! Of course I see her every day, but I have not seen her flex in a very long time. Her friendship with Sheila and the steroids have really kicked up her development. Paula is bigger than she has ever been, not physique competitor big, like actual competitive bodybuilder big! If she goes back to competing again she might actually get that pro card. I have been getting a bit concerned with how muscular she has become for months now, but seeing her actually putting every muscle on display, fully flexed… I am no linger just a “bit” concern about her development. Paula’s flexing surprises me, but Sheila is fucking flooring. Sheila is in a perpetual state of off-season big, the very definition of bulky but I have never seen her flex. Damn it all does she have muscle under that padding. Her arms are as big as my legs and her thighs are the size of my waist! I heard she can bench 270 lbs and curl 60 lbs dumbbells for reps, I no longer have my doubts about those lifts. My wife grabs the fabric measuring tape from the sewing kit and wraps it around the weightlifter’s arm as she flexes.
“Holy fucking damn, 19 and 1/4 inches!” Paula gasps
Holy shit is right! Sheila snatches the tape out of Paula’s hand and guides my wife to the mirror. The power-lifter runs her hand up my wife’s inner thigh causing her to take in a sharp breath before wrapping the measuring tape around it.
“26 inches baby, damn girl.” Sheila coos
As someone who normally likes to spend time between those thighs they have become terrifying. The drunken hulk Sheila is fawning over Paula’s thick, powerful legs when I clear my throat to get their attention. They both turn around a lot less embarrassed than I was expecting them to be, neither one even bothers to cover up!
“Ohhhh hey baby, did we wake you?” My wife giggles
“Look how amazing your wife looks Adam! She is going to mop the floor with that little bitch if she ever tries anything stupid and I will kick her ass too, that stupid little stupid bitch!” Sheila slurs
Oh hell, this again... I know a big part of the reason Paula has packed on all this extra muscle is to defend herself from Violet, although she still says if she wasn’t drunk that night it would have turned out differently. Now I am beginning to fear all this building up is not for shows or even self protection, it’s purely for revenge. That girl lives rent free in my wife’s head and I don’t know how to get her to get over it. It was ONE night, no one even talks about it, but it has changed my wife in nearly every way.
“Seriously, I don’t care if she is a school girl, I will kick her millennial avocado toast eating, ass eating ass!” Paula very drunkenly declares to the room
“Your legs are probably bigger than her whole body!” Sheila shouts
Paula punches her thighs and raises to her toes making her legs explode with even more alarming muscle.
“Fuck yeah, I will crush her like a tube of tooth paste!” My wife yells
They are so fucking drunk and loud.
“That stupid bitches arms are really big for a girl, but look at Sheila’s Adam! Sheila, Sheila, show Adam your fucking guns and I don’t mean your tits!” Paula laughs
Sheila walks up to me uncomfortably close, so close her giant breasts brush my chest. Her wild, watery eyes struggle to focus as she stares into mine. She hits a double bicep pose and I am floored! Her arms are insane! They are not cut, they have a good layer of padding but I think they are almost as big as my head.
“Sheila’s arms are not oranges, they are grapefruits!” Paula howls
“Fuck little oranges” Sheila laughs
The red-head marches past me and actually grabs one of the oranges from our fruit bowl and holds it up to her bicep and it is no contest. She is much bigger, like the size of a small grapefruit! The crazy bitch laughs and crushes the orange against her bicep, juicing it onto the floor. Paula pushes me to the side and walks up to the crazy bimbo to lick the pulp from her arm! Holy shit! This just got really interesting! The women both start making out with wild abandon! Paula breaks off the kiss and grabs me by my underwear.
“Check this stud out!” She slurs
In a flash my wife yanks down my boxers and my cock springs free, growing in the free air.
“Got damn!” Sheila yells at the sight of my size
The red-head comes up behind Paula and whispers something into her ear. My wife raises an eyebrow.
“Sure, he deserves it”
Sheila turn to me and gives a wicked grin. I am a bit nervous. What exactly do I “deserve”?
The weight-lifer grabs the bottom of her industrial strength looking, beige bra.
“Titty drop!” Sheila bellows
Sheila’s giant breasts spill out as she pulls the bra cups up to her neck. My god they are heavy looking but surprising they don’t droop nearly as much as I would have thought. I’m not gonna lie, I have mentally undressed Sheila before and now seeing them in the flesh I have to admit I did not give her enough credit. They are gigantic, with saucer sized wine colored areolas. Her hefty tits have a pleasant slope, but incredibly do not sag below her wide ribcage. Sheila presses those meat-bags against my chest and grabs my ass hard!
“How much do you weight big guy?”
“161 lbs” I stammer
“Are you ready for the ride of your life big boy?” Sheila coos
I look to Paula and she just winks at me with a grin. The 51 year old heaves me off of my feet! My rock hard cock slides up her soft stomach as she lifts me by my butt! She is using her powerful arms bury my 10 inches between her tits until my head pops out the top of her cleavage.
“Most men I do this too can’t make it all the way though!” Sheila says licking her lips, while staring up at me!
The amazing woman lowers me and lifts me again, and again basically titty-fucking herself with my dick! The brawny red-head wraps her lips around the head of my penis and starts to slowly pump my body up and down with those insane arms! I am about to cum in all of 30 seconds before she abruptly stops. Sheila starts walking backwards, she is being guided by Paula until her back, and my knees are pressed to the wall. My now completely naked wife squats down, removing Sheila’s panties starts licking the weight-lifter’s pussy! The bigger woman moans out and starts to pump me up and down again between her tits again.
“Oh my gawd, this is amazing” Sheila moans
“No Big Red, THIS is amazing!” Paula yells
My knees rub against the salmon paint as I… WE rise up the wall! My wife is lifting Sheila on her shoulders while still going to town on her vag! The 200 plus pound beast and I are both heaved up the wall, powered up by the massive legs of my amazing wife! Thank god for vaulted ceilings.
“Oh my god put us down Paula! You know I am scared of heights!” Sheila says losing her cool
“Well let me put your mind on something else.” Paula coos
I have never known Paula to consider playing for the other team before, but apparently she is pretty good at it because Sheila has stopped being scared and is digging her fingers into my ass hard, moaning like a porn star consumed by what Paula is doing to her. My body lowers down and rests on the red-head’s hips, just above my wife’s head. Unfortunately for me Paula’s talented tongue has taken all of Sheila’s attention. Not to miss an opportunity I lift Sheila’s giant, tits to my face alternately giving attention to each nipple, each grows to nearly the size of fucking AA batteries! Each breast is so heavy in my hands I find myself actually getting a little fatigued after a couple of minutes… Holy shit, my arms are cramping from holding up a pair of boobs and 51 year old has been taking on my entire weight in her arms for 3 minutes now! Not only that, my wife has been holding us BOTH up for nearly as long!
“PAULA!” I involuntarily scream out!
My wife’s finger impales my rectum, all the way to the palm!
“Don’t be shy, you know you like it” Paula playfully taunts
“I sometimes like a little ass play, but I also like a warning!”
“and YOU, you monster titted tease I know what you like too. You need to finish him off properly little bitch. You better make him cum or I will have to punish you.” Paula says sternly
Oh my god! My drunken wife presses my body upwards with one arm! Sheila does as she’s told, lifting me up to her mouth again. Apparently the power-lifter who could crush a man’s skull with her bare hands is into being dominated. Just before my cock head gets to her chin Sheila’s eyes roll to the back of her head and she starts to convulse! The beast is overcome and rides out a huge orgasm on my wife’s shoulders! As her orgasm recedes, so does she.
“That was amazing, but please put me down Paula, I hate heights and I’m freaking out.”
My wife relents, Sheila’s spasming body slides down the wall, but I do not. Paula’s elbow is locked and holds me high against the wall with a single arm as her friend slips down Paula’s body to her knees! Paula places her hand on the red-head’s head and not so subtly guides her face to her own pussy to return the favor. Sheila grabs my wife’s powerful bubble ass in both hands as she eats out my wife tenderly. Unfortunately for the Sheila, Paula is not in the mood for tender, I have been in her position and it is scary. My wife grabs Sheila’s hair and starts to force her pussy hard into her friend, she is roughly forcing the red-head’s face against her swollen clit. As Paula controls Sheila with one hand she starts to move her finger in my puckered asshole 7 1/2 feet in the air! She is agitating my insides, milking my prostate pumping faster, and faster until I can’t take it anymore and shoot shot after shot of hot semen between the wall and my stomach! I hear the sounds of Sheila choking on Paula’s own cum as she forces her gushing orgasm down her throat! In that moment I realize my wife is back.
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Looks like Paula has gained a lot of power in the past couple of months, if she was able to hold a combined 361 pounds off the floor for a couple minutes, while performing cunnilingus on Sheila while Sheila was sucking Adam's cock, so yeah, that was impressive, probably will continue to workout hard and roid for a couple more weeks before going against Violet again, what a shock it may be for both Paula, Adam, and Sheila, if she's there, if Violet came into it even stronger than she was before! I'm sorry, but I'm rooting for Violet, I just love the idea of shorter girls being insanely strong. k+!
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Interesting. hope to see more. Keep up the great work.
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Thank you Jeremy and jhunter!
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#15 Vi’ceps
Adam’s POV
It took a while but I managed to find Violet’s online presence. I have kept this a secret from Paula, and I’m not too worried she will find it, she looked for months before giving up thinking her video was not posted online. The reason it took so long to find is because it is not under her name, or even her account for that matter. It is ran by a friend named “Kiki” or at least that’s what she calls herself, Violet goes by… Vi'ceps.
The videos are private, you have to be accepted to see the content and they do vet, you have to be under 18. However not everything is behind a firewall, the streams are open to the public but they are sporadic. The live feeds are never announced ahead of time mostly because they seem to be videoed on a whim in the moment and gone for good when they end, it’s probably the reason they only get an average of about 50 views at most, Paula’s incident was one of them. I know because in one of the chats they mentioned the tin foil and watermelon ball. The reason I was able to see the chat is because I catfished and used my nephew’s Facebook, Snapchat and Insta**** to verify myself and used a similar but slightly different email address so they sent the invite to me not him. After a week I was accepted as a 14 year old from Kentucky. I have been on the site daily for the last 2 months, like they say; keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, but this is as close as I want to get to her. There is a chat room, message board, a few photos, and fewer videos. That said; the website is actually pretty well run for only having posted 19 photos and 6 videos total. All of the pictures are of Violet flexing or holding up a couple of friends in her arms, but the videos are pretty amazing in a scary kind of way and very well edited (credit where credit is due to Kiki). There is a short intro video, a video where she answers some of her fan’s questions, and the other 4 videos are of various displays of strength. In one video she benches 185 lbs 8 times. In another she holds two 5 gallon buckets filled with water arms stretch out to her sides for 60 seconds. One of Violet lifting a full 160 pound beer keg over her head. And the most impressive; one of her curling a pair of ridiculously large 120 pound dumbbells in each hand 3 times! The rest of the site is basically a message board. She only has about 250 members but they are very, very passionate. The message board is full of things like:
-Who would win Vi'ceps vs X?
-My measurements vs Vi'ceps’s
-My lifts vs Vi'ceps’s
-Fan Art
-Fan Fiction (which gets a bit PG13)
-Other strong girls from the web
The last one has a sub-category of Vi'ceps vs X and X because no one person her age would be fair. There are more muscle bound girls than I thought in this world today and quite frankly it makes me uncomfortable. In the 80’s and 90’, hell even the 2000’s a strong woman was few and far between. A girl with real muscle was nearly impossible to find, I knew I struck gold with both Amanda and Paula. I must say even though there are a lot more muscle girls out there today I still think Paula could have taken them all except of course Violet and maybe one other...
She is a year younger than Violet, a 14 year old arm wrestler from the Netherlands that I recognize from the news awhile back. The girl and her parents were briefly in the headlines 2 years ago while on holiday in the US. The family spent their vacation at Disney World and also visited an alligator ranch while in Florida. There are safe and well respected alligator sanctuaries in the state, but this was not one of them. While there, they paid for the full gator experience and was given the chance to wrestle the smaller alligators with their mouths taped shut of course. While the handler was assisting the mother with her alligator the little girl followed his instructions, mounted the creature from behind, and sat just behind its head. However, instead of waiting for the instructor to return she felt confident after watching the professional gator handler wrestle a large 10 foot alligator at a show earlier that day. The girl grabbed the beast with one hand under its snout like the guy did during the performance (she was supposed to use both hands) and pulled the gator’s head toward her way too hard agitating the wild animal. The alligator swung side to side trying to throw her off, and used its powerful tail to whip her leg leaving nasty welt. Somehow the Dutch girl managed to catch the tip of its tail when it tried to whip her again, she was holding its snout in one hand and its tail in the other while sitting on the writhing gator. The girl got up off its back while not letting go. The handler who was helping her mom got up to rescue her from the enraged and bucking beast but it wasn’t the girl that needed rescuing. In a fit of anger the kid pulled its jaw and tail upwards bending the beast into a U shape while standing above it. It was enough to stop the wild animal from its frenzied thrashing BUT she kept pulling… She lifted the 6 foot alligator off the ground between her legs and squeezed… The injuries were too great, the poor thing was hurt so badly it had to be euthanized.
The internet was outraged, mostly at the parents and the shady alligator farm. The family flew out of the country back to the Netherlands the next day and the place was shut down the following week for a ton of violations that were brought to light thanks to the viral video. Soon the internet found something else to be enraged about and the story faded away. Something that was lost in all the outrage was that an 12 year old girl lifted a 150 pound alligator clean off the ground and crushed it essentially to death between her legs.
That was two years ago and videos have started to circulate of the 14 year old who calls herself “Boulders” (although in the message boards most are calling her Gator Girl). There are a lot of videos of her lifting things in her miserably cold looking backyard like what she calls boulders (hence the name) but in reality none of them look taller than a foot or so, the biggest is up to her knees, but don’t get me wrong it is still super impressive. In another she pulls a bush from its roots, and in another she is carrying her father on her back for like 10 minutes straight in the snow. But lately she has been trying to compete with Violet’s (Vi'ceps) feats. The first is her bench pressing a large log, and another of her holding the 5 gallon buckets to her sides for 45 seconds. But the video that has everyone on the message boards buzzing is the video (that most are calling fake) MOCKING one of the American teen’s feats!
In a video titled “Match This Vi'ceps”, the first minute is of Violet lifting the full 160 pound beer keg over her head before a backyard party and keeping it above her head for a full 30 seconds before slowly lowering it gently to the ground. In the video she said her father would have killed her if she shook up a full keg of beer by letting it fall. The video fades out then cuts to the Dutch girl standing in her backyard in the snow in front of a keg that appears to be a little smaller than Violet’s. The girl grabs the keg on each end and lifts it to her hips. After a short pause she stands tall and then curls the keg slowly to her shoulders! IF that keg is filled and that is the controversy, if it is filled even though it is a smaller keg it is still really impressive by itself but after another short pause she then proceeded to lift it over her head just like Violet but there is the twist. Boulders proceeds to military press the keg another 3 times and looked like she had another 3 in her however on the 3rd rep she kept the half barrel over her head as her father steps in front or her.
“Father would you kill at me if I drop this beer?”
“Yes daughter I would”
“Then you should take it poppa”
The man is probably about 5’ 10” but wide, even with the heavy coat on you can tell he is a pretty big dude. He steps in front of her and grabs the edge of each side next to her hands but instead of lifting the keg from her hands he lifts his feet from the ground! The girl and her father look to the camera at their side and count to 30 in Dutch as he hangs from the half barrel, he must weigh at least 220 lbs! The girl then slowly lowers the keg and her father to his knees with complete control before winking at the camera ending the video.
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Ooh, I like the introduction of another incredibly strong muscle girl to the discussion, I am excited to see these girls push one another to greater and greater feats of strength, maybe the Dutch girl comes to the US to challenge Violet one on one in a series of tests of strength, like a World's Strongest Teenage Girl competition. K+!
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Incredible introduction to a new character. I like how everything is a little bit ambiguous, concerning the exact weight of things. This lets your imagination fly and anticipation of the next chapter soar. Looking anxiously for the next part!
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Thank you Japagreipe and Jeremy, I promise all roads will lead to the end :)
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#16 For The Record
Adam’s POV
Dale has invited us over for Tanya’s birthday. It’s been a long time, hell not since the infamous night have we been over to their house. We’ve gone out together with them plenty, and they’ve been to our house a few times, but not here. Paula has always made an excuse or came up with “somewhere more fun” to go to. Unfortunately tonight is no exception, my wife is “under the weather” I know it isn’t their house that is keeping her away, it’s the neighbor… Violet lives on their block and we have not been back here since.
Tanya invited Sheila too, thinking it would help get my wife out. No one is particularly fond of Sheila, but she is fun to drink with now and again. Of freaking course as soon as we turn down their block Violet is outside raking leaves. Sheila immediately caught my stare as we got out the truck.
“That’s her” I whisper as if she could hear me 3 houses down.
“Her? The girl in the green jacket raking leaves? Her?” Sheila says in disbelief
“yeah. Could you keep it down?”
“She is what the fuss is all about!? Jesus what is she, 12?”
“No! She’s in high school” I say defensibly as if that makes it much better
“If you say so. She looks like she is 5 feet tall and and about 100 lbs, maybe 110”
She does look really small in the Letterman jacket, she must have the same type of parents I did growing up. Get a couple of sizes too big so you can grow into it.
“Hey, HEY! Little girl!”
“What are you doing Sheila!?”
“Relax I just want to see her up close to see if I’m missing something.”
Not even 30 seconds in and I already regret bringing Sheila.
“Hey come here for a minute” Sheila waves over
Violet leans the rake against the tree and jogs over to us. Now I REALLY regret bringing her.
“Yes ma’am? Oh, hello Mr. Kelly”
“I hear you’re quite the track star in school and I just wanted to meet you. I use to go to Holy Martyrs back in the day, I still hold the shot put record from senior year 42 feet 8 1/2 inches.”
“Sheila O’Shay?”
“I took my ex-husband’s name, it’s Lords now”
The girl actually looks a bit embarrassed, or maybe humbled.
“I’m sorry Mrs O’Shay, I mean Lords” Violet says looking down at the shot put patch on her ill-fitting jacket.
“Don’t be sorry, I don’t expect you to recognize me. Oh look at that you’re a shot putter too, you must be the smallest I’ve ever seen! Most of the shot put chicks were closer to my size than yours in my day.”
“They still are…But that’s not why I’m sorry… 50’ 8” Violet says sheepishly
“pardon?”
“50 feet, 8 inches. I know you because I broke your record Ms. Lords”
“bullshit!”
Sheila flipped a switch from jovial to aggravated in an instant.
“The high school state record is just over 56 feet, I think I can break it soon.”
“You? Your little tiny ass threw over 8 feet further than me?”
“yes ma’am, I’m pretty strong for my size, but you had the record for over 30 years, that’s really impressive!”
“Are you patronizing me?”
Oh hell, Sheila has gone from aggravated to pissed.
“No ma’am, I just…”
“Nope. Come on, come inside with me munchkin. Adam, lead the way.”
Damn it all…
“I have to tell my parents I am going, and I will be back.”
“Fine, be quick”
Violet heads back toward her house as we head in. I barley get in the door and I already need a drink.
“Hi guys!” Tanya squeals, already a bit buzzed
“Happy birthday! And by the way I’m going to put your neighbor in her place”
“What?” Tanya says rightfully confused
“The girl, Victoria”
“Violet”
“Purple, whatever I don’t care”
“She just a kid. What are you going to do? Beat her up?”
“NO, I’m going to do what Paula should have and arm wrestle her and put her in her place”
“I doubt she will come over just to”
*Knock, knock, knock*
“Hey Vi’, come on in. It appears you have already met Sheila” Tanya says greeting Violet
“Yes Mrs. Orton and happy birthday.”
“It appears Sheila wants to arm wrestle you, you do NOT have to Vi.” Tanya says pointedly towards Sheila
“Oh… I was not… It’s okay” The girl says stammering a bit flustered
“Are you sure? You absolutely do not have to.” Tanya reassures the girl
“It’s okay Mrs. O, I know she really wants to and I would like to see how long I can last.”
“Alright, this will be a FRIENDLY match ladies.” Tanya stresses
“It will be, I just want to see how far I am from somebody as strong as Ms. Lords.”
“I think you are a little to short to use the bar stool height kitchen island so we’ll have to go to the patio.” Dale chimes in
Sheila heads out to the patio, Tanya and Dale are playfully arguing if the girl will get slammed down as soon as they start while Violet uses the washroom. I head out before them to quickly talk to Sheila. Sheila is already taken her seat at the infamous patio table. Despite the chill in the November air she has removed her sweater. She is just wearing a light gray “wife beater” ribbed undershirt tank top with no bra, those tits really are quite something.
“You’re not going to try to break her arm are you?” I ask
“No, hell I actually kind of like the kid, but I figure I can let the her push so I can gauge her. Then I’ll arm wrestle your wife and let her know if she’s ready for a rematch.”
“Huh… that’s… that’s actually a pretty good plan.”
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Wow, I love that Violet is the record holder now, over Sheila, she's not even a senior, so she's got the opportunity to break it again and again, if she continues to train as she has, which I'm guessing she will, if she wants to surpass that Dutch girl. I'm pretty sure this arm-wrestling match won't go well for Sheila. BTW, any chance for push-ups with Sheila on her back? I would love to see how many Violet could do in a row with 200 pounds on her. k+!
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It seems like Violet actually had a great deal of respect and admiration for Sheila, probably looked up to her as a role model. But Sheila is showing now that she is too petty to deserve that admiration and respect, so she's going to get her ego crushed. Nice.
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Bringing Sheila to the party went pretty much as expected. The anticipation is killing me!
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#17 The Gamble
Adam’s POV
I’m impressed with the forethought of Sheila, it’s a good idea. The three of them come outside and the teen takes her place. The 200 pound woman’s fat tits are resting on the top of the table, Violet has to stretch a bit for her much shorter arm to meet in the middle. The weightlifter has a full foot of height advantage, probably about 80 or 90 pound weight advantage, but most importantly she has a big strength advantage. Sheila’s bulky arms are 19 inches around and has demonstrated she could curl my body weight several times in the best possible way. The teen is freakishly strong, but this isn’t a movie, the teen wants to see how long she will last and I’m curios too. Dale and Tanya actually made a side bet. Dale is betting the teen won’t last a minute and Tanya of course is taking the over. I wish it was Paula putting her down but she will get her chance someday, at least it’s Sheila, she can at least arm wrestle Paula afterwards and let her know if she’s ready to take on the girl again. The two ladies lock hands, neither showing emotion.
“1….2….3…GO!”
No explosion or blitz, they cautiously build up their strength against the other. Neither hand moves, Sheila is smirking it looks like she’s toying with the teen, she is doing exactly what she said she would. Both of their arms swell steadily, Sheila gigantic bicep rises and her chests tenses. The teen’s faux letterman jacket sleeve puffs up as well.
“Oh come on Sheila, quit playing cat and mouse, I’m about to lose $20!” Dale says with jokingly exaggerated frustration
The three of us have witnessed Violet’s jacked arms in action, but compared to Sheila’s across the way it puts perspective on what a real weightlifter is compared to a teen’s. Sheila’s arm is huge, it’s burly, stout, and cram packed with bulging butch power. If you didn’t somehow see the massive, billowing tits shelved atop the table you would think her arm belonged to a mountain lumberjack. The heavy-weight power-lifter makes Violet look like the school girl she actually is. The girl was stronger than my mighty physique competitor, but to Sheila she is just a kid.
“Where are we at with time Dale?” Sheila coyly asks
“42 seconds”
“You’re giving me $10 of it” Sheila says winking at my friend
Sheila’s prodigious body violently surges her might into the battle, blitzing the little girl with tremendous power. Violet yelps in pain and grabs the end of the table as her arm bends back hard. Even the dreaded Violet is no match for the 51 year beast.
“10…9…8…” Dale counts down the seconds out loud
Sheila adds even more untapped power, making the teen yield faster towards defeat. I wonder if the weightlifter is only using half her strength.
“7...6…5…”
Violet’s overextended arm looks like it may actually break. It would be be wonderful karma, but a really bad idea.
“4…3… come on Sheila, finish her off!” Dale implores
Sheila is too much for anyone let alone a teen girl, her hand is hovering just an inch or so above the table. The poor girl is fighting like a true warrior to last a few more seconds trying to at least have the small victory of sticking it to Dale.
“2!!! 1!!!! Times up!” Tanya squeals in triumph!
Dale’s wife is doing some sort of goofy victory chicken dance. Dale and I can’t help but laugh at the way over the top celebration Tanya is throwing, you would have thought it was $2000 instead of $20. I’m pretty happy too, we can finally put this to rest and move on to enjoying ourselves, and Sheila can report back to my wife. I wish it was Paula, but she’ll get her chance. Truth be told, I’m actually more relieved than happy. Tanya on the other hand is ecstatic, she is really enjoying the win and is having a blast rubbing it in her husband’s face.
“God damn it!” Sheila yells in frustration missing the mark of a 1 minute victory.
Tanya rolls her eyes at how angry the brash redhead is over a silly bet. I know it was only by a few seconds, but Sheila needs to calm th…
“god damn it…”
This time I was the one that said it, it was under my breath but it is enough take the attention away from Dale’s wife. With Violet’s loss all the attention went to Tanya’s goofy dancing and gloating. But here’s the thing… We didn’t see Violet’s hand pressed to the table, we didn’t see the last half inch of her defeat. Well that’s because
“GOD DAAAAMN!” Tanya yells out in stunned awe
That’s because it DIDN’T happen. As a matter of fact, the little hellion didn’t just not lose, she has pressed their hands back up a few inches! The 200 pound weightlifter may have yielded a bit to the slender teen, but Violet is still losing badly, she is still 2/3 of the way down. She must have had a last ditch resurgence, she is like Jason from the Friday the 13th movies but instead of a machete, it’s muscle!
“Sheila didn’t even finish it yet!?” Dale blurts out in shock
I don’t think Dale meant for it to come out like that, he is just stunned like the rest of us. The weightlifter’s head whips around to glare daggers at my friend for his choice of words. Sheila is fuming and she wrenches their arms hard. The teen winces, giving up a couple more inches. Another jolt from the heavyweight and another inch is lost. The troubled teen spreads her legs wide beneath the table for additional support. The redhead gives another quick burst of power and Violet’s hand waivers this time but does not falter still remaining about 3 inches from the table. Sheila jerks again, and again with explosive force. Violet’s jaw clenches, and her eyes shut tight, if she wasn’t getting Sheila’s full strength before she is now to finish the last 3 inches. The teen’s face is contorted in pain and lets out an anguished squeal but her striated arm does not bend any further. The battery from Sheila is absolutely brutal, I can’t help but cringe readying myself to possibly see the teen’s elbow snap. 10 seconds, 30 seconds, a full minute go by without any movement in any direction. This is ridiculous, I understand Paula but Sheila has no excuse, she’s a god damn competitive weightlifter! I’m pissed. She NEEDS to finish this for Paula.
“Put this damn brat down Sheila!” I shout
All four of them look at me surprised by my outburst, truth is I’m a little surprised myself. Maybe it’s not just Paula, maybe this girl has effected me more than I would like to admit too. For a brief moment Violet’s eyes look hurt, but then they narrow at me. I may have awoken the beast inside the girl from that fateful night. In that moment she lost the innocent demeanor and replaced it with anger.
“I’m putting the bitch down now Adam!” Sheila growls
Apparently we are both a little heated…
“Hey guys, this is supposed to be friendly!” Tanya scolds
Sheila twists her wrist, sliding her palm up the girl’s small hand at the same time turning Violet’s palm to the sky.
“AhhhAAAaHHH!”
The broken leverage allows the power-lifter to finally put the teen’s knuckles to the table!
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Very nice, I enjoyed this chapter, even though I sort of wanted Violet to win, I could understand why Sheila won, because of her huge advantage in size, and maybe because Violet sort of had a soft spot for her. In my opinion, Sheila wasn't necessarily stronger than Violet, but Violet didn't want to ruin her hero's ego by beating her. But we'll see if that's true in future chapters, I look forward to more! k+!
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#18 Raising the Bar
Adam’s POV
“That’s cheating!” Violet whines
“No, that’s arm wrestling you’re a sore loser!”
“Sheila, enough with the names!” Tanya yells
“Eight feet, Mrs. O, that why she is so angry, I beat her high school record by the size of her waistline.” Violet seethes
“Oh damn!” Dale blurts out
“It’s not my fault you don’t have forearms like these.” Sheila gloats
The weightlifter turns her wrists making her forearms bulge.
Violet’s eyes just narrow at the forearm as big as her calves.
“Wow, you have bigger forearms, so what? It doesn’t mean you’re stronger, I still beat your record.”
“Oh really?” The weightlifter says stepping closer to the teen
Sheila then slams her tits into the girl knocking her back a couple of steps. Violet charges but the huge woman is almost twice her size. The girl slams into the Sheila knocking her one step back but stops abruptly. The teen’s face is buried in the woman’s gigantic cleavage as she tries to bully the 200 pound adult backwards with no effect, her small feet just slide against the grass. Sheila laughs out loud at her struggling before she places her hands on the girl’s shoulders. The woman takes a deep breath, and plants her leg back. I know how this ends, I have seen her do it before on a dude at the bar that was at least 100 lbs bigger than the girl. Behind her big, fat tits are pecs are so powerful she can bench 270 lbs. Sheila’s arms explode outwards sending Violet flying 10 feet back into the pool!
“Ladies, that’s enough!” This time it is Dale yelling
“I’ll get some towels. Come help me Dale.” Tanya huffs heading into the house
If anyone was expecting her to be ashamed of her behavior, they haven’t meet Sheila. The conversation will surly be a “what to do about Sheila” type of talk once the couple are inside. They wouldn’t be wrong for kicking her out, Sheila went too far and disrespected their house. The redhead walks behind the outdoor bar to the mini-fridge grabbing a beer without a hint of regret. As a matter of fact she pulls out her phone and starts recording the soaked girl as she gets out of the water. The teen is sulking as she gets out of the pool humbled. She looks like a drowned rat, soaked from head to toe.
My phone starts to vibrate, it is… Sheila? It is a video conference call with Paula and myself.
Violet removes her jacket shivering in the cool autumn night and starts wringing out the letterman. She is wearing a soaked, white, v-neck shirt and I am gob-stopped. I have been so obsessed over her arms I never really paid attention to anything else. The wet shirt clings to her as she wring out her jacket and as impressed as I am about her arms I never notice how bulbous her shoulder caps are. They are the size of cantaloupes, perfect striated globes topping off her terrifying arms writhing and swelling as she twists the drenched coat in her hands. It is no mystery why she now holds the school record for shot-put. She stops wringing and feels around at something in the pocket.
“Oh NO!” The teen yells
Violet pulls out her waterlogged phone, and marches toward Sheila angrily tossing the wet, twisted jacket onto the stool of the outdoor bar. Sheila looks defiantly without a hint of remorse at the pissed off girl.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes little girly.”
Sheila swipes the wrought out jacket from the stool below the bar.
“This little shot-put patch doesn’t mean shit when when you are 100 lbs… soaking wet.” Sheila says with a shit-eating grin, the entire time recording the girl.
“I’m 140! I’m just not a fat ass like you!”
Violet grabs the twisted jacket, trying to snatch it from the big woman’s hand beneath the bar. At the same time the teen grabs Sheila’s wrist holding the phone above the bar. I have to back up to around the corner of the house to see if Dale and Tanya are coming, thankfully they are not, she would go absolutely ballistic but I want Paula to see this. I keep one eye on the patio door and the other on my phone since I can no longer see the two at the bar. The screen only shows the soaked, angry teen’s snarled lips and bulging neck. The bight light of the phone reflecting off of her wet, fair skin is almost blinding. The camera is slowly panning down on the girl. The collar of the white, v-neck shirt is stretched low from the pool water. The top of Violet’s chest glistens against the up-close, harsh camera light. The phone is so bright the focus of the camera needs to readjust.
“Give me. That…phone!” The girl whines through clenched teeth
The video refocuses, it’s hard to make out what it I am looking at with the close-up camera angle. It looks like a jagged ravine with water flowing through it, like an aerial view of the Grand Canyon, but the cliffs are shifting… Holy shit, I am staring at a pair of, hyper-striated, and deeply grooved pectoral muscles! I am so preoccupied with the gob-stopping muscle of a girl I don’t even notice the patio door open. Without a word Tanya marches right past me. I quickly stuff the phone in my pocket and follow Dale to the other side of the patio.
“Jeeezus Christ, that’s impossible! Look at the size of Sheila’s arm! How is she so god damn strong!?” Tanya gasps
Fucking hell, how CAN a she be this strong!? I cannot believe what I’m seeing, the weightlifter’s arm is almost as big as my head! The swollen bicep is bigger than any muscle in my entire body including my hamstrings! The redhead’s mammoth arm is at it’s bursting point. No female should ever be this strong… especially a fucking teenaged girl! Both Sheila’s and my eyes are open wide in disbelief. Disbelief as her arm is yielding towards Violet! How can a 51 year old massive muscle woman possibly concede anything to a girl not even a third her age!? Despite being stronger the power-lifter is worse from the wear. Sheila is flushed, her thin light gray undershirt is now dark gray along the front, soaked like the girl’s, but instead of pool water, hers is drenched in sweat. The teen managed to elicit 4 minutes of prodigious strain from the older woman. I didn’t think the girl could make the weightlifter even break a sweat let alone drench her in it. It’s terrifying to think this small girl will be as strong as a nationally ranked, heavy-weight power-lifter in a few years, hell maybe even by the time she graduates high school!
“Play time is over you little high school bitch!”
Sheila lets out a thunderous roar as she turns her bombastic chest to the sky summoning her awesome strength. The massive woman’s enormous breasts stretch the low-cut neckline giving a spectacular view of her G-cup cleavage. The power-lifter’s titanic effort is rewarded; Violet’s arm relents to the onslaught and is pulled away giving the grown woman the advantage again. The camera light is blaring in the teen’s eyes, their arms are perfectly centered on the bar top without an advantage either way. Both the ladies forearms jostle and sway almost as if they were dancing. The weightlifter’s arm is nearly 20 inches around, but the adolescent’s bulges so high it looks like a mountain of angry flesh. They are bigger than ever! The split peak of her terrifying bicep has a second head of bulging muscle! Their arms quake with the power of two hydraulic presses trying to destroy the other, they shake so hard and fast they vibrate!
“I’m taking my jacket and YOUR phone Ms. Lords ” Violet strains out between tightly clenched teeth
Sheila’s eyes narrow, then bulge! The weightlifter’s humungous arm is quaking with power but cannot keep the girl’s from bending it! Tanya gasps as their arms twist towards Violet! The weightlifter’s bicep is immense, and round, with a thin layer of fat that makes it look like an over-ripened cantaloupe. How is the gigantic muscle yielding!? Violet pushes the powerful woman past the starting point, and then some. Sheila’s entire body is quivering, overwhelmed by the teenager’s unrelenting strength. The phone’s light is jostling as it travels down the girl’s body. The light is pointed directly down Violet’s soaked shirt as she pulls Sheila’s arm three quarters of the way toward herself. The teen flexes her pecs making them bulge tremendously, I can hear Paula gasp from my pocket forgetting she was even watching.
“Is that Mrs. Kelly and…you?”
Oh no, Violet can see the phone’s screen now showing the video call to Paula and myself!
The little brat looks over her shoulder directly at me with a wicked grin.
“Mr. Kelly, Ms. Lords arms are SO big and SO strong, they are like the size of Hulk Hogan’s. Before we started I was hoping to at least last long enough to give these giant arms a little bit of challenge. Tell me Ms. Lords. Do you feel a little… challenged?”
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Well, I think the thing is, Violet is a fairly emotional girl, and when she is personally challenged or insulted, she seems to get a surge of power, she's like a non-green version of the Incredible Hulk, I now think the only reason why Violet lost the arm-wrestling match was Sheila used her size and weight advantages, and probably had more experience and technique knowledge in arm-wrestling, Violet may be stronger, this next chapter should be very telling in that regard. My question, if there's any possibility at all of Violet overhead pressing Sheila and tossing her in the pool, that would be beyond awesome to me! Not demanding, respectfully wishing. Keep up the great work! k+!
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Violet seems almost unstoppable unless you borderline cheat against her. You do not want to piss her off and then fight on equal footing. People tend to get hurt and traumatized that way. Loving the story, as well as the frequent updates!
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#19 Get A Grip
Adam’s POV
I catch Tanya from the corner of my eye grab her husband’s upper arm squeezing it, clearly comparing it to the girl’s. Dale is oblivious, completely engrossed in the battle. He wasn’t kidding, that a teenager could steal his wife if she wanted to! The little brat looks over her shoulder directly at me with a wicked grin.
“Come here Mr. Kelly and tell me if my arms are bigger now than 9 months ago.”
I am bigger and stronger since then too, but I feel just as frail as I did that night… I do as I am told. I approach her with my stomach is in my throat.
“Go ahead Mr. Kelly, grab it.”
My hand is shaking as I slowly reach out. Violet rolls her eyes in annoyance, but I don’t know what she wants. I still can’t grab her arm, I am too nervous. It is the same arm that quite literately single handedly out-muscled my wife’s entire being.
“Here Mr. Kelly. Is this better?”
The little miscreant actually relaxes her bicep. I have no choice, I cup the young girl’s immense faux leather covered bicep filling my entire hand.
“Go ahead Mr. Kelly squeeze it.”
I tighten my grip over it. I grab onto Paula’s biceps all the time, there is nothing better than a little reverse cowgirl bicep groping. When we are going at it she will flex every single muscle on her body and there are times I hit my climax and squeezed those bad boys hard and it’s enough to make her wince. My forearms are strong now, it is the only time Paula ever told me I had to mind my strength with her. My wife’s flexed biceps are like squeezing softballs, firm with little give. This isn’t Paula’s bicep... Even relaxed Violet’s is so substantial I feel like I am squeezing a spare tire, giving only a slight yield unflexed.
“Isn’t it pretty firm Mr. Kelly? This might have be strong enough to beat your wife. But against Ms. Lords I needed… more.”
Violet’s bicep explodes in my hand! I just felt a mountain burst through a hill! I not only gasp, I shudder at the horrific manifestation obliterating my strong grip. Violet smirks at my obvious distress. Her muscle is not firm, it is petrified, I may as well try to crush a Q-Ball!
“Come on and squeeze Mr. Kelly”
There is no way I can dent the belly of her muscle, but I can crush her peak. I let go of the monstrous main bicep and attack the half golf ball sized protrusion at the top of her bicep with both hands. I wrap my fingers behind it and drive both thumbs into the peak.
“Hey!”
I got her! Violet relents and their arms jostle back towards Sheila! The power-lifter, still with her head down and eyes closed lets out a whisper of “yes” under her breath. Violet sneers at me but I squeeze even harder making her muscle compress a little more. At the same time Sheila leans back putting her weight into pulling her arm and phone back to herself. Our combined attack is pulling the horrific bicep of the teen apart, the head of the peak is becoming easier to crush as it stretches. Violet screams out and Sheila’s energy is renewed. Sheila’s enormous 19 inch bicep swells, the fat ball of muscle is the size of a grapefruit! It is much larger than Violet’s but there is a generous amount of flesh around it where the teen’s has damn near zero fat. Sheila uses all 200 lbs pulling backwards trying to break free from the teen’s grip. Violet is stretched far across the bar top, her arm is nearly straight, at the elbow. The teen screams and pulls at Sheila’s wrist still determined to get the woman’s phone. The 200 lbs woman’s feet slide a bit on the patio. Sheila unexpectedly lets go of the jacket under the table and heaves, the surprise release of the letterman throws Violet off balance and Sheila uses her free hand to grab the pergola’s post behind her, tearing Violet’s bicep from my grip.
The teen is caught off guard and is pulled across the bar top! Violet throws the jacket and grabs the ledge trying desperately to not get pulled all the way over the tall bar! Sheila pulls with fearsome strength on both the post behind her and Violet bringing her powerful, 19 inch arms towards each other, as she does the much smaller girl is getting crammed harder against the bar top. First the teen’s chest, then the top of her abs roll against the ledge wringing out her soaked shirt onto the concrete. Violet’s waterlogged sneakers trickle onto the patio as her feet leave the ground! The teen screams out and raises her knees pressing them to the underside of the bar ledge anchoring herself in the air!
Violet’s abdomen flattens against the wooden surface as she is dragged across by the massive Sheila. The power-lifter’s arms pulling on both ends are coming together, her mighty pecs are making her giant tits rise and bulge against the thin, gray undershirt. The strength of her chest is ridiculous, beneath those huge knockers are pecs bigger than most woman’s breasts, she benches 285 for reps and has a 315 lbs max. The teen cries out as her core muscles are getting torn apart by a woman so powerful she has ripped a door off of an F150 after lifting it off it’s rear wheels in a fit of rage towards an ex-lover. He was a huge mountain of a man and she made him scream for mercy like a child in her bear hug before passing out and having 3 ribs broken. Sheila is the only person I have seen that is able to clear the entire stack on the pec-deck machine at our gym. The crushing power she can generate from her chest is unfathomable and she is using it to tear apart a teen girl a third her age. Violet’s knuckles are white trying to keep her grip on Sheila’s wrist. The kid turns her face to the sky and curls with all her might! Sheila grunts as her arms start to separate slightly! The terrible throbbing muscle attached to the girl is rising. The power-lifter’s arms are getting pulled further and further apart. Sheila hunches and powers her arms together in a massive chest fly pulling at both the post and Violet. The red-head’s massive pecs press her giant breasts out so far they stretch her tank-top’s neck wide making the top of her areolas peek above the ribbed, gray neckline. The woman’s pectoral muscles are clearly visible behind her mammoth tits, they must be 2 inches deep of pure muscle. The thick chest pads are flexing and twitching as if holding the whole stack of plates on the pec deck machine. Veins are bulging from the freshman’s arm as tears begin to roll down her cheeks.
“NO!”
Sheila’s breasts are trembling as her flexed arms are getting forced apart! The giant woman’s pecs are rescinding and her breasts are descending as the two prodigious muscles begin to submit! Sheila is being bullied out of her heroic flex by the bicep of a teen!
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What incredible strength by a girl who is what, 16 years old at the most? It took Adam helping Sheila for them to have an advantage at all over Violet, and that was for a moment, because it seems that Violet is regaining control, over a woman who is a foot taller than her and weighs 60 pounds more than her. So impressive that she can do anything against her, much less overpower her, but it looks to be happening. Wonder what Violet's bench press is? Most likely a record for females at the school, once again, I look forward to more! k+!
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#20 Phoning It In
Adam’s POV
Violet turns to me, staring me in the eyes with malice.
“You never told me Mr. Kelly. Are my arms bigger since you saw them?”
Violet raises her fist again for a slow, tormenting flex.
“I guess size doesn’t always matter, look at what I did to Ms. Lords’. I thought I beat your wife because my arms were so much bigger than hers. I mean it must have been real embarrassing for her to call herself a bodybuilder and then get out-flexed by a little girl. Does she still call herself a bodybuilder Mr. Kelly?”
Ouch, that hurt my soul. I am suddenly back to that night again watching Paula beam with pride as she flexed her arm only to see all those years of working out made a joke by some little punk school girl. The bitch was right. My wife is bigger, stronger, and more ripped than she has ever been in her life but now that I think about it she has not mentioned competing or once referred to herself as a physique competitor or bodybuilder since that night. Violet’s bicep literally cast a shadow on Paula’s that night and she’s been under that shadow ever since.
“Oh my GOD!” Sheila cries out!
Sheila’s advantage of leverage, weight, and 35 years of power-lifting are not enough to overcome the teen’s almighty, monstrous arm! Violet smiles as she begins to slowly force the 200 pound woman erect by raising their arms upwards into the hunched weightlifter! Violet doesn’t have technique, or tricks; the school girl is simply stronger than the seasoned weightlifter. Sheila’s finely-tuned, methodically cultivated muscle is outclassed by the crude, raw power of an adolescent girl! The woman’s round, cantaloupe sized bicep is flush red and quaking against the angular, peaked of the teen. The girl broke the muscular powerhouse’s spirit so soundly her casual strength alone is now enough to keep every ounce of the weightlifter’s waning strength in check.
“Oh my god” Tanya moans
Sheila’s entire body is starting to tremble as the teen methodically pulls her giant, trembling arm half way down towards her. Violet isn’t even paying attention to Sheila anymore, her focus is now on the enamored birthday girl. Violet lets Sheila pull their arms towards herself well past the halfway point in her favor before stopping them inches from the exhausted red-head. With a wink to Tanya she curls her arm back taking the power-lifter’s hand and spirit with her making her teen bicep soar while forcing the woman’s flat. Tanya shivers and gasps at Violet’s display. Sheila is completely spent, deleterious from fatigue I can’t help but feel sorry for the woman looking every bit of her age. Will her spirit forever be under the thumb of the teen after tonight as well? Just like Paula that fateful night she hasn’t come to realize that she is no longer a challenge or a threat, she in now just a prop to be used at this young girl’s pleasure to demonstrate both the physical and mental power she has over the gathering of adults.
“I don’t want that light in my face Ms. Lords”
The teen strong-arm’s Sheila’s outstretched arm, twisting her wrist in her grip. The phone is turned to the side with the camera now pointed at me.
The teen muscles the top of the phone sideways between her chest. Her pecs are so jacked she can bury two inches before hitting her sternum.
“My god!” I hear Paula say from my pocket
“Are you going to pay for my phone Mrs. Lords or do you want to take this to the yard and I make you REALLY pay?”
The exhausted, sweat drench, Sheila looking every bit of her 51 years eye well up.
“yes…”
“Yes WHAT Sheila?”
It’s the first time I have heard Violet call any adult by their first name. She is shoving her authority down Sheila’s throat to make her sure her point is very clear.
“Yes. I will pay for your phone… I am sorry”
“Say goodbye Mrs. Kelly.” Violet sneers
The teen unleashed a jarring chest flex. The bright light is snuffed out completely.
*crumble*
A muffled crack as Violet breaks the screen with her chest!
Tears silently stream down Sheila’s cheeks. Her gigantic, powerful muscles failed to stop a kid who stripped her of her record and now dignity. The larger than life, bombastic, power-lifter has bullied into submission in front of everyone… including Paula.
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I love the fact that you're making these chapters so short, but packing them with so much action and punch so to speak. I love what is going on here, Sheila being overpowered and dominated by someone so much smaller and younger than her. The thing that would make it even better is in a last show of her superiority and dominance, Violet steps right up to Shelia, lifts her huge body over her head, and tosses her in the pool, that would be so incredible, I don't know what I'd do. Keep it up, WW, you have a winner here. k+!
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Violet sees absolutely unstoppable. I'll look forward to the other women, at least trying, to catch up. It seems like an uphill battle. Damn Violets pecs seem deadly. Wouldn't mind "seeing" more of them in action. I'm so hooked on this series. Great work.
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#21 Like and Subscribe
Adam’s POV
I am finishing up my Christmas shopping at the mall, with just one stop left to get Paula something from the fitness shop. I arrive at Shredded Gear Fitness without anything in particular in mind, but thanks to Paula I have know the owner for years and he will be able to point me in the right direction for a good gift. Shredded Gear Fitness is a relatively famous (among meat-heads) bodybuilding shop with supplements, some workout items, fitness wear, stage wear like bedazzled posing bikinis and bright men’s thongs for competitions. It is kind of the Texas mecca for armature and pro fitness models, bodybuilders, etc.
The store is pretty empty this early in the afternoon, but they have a couple of VIP guests chatting up the owner who everyone refers to as Popeye. I wont drop names but if you ever picked up a Muscle Mag, Muscle and Fitness, or WPW you would at the very least recognize their faces. I’m going to refer to them as Debbie and Jay. I am surprised to see they are kind of short. She is about 5’1” and he might be 5’6” at most. Besides the crows feet and a little loose skin around the neck they look just as ripped as they were 15-20 years ago. I overhead them talking about them competing in the “Holly Jolly and Jacked” show in Houston tonight. It’s cool that they’re married and still competing together. I guess what else are you going to do if that’s all you know? They are a couple of the biggest names to ever walk the stage and surely have a good amount of sponsors, so why not?
They shake hands with Popeye and he heads towards me.
“What can I do you for young man?” he says with a jovial tone
“Hey Popeye, just looking to get something for the wife, I’m hoping you can help me out.”
“Did you see these two?” He gestures to the famous guests
“Did I hear they competing in a show tonight?” I ask
“No, just him tonight, but she could jump on stage as is and still place. Those two have been at it for 20 years and still bringing home trophies.” He says shaking his head
“Yeah it’s pretty cool to see them in person, they look like they haven’t missed a beat.”
“You should see them up close, especially Jay in his peak form for the show tonight. I am beginning to wonder if they sold their souls to the devil. Let me show you around to some things she might like.” He smiles
He is taking me to some of the workout devices. Some of them are gimmicky, most are way too overpriced, but there is a blender/juicer that might be the one I put under the tree.
“You know they’re the best in the game when even the youngins recognize them” He laughs pointing his chin to them
Son of a bitch! While Popeye is chatting me up, they are having their own chat… with a teen girl, and freaking Violet!
“.… because it’s really… I have… years now”
I have no idea what Popeye is even saying anymore. I am just nodding along, I cannot concentrate on anything except the couple and the girls across the store. Violet is in jeans and a rainbow striped long sleeved shirt with her hair in pigtails, and her friend is wearing a movie theater uniform made up of a maroon polo and kakis. Her friend has the build of like a normal girl. It’s good to know there isn’t some sort of mutagen spill creating Teenage Mutant Muscle Midgets ™ running through town.
“This is the newest… last week… worth every penny.”
“uh huh”
“There is a… with a 3 year warranty… ”
Violet is holding an identical bikini to the one Debbie is purchasing but in a light blue instead of red. The teen gestures to Debbie’s arm to flex for her but she shakes her head no. The friend of Violet says something to the FBB star that makes her roll her eyes. The friend is still talking and pointing at bedazzled red bikini in Violet’s hand. Debbie looks bemused. Then the friend holds up 4 fingers. Mr. and Mrs. Olympia give each other an amused shrug. Violet walks behind the protein power display case and puts her hand up challenging the professional bodybuilder to an arm wresting! The 3 time Mrs. Olympian gladly accepts the challenge.
The friend counts to three and their arms jostle.
“Is that all you got young lady? Keep hitting the gym.” The older woman said loud enough for me to actually hear.
About 5 seconds later the bodybuilder presses Violets hand to the display. Thank god, I know how strong the girl is but that would have been ridiculous. Violet looks dejected and takes her baby blue posing suit to the register. Both teens wait for the couple to check out and Violet’s friend waves them to follow her.
“You know what man, I feel pretty silly but I forgot my wallet in the car. Please put the blender to the side I will be back.” I say to Popeye
It’s all I could think of to leave and follow them into the mall. They head for the movie theater as I keep a few paces behind. It looks like the theater is getting ready to open shortly. The girl says something to the two boys in the ticket booth away from couple and her friend gesturing to Violet and Debbie. The teen ushers look giddy and just nod before letting them all in. The boys look at each other super excited about something. The taller one is texting furiously on his phone and the other pulls out a laptop. I have to try to get into the theater. I walk up to the ticket booth but the tall one is engrossed on some message he is sending from his phone and the other has his back to me pulling up a social media site. I was about to say something but stopped. There is a live feed on the laptop of one of the movie screens. It is empty, there is a table on the stage in front of the blank screen. The two girls and the bodybuilder couple are walking down the isle. I take note of the streamer’s account @KikiQT*** and walk off before I am noticed. I pull out my phone and go the site and ID. There it is! It’s an open live stream, I have total access! I leave before I am ever noticed by the boys. I quickly get to my car in the parking garage, thankfully I still have a good enough signal here.
It looks like I did not miss much, the three of them are on the stage in front of the giant projection screen. The camera has the stage framed perfectly, but it is a split screen. On the right side is showing Youtube highlights of the famous bodybuilders starting in 1999, 2000, 2001, etc. up until their latest show. They have truly not missed a step. Their faces are older but their astounding bodies seem timeless. Maybe Popeye was right, maybe they did sell their souls to the devil. The split screen then disappears now just showing the stage. Violet walks up the stairway wearing her new jacket but still carrying the Shredded Gear Fitness bag as the audio kicks in. I open up the chat window and immediately regret it, it is rapidly scrolling teen gibberish up the side of the screen, but the couple’s stats are pinned to the top of the comments.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-This is not even close
-This has to be up to $500 on this already
-More lije $700
-Damn look at dem
-SWOOOOOLLLLL
-Those r both dudes
-That old bitch could whip all there asses
-8======>
-*They’re
-No damn way this is even a mothfuking nothing bout it
-english?
-FUUUCCCKKKK UUUUUU!!!!
-daddy chill
“Yup, my manager is coming with the four free tickets. I just thought you would like to see the screen while he is getting them.” The girl says clearly to Jay, the audio is very good.
Just then Debbie walks out in the red bikini top from the store to apparently rub it in a bit.
“I really wanted the red one, too bad we wear the same size Mrs. Coulter.” Violet says to the FBB
“A deals a deal honey, for god knows what reason you wanted to arm wrestle me for it but you lost. The red is mine and four free movies tickets from your friend.”
“You look tired sir. Would you like to sit down?” Violet’s friend says to Jay
“My husband is preforming at a bodybuilding show tonight girls. I’ll let you in a secret. All of those huge bodybuilders are never more weaker than when they are on stage looking the strongest. You have to starve yourself months leading up to the show and then eat and drink nothing 24 hours before to make your yourself look as cut as possible showing off every muscle and vein.”
“I heard that bodybuilders are like not all that strong to being with, it’s all for show anyways.” Violet says
“Oh I assure you my husband and I a PLENTY strong, that’s just fake news jealous snowflakes like to say. Do these look weak to you?”
The muti-champion female bodybuilder smiles and gives the teens a million dollar double bicep flex in her new bikini top.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-OHSHIIIIIIIIT!!!!
-grandma is yuge
-Worst handy ever!
-her dick is probobly bigger than mine
“That’s pretty good. I have been working out for four years and I have muscles too.” Violet says in a tiny voice shaking her pigtails
Violet strips off her jacket, to reveal her track and field practice uniform; a loose tank top and a white sports bra beneath. Debbie’s eyes betray her, she clearly wasn’t expecting the little girl to have shoulders and arms like hers. They are just about the same height and the teen gets in real close. Violet raises her arms and steps close to Debbie hitting the same double bicep pose, her arms only a few inches in front of the world renown bodybuilder’s. The teen’s arms swell up, her biceps aren’t as sharply peaked as they were 9 months ago, they don’t even rise above her large shoulder caps, but they are still almost as big, and the Mrs. Olympia’s biceps are the best of a generation! The comments are going nuts.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-DAAAMNNN!!!
-they almost as swol
-Girl is a beast
-Little Arne
“Who is bigger Mr. Coulter?” Violet asks Jay
The male bodybuilder gets behind Violet with a smile and crouches down as if was closer than it was to placate the little girl.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-He is playing her it ain’t close
-grandma got her
-It is close but the the girl lost
-old lady won what he gonna say????
“It a really big arm hun, especially for your age but I’m afraid my wife has you pretty well beat.” Jay says in a tongue-in-cheek, patronizing but friendly tone.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-Hahaha
-If she was my wife I wount piss piss her off either
Violet turns her palms to the ceiling and arms swell a bit larger.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-Bruh she might be as big!!!
-Look at dudes face!
-cant tell whos bigger now
-bad angle
-hers
-???
The friend pulls out her phone and starts taking video from behind Debbie. The screen splits again clearly from the friend’s prospective.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-Kiki to the rescue
-xoxoxo kiki
-now I really can’t tell
-srsly
From a head on look they really do look almost even, but Debbie is still the champ.
“I read you have 14 inch biceps Mrs. Coulter… Me too I use”
“They are actually 14 and a half. Now mind your manners little girl.” Debbie says cutting Violet off
The famed bodybuilder has a smug grin on her face and leans forward nose to nose with the teen.
“MY manners? I was the one interrupted. I was trying to say I had 14 inch arms too…”
“Yup I would say about 14 inches. Close but no cigar little missy.” Debbie gloats
“As I was saying… I had 14 inch arms too…when I was fourteen!”
Violet straightens her hands, finger pointing up. The teen’s insane biceps surge not just as big, but bigger! The blue sleeves creak so loud you can hear it.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-old school got schooled!!!
-I cant believe shes in my grade and bigger than me!
-I can’t believe she is 2 grads younger and bigger than me!
-Wat school?
-shawty repin
-With pigtails whe looks like she is in 3 rd grade LOL
The champion bodybuilder lowers her forearms and snaps them back up again. Debbie hits the double bi’ flex so hard her arms shake! Now it’s the senior FBB stepping in closer, pressing her tits hard against Violet’s chest. The girl looks at their arms and grins. They are so close in size but the older, trembling mounds just can’t quite match her younger ones no matter how hard the famous woman tries. Debbie is furiously willing herself to match the teen’s arms while the girl looks… amused. Debbie sneers and presses her chest harder into the girl’s trying to shove her back. Violet squares her shoulders and leans into the push. Debbie’s breasts are mushrooming against the teen’s pecs as they are literally nose to nose!
“Did you forget I kicked your ass arm wrestling?” Debbie growled
“Do you really think I was trying to win?”
Violet says looking smugly gesturing to their arms now nearly touching. The pro-bodybuilder pulls her fists to her temples and her monster arms QUAKE with exertion! The teen’s are only a little taller but it is undeniable. The champion bodybuilder presses forward knocking Violet back a step before bumping up against the muscle bound wall that is Jay.
“You lost the pose down to a little girl Mrs. Coulter and your husband just watched me do it to you.” Violet says tilting her head to Jay
“She beat you in arm wrestling pretty easy and you WERE trying.” Jay says with a stern tone looking down on her
“Trying like I am now? What did your wife say to me? That’s right: Is that all you got mighty mouse? Keep hitting the gym.”
The school girl pulls her fists to her temples and her larger biceps surge even more! She was holding back, the teen’s biceps majestically tower over the older woman’s! Debbie opens her fists silently challenging Violet to a test of strength. The teen accepts entwining her grip with the bodybuilding super-star.
Their arms waiver back and forth, nose to nose, chest to chest. Debbie’s thick, tanned muscles on her magnificent body are fully flexed to overwhelm the teen. The professional bodybuilder is a goddess of power but she is the one stepping back! The girl is the one with momentum, Violet is bullying the FBB to the edge of the stage. Their arms stretch wide to the sides, slowly lowering to their hips and then straight down parallel to their bodies, entwined fists pointed to the floor.
Violet’s forearms flair and Debbie yelps, her face wincing in pain as her wrists are getting bent back, her palms are forced down as the teen curls her palms up.
“Ow, stop it you little bitch!”
“Then say mercy”
“Fuck you, you brat!”
Violet leans back and Debbie leans forward, not breaking their full body contact, not allowing her wrists to be bent back any further.
“You got this babe! She is just a girl, you are stronger than her!” Jay cheers on his wife
“Give me the suit and I won’t prove him wrong” Violet sneers
“Your forearms might be strong, but you sure as hell are not stronger than me.” Debbie sneers just as quietly
Violet’s biceps explode and all of Debbie’s 153 lbs rise with ease up her body!
“You’re breaking my fucking wrists!!!” The bodybuilder screams
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Almost seems like, earlier trouble came to her, but now she actively sought out a confrontation with Debbie? Poor Debbie taken down a peg, or two, by a much younger girl. Already wondering how this will affect Paula, or if she'll remain ignorant of the confrontation. Would've been funny if he also bought the same bikini for Paula, and she later met Violet wearing the same one... but filling it better. He better go with the blender, me thinks :funny:
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I know it won't do anything to further the story really, but I would love to see how Violet interacts with someone who treats her with respect and admires the work she puts in. So far every interaction she's had seems to be a backlash against someone who let their competitive drive get in the wash of basic human decency.
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Nice, but yeah, I kind of agree with WZ, I wonder how Violet would act if she met someone who liked her muscles and wanted to see her strength with great awe and respect right from the start, instead of insulting and challenging from the beginning. Not that I mind what has happened so far, because it has allowed us to see her incredible strength and big, ripped muscle. So yeah, I look forward to more! k+!
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Thanks guys I am very glad you like it so far, I don't know if admiration is in Violet's future but she is certainly getting cockier.
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#22 Jay Date
Adam's POV
The teen manages to curl her fists up to her chest hoisting Debbie two feet in the air before Jay comes to the rescue grabbing onto the girl’s wrists from behind! His wife falls to the ground, but Violet does not let go of her hands even as Jay pulls them out to her sides in a crucifix pose.
“Let her go!” Jay demands
The professional bodybuilder’s 20 inch arms bloat to their full, astounding size! On his short arms they look beyond jacked, they are huge grapefruit sized biceps with jaunting horseshoe triceps, veins are crisscrossing and wrapping around his arms under his paper-thin skin. Violet bares her teeth and takes a deep breath, Jay closes his eyes and their arms stop pulling outwards! The ox of a man is in a spaghetti strapped yellow tank top and his “rival” is in her school’s track and field practice uniform and white sports bra. I know the champion bodybuilder is malnourished and probably dehydrated for the show but it is still a sight I cannot wrap my mind around. A small girl was battling the most famous bodybuilding couple of all time at the same time!
Violet’s friend Kiki circles around with her phone giving us the view over and behind Debbie as the FBB is on her knees. The views are now at 3,981 and the comments are coming in at lighting speed.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-Shawty is monster!
-OOOOHHHH FUUUCCCKKKK! SHE IS TAKING BOTH THER ASS ON!
-I think old girl is crying on her knees and old man can’t help her!
-FAKE!
-Look at dude’s face no one acts that good!!
Jay bares his teeth as he sets his oversized jaw. Beads of sweat are beginning to make their way down both Violet’s and his temples.
“I said let go you little cunt!” Jay screams
Violet’s eyes narrow, she looks directly at the camera and gives a look that literally make my hairs stand on end. The comments are going wild, but I cannot take my eyes away from the closeup of their upper bodies. Both the man and girl are now pouring sweat from their heads, down their necks and to their chests. Jay’ colossal arms are pulsating, a new vein is forming before our very eyes running from his right shoulder to his inner bicep.
“You were right… your husband really is weak before a show.”
The 210 lbs champion bodybuilder’s arms are bending to Violet’s will! The school girl is showing off her inhuman strength to over 4,000 awed viewers as she overpowers the trembling 20 inch arms! He is fighting with all he has but her snarled lips are turning into a grin as she is becoming more confident by the second! Violet’s peaks drive higher the tighter she pulls in her forearms overwhelming both Jay and his wife! The naked, throbbing muscles mock Debbie’s trembling arms, eclipsing the huge, famous arms of the world class female bodybuilder as her husband fails to save her from her teen tormentor!
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 48 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 29 inch thighs, chest 51 inches, 55 years old
-HOOOOLLLLLYYYYYSHHHHHIIIIIITTTT!!!!
-those aint fucking real!
-pwn’d!
-Grandma got ranover by a raindeer!!!!
- BAM!!!
-Both they old arms is trembling like bitches
“Give me the red bikini and I’ll let you go” Violet demands
“Fine, it’s yours! PLEASE let go!” Debbie cries out!
Violet let go of the female bodybuilder’s hands and she crumpled to the ground. The older woman is crying as she tries to nurse her wrists!
“Fuck that, you’re not getting shit bitch!” Jay yells
The pro-bodybuilder rears back his head and screams out as he pulls the girl’s arms apart to their sides again, stretching her arms out wide parallel to the floor, Jay then entwines his fingers in hers.
“Tear her arms off Bulky-Bear!” Debbie screams to her muscle-bound husband
“Come on Baby-Bear and pull them right off” Violet says with a devilish grin
Violet raises her chest to the ceiling. Veins emerge from Jay’ throat, he jaw clenches hard. Their arms are wavering, he is silent, but has a look of pure determination.
“Baby-Bea, Baby-Bear is very, very strong. He really is trying to pull my arms off.”
Violet takes another step forward towards Debbie, the fallen bodybuilder’s butt is at the very edge of the stage. Jay is pulling on the teen’s arms from behind to give his wife space to get up pulling Violet’s arms wide and back. Violet plants her left foot between his legs resisting his force. The school girl pulls forward hard, her chest is pointing down at Debbie’s face. Violet lets out a high pitched grunt and forces her arms forward. The girl’s chest is beginning to form, the groove down the center is becoming more prominent. Jay lets out a a small grunt and slides forward! The teen girl is pulling her arms forward and her pecs bulge outwards. The teenager is giving the poor woman an up close view of her pecs inches from her face as her powerful arms pull her husband against her young back. Violet looks at the female bodybuilder's chest, then her own comparing the two. The teens chest is thicker! Debbie looks terrified as the school girl preforms a ghastly most muscular pose over her cowering body.
“Bulky-Bear PLEASE get her away from me!”
His wife’s panicked scream causes the bodybuilder to change tactics. Jay places his knee in the small of the teen’s back and rears backwards. Violet cries out as she is pulled erect into another crucifix pose, with his knee buried into her spine!
“That’s right, break that bitch Bulky-Bear!”
Debbie is still at the edge of the stage with no way to get out but isn’t so timid without the teen hunched over her.
A blinding light bathes everyone on the stage
“Got it!” a distance voice shouts just before the camera goes dark…
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Really interesting, could this have been set-up, just to mess with Andy, Paula and Sheila, or is this really happening, I am wondering because of the last line, Got it could be looked at many different ways. While it could entirely be possible that Violet could've been overpowering two weakened bodybuilders who have been dieting hard and starving themselves in order to bring out the muscle separation more, they shouldn't be weak as kittens, against a girl so much smaller than themselves. But yeah, I'm still looking forward to more of Violet and her tremendous teen muscles. k+!
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Hot Damn, my dude.
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#23 They’re Pissed
Adam's POV
Got what? Is that it? Did they get busted? Did Kiki’s phone die? The comments are just as confused as I am.
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 49 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 30 inch thighs, chest 55 inches, 48 years old
-what is going on?
-WTF!
-Kiki wtf!?
The screen comes back to life with a completely different angle. If is from far back in the seats. Kiki is now standing in front of the stage looking up at the action from below recording them. The camera is too far back, the four of them are barley in frame at the bottom left hand corner. Suddenly the gigantic movie theater screen comes to life showing Violet and the couple 25 feet tall and in high definition!
*Debbie 5’1” 153 lbs, 14.5 inch arms, 23 inch thighs, 42 inch chest, 49 years old
*Jay 5’6” 210 lbs, 20 inch arms, 30 inch thighs, chest 55 inches, 51 years old
-DAAMMMMMNNN!
-Oh shit I can see every vein!
-Damn they got the hole theater screen!
The view count is now up to 8567 and climbing!
Violet is still in the crucifix pose, arms stretched wide by the powerful, champion bodybuilder. He no longer has his knee in her back nor does he need to, the teen is firmly under his control. Kiki zooms in tight, on the giant screen you can see every hair, pore, and freckle. Jay looks older than I realized, more wrinkles and gray hairs than I could make out before but now I and everyone else can clearly see just how he won all of those titles. He is an absolute beast, he has the body only someone that has abused steroids for decades could achieve. Every muscle is fantastical in size and shape, each is massive, prominent, and clearly defined. He looks like he was drawn by Stan Lee, appearing more like a ridiculously overdrawn comic book hero than a human. It is such a surreal sight, there is a monster of a man holding a girl’s arms wide to her sides in a punishing grip. Any casual observer would be aghast and immediately intervene or call the cops because Violet does not look like a comic book hero, she looks like young girl with a face that could make you believe she was a freshman in college, in high school or a middle schooler depending on her makeup and hair style. She is in pigtails…
“Tear her fucking arms off Jay!” Debbie yells from the floor of the stage.
The command was obeyed, their arms widen even further to the point Violet’s arm are at their limit, and arrow straight. Jay is actually not much taller than the girl, 3, maybe 4 inches, but the extra length and of course strength in his arms are punishing the young girl. Violet groans in pain, she really looks like a little girl, I would feel bad if I wasn’t so aware of what that little girl is capable of. Jay grits his teeth, and he is tilting his head down with his eye tightly shut in pure concentration. His breaths are becoming shallow and rapid. It’s the same look and sound the bros at the gym make revving themselves up just before they bench press some ungodly amount of weight.
“Hell yeah Bulky-Bear, do to her arms what she did to my wrists!”
He looks down to his wife it amps him up so hard he looks like he is about to explode. His determined face is red and spittle is spraying the back of Violet’s head. Jesus, I think he really is going to rip off her arms! Debbie cheers on her monster of a husband as she locks her icy eyes with Violet’s. Even though she is the one trapped on the ground the champion FBB grins wickedly up at the teen with loathing malice. Debbie knows her husband is getting ready to f…
“AAhahaaahhhhhhh!”
The muscle bound beast lets out a roar so deep and loud it actually makes Kiki drop her phone!
“EeeeeeEEE!!!”
Now it is Violet screaming in a high pitched squeal. I cringe at the thought her arms actually being torn from their sockets, I hate her but that’s fucked up and I’m glad Kiki dropped the phone, no need to actually see it. Hearing Violet scream like that is enough.Kiki refocuses, thankfully the zoom is high giving only a tight shot of their faces. Both he and Violet are bearing their teeth, flush red and drenched in sweat. The bodybuilder’s crimson face is a mask of determined anger and the teen’s strained anguish.
Violet's elbow bends! All that hyping up wasn't for what he was about to do, he was fighting off the girl's astonishing power! The teen's forearms creep higher at a glacier’s pace, but unmistakably. Jay’s face goes from determined to hatred! He is straining with all his might.
“Bulky-Bear fight her!”
His wife was pleading with him to stop the teenage girl! The pathetic cry sends Jay into a wild ‘roid fueled rage!
“I’ll fucking brake your god damn arms you fucking cunt! AAAaaaahhhhhhh!!!”
The bodybuilder's arms explode crisscrossed with a dozen different veins! Every fiber is visible under his tissue thin skin due his dehydration, and starvation. His 20 inch arms are quaking with animalistic power, 30 years of steroids courses through his thundering muscles as he screams out in rage!
Violet looks to the bride of this monster and… smiles! Debbie’s eyes widened in disbelief, then terror as the girl starts to curl her arms into a double-bicep pose. She is watching her husband burst into an all out explosion of testosterone pumped thrashing, stretching her arms as hard as he can only to witness the little girl calmly out-muscle him right out of it! Debbie looks completely crestfallen at her mighty bodybuilding champion pouring sweat, with tears rolling out of his tightly shut eyes as his over-exerted body trembles.
“Are you okay Baby-Bear? I can feel your big, strong muscles shivering against my back.”
Violet’s arms are at 45 degrees and her biceps are already bulging. The deeply grooved, pulsating splits of her biceps gives away just how much power she is battling from the pro bodybuilder. Jay raises his leg and jams his knee into her back again, rearing back. Violet's arms are pulled back a few inches then stop abruptly. Jay gives a whimpering gasp as his arms start to yield! Hearing the pathetic whine from her mighty husband makes Debbie’s eyes well up with tears. Violet’s chest swells as the champion’s arms bend to her will.
“Come on baby-bear, stop me”
He can’t, his mighty body is submitting to her power as the teen pulls him is closer to her own. Jay’s raised knee slips to Violet’s side, resting on her hip as he is pulled firmly against the teen’s back.
“You are shaking like a little leaf back there Baby-Bear.”
His muscle bound wife put her hand over her mouth in horror and she starts to tremble as well! Violet spins around lightening quick and hooks Jay' raised right leg with her arm and the other hooks behind his neck. She stands erect and heaves the 210 lb man up awkwardly under his right thigh! Jay' hamstring rests in the crook of Violet's left arm and the back of his neck is forced into the crook of her right, he is compressed into a hunch, his knee and his chest are forced inward to accommodate her short arms.
Violet slowly turns to Debbie as if dramatically revealing her work of art. Jay’s muscle bound body casts a shadow over his wife as the teen holds him over the cowering female champion. The world famous bodybuilder’s unhooked leg dangles a few inches from the floor between his wife’s legs. The teen girl shuts her eyes and bites her lower lip. Jay groans loudly, his wide densely muscle back bulges out as his 30 inch leg and 55 inch chest are getting forced toward each other. His malnourished muscular body is overwhelmed at the might of 2 adolescent arms. The veins of his hyper vascular back are throbbing as the school girl folds him further over his petrified wife. The bodybuilder's chin is force between his bulging pecs, forced to look at the floor. The bodybuilding couple eyes meets, there are tears in her mighty protector's eyes. A droplet rolls down his eyelash and bounces on the delicate hair before descending onto his terrified bride causing the muscle bound woman’s jeans to darken along her inner thighs!
"Oh my God!" Violet squeals with delight
The school girl raises to her toes and arches her back heaving the 210 lb higher in the air displaying his peril to her audience of 21,651 viewers. Violet's mouth gapes open as her superior, younger body muscles the trembling older bodybuilder’s knee closer to his chest.
“Here take it! Please let him go!”
Debbie takes off the bikini top right there, too scared to worry about exposing her breasts for the world to see! Violet is starting down on the trembling champion female bodybuilder with an arrogant smile.
"I’ll let him go after I give him 3 big Os."
The powerful teen bites her lip again, turns her face to the ceiling in complete bliss.
"AhhhheeeeEEE"
Jay' feminine cry makes the teen gasp in pleasure.
"Overwhelmed... Overpowered… and Out MUSCLED!"
The world renowned champion of professional bodybuilding's steroid coursing body surrenders to the pure, raw power of the adolescent girl's arms! His muscular body is overwhelmed by the teen's might and shuts down to protect itself, the body of a man who is supposed to take stage with some of the most powerful men on the planet in a few hours is unconscious in her arms! The crotch of his blue jeans darken! Disgusted, Violet drops his limp body on the ground next to his trembling, terrified wife.
The superior teen snatches the red bikini top and steps between the piss soaked bodybuilders striking a terrifying double bicep pose!
"OMG! Your girl Vi'ceps just overpowered the professional bodybuilding couple Mr and Mrs Coulter! She didn't just beat them she dominated them! So many of you bet she couldn't ever beat an actual female bodybuilder in arm wrestling. Well this wasn't arm wrestling this was arm vs arm against both of them and Vi’ceps was just plain stronger! She made these grown ass bodybuilders cry and piss their pants! Everyone needs to be put on notice! Catch her in two weeks as she takes the stage for the first time in her bodybuilding debut!” Kiki cries out in elation to the camera!
Fade to black…
As I stare at the black mirror the only thing I know is the teen needs to be stopped and now I know where she will be in 2 weeks.
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Why does she need to be stopped? The reason she is in this position is that because she has been challenged and insulted and underestimated, if anyone has been at fault in these situations, it has been the adults, not her. Had they treated her with any modicum of decency, Violet would've never had to show them up with her superior strength and muscles, they could've just enjoyed the show and perhaps been able to freely feel her muscles while doing so, but instead they have to be on her bad side and get humiliated as a result. But I guess if that didn't happen, we wouldn't have a story to read, haha, so keep up the great work WW! K+!
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Man, she is kicking ass and taking names. If the competition doesn't start upping the game, Violet will just keep on dominating as she keeps getting stronger and stronger. The question is, can anyone match her anymore soon? Maybe, still at this point, but in the future? She is still a growing girl after all. Oh boy, will we enjoy finding out though!
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well since you asked...
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#23 The World Will Witness Her Glory
Violet's POV
At the show all of the women are just in their bedazzled bikinis backstage except me. I overheard some of the ladies talking about the girl in the robe but I’m not taking it off, this is a competition and I’m not giving anything away. I am starving, the famous bodybuilding couple weren’t kidding about being fatigued and weaker before a show, it is going to be a long night. One by one the women go on stage, they all look nearly flawless. I bet each one of them is most muscular woman in their town, but they are going to feel about 10 inches tall tonight by getting upstaged by a teenager.
A little girl approaches me asking for an autograph, my very first one! She is cute, young, and around my height in a light blue Elsa tee shirt with a big snowflake in the center.
“Can I arm wrestle you? My family arm wrestles and follow you on the internet. I am arm wrestling too. It would be super cool to wrestle you.”
This kid has big puppy-dog eyes. She kind of looks familiar. How can I say no? I’ll give her some pointers too. Heck maybe she can give me some if it is their family’s passion, all I know how to do is use power but I don’t have any technique.
“Sure kid, but go easy on me I haven’t eaten or drank any water in 24 hours to really show off these muscles” I say giving her a big double bicep flex with a smile
We walk up to a cabinet in the far corner, away fro the other women. We grip right hands and immediately I can tell she has been doing this for a while, and I am impressed with her hard grip.
“1... 2… 3… go!”
I don’t push, she seems sweet and want to let her have some fun, but the girl doesn’t push either. I smile and start putting some pressure into it and she gives back the same amount. I increase a little more and so does she.
“You are really strong you should be proud!” I say impressed by her strength
“My family is much stronger than me.”
“Well that is very impressive.”
“The internet thinks so. Did you ever see Boulders on Youtube?”
Oh my god it’s her! I knew I recognized her, she looks even younger in person. She has shorter hair, but it is her face.
“I have seen all your videos Vi'ceps”
Her hand tightens over mine and she is actually beginning to push pretty hard now. As a matter of fact she has pushed my arm back a few inches before I get over the shock and stop her from pushing me a third of the way down! I look at her arm and she knows what I want to know, she smiles and rolls up her sleeve. Holy cow, her arm is jacked! Her bicep is the size of a can of Coke and strong as hell as she pushes me a little further! In my weakened state from hunger and dehydration she is really pushing me to my limits. I press my thigh against the cabinet and the extra leverage is enough to halt her from taking me all the way down. I let out a hard grunt and I am finally able to push my hand back up. I roar out pushing and pushing. She is so damn strong for her size, probably as strong as Mrs. Kelly. I have her half way down and she is shaking.
“You are really strong for a little girl” I say as nonchalantly as I can
She gives a really high pitched squeal and is beginning to force my arm back up! I think she could actually beat Mrs. Kelly!
“I am very strong for a grown woman! I can curl more than many of the boys in my class and bench press more than their fathers!” She whines
I stop her at the top, we are both even. I grip the side of the cabinet and lean to the floor letting out a scream I pull her arm all the way down finally.
“That was a hell of a fight kid!”
“Thank you Vi'ceps, I really wanted to see how strong you were.”
I suddenly realize I am the last backstage, I run over in time to see the last woman walk off. I am a bit dizzy from running, I really need to eat and drink something. My heart is racing as they are about to call my name.
“And now for the youngest of this already extraordinary competition to close out the night… Up now is Violet Vanjax!”
I shed the robe and strut onto the stage in my red shimmering bikini.
Back to Adam’s POV
It’s about an hour into the competition and there is still no sign of Violet. This is an oddly structured armature show, but I kind of like the style of it. There is an MC announcing each woman as they come out.
“And now for the youngest of this already extraordinary competition to close out the night… Up now is Violet Vanjax!”
The comments are going wild on the chat when her name is announced; 9,661 are viewing Kiki’s live stream.
-Oh shit!
-OMG she’s wearing it!
-Ahhhh ha ha haha!
-THere might be a wardrobe malfunction yo!
Violet is wearing the red bikini she bullied away from Debbie! The top is a somewhat big on her but as soon as she steps on stage it was apparent despite her age she was the woman among girls. She opens with an abs and thigh pose, she then extends her leg and gives a side tricep. She is building up to her most impressive assets. Violet hits a side chest pose that makes some people in the audience hoot. The twin blocks of muscle stand out a full inch and a half from her sternum nearly filling the cups with just muscle. Next she turned her back to us and hit a stunning rear double bicep. The crowd is hooting and hollering at the sight of her mountainous peaks jutting from her arms. Violet then turns and gives her sweet smile that always makes me stop breathing. Violet’s arms explode into a beastly front bicep pose and the crown goes nuts! They are massive, they are jagged towers of muscle the split is and you can make out every fiber, they are like baseballs topped with golf balls they are more frightening than ever! A high schooler just upstaged every woman there in her very first competition, she is the most powerful teen alive!
The announcer clears his throat. “Thank you Violet! Can you believe she is only a teen? Please welcome our last competitor… Femke Yugensen!”
The woman struts out in a pink, hooded robe like a boxer. She is tall, maybe Paula’s height, she sticks her nude leg out of the robe and It is huge! Not just long, but huge! She shakes the muscular appendage and snaps it into a full quad flex. It is astounding, it rivals Paula’s tree trunk legs! The woman pulls back her hood to reveal a very youthful looking face.
-OMG it’s Gator Girl!
-THIS IS CRAZY
-Boulders flew here from the NEatherlands!?
Holy shit they’re right, it’s her! The Dutch girl from the website! She looks much taller than she does in her videos. Apparently when the MC said: “And now for the youngest of this already extraordinary competition to close out the night” he wasn’t just talking about Violet. The crowd begins to murmur realizing the tall woman is actually in her teens. The girl looks around and raises her index finger to the crowd, the murmuring immediate stops. She smiles wickedly as she controls the room commanding everyone’s undivided attention with a single finger.
Boulders shrugs the pink robe to the floor and you can hear gasps from the crowd. Everyone is getting the full view of this gob stopping girl. Her posing outfit is modest, a pink bikini top with thick straps and the bottoms cover her entire butt. In her videos she is always in winter gear because of their climate, but now she is displaying herself fully to a room of very uncomfortable adults. Her body is long with thick muscle, even her thunderous thighs appear steam-lined, and her bikini top is filled out in a way that would make any full grown woman feel confident.
-OMG!!!
-Thats not possible no fn way shes that young and this big!
-That's her moms or something
-Yeh deinitly no a teen
-dude look at her face it is her!
Soaking in the awed attention she forgoes the required poses entirely. Instead the Dutch girl slides into the splits, her long, thick, muscular legs gracefully guide her to the floor spreading ridiculously wide. The Boulders places her hands on her hips and…
“Holy shit!” I involuntary blurt out.
Her upper body doubles in width! Her lats look like actual wings topped by bulging, rippling shoulders the size of small pumpkins! The young girl gracefully stretches her arms up like a ballerina while slowly turning her head to us all. With a coy smile she surveys the entire auditorium with her lording gaze taking in the reaction of every flabbergasted audience member there. Her long, elegant fingers dance above her as the music stops. Despite the end of what was supposed to be her mandatory pose time she doesn’t move from her full split. The girl has a domineering grin as if she giving us permission to take in the achievement in muscle she has forged during her few short years on earth. 5 seconds… 8 seconds… 15 seconds go by as she smiles pompously knowing we all still need a moment to process what she has amassed as a mere teen girl. Femke again slowly sweeps the room with a authority, her eyes meeting the hundreds of eyes and dozens of phones. No music, no murmuring, only the stunned silence of the audience. After looking at what feels like every single person in the crowd the long lean girl from the Netherlands takes a deep breath. In complete contrast to all the grace and elegance she has displayed Femke throw her arms to her sides thrusting her fists into the air violently erupting into a full frontal pose! Every. Single. long, sleek muscle explodes into a menacing manifestation of power! Her legs bloat into frightful pillars, her quads leap and even her adductor stretch the front of the pink, shimmering bikini cloth. Her waist is the smallest I have ever seen because her lats spread well beyond what I thought possible. Her lats are so wide her bikini top rides up struggling not to snap. Her pecs bulge below them in two distinct bulbous mounds of muscle.
-FUUUUUUCK!
-HOly fuck!
-no way she this big!
-Her top gonna burst!
-SHE might have the wardrob malfunction!
The girl’s shoulders are nearly perfectly round cantaloupes with deep grooves cut into the enormous caps, and her arms… The Dutch school girl’s arm triggers a panic attack deep inside me. They are huge! They are not as tall or peaked as Violet’s but they are definitely more voluminous. Violet’s biceps are like boulders with large stones resting on top of them. Femke’s are the huge, expansive hilltops the boulders rest on. The girl barley in her teens has a pair of blimps along the vast length of her upper arms from shoulder to elbow. They are not round, they are long like Paula’s, but the teen could easily fit both of Paula’s biceps in each arm! My mature wife’s cylindrical arms swell into hills alluding to the capability of their power. This girl’s bulge ferociously threatening your very safety with their mere presence. In complete awed silence the teen stares down the judges with an arrogant, knowing smile.
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Wow, I didn't expect to see Violet meet her match in an even younger girl, but I have to say that it's cool to see Violet finally being brought down a notch, maybe it will make her more humble, as her many successes so far has made her pretty arrogant. But I hope that we also see her work harder to become bigger and stronger too. k+!
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Wow! Femke is awesome! Love her character.
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Violet gets her own medicine for once, and it seems like an absolutely monster pill to swallow. Just when you thought Violet presented the epitome of muscle and strength, she's made to look almost puny. I hope this will motivate Violet to hit the weights with a new gusto. Also, are the older women from previous chapters ready to throw in the towel or will they pull a joker out of the deck? I hope all will choose to train to their utmost max and then surpass even that with their sheer will. I love the moment when the biggest and proudest hill sees the clouds part, only to realize there was a damn mountain there all along, and now leaves the hill in a desperately deep and chilly shadow. I love this story.
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Best in the biz muscle descriptions. Makes me forget I don't like teen girl stories LOL
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#24 Sisyphus
Violet’s POV
I thought I was the last to go on stage, but I can hear Eye of The Tiger playing there is clearly another woman left.
Myself, a woman named Savannah, and the woman that just preformed are getting called up and quickly ushered back on stage again. I’m not sure who either of them are, I didn’t watch anyone else preform. I quickly get up to the stage as the other two women are already walking on. It has come down to us, the other two have good backs from what I can see, I can tell why they placed. One is a black woman with a great ass and is well defined like myself, the other is a large blonde with a bulky frame but not nearly as cut as myself or the other woman but big all around. They are also a lot taller too by and entire head, both about 5’ 11” or 6 foot tall and well over 6 feet in their heels.
We turn to the audience together and hold hands awaiting the judges.
“In third place Savannah Williams!”
Savannah walked off to the side and it is just me and the other woman left holding hands…
“In second place Femke Johannessen, making Violet Vanjax this years winner!”
I won my very first competition against women well older than myself! A smartly dressed woman hands me a heavy solid bronze statuette 18” tall with a striking resemblance to an Oscar. The second place winner already stormed off stage, apparently she thought she should have won, but she never saw the likes of teenage powerhouse like me!
Kiki is videoing and taking pictures of me on the stage as the crowd files out of the auditorium. I pose every individual muscle with the foot and a half tall Oscar rip-off and then we do a bunch of goofy pictures for the website as well. After after about 20 minutes I finally get to take off my heels and head back stage. All I can think about is food and water after starving and dehydrating myself for over a day. Kiki packs up and leaves as I head backstage, all of the other women are gone. As I enter the locker room I literally run into Boulders and the impact knocks me on my ass!
“I am sorry Vi'ceps, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m fine, I’m just a little lightheaded from contest conditioning."
I look up at her from the floor at the girl I arm wrestled earlier. She is big, she has the body of a fully grown weightlifter, very large muscles but with a layer of baby fat around them, I cannot believe she is so young. She is the first girl I have ever seen that was even close to me at her age. Despite the age difference her body is almost as muscular as mine, hell her shoulders may actually be a little wider. I subtlety flex my lats as I stand up.
“You are pretty big Boulders.” I say to the girl
“I’m not Boulders.” The girl says snidely
“She is my little sister Vi”ceps.”
It wasn’t the girl that said it, it is a voice behind me. I spin around to see who… what the hell? I can clearly see SHE is actually Boulders from all the videos AND who took second place! She is dressed in a billowy half-sleeve, yellow blouse and jeans. She is much taller than she looks in her videos but there is no mistaking her young face! Thinking back to her videos that keg was the same size as mine she is just taller by comparison. With her adolescent face I don’t think anyone would have guess she was more than 5 foot. The girl that goes by Boulders who is apparently named Femke towers over me by like 10 inches. Speaking of boulders, those rocks in her backyard must have been 2 feet tall and weigh over a 100 lbs. The large blonde girl snatches the trophy from my hand and holds the statue high above her head!
“Hey give it back!” I yell taken by surprise in every aspect
The Dutch girl makes a pouty face and lowers it down to me. I grab it hard to snatch it back but Femke does not let go.
“Come on Vi'ceps take it from me.” The girl says with a grin that I am going to wipe off her face.
I flex my magnificent free arm in her face as I pull back on the trophy.
“Whoa, you can poke an eye out with that little thing, it is crazy pointy!”
“Little!?”
The girl still won’t let go as I pull it toward me. Femke takes a large step back, my arm doesn’t bend but she is using her weight to drag me toward her. My bare feet slide on the tile floor even though she is the one in heels, I grab onto the corner of the locker next to me to anchor myself. She stops pulling backward. No longer leaning back Gator Girl raises her free arm up letting the billowy sleeve fall to her shoulder.
“Yes… little”
The Dutch girl flexes her left arm and it. is. HUGE! There is no way she could have made such progress at her age! My peak is still taller but hers is pure mass from her shoulder to her elbow! Beads of sweat are running down her face. The huge girl sneers at me as her bigger arm yields to my stronger one! I have taken on women with bigger arms and she is no different, hers muscles are for show, mine are for go.
“Come on sister, I am almost as strong as her!” The smaller girl yells
Femke has still not let go. I grab it with in both hands forcing it down causing Femke to hunch over. The tall blonde reaches up and manages to grab onto the ceiling cross beam above her head. Femke pulls herself erect to her full height but the trophy does not come with her because I bearing down on her single handed grip from the center of the statue.
“You can do it Femke!”
The towering Dutch girl’s arm is shaking, about to give way.
“You are stronger big sister, take it from her!”
“I don’t want her prize Heidi… I want her PRIDE!” Femke roars out
The big blonde rips the trophy from my hands!
“Tell your fans that Boulders is stronger and I will let you have it back.”
It is now that I notice her little sister is recording all of this. I may be exhausted and desperately need food and water but I will never admit this over-grown brat is stronger than me.
“Heidi, come here with the belt.”
The girl skips to me carrying a heavy leather weight belt.
“We will have a flex off, little Vi'ceps”
“We already did that on stage and you lost!” I sneer
“No I mean a REAL flex contest. The rules are simple. You flex until one girl quits.”
Femke takes off her heels and bends at the knees until we are face to face. Suddenly we are compacted, smashed together as Heidi tightens the belt behind her sister’s back just below our armpits.
“1…2…3…start!” Heidi yells
I inflate my pecs and lats managing to make Femke wince right away, she stumbles back but I keep flexing as hard as I can. I can rest a 180 lbs bench press bar across my chest and blast out 8 reps without my hands.
“Fight back big sister!”
“Her muscles are very strong Heidi”
That’s right my muscl… OOOOFFFF! The younger girl’s muscles surge!
“But mine are stronger!” Femke yells
Femke’s lats billow outwards taking up all the space between us pulling the thick leather belt taunt. I flex my lats as hard as I can but they do not expand, she is holding them at bay with her own. My legs are shaking and my head is spinning. The belt is slowly digging harder and harder into my sides. The girl’s grin becomes wider as her lats do the same. I may be only be at 70% of my normal strength but she is wider than I have ever been. I cannot hold off her shocking growth and my lats start to compact against the belt! Her lateral muscles are inhuman, impossibility growing wider, overpowering my own with their greater immensity! I am in incredible pain and becoming desperate! I flex my thick pecs hard into her chest catching her off guard, but her thick layer of tissue is cushioning some of the damage.
“Uhrgh!” I can’t help by cry out!
Her pectoral muscles are like boulders rising from her sternum, their power is unreal! My pecs are jolting, pistoning, and jabbing into hers. Femke flexes her chest painstakingly slow and steadily concentrating on pressing forward. Her pectorals are swelling, I stop thrusting and take them head to head in a test of pure chest strength. My pecs are like an erupting volcano building up more and more pressure fully flexing them to my very apex, protruding with all of my might. Femke grabs my shoulders roughly, but instead of trying to push me away, she pulls me in tighter to her. Her pecs’ force is amplifying, but my stronger pecs will not yield their quaking flex. The younger girl bares her teeth and strains. I force every ounce of power into my chest, my fully flexed muscles are like a brick wall. I start thrusting my chest, punching her with devastating blows, her dense breast flesh ripples with every jab, but her tightening pecs are absorbing each strike as they develop into a greater peaks. My pecs are throbbing as she pushes against them. My entire body jolts with every blow I deliver willing my mighty pecs to surge and make her mountainous muscles retreat. The giant Dutch girl raises her arms and give a full chest flex. Her hard pecs crush like twin presses. I breath in as much as I can and raise my arms matching her pose I let out a mighty roar, thrusting into her with jolting flexes! My sharp thrusts are becoming duller as her pecs develop into mine. Her chest doesn’t move taking the punch head on!. I throw my head back and drive my chest into hers throwing everything I have into a super pectoral punch! Femke bites her lower lip and bares her upper teeth as I strike. She surges her chest into my mighty blow keeping my pecs immobile! Pressing every ounce of power into hers, my pecs seize into petrified, impenetrable mountains. The compression of the four ramming muscles boil over and… Femke stands erect hauling me off the ground pinned tightly against her chest!
“You are like a child in a baby bjorn!” Heidi laughs
Femke grins as she spreads her arms out wide parallel to the floor. The Dutch girl starts to slowly bring her fists from her spread out arms inward like using a pec deck, or dumbbell flies while holding me in the air! I can feel her chest muscle growing as her arms slowly come together behind me.
“Oh god!” I cry out
They can’t… she can’t! This is impossible… my pecs are concaving! My thick chest muscles shudder and spasm as they are penetrated, mushrooming around hers as she compacts them with raw power! Rhinestones are clinking on the floor as my bikini top is getting pulverized.
“Give me the password for your website.” Femke growls
“What?”
“Give me the password for your website and I will let you survive me.”
The blonde’s muscle bound tits are breaking the fibers of my own and she knows it! My rock hard muscles are caved in, deforming to hers!
“Do you want to lose your website or your boobies?”
I can’t bring myself to say it. With a sinister grin her bludgeoning muscles swell even further, cratering mine, I can feel their unstoppable peaks penetrating my striations, grinding the fibers down!
“I am destroying your little, soft bosom, they are trembling like scared little bunnies!”
The tall blonde grabs the crossbeam over our head.
“I will make you to say it”
The Gator Girl’s arms explode and her feet leave the ground as she preforms a chin-up with my 159 lbs in tow!
“Password!”
Femke demands as her horrible pectoral muscles violate my pecs with brutal force! I try to scream out but the air is forced from my lungs. The over-grown teen’s chest is crushing my own into mush! Her gigantic biceps flank my face as she holds us both in the air. Her younger muscles are savagely pulverizing me as she licks her lips! I feel like an orange getting juiced! Her pecs have burrowed through deforming mine!
“Are your teats even there anymore?” Fermke says strain to hold both our weight and her crushing flex
I have no resistance left, my muscled chest is closer to breasts flesh than pecs now, my muscles are getting ground down to mush. The bulging peaks of her torpedo pecs have burrowed through to my ribs. The Dutch girl grins wickedly and starts to alternate her contractions making each pec flex individually, playing with my broken flesh. Left then right, each flex is agony, gnashing my muscles, mashing them against my ribs as more rhinestones fall to the floor. Femke lets out a deafening roar and…
*crack*
“There’s one!” Femke squeals
She broke my rib with her left tit!
“Let’s do another!”
I grab onto her right pec, buried deep in my own with both hands constraining the writhing mass. The muscle relents and I get my hands between her our compressed pecs. I try to crush and force it back to the monstrous girl. The younger teen smiles, elated at my desperate attempt to save my crushed chest, squeezing the dangerous, rigid monster with all of my remaining might.
“I wanted you to get the best grip you can, I want you to feel it break you.”
Femke bites her lower lip and shudders as her pectoral dilates even greater, spreading my fingers apart! It is torpedo shaped living stone! I cannot stop it as it slowly drives forward into my annihilated pec muscle! Oh GOD NO!
*crack*
“Worldsstrongestgirl123” I barley manage to say as my lungs compact
“World’s strongest girl? You’re not even the strongest in this room” Femke laughs
I bury my face on to her shoulder begging her to stop. Thankfully the musclebound school girl bully lowers us down. I am humbled beyond shame, she has decimated me completely. She has taken every ounce of my strength and reduced me into a whimpering, feeble mess. The Dutch demonic teen unleashes a full body flex so massive I cannot take in any air, my flaccid pecs squeeze out like chewed bubblegum as I fade to black…
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Looks like Violet has finally met someone that she can't overpower and out muscle, I don't know if this will defeat her or make her strive to be even more muscular and stronger. I hope more the latter than the former. I look forward to more k+!
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Ouch. That Dutch girl was truly bullying Violet. Can she make a comeback after this? How strong is Femke exactly? Looking forward to more!
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Round 2 when Violet is recovered, and not weak and depleted due to the show... Maybe a test of abs next...
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#25 Participation aTrophy
VIOLET'S POV
…I wake up on the floor woozy and writhing in pain. I have no idea how long I have been out but I am not in my clothes. Femke inspects my body and the damage she has inflicted upon it.
“Your pectorals are all purple and yellow and you are trembling?”
My body is malnourished, dehydrated and over exhausted. I cannot even look her in the eyes. None of this would have happened in my full form, but instead I am at the mercy a of a god damn over-muscled kid! She absolutely crushed my body, she out-muscled me so badly I have go to the hospital.
“Aww did I hurt the little baby?”
The teen thrusts her bicep in my face and I grab onto her upper arm with both hands afraid it was going to hit me in the face. I literally gulp at it’s size, my hands look like a toddler’s gripping onto her quaking arm, my fingers do not come close to encompassing all of it. Femke gasps at the sensation of my small fingers desperately clutching onto the pulsating mass of titanic muscle. Her over-gorged bicep goosebumps under my touch as it tightens. Heidi’s mouth is gaped open at her sister’s magnificent display of dominance over me. I see myself in Heidi’s phone screen, broken, exhausted, and covered in bruises. I am in Femke’s bathing suit!? As I slowly get to my feet the large posing bikini hangs loosely from my body.
“Get up and flex your arms”
“What?” I ask still in disbelief
“FLEX THEM!”
I flinch at her command, standing shakily. I hit a double bicep pose as hard as I can, my arms are so big and so powerful but Femke just laughs as she steps behind me.
“Oh my god Heidi, look how my outfit hangs on little Vi’ceps!”
The pink top’s thick straps hang from my shoulders, the cups dangle low exposing all of the damage inflicted to my pecs and the under-strap is three sizes too big. The bottoms are even looser, I have to keep my thighs shut tight and my glutes fully flexed to prevent them from falling to the ground. Both girls laugh hysterically as I try to keep from exposing myself in Femke’s bathing suit.
“Aww, don’t worry, you are quite big for your size Vi’ceps.” Femke says in a patronizing tone.
As the sister’s laugh, I notice Femke is in MY or should I say Debbie’s bikini! The red posing top that was a bit big on me is stretched to its very limit on her. Like me, she has no breast tissue to speak of but the red top is unable to cover her pecs entirely, you can see an inch of striated muscles all around the hem of the cups. There are large circles in the center of each cup that are dull where she ground the rhinestones off of me with her meriless pecs. My red bottoms are stretched to such an extreme degree it is obscene on her, the overtaxed, now minuscule cloth barely maintains her decency.
“Too bad for you little Vi baby, your size is so tiny.”
With my arms fully flexed Femke’s slips her hands down the back of my loose bathing suit and out the arm holes! I am suddenly hoisted in the air, hanging by the thick shoulder straps as my feet dangle 8 inches from the ground!
“But these are big for ANY size!”
Femke flexes her arms behind mine through the arm holes of my suit, they explode in gigantic mountains of muscle! Not only can you see the top of her biceps and bottom of her triceps from behind mine, she has two inches of muscle showing on EACH side of my biceps!
“Oh my, they are twice as big as your tiny Viceps!”
The girl’s arms are superior to my own magnificent arms in every way, they are taller, wider, thicker and… stronger. Femke’s takes in a deep breath and thrusts her torpedoed chest against my back so hard my neck snaps back in whiplash. The jolt is so powerful the thick bathing suit shoulder straps snap causing me to fall to the floor once again in a heap at her feet.
“How much did the American mouse curl in her video last month Heidi?”
“Vi’Ceps lifted 120 pounds, 55 kilos with one arm.”
“Well, I wish I could match your great feat little Vi’ but the only dumbbell I see here is… you.”
In an instant Femke clutches my abdomen and squeezes it in her brutal grasp. The pain feels like a shotgun blast to my gut! My proud ab muscles are getting crushed in her large hand! I crumble in excruciating pain!
“AAAAhhhhAAAAAhhhh!”
I try to pry her hand off of me but I can feel my body going into shock! My ab muscles cram together and mash, I involuntarily curl up in a fetal ball around her clenched fist!
“hhhhrrrr”
My body leaves the ground as the tall blonde stands erect, hauling me into the air! I am hanging at Femke’s side, half naked, curled around her fist, pressed against her upper thigh in her horrific grasp. Her arm is quaking like a volcano on the verge to erupt, her face is turning bright red in stark contrast to her iridescent blonde hair. The striations on her shoulder writhe as they strain, and sweat cascades down her head in streams.
“GGGGHOOOOOORRRRRR!”
The girl lets out a thunderous roar so loud I flinch through my pain. The girl’s arm that is supporting my weight is grotesque, it is bright red, pulsating, and covered in more veins than I can count. My sweat drenched skin audibly separates from her upper thigh as I rise! She is quaking, spitting through clenched teeth, and veins bulging from her neck! The Dutch school girl’s arm makes it a 3rd of the way up and stalls, shaking wildly!
“kapsoneslijer kutwijf!”
The girl squeals out as she challenges gravity itself for my 159 lbs. She is quaking so hard I am being shaken to my core literally. The Dutch girl moans as I rise higher in the air, the adolescent girl is curling more than any human I have ever seen! The Dutch school girl shudders as she curls me fully to her bosom! The blonde monster stands tall in front of her sister.
“Hello little Vi’cep fans. Do you now wish you never challenged me with your pathetic fan stories?”
Femke takes in a deep breath exposing more of her pecs from every side, flexing for the camera, beaming with pride as I am upside down with my face pressed against her heaving chest, looking down at the throbbing bicep so engorged it looks nearly as big as my thigh!
“How pathetic, I really expected more Vi'ceps. Maybe I should keep you as MY trophy, but I am merciful. I will give Baby Biceps back her trophy.”
Without warning Femke drops me to the ground weeping in agony. As I pull up my busted swimsuit to cover up my bruised chest Boulders walks over the a 4” cast iron pipe running along the cinder block wall and jams my 18” tall trophy upside down a third of way deep between the two.
“You know Vi’ I have been arm wrestling since I was 8. I have held every record in Europe for my age group since then, girls and boys.
She places her elbow on the pipe and grabs the base of the statue sticking in the air as if she was going to arm wrestling someone.
“I leave back to the Netherlanders tomorrow but I will be back next year. You may want to workout those little muscles in the meantime.”
The blonde’s arm explodes! The 18” tall, solid metal statue resists. Femke’s face is turning red, her gigantic shoulder is twitching, and her pecs tremble. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, 20 go by…
*creak*
The trophy gives! The heavy, solid metal statue bends, the metal creaking loudly as if screaming out its submission as she overwhelms thick, bronze shaft!
“Now you can have your trophy back…”
Femke tosses the bent statue at me and raises her arm flexing a football sized muscle capable of more power than some men’s entire body. I have let down all of my fans. The young Dutch girl destroyed over a year of debates, imaginary contests, and fan fiction in a humiliating display of absolute domination, removing all doubt which girl is more endowed with female strength...
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Incredible strength on display by Femke, I almost feel bad for Violet, if it wasn't for the fact that Vi had been just that way concerning the older women she had met up to that point. She deserved a little bit of a comeuppance, and got it here. I hope there's more to this story, maybe she will come back even better, I guess we will see. k+!
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#26 Running Into A Bigger Problem
***20 minutes after Violet flees the auditorium, demolished by the mightier teen***
Jay’s POV (Pro-Bodybuilder)
It’s been months since we encountered that Vi’ceps bitch. That little shit made a mockery of both Debbie and I at the movie theater and now were going to make her regret it. I tried to hire some thugs to deal with her, but it turns out there are [1]very few degenerates willing to beat up a teenage girl regardless of her size. If you want somethings done, yada, yada. We found out she is at the “Heart of Texas” show, and we headed here an hour ago and are waiting outside the changing rooms, most everyone else cleared out which was perfect. Debbie and I have been beefing up just for this moment. I put on 9 pounds, and my wife put on a stunning 12 pounds of pure muscle.
Out walks a young, tall blonde woman in a yellow billowy, puffy sleeved blouse, blue jeans and high heels.
“I recognize you!” The blonde says looking down at Debbie and me.
The tall woman pulls down her blouse’s loose neckline reveling the red bedazzeled bikini top that Vi’ceps stole from Debbie!
“Where did you get that!?” Debbie says in a dark tone
“I got it from a tiny girl like you, but it kind of smells like… piss” she grins
What the fuck!?
“Hey bitch I don’t know who you think you are but you better give that to me and get out of here!”
“I will arm wrestle you for it just like Vi'ceps”
“Gladly!” Debbie says
Debbie marches to a large gray crate and puts her hand up. The blonde walks up the big equipment case to meet her grip. If this was a basketball contest I would be worried, the chick might be nearly a foot taller in heels, but this is a contest of strength. The blonde girl looks solid, but nothing like Debbie, despite the height difference they probably weigh the same.
“1… 2… 3… go!”
Jesus Christ! She slams Debbie’s hand to the crate!
“I’m sorry, you probably were not ready. Here lets try again with left hands”
“I wasn’t ready you cheating bitch.”
Debbie takes off her shirt leaving her in just a sports bra. My wife hits a magnificent double bicep pose showing off her full 15 inch guns to the bimbo.
“I’LL count this time blondie”
They lock hands again.
“1… 2… 3… go!” Debbie yells
BAM!
Slammed again, hard enough to make my proud wife yelp!
“Hey!” I yell
“Come on Mr. Muscles she was the one who agreed to arm wrestle.”
Debbie jumps up ready to fight, standing in her sports bra her big muscles are pumped, she has been hitting the gym hard to beat the hell out that Vi'ceps little shit.
“I was looking for a different fight tonight but I guess I will kick some college girl’s ass instead!”
The blonde slowly stands up. In those heels the chick is definitely a full foot taller than Debbie.
“I am not in university for another few years.”
What!? This bitch is only in like high school!?
“And my name is not bitch, it is Femke, but you can call be Boulders.”
It’s the Norway chick from the videos that show up on Vi’ceps website!
“You want your bikini back? Come and take it.” Boulders taunts my wife
The big blonde grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts it up to her neck. The red bikini is screaming on her, overfilled and stretched to its very limit! Debbie doesn’t hesitate, she reaches up and clutches the bikini cups in each hand. Femke lets go of her shirt and grabs my wife’s forearms, the billowy shirt falls back down covering Debbie’s hands and upper arms. The women don’t move, they just stare each other down. If you didn’t know any better you would think they were lovers, with Debbie’s hands under the blonde’s blouse staring up into her eyes. Boulders pulls my wife’s wrists closer to her as if to give Debbie a better grip. What the hell is going on here? Their eyes both narrow, then the blonde takes in a deep breath inflating her upper body. My wife’s eye go from narrow to wide open.
“Are you sure you want it that bad?” Femke says with a smirk holding her pose
Debbie let go and took a step back. What the fuck? The tall blonde steps forward, her chest is inches from my stunned wife’s face. I don’t know what the hell is going on but Debbie looks like she needs help so I jump to her defense and get between them. I have to admit this isn’t the worst place to be, sandwiched between my wife and this amazon, I have to crane my neck to look up at her. The arrogant bitch is smiling down at me like the Cheshire Cat.
“You are lucky little man, I have already had my exercise for the day and my sister is waiting for me in the parking lot.”
“I’m not fighting a chick, now give back the posing suit. Besides, I am a lot bigger where it counts you cocky bitch.” I shoot back
This isn’t like months ago, I have been working out like a mad man and I am at 100% power, not malnourished like the last physical encounter against a cocky bitch. The girl is impressed, she looks delighted at my jacked body.
“I tried to let an old man be, but you are way to cocky for your size. Let’s go big guy.” The crazy teen squeals eagerly
I cannot believe this chick, she is completely off her rocker.
“I’m not fighting a broad, let alone a damn kid!” I say
“Then let’s go back to the deal. We arm wrestle for it” she smiles
“Ha! Sure sweetheart, you are big for a bitch but these are much bigger”
I strike a double bicep pose in the bitches face and she looks quite surprised at my 21 inch prized cannons. They are huge on any man, but on my stature they look gargantuan, now it’s my turn to arrogantly smile. I sit at the table and raise my hand. The blonde sits down and matches my grip, her hand is pretty damn big.
I’m going to do to her what she did to Deb.
“1… 2… 3… go!”
I strike hard and slam her hand to the table! Femke yelps and immediately grabs her elbow.
“Ow you jerk, I was not ready”
“Neither was I bitch! How does it feel?” Debbie yells from behind me
The girl raises her left hand. What a dumb bimbo. I’m going to just do the exact same thing. I’m going to snap her damn arm!
“1… 2… 3… go!”
I strike hard again and I get her inches from the table. This time she was able to stop the quick burst, now it’s time to turn up the power and close this out. I am building the pressure but I have to say I am pretty impressed she is holding on. Damn 70% and she is matching me.
“When you were in your prime Mr. Olympia, where your biceps ever this big?”
“I put on a half inch of muscle this year alone bimbo.” I grin
“That’s not what I meant big guy, but this is the biggest you have ever been?”
“That’s right bitch” I sneer
“Well then I guess that answers my question… What I meant was, were you ever THIS big?”
The girl pulls up her billowy sleeve with her free hand. Jesus fuck her arm is fucking huge! Under strain that thing is bulging like a volcano! Seeing them side by side my arm is bigger around but her bicep has more mass! It fills the area from elbow to shoulder on her long arm, it looks like a god damn football! The absolute mass of it is incredible! My arms are bigger around but I don’t have her biceps, I COULDN’T have her biceps because my arms aren’t long enough to accommodate the sheer volume of the giant muscle. If you were to squish her long biceps to fit onto my shorter arms they would be like 24 inches around! She catches me staring at the rotund, writhing beast on her upper arm and grins wickedly.
“I saw your stats my dear Jason. I believe it was 95 kilos, 168 centimeters. Well little fella I am 101 kilos, 183 centimeters, and I am wont be your age for nearly 4 decades. I am younger, bigger, heavier, and… stronger.”
She is starting to bend my arm back up! I crank it up to 100% and, it’s enough to stop her at the top where we began.
“Bigger… but not stronger” I growl
“Really big guy? Because this is my weaker hand.”
Her weaker hand!? Femke raises her right arm and unleashes a massive flex! My stomach churns. Years ago I met a female Russian power-lifter/bodybuilder almost the same size as myself. When I got home I looked up her stats, she was almost identical to me in every measurement including weight and height so and I pushed myself to my limits to get an extra two inches on her arms and 10 pounds in weight, I still follow her closely on the internet but she is a 30 year old genetic freak, steroids have turned into a man for all intents and purposes. This… this is different, this is my worst nightmare; this girl’s size is something I could never match no matter how much I train. I have met dozens of female bodybuilders taller than me, but not bigger. This Dutch girl’s size is mocking my entire career! I heave hard forcing her to grab the ledge of the crate, but she stops me dead in my tracks. I grab a thick pipe running along the wall for leverage and now we are really in a battle of might. Boulders lowers her head and pours on the pressure. Holy fuck her strength is insane! I press my thigh against the side of the box and it is enough to stop her. The overgrown school girl has me a quarter of the way back. I throw back my head and let out a warriors cry pulling like a god damn ox! I am forcing her back to center, now it’s Boulders turn to scream out! I can feel the raw power vibrating through her body as more veins emerge from her immense bicep. My arm is on fire!
“Oh my god!” I blurt out
No, no, please no! I prepared for tonight, I have trained like never before, I am bigger than I ever have been before, I am at 100%!
“No baby!” My wife cries out
She is not using any technique, she is bullying me back with crude power. I am getting OUTMUSCLED by a fucking high school girl!
“I am more of a man than your munchkin husband ever was.” The bitch smirks
I am pressed one inch past start... two inches… she tearing the fibers of my muscle apart!
*BAM!*
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Welcome back! I've been looking forward to this so much and it doesn't disappoint. Violet was indeed deserving to get a bit of payback, but darn that was brutal. This hopefully makes her a bit more humble and, more importantly, motivates her to train even harder for the possible meeting next year. I'm glad Jay and Debbie got to taste Femke's strength. Sure Violet was a total bitch toward them, but still, they didn't have good intentions when arriving. Looking very much forward to what happens next.
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Yeah, Violet definitely deserved to be knocked down a notch or two, so I'm happy with that part of it, but I am a bit disappointed that I thought maybe Femke was put up to it by Debbie and Jay, but the second new chapter took that possibility away, while Debbie and Jay are not blameless, they have been beaten down now by both Violet and Femke, while I hope that they learned their lesson, not to underestimate younger people, and maybe are a bit more humble themselves, I also hope they can come out stronger too. Anyway, looking forward to more! k+!
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Thanks guys, I really appreciate the feed back!
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#27 Together We Can Move Mountains
Jay’s POV
*BAM!*
Debbie slams into the Dutch girl trying to knock her to the ground in a wild rage! The fucking teen beast does not go down. Debbie has her left hand clutched to the Dutch girl’s shoulder and her right hand pressing against her pec trying to shove her to the ground!
“Trying to cop another feel?” Femke chuckles
My wife plants her feet and really leans in, neither hand moves… neither! Instead, Femke grabs onto Debbie’s hair and throws her to the floor! During the chaos I was able to get the girl’s arm back 2/3rds of the way down. Debbie gets up but the girl catches her in a headlock with her free arm. I try to get up to help but Femke squeezes my hand painfully.
“Beat me and I will let her go big boy.”
I already have her inches from the table. Debbie grabs at her forearm with both her hands to pry the teen’s arm from her throat.
“I’ll tell you what; if just one of you can move either arm a single centimeter in the next 10 seconds I will let you both go and leave.”
This cocky bitch is going down.
“1”
I go all out and wrench down.
“2”
Debbie lets out the same warrior scream she gives when lifting with her all effort at the gym.
“3”
It’s only 3 inches to put her down, and I just need 1 of them for fuck sake!
“4”
My wife’s arms are shaking with force!
“5”
I clutch the crate harder and pull with everything.
“6”
Debbie’s face is turning deep crimson.
“7”
I try to twist her wrist but her huge hand squeezes mine to the point of my palm caving in.
“8”
Debbie’s eyes are rolling back!
“9”
I hunch over the teen’s galvanized arm using my weight!
“10!”
“Time’s up big guy!”
The teen whips my wife around slinging her over her shoulder!
“You have the pipe to hold onto, I need counter weight.” She says with a sinister grin
The school girl growls as she heaves. Debbie, my beautiful, powerful wife is rising into the air! The teen’s arm cranks out more power as my wife’s weight is getting used against me! The school girl is overpowering me, my arm bends to hers! Debbie is a foot over Femke’s shoulder, and my arm is pushed back up the starting point!
“You guys are like 100 years older than me combined. What have you been doing this whole time?”
My wife is pressed higher in the air! My arm is on fire, she’s tearing the fibers of my muscle apart!
“Hey wifey. Can your big, strong husband press 160 lbs overhead with one arm?
The teen lowers Debbie down.
“I asked you a question.”
Debbie looks terrified.
“Can he do it for reps?”
The school girl forces my wife up again! She then lowers Debbie and presses her a third time!
“Don’t you want your top back Mrs muscle munchkin?”
Femke flexes her chest while staring my wife in the eyes several feet above her head.
*pop*
The red bikini’s back clasp ruptures at sling-shoots up through the low neckline hanging partially out of Boulder’s top!
“I guess it is no good to either of us now.”
The school girl slams down my wrist as she presses my wife completely overhead!
“Do you two have a fetish for getting overpowered by teenage girls?”
She laughs as she keeps my hand pinned and my wife over her head for a long, full 30 seconds. Without warning Femke lets go of us both. Debbie hits the floor hard, knocking her out cold.
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Wow, Femke completely overpowered and dominated two middle-aged adult bodybuilders at the same time! What a young beast of a girl! I don't think Jay and Debbie have a fetish of being humiliated by teenage girls, they just have found two incredibly powerful girls that they can't overpower with all their power combined, which is incredible and probably against all odds, but then again, in the Winterwolff universe, who knows how many incredibly powerful teenage (and possibly preteen) girls there are out there? I look forward to more! k+!
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That was the best. Loved seeing Femke lifting her overhead with a single arm while dominating the guy at the same time. Would love to see if Violet can get strong enough to top that.
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Thank you for the kind words guys! karma+!
#28 Pec-ing Order
Jay’s POV
“Debbie!” I scream out
I twist my hand from Femke’s, jumping up from the table to face the blonde bitch, adrenalin surging through my veins.
“I’m going to call the police and you might not be alive when they show up unless you leave NOW!.” I scream out in a rage
“Okay, I will go… after you give me YOUR top little man.” she says with a sinister grin
Femke casually takes her blouse and pulls it over her head inches from me! She is fucking HUGE! The busted bikini top still covers her chest but it is no longer strapped to her disturbingly wide back, instead the bands hang at her sides, broken and frayed.
“How do you want me to take your shirt? By contest or by force?” She snickers
Femke then raises her hands challenging me and I grip her hands hard. We immediately go into a merciless game of mercy! Neither of our wrists bend, instead we are shoving each other around the back stage area as if in a violent dance with our hands entwined. We both find our footing in the doorway threshold leading to a hallway to the parking lot. With our backs to opposite door jambs within the narrow doorway we press against each other’s palms in a pure test of chest strength. This is where this ends, I can bench 70 lbs more than she even weighs. I extend my arms, pressing her arms back to her shoulders making the door jamb dig into her back. The shimmering, broken bikini top rises as her pecs take form. Boulder’s pecs are not wide blocks like my own, they are bulging fists sized muscles slowly rising from her chest as her resistance against me starts to increase. No! Fuck! NO! my arms yield and spread out, she is driving my arms back with steady force. Her arms were insanely powerful but her chest in inhuman! I am not even slowing her down! No woman is this strong, no girl can be this strong! My arms are getting bullied back and her pecs are still growing! Femke grins at my awed expression.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare at a woman’s cleavage Jason?” She says with a giggle
That “cleavage” is two and a half fucking inches deep of pure muscle! No wonder Debbie looked so startled grabbing under her blouse! My chest is faltering, and her smile grows wider while overpowering me with measured, methodical force! I have to do something! She is just a girl, a school girl! I rear back my thick leg and knee her right in the bellybutton! Femke yelps, releasing me as she falls onto her ass, her back to the door jamb. I jump grabbing the top of the door frame pulling my legs into the air. With her on the ground her head is at my hip level. Holding onto the door frame above me I raise legs forward to wrap around her neck. The Dutch girl reacts and grabs the soles of my gym shoes in each hand just before I can get them behind her head. I thrust my legs forward pressing her arms way back, powering her wrists to her trap muscles. As I press harder her hands are forced further back beyond her shoulders.
Her arms stretch wide behind her while her spine presses hard into the 5 inch wide beam. I am going to snap this psycho cunt in half against the steel frame! Boulder’s arms tremble as they are driven back by my stout, powerful legs.
“AAAhhh!” Femke wails
She is pinned securely against the frame, arms spread wide. She knows if she lets go of my feet I will wrap my huge thighs around her blonde head. The Dutch girl is at her limit, I have won this one with strength AND smarts.
“Who’s stronger now Boulders?”
She doesn’t say anything, her eyes are shut tight and her lips are quivering. I press harder and tears roll down her cheeks. Her chest is stretched wide, flattened and trembling.
“I asked you a question.” I grin
“AhhhhAAAAhhhh!!!” Femke roars!
Boulders pitches her head forward, arches her lower back and lets out a beast like howl. She is like a rabid dog, growling and spitting through clenched teeth spraying my inner thighs as she heaves! My tailbone is pressing hard into the jamb and my legs are starting to burn. The huge Dutch girl is beginning to quake, sweat is cascading from her head all the way down to her jeans. My shoes are pressed back to her shoulder level. It is impressive but it’s my quads against her chest, and I can squat 385 lbs. The girl quakes with animalistic rage as her pecs swell. Tears escape her tightly clenched eyelids mixing with her sweat as her perspired dampened hair clings to her face. The broken straps hanging from her bikini flutter frantically as her chest vibrates with furor. Her intense rage is startling but my core is galvanize, my glutes are contracted and my legs are fully flexed. The strain on my quads is increasing but I have her securely pinned. Her inflamed pecs are writhing like wild boars under the busted top. Veins erupt from every striation, throbbing in unison, causing the cups to undulate atop the over-sized pectoral muscles as they struggle against my densely muscled legs.
Femke bites her lower lip shaking her head side to side!
“Mrrhhhhhppff, nooooo!” She screams
Femke thrusts her hips into the air, and every muscle on her body surges as she heaves! Veins bulge and throb from both my thighs and her chest as they swell to their limit! Youthful power surges through her muscles while lactic acid courses through mine! She can’t! She can’t, she can’t, she…
“BOULDERRRRSSS!” She screams out her own name in a fearsome rage!
The young girl’s hysterical power is terrifying! The deafening scream is so loud it rouses my wife from her unconsciousness! Femke plants her feet and arches her back as the teen’s heinous pectoral muscles explode with god killing force! My thunderous thighs spasm and begin to yield to her!
“Your munchkin legs will bend to my tits!” She cries out!
The girl is bullying my densely muscled quadriceps back with her fucking chest! The teen is overwhelming my entire lower body with raw pectoral might! The crazy bitch squeals as drives my trembling legs all the way back, pinning my knees against my chest! The pressure exerted against my body is terrifying! Her over-exerted pecs are blood-red and appear painfully distended from her sternum. The twin towers are involuntarily spasming under the tented, shimmering fabric covering the top of her seizing muscles. She is crushing me to death! I can’t breath!
“Stop! Please! You are much stronger than him, leave him alone!” My wife cries out, pleading with the girl
The words hit me like a goddamn truck.
“What did you say?” Femke says through her heavy strain turning her head to Debbie
“You’re… you’re stronger than him.” Debbie says quietly ashamed
“That’s not quite what you said. Was it Mrs. Munchkin?”
Femke lowers her chin to her distended chest and presses harder! My ribs bending! I feel a snap!
“You’re MUCH stronger than him, please stop hurting him!” Debbie cries out fully sobbing!
“He knows what I want.” The teen sneers at me
“Okay… you can have it.” I barley croak out audibly
Femke lets go of my feet and I collapse inside the doorway. The teen stands tall and stares down on me as I get up shakily. At least one of my ribs is definitely broken, it is excruciating to raise the shirt over my head. The teen snatches it from my grip and moves in closer to me. I try to back up but my back is against the door jamb. The bitch has s shit-eating grin looking down on me as we both stand there shirtless. Not a single muscle on her is second to my own. Femke’s striated, menacing chest is an inch from my face! They are grotesque in appearance; they are crimson and throbbing from the extreme exertion, veins criss-cross every inch of them and distend a full three inches from her sternum! The bikini top now only covers the top third of her pecs, barely keeping her modesty in tact. They are bigger than my wife’s actual breasts but are all muscle. I literally gulp at there alarming appearance. Seeing my expression the teen puts on my shirt to cover up.
“My eyes are up here little man.”
Femke inhales and flexes her pecs, the inch between us disappears as my chin presses between the rock hard pecs from below. As the wicked mountains rise they actually force me to look up at her and into her eyes. The girl steps closer and inhales deeper, my chin wedges harder into the canyon of tumescent muscle. The teen raises to her toes lifting me from the ground, she is forcing my body up the door jamb with her chest while simultaneously cutting off my air supply!
“Who knew I could out-muscle a famous male bodybuilder with just my teats?”
I panic and grab onto each horrid pec muscle! I try to crush them in my grip but hands are not big enough! Femke throws back her head, bringing her arms to her side and hits a hard double bicep pose. Her pecs start to quake in my grip, I squeeze as hard as I can!
*trsssssc*
Her biceps overfilled MY sleeves beyond their limit making them split at the seams!
It’s the last sound I hear as my conscious slips away…
Debbie could no longer look me in the eyes after that night and we separated a few weeks later. Femke's muscle were so powerful they destroyed decades of our relentless hard work. We spent years building our pride, our bodies, and our marriage and not one was strong enough to overcome the power exerted by a young girl's chest...
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Wow, she totally decimated that couple. Can anyone stop her if she gets even more time to grow and develop?
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Looks like this might be the end of the story, at least from Jay and Debbie's perspective, I have to say that this has been a really awesome story to read, if it is the end, such incredible power shown by both Violet and Femke, and great muscle description. I look forward to any more writing from you, WW, as you have a way about this kind of thing, tests of strength, shows of dominance, muscle description, always good reads when you post here. k+!
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Woooow! Her pecs are insane! Would love to read more about them. Maybe a back view where she work them out in a grueling hard workout.
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Wow! I am really so glad you guys like the story so far it means a lot, I truly appreciate all of your feedback! karma+ to you guys! You are right Jeremy, it is the end for Jay and Debbie but there are still loose ends that need to be dealt with. ;)
#30 [1]
Adam’s POV
It’s been two years of planning to get revenge on Violet. That little shit made a mockery of all 3 of us and were going to make her regret it. We have devised a perfect trap to lure her here. We sent an invite for a promotional photo shoot and offered $15,000 as a start-up selling protein “artisan” protein shakes. They only problem is we are not sure if she got the invite. We sent a message by email to her website but considering it has been nearly two year since she posted anything (I assume due to COVID) we also reached out by other social media outlets and even mailed an invite to to her house. I originally thought Violet had caught on to our trap but she emailed me back a few weeks ago.
Hello Gourmet Gains,
I am excited to be a spokes model for your protein powder and accept your invitation. I will be there on May 12th and I think you will be pleasantly surprised by me and my physique.
Sincerely,
Vi’Ceps
We have been working out like fiends waiting for this moment for two years after we encountered her last. I have been hitting the gym 4 days a week and have a more athletic build than I ever had in my life with a mix of weights and cardio. Paula and Sheila on the other hand virtually only press iron daily, both my wife and Sheila have also abandoned any discretion and have became a full on, open steroid users.
Paula is jacked… I mean jacked, jacked. She has been cutting weight for two months now to get that full shredded look. Even with 13% body fat she is a monstrous 182 lbs of pure muscle, she benches two plates (225 lbs,) and squats 425 lbs! I can’t say I am totally on board, it is kind of weird to be in bed with someone so masculine. She went from soft skin, voluptuous muscles, and pillowy breasts to veins, rock hard muscle, and well... sacks of breast flesh. My wife has lost 3 cup sizes and they are no longer full, and firm sticking out proudly from her powerful chest. They are now long, depleted, and hang from vascular pectoral muscles. They are still B cups and look great in a push-up bra but she is kind of uncomfortable with them when she’s naked to the point of even wearing a bra that pushes them up during sex. But there is a better trade-off with the less feminine look too; the thought that my wife is stronger than 99.9% of females to ever walk the earth from the dawn of time to this day,turns me on well beyond her new looks. Speaking of turn ons; the best benefit of the juice is she wants it all the time, sometimes even 3-4 times a day. My only complaint besides her more masculine appearance is that we don’t make love anymore. The sex is fast, furious, and hard. It’s great to get off all the time, but it’s usually mostly clothed standing, propped up against the counter, or in the shower for less cleanup. Beggars can’t be choosers I guess.
We have all been working out to near exhaustion for two years to execute our plan to take care of the teen once and for all…
*buzz*
Our intercom crackles.
“Come in, I just put the dog outside.” I say through the intercom
“I am here for the photo shoot.”
She’s early… by like an hour, but it doesn’t sound like Violet’s voice either. Paula and I look at each other confused.
“Viol… um I mean Vi’ceps? You are early” I say disguising my voice
“Vi'ceps could not make it so I am taking her place.”
What the fuck?
“Sorry young lady, this was for Vi'ceps.”
“Don’t worry I am much better for your product.”
“Listen dear, this was invite only.” my wife chimes in
“Well your invite came to me. I have your email.” The woman says
She has a copy of my email? Did I send to the wrong address? I couldn’t have, I emailed her directly from her own website. Maybe I mailed the paper invitation to the wrong house.
“I have traveled a LONG way to get here. Just give me one look, I think I can change your mind.” The woman says
“Yeah, but this is not for you. I am afraid I must ask you to leave.”
Sheila walks toward the door clearly annoyed, just as she get there the doorknobs turns, and the brash woman starts to let herself in nearly hitting Sheila behind it.
Holy shit, it’s Femke in the flesh staring at us in our own home! She is even bigger in person, she is dressed in a pink track suit and black high heels. Is this a thing in the Netherlands? It’s a stupid look but in the heels she is 6’5” at a minimum.
“Your going to give me the money, and you’ll be happy to do it when you see this for your product.”
It’s been a year since anyone has seen Gator Girl, Boulders, Femke or whatever the hell you call her and she has… grown.
“I was here for a bodybuilding contest but I took 2nd, but I still got a very good couple of trophies. I was not cut enough for the little show, but as you can see I am contest ready now and in the perfect condition for your photo shoot.”
Femke grabs her break-away pants at the thigh and rips them off before unzippering her hoodie and shrugging it to the floor. HOLE.LEE.SHIT, She is ripped! As she stands here in her black bikini I can’t even think of another woman to compare her to. Every muscle is thick and bulges menacingly, she no longer has her baby fat, she is shredded head to toe!
“I’m sorry but this is not for you. Our invite was for someone else.” My wife says
The huge teen gets in Paula’s face.
“Lucky for you I am patience person. Now let’s take the pictures and you can give me the $5000, I should make you pay more.”
As soon as the Dutch girl steps in closer Sheila emerges from behind her wrapping her powerful arms around the teen’s chest pinning her arms and hoisting her into the air in a rib crushing bear hug! Femke tries to scream but only a whoosh of air leaves her lungs! Unprepared, the girl couldn’t steel herself for the squeeze of a woman who can now bench over 400 lbs. Femke’s face is turning bright red, and her eyes bulge as her air supply is completely cut off. Sheila hunches over really giving everything she has applying enough crushing force to break a bowling ball until the girl goes limp, passed out cold!
The power-lifter drops the unconscious girl to the ground, the impact is enough to awaken Femke into a daze. She tries to stand but is too groggy, she only makes it to her hands and knees before it’s Paula’s turn. Paula is full of ‘roid rage and is eager to join in on the ass kicking. My wife grabs the dazed teen under her armpits and roughly jams the girl’s head between her thighs. Paula’s 26 inch thighs explode crushing the girl’s skull in a standing head-scissors! Femke screams out but Paula’s monstrous legs are way to powerful for the girl to resist. The teen grabs onto Paula’s beautiful ass but she is far too gone to put up any real fight. My wife is really enjoying the feeble pleas of the girl.
“You should have listened blondie!” Paula scolds
Femke’s flailing becomes weaker and weaker until her arms hang limp out for the second time in the matter of a minute.
“Who the hell is this?” Sheila asks
“Her name is Femke” I say
“Who!? And how the fuck do you know her!?” My wife yells releasing her legs, letting the teen flop to the floor
“She’s another teen bodybuilder. She’s from the Netherlands. The rumor is she beat up Violet so badly she went into hiding and that’s why she hasn’t posted on any social media in almost a year.”
“Christ, there’s another one? She is freaking huge for a teen! She’s the same age as Violet?” Sheila says
“No, younger, about 18 now but she roughed up Violet and maybe a couple others back when she was 15 or 16.” I reply
All three of us look down at the knocked out girl splayed on the tile floor.
“The last time she posted anything was about a year ago. She looks even bigger now.”
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While I have to say I love your writing style overall (and you are one of my favorites) and I do like the direction the story has gone in, I feel the constant shifting of POV is taking away more than it adds. It's definitely hurting the immersion, at least for me. If I could make one suggestion, it would be to pick one POV and stick with it, but do your best to keep everything else in the direction you intended to keep it going in.
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Thank you Weapon Zero, I'm sorry the POVs took you out of the story, I wanted to keep it to two narrators but then I added Violet's backstory. However, as the story winds down it will basically be Adam's story to tell from here on out.
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#31 A Nap and A Story
Adam’s POV
I sigh and tell the woman all I know about the unconscious teen on our floor...
“A while back I started to search everything I could about Femke (who goes by Boulders on the internet) once I heard about her run in with Violet. She is an arm wrestling sensation in the Netherlands, her father is a well know heavy weight arm wrestling and strongman champion. The family appears to be well off and travel a lot. She has a lot of gym equipment and the latest clothes but three years ago she had only one wish to celebrate her 15th year on this plant. They set off to Scotland where she became the youngest and only 5th woman to ever lift the Dinnie Stones. The stones are a set of boulders with iron rings affixed to them weighing 318 lbs and 414 lbs for a combined 773 lbs total. Since 1953 only 90 men and 4 woman have managed to lift them off the ground. Femke was the youngest to ever record such a feat by man or woman and by 7 years. Also; I don’t know if you remember the news story a few years back, but when she was 12 she injured an alligator so severely it had to be euthanized in Florida.”
“She killed an alligator!?” Sheila said in disgust
“Yeah, she basically crushed it to death with her legs. There is also an old Youtube video of her at 13. Her minor celebrity as a junior champion arm wrestler gave her the opportunity to present a trophy for some regional armature bodybuilding show in Canada where she was going to arm wrestle in a tournament the following night. She was assigned the first contest of the day which was the men’s bantamweight division. The winner was a 39 year old Italian man. When she got up on stage to present the trophy it was clear he was uncomfortable being given his prize by a 13 year old girl who was 3 inches taller than him. She was wearing a knee length, yellow sundress, with a white shawl that covered her shoulders and arms. As tradition, she grabbed his wrist and raised his hand to present him as the champion but when she lifted the bantamweight’s hand she raised her arm all the way up. The poor man was lifted to his tippy-toes! At first because she is smiling so casually and cute as a button you think she doesn’t even know what she is doing, then you realize there is no way she is lifting a 139 lbs man nearly off the ground without knowing. As she rose their hands up high the shawl fell down to her shoulders and her dress rode up a few inches. To everyone’s shock the 13 year old’s arms were every bit as big as his, and her legs were definitely larger! After 5 long seconds she lowered their arms, and got in close to him for a picture. She put her arm around his back, placing her hand just above his elbow and he did the same in a standard side by side embrace for the photo.
When prompted to flex they both gave big smiles but his quickly disappeared, and was replaced by a grimace. His muscles were flared on his neck, shoulders, and arms. He looked like he was flexing but wasn’t. Femke kept smiling, charming the audience with her cuteness but then you noticed the champion’s arm shaking in her grip. He was trying to raise his arm to bicep flex for the camera but she was keeping it pinned to his side! You would never know from her expression, still giving a wide, angelic smile but his arm was undoubtedly quaking in her grip. The MC who was looking at them from behind placed her hand over her mouth in awe. She turned to someone off stage and wordlessly mouthed “HUGE” pointing at his back, undoubtedly talking about the arm Femke was using to keep his at his side. He finally broke it free and was able to flex his arm for the cameraman… but then so did she. When flexed, her 13 year old arm was not as big as the newly crowned bodybuilder, it was far bigger! It was a baseball verse a softball in comparison! The cameraman took about a dozen pictures before turning away. As soon as he did they separated and Italian man stormed of the stage visibly enraged. Rumor has it he followed her into the bathroom to confront her but came out with a soaking wet, blue stained head. The word is she completed her emasculation by giving him a swirly in the woman’s toilet for several minutes until he started crying. She has enjoyed bullying everything and everyone since she was in grade school.
At 12 she killed an alligator, at 13 she was bullying fully grown men, at 14 no woman in the Netherlanders could beat her at arm wrestling, at 15 she became the youngest to lift the Dinnie Stones, at 16 she entered her first bodybuilding contest and afterwards supposedly beat up Violet along with Debbie AND Jay Coulter … supposedly. This kid has been ruthlessly using her muscles to destroy everything from alligators to full grown bodybuilding champions since she was a fucking tween.”
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Oh no. If they don't manage to chain her up fast, they're screwed. Oh, and where is Violet these days? Maybe she'll make a comeback?
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I just wanted to say your inventiveness for coming up with new strength feats and comparisons are amazing, I can't wait for the next instalment!! :clap:
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Thank you Jeff I really appreciate the compliment! The main reason I write is because I want to change things up and do something I have not seen yet.
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#32 The Beatings Will Continue Until Moral Improves
Adam's POV
“Well I have heard enough about this monstrous bitch. I wanted to pound a different teenage whore tonight, but an animal hurting psychopath will do. Hold her up Adam.” My wife commands
I grab the unconscious girl by her overgrown biceps, they are fucking huge! They are bigger than my hands and feel rubbery as I pull her from from the ground. Holy crap, she’s heavy but I lift the big bitch to her feet, holding her against my chest to face my wife.
“This will wake her up” I say
I squeeze those balls of muscle in my hands. Even with the teen out cold her biceps are extremely dense but, my large forearms bulge and my powerful fingers dig into her flesh.
“Oh god!” She cries out getting brought back to consciousness
Femke’s legs are noodles, she cannot stand on her own or resist my firm hold, that will happen when you get KO’d twice in 60 seconds.
“Fuck you, you old whore!” The girl says as she spits in Paula’s face!
That was a mistake...
“This is what happens when you keep pushing a real bitch like me you millennial trash.” Paula yells with rage
Paula grabs the girl’s wrist and whips her to the floor. With Femke on her back my wife pulls her left arm between her thick thighs and pulls the girl’s wrist between her tits applying a perfect arm bar! Paula’s rock hard thighs crush the screaming teen’s bicep as she hyper-extends her arm at the elbow. Femke is slapping the ground writhing in excoriating pain.
“Don’t break it Paula, there will be no hiding that.” Sheila reminds her friend
My wife looks pissed but she knows it’s true and releases her arm-bar leaving the broken girl sprawled out on the floor. Sheila mockingly skips to the girl’s prone body.
“You aren’t going to tell anyone what happened here. Are you, you little shit?”
The half-dead girl doesn’t seem to even register what the huge woman is saying. Sheila reaches down and grasps Femke’s left trapezoid. Her large, calloused hand encompasses the entire protruding muscle.
“I asked you a question!”
Sheila’s huge burly arm erupts as she clutches Femke’s bulging muscle trying to pulverize it in her grip. The teen lurches in pain and as she does the power-lifter grabs her by the crotch and hoists the girl clean off the ground up to her own chest.
“Answer me bitch!”
Sheila presses the writhing girl upwards!
“She’s heavier than she looks” The weightlifter says struggling to keep her aloft.
With a loud grunt and heavy strain the power-lifter awkwardly but completely presses the girl’s body over her head!
“This is what will happen if you tell anyone!” Sheila sneers
Without warning she drops the girl to the carpeted ground with a huge thump. The thoroughly decimated teen rolls onto her back, chest heaving and glassy eyed.
To finish her off my wife mounts the prone girl and pins her arms over her head while sitting on her stomach. The blonde girl is barley alive at this point, she had no idea what she was walking into.
“You know what? Adam get the measuring tape. I just have to know.” Paula says sitting up on Femke’s stomach.
I grab the cloth measuring tape and toss it to Paula.
“Let’s play: why did the dumb bitch get her ass kicked tonight.”
Paula flexes her right arm and wraps the tape around it.
“15 and 1/2 inches, now the two of you.”
Both Sheila and I get on our knees on either side of my wife and flex our arms over the girl.
“Adam clocks in at 14 and 1/4 inches, very nice!”
My wife then wraps the tape around her friends plump, cannonball sized arm.
“Now for Miss Sheila, this is going to be good… 20 and 1/8 inches, holy shit! The steroids have done you VERY good! Now lets see what the bimbo has.”
Paula wraps the cloth tape around the girl’s limp arm.
“Jeezus Christ what are they feeding these damn teens? 18 and 1/2 inches!”
Fuck me, they are over a full 4 inches bigger than mine unflexed!
“Well I think that will be your last victory of the night barbie biceps.”
Paula wraps the tape around Femke’s thigh.
“26 and 7/8 inches”
She then wraps the tape around my thigh.
“23 inches babe, not bad”
“Now Sheila”
Paula wraps the tape around her friends chunky thigh and pulls the tape tight cutting deep into the fat, my competitive wife didn’t do it to Sheila’s arm but she is not going to give her friend any advantage when it comes to legs.
“27 inches even, for the power-lifter”
Paula raises to her knees and wraps the tape around her tanned, tree-trunk thigh.
“28 and 1/8th inches of pure muscle! We have a winner!”
My wife slaps and shakes her huge quads in triumph.
“Actually let’s see something else little girly”
Paula snakes the tape beneath the teen and around her tight waist.
“27 and 1/2 inches! My thighs are bigger than your fucking waist!”
Paula rolls to her side forcing her leg beneath Femke and wraps her the other leg over the lethargic girl’s abs. Damn, my wife’s legs really are larger than the teen’s entire waist. Paula’s giant legs explode crushing the girl in a body scissors. Femke’s eyes bulge and her mouth gapes but nothing comes out except a powerful whoosh of air! My wife really pours on the pressure, squeezing the teen’s midsection to the width of a the bible on our end table, if her thighs were placed any higher she would have snapped the kid’s ribs like chicken bones. For the 3rd time in 10 minutes Femke is knocked out cold again!
Sheila has a sinister grin as walks to the unconscious teen.
“I’m going to need your help with this one Paula.” The roided mountain of woman says
The power-lifter reaches under the teen and scoops her up in her arms holding her at waist level before turning to my wife almost as if she was presenting her the limp body as a gift.
“Hop on girl!”
Paula looks a bit confused to say the least.
“Come on, take a seat” Sheila encourages
Sheila squats down offering Femke as the seat. Paula smiles, turns around facing towards me and sits on the comatose girl’s abs while she lays in the weightlifter’s burly arms.
“Remember when I curled your husband’s body weight in this very room for… fun? Well I’ve been working on my arms MUCH harder since but you tell me Adam if you can see the results.”
With that Sheila stands lifting Femke and my wife up to her waist level! Her arms are absolutely massive and harder looking than before. The redhead is holding around 350 lbs or so in the air! She of course isn’t curling them but she is supporting their weight just on the strength of her titanic biceps alone! My wife squeals with delight, her legs swinging freely in the air.
“Count it our for me Adam” Sheila says with considerable strain
“1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3…”
As I count I can’t believe the current size of the power-lifter’s arms, her biceps might actually be the size of cantaloupes, the more they strain, the more definition becomes apparent. Her arms aren’t nearly as fat as they were months ago, they are almost all muscle now, 20 inches of muscle!
“9 Mississippi, 10!”
Sheila had enough and can’t keep the women up any longer so she just lets go. Both my wife and Femke crash to the floor, Paula’s fall is broken by the teen’s stomach, my wife’s rock hard ass crushes the girl below her.
Femke screams out, violently awoken by getting her already damaged abdomen pulverized beneath my wife’s solid body. The girl curls up in the fetal position, but Paula overpowers the dazed teen’s bruised core, stretching the kid flat on her back, taking a seat high on her chest. Paula easily manipulates the girl’s body, she slides up further pinning Femke’s upper arms with her knees. My wife’s 28 inch thighs flank the girl’s face, resting her pubis bone on her chin.
The teen is fully defeated and whimpering like an injured puppy, her chest is heaving under Paula’s rump rhythmically lifting my wife slightly with every labored breath. I definitely think we are ready for Violet, but what a waste of a great plan. At least this giant bitch was a good test run.
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Very interesting that Femke has been so hurt and damaged that she can't even fight back at this point, I feel sorry for her that she was a pawn in their plan to take revenge on Violet. But this may be good in the long run, because it will cause Femke to train more in order to get revenge against these 3. And who knows, after Violet's defeat by Femke, she will have trained hard too and may be well over the top and the 3 may not be able to defeat her. We will see. k+!
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Violet is likely off lifting heavier that ever. Getting huge and dominating Dale while she rides Tanya pussy , as he is hopelessly watching. Really like your writing.
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Thank you Jeremy, and I am really glad you like the writing Reverie, karma+!
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#33 Ends to a Mean
Adam’s POV
“You are going to leave, tell no one what happened here, and never even make so much as eye contact with me if you don’t want more of this.” Paula scorns
Paula’s massive legs flex squeezing Femke’s face with her insanely powerful thighs. My wife doesn’t even need to cross her ankles, she only needs the muscles that she uses to lift the entire stack of weights on the adductor machine at the gym. Femke’s face smooshes between the devastatingly powerful muscles as she starts to thrash under my wife!
“Grab her legs Sheila!” Paula yells
The massive redhead hops on top of the teen’s knees pinning them with her 256 lbs. Now both women are straddling the girl’s prone and battered body. They are enjoying the teen’s impotent attempt to muster up any fight at all after getting the hell knock out of her several times.
“If I were you blondie I would calm down before we start the ass whooping all over again.”
My wife punctuates this by squeezing her even tighter. Femke gasps in terror clutching onto Paula’s legs from over her giant thighs as best she can while her upper arms are still pinned under my wife’s shins. Paula just laughs, looking down on the teen.
“Sorry honey, we’ve been training for this over two years, it’s been nothing but steroids, pumping iron, and MMA classes, I’m not letting it all go to waste. At least not since you spit in my fucking face.” Paula sneers
My wife then hits a jarring most muscular crab pose over the teen’s face, crushing the girl with her goddess thighs! I haven’t seen Paula hit this pose since she was on stage and it never looked like this. Despite not competing anymore my wife has become every bit a bodybuilder, far bigger than before. Not just an armature physique competitor, or bodybuilder, I’m talking PRO tier. She could go on stage with any of the women on the internet including the ones half her age.
Paula is squeezing everything she has into her terrifying pose, she is flexing so hard her body is shaking! My wife’s hunched back muscles writhe, her lats are spread like demon wings, and her traps are nearly at her ears. Paula’s pecs are bulging like twin silos, her arms are as thick as most woman’s legs, and her crushing thighs are quaking with devastating power. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, 20 go by but she doesn’t relent! Beads of sweat are dripping down Paula’s bulging abs onto the girl’s chin. Her most muscular flex is so intense she is going to collapse the teen’s skull, rupture a blood vessel or both. Tears are actually rolling down her flushed cheeks. The amazon has a look of pure hatred as she exerts every muscle. Veins begin to emerge on her lower abs and billowing abductor muscle all leading to her crotch, she is going to pop Femke’s head like a water balloon!
“Fuck… you… you… youuuuu… BIIIITCH!” My bodybuilder roars
My wife’s giant abductors spasm wildly as her gargantuan, quaking thighs… PART! Paula wasn’t flexing, she was fighting the strength of Femke’s arms! My wife’s tremendous legs are getting overpowered by the teen! Paula wails as she presses her hands onto the sides of her outer thighs to apply more pressure but it is too late, her muscular groin surrenders, opening wide! So wide Paula’s labia slips out the side of her panties and quivers from the trembling, stretching muscles on both sides of her pussy as they yield to the immense strength of the teen’s arms! Paula’s legs surrender completely and rip wide open! The teen contracts her black and blue core muscles and lets out a guttural roar rising up with my wife on her chest, preforming an astonishing 182 pound sit-up! Boulders hurls my wife at Sheila who is anchoring the girl’s legs causing their heads to collide sending both women to the floor!
Femke unsteadily gets to her feet. I charge at the girl full speed to stop her from escaping but trip over Paula kicking her in the head as she rolls off Sheila’s splayed out body. I careen through the air slamming face first in to Femke’s pelvis! I feel like I hit a brick wall, nearly knocked out by her hoo-ha. I’m on my knees, arms wrapped around the girl’s hips as we both try to regain our senses. My chin rests at the top of her groin, I looking up at her as she looks down upon me, we both seem caught off guard by my position, and neither of us react.
Femke’s protruding, cobblestone abs billow and contract in my face, as she surveys the room. Even though the teen is now the only one on her feet she is by no means in fighting condition. The girl’s adrenalin appears to be fading, wheezing with every deep breath and is no doubt trying to wrap her head around everything that has just occurred since she unwittingly walked into our trap. Her throbbing stomach, arms, cheeks, and chest are all covered in purple and yellow bruises. The scent of her heavy perspiration is wafting in my face. I know I have to do something quick before she gathers herself. With Femke’s injured abs right in my face I punch the bitch in the largest, deepest bruise I see causing her to yelp in pain.
I coil my legs under me at her feet and launch upwards catching her by the hands, entwining our fingers. I wrench her wrists in my strong grip eliciting a yelp from her. I twist her hands over her head and bully her backwards tying her up in the awkward position. I force her back to the near wall slamming the back of her head nearly knocking her out again while pinning her with my our hands entangled above her.
“Eehh!” I wince
The little bitch is trying to twist my wrists, even dazed she is as strong as a bull. I spread her arms above her against the wall twisting her wrists back causing her to wince in this game of mercy.
“Hold her Adam!” Paula shouts
I look behind to see my wife getting to her feet, but Sheila is
*BAM!
Femke head bunted me when my head was turned! She squeezes my hands and wrench my wrists with extraordinary force! Twin bolts of pain shoot down my arms and I fall to my knees. Thankfully the teen lets go of my aching hands readying to defend herself against my wife. Paula and Femke grip each other’s hands in a test of strength above me. I try to stand to separate them but I barley manage to get off of my knees before the top of my head strikes something above. My face is pressed against Femke stomach, my head is sandwiched between my wife’s and her abs. With all of the chaos I cannot get my bearings, I continue to try to stand but my head is held down between the two women. I reach up to shove the obstacle above me to free my head and it is solid, living flesh. I suddenly realize I am pressing against the undersides of Femke’s pecs! They are nearly four inches of protruding, dense muscle. I heave with all I have, but they don’t give in the slightest. She hardly seems to even notice me as she battles my enraged, hulking wife. Resigned that I am no match for a pair of tits I slide down and twist away to
“ahchak”
Femke’s leg constricts around my neck like a white anaconda! The teen managed wrap her calf around my neck holding me against her body using only her right leg in a kind of triangle hold. My face is stifled by rock hard hamstring and calf as she squeezes with jaw cracking force! My wife is pinning me to Femke and Femke to the wall as they struggle above me. From below I can only see pecs, breasts and arms. As the teen regains her strength, Paula’s arms are getting forced back by the girl’s. Femke’s pumped arms are terrifying, even with all the gear and hours at the gym Paula’s arms are still nowhere near the kid’s! I grab onto the teen’s calf with both hands and try to pry it off but Paula’s legs are too close for me to get enough room to really pull. Suddenly with a pained yelp, my amazon queen is on her knees in front of me!
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I was afraid something like this was gonna happen unless they chained her to something really sturdy. I guess the older folks are up for a can of whoop-ass.
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This story is one of the best keep it up k+
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I had a feeling that Femke wasn't all the way out of it, it seems like these teenage girls have some kind of extra gear that they can go into, sort of like an untapped energy tank that they can access that will allow them to get back into things, if certain buttons are pushed, bam, they get back into it and the adults are in trouble, and it looks like that is in the process of happening again here. I look forward to more! k+!
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The fact that Femke's arms unflexed were almost as big as Sheila's flexed arm and way bigger than Paula's and her legs unflexed were's almost as big as Paula's and bigger than Shiela's gave a hint that she was going to crush them if she got free. Loving your work!
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Bump
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Bump acknowledged ^-^
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#34 So A Couple Walk Into An Armbar...
Adam's POV
Both my wife and I are kneeling, facing each other. We have so much strength, so much power yet we are on our knees before a teenage girl. Face to face I am struck with my bodybuilder wife’s extraordinary muscularity as her mountainous, powerful traps surge. Paula has transformed herself into a true bodybuilder, she has never been more yoked, never more imposing, and never so strong in all of her 42 years. My wife unleashes a lateral spread that is nearly twice the width of my body, but the teen's arms are far too much for my bodybuilding bride’s. The child is manipulating Paula’s arms easily in their finger-lock test of strength. Paula’s arms are trembling, her shoulders are spasming, and her neck is flared thicker than my thigh as her wrists bend further.
“Oh god PLEEASE!” Paula screams!
I thrust my arms forward shoving Paula as hard as I can, knocking her to the floor, breaking Femke’s finger-lock. In a flash Paula shakes her hand free and grabs Femke’s left wrist with both hands while swinging her tree trunk legs up. The teen is unable to keep her balance and is forced to unhook her crushing leg-lock from my throat. Femke stumbles forward as my wife forces the girl to bend at the waist. From the floor Paula manages to apply a perfect armbar! Before Femke even has time to react my MMA training kicks in and I do the exact same to the girl’s right arm, we have her in a double arm bar! Femke cries out in pain!
“Lets break her fucking arms Adam!” Paula yell out in pure rage!
The teen thrusts her leg out planting it between us and leans back, forcing herself erect with my wife and I in tow. We pull back even harder, stretching and bending her arms while hanging upside down getting lifted into the air! The teen stands tall, her face masked in pain. The girl is in immense agony, I can feel her impossibly thick arms tremble between my clasping thighs, her tricep writhes against my crotch. Femke wails through clenched teeth crying out in Dutch!
“Neukennn!”
Paula and I both begin to rise at her sides! She is muscling us higher until the teen stands in a perfect crucifix pose! We are parallel to the ground upside down with our feet pointed to the ceiling and our ankles crossed. Her arm is no longer trembling against my crotch, it’s my crotch trembling against her arm! The school girl rotates to the entryway mirror, the ridiculous sight of two grownups, older than her own parents hanging from her teen arms is absurd. Her elbow digs into my stomach, my lats flair, and my lower back strains! The Dutch girl’s blue eyes well up as she lets out a animistic growl, clenching her jaw and taking in a huge breath through her flared nostrils!
“Grrrrrrraaaahhhhh!”
The daughter of Satan is trying to muscle herself out of my armbar in a colossal bicep flex! She is pitting my 175 lbs of muscle against her single arm!
“Your entire adult male body against my little girl bicep.” The teen sneers at me
My balls mash against her tricep as her bicep surges between my clenched thighs! She is too much woman! I fold to her power as she completes her bicep flex! Femke then bites her lower lip and my wife curls hers, baring her teeth in pure hatred. I can feel the girl’s body begin to quake between my legs. My wife; my huge, muscular, physical specimen of female power with medical grade testosterone flowing through her veins is displaying every fiber of her brawn. Paula grunts like a wild animal, veins emerge from her thick neck, the striations in her shoulders are becoming so prominent they look like pumpkins as she pulls against the immature Dutch girl’s arm!
“Break bitch!” Paula screams!
The definition of my wife’s body erupts before my eyes, her jacked body explodes with raw power! The school girl buries her chin into her straining pecs.
“You…will…bend…to…my…MIGHT!!!”
Femke roars and Paula whimpers! My herculean wife’s densely muscled body is surrendering to the young girl’s bicep! All of her 42 years submit to a girl less than half her age as the teen hits her full double bicep pose! The Dutch deity holds our 360 lbs in the air admiring her triumph in the mirror, drenched in sweat, her bulging chest heaves as she pants deeply. Femke gasps and shudders at her own reflection, pulling us in tight to her head, her tremendous bicep vibrates between my feeble thighs.
She takes in a deep breath and thrusts her arms outwards! Paula violently slams against the wall and I’m thrown clear across the dining room, landing face first into the kitchen island! Paula is writhing in pain and I am on all fours, seeing stars, my nose might be broken but I have to get up off the floor to help her! As I face the floor a large shadow snuffs out my own.
“Leave my husband alone!” Paula yells
The shadow over me stops and begins to recede. Afraid for Paula I pivot on my knees and lung out far enough to wrap my arms around Femke’s shin hugging it tight to stop her from going after my wife.
“How adorably noble… and stupid.” The girl coos
I am easily dragged across the tile kitchen floor. I feel like a 2 year old clinging to my mother’s leg and just as effective of stopping her. Rather than going to the dining room where Paula is, the teen only seems to drag me a few feet before stopping by the mud room next to the dog’s…
“NO!”
Is all I can manage to get out as her large, rough hand grabs the back of my neck. The oversized bitch shoves me into our German Shepard’s wire dog crate! I manage to turn around inside the cage, but instead of the door I am met with a pair of over-gorged, monstrous pecs.
“Heerrrrrrrrrrhhh” Femke moans
*creeeeek*
The front sides of the crate are bending in!
“Grrrrrraaaahhhh!”
*eeerrrrrrr*
This fucking school girl is crushing my dogs goddamn steel cage with her bare fucking hands! The door breaks off the deformed crate crashing to the ground. The heavy duty metal wire is bending sharply! The teen is using her raw, heinous might to manipulate the stainless steel box to encompass me inside! She has pinched the front of the cage in the middle making an hourglass shaped opening where the door once was. Neither the top or bottom opening is large enough for me to escape out of, I am completely trapped!
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Dayumn. That double biceps flex was one helluva hot feat of strength. Even Paula's entire body lost to her single biceps. Simply amazing. I'm still curious as to where Violet is? I'm hoping she's been secretly training all this time. Though taking out Femke, with strength alone, seems like a monumental obstacle.
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More please!! :thanks:
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All apologies, a bit of writer's block.
#35 SusPECt
Adam's POV
*SMASH!*
An orange blur collides with the girl with a tremendous thud! Sheila has come to her senses and to our rescue! The redhead slams into the monstrous teen carrying her across the kitchen! The furious redhead and Femke are hand to hand, shifting side to side. Their arms are spread high above their heads as they awkwardly stagger though out the room. The teen is massive, but Sheila is gargantuan! While Paula and I have been working out and taking MMA classes, Sheila has only been pumping heavy iron, cycling steroids, and bulking. At 6’1” and 256 of densely muscled pounds the redheaded woman is an inch taller and a lot heavier than the teen. The power-lifter was inhumanly strong before, but now she is nothing short of a Goliath. The two women stumble into the hallway foyer at the entrance of the house. Sheila forces the girl back a step but the teen extends her leg behind her bracing her foot against the baseboard. Femke uses her bracing to push Sheila back a couple of steps before the redhead extends her leg back against he wall behind herself in the same manner. In the 6 foot wide entry way they lower their arms to shoulder level and lean into each other, chest to chest. This is the power-lifter’s strong suit so to speak. Sheila’s chest is twin diesel engine blocks of power, she can bench 8 plates, 8! Her J-cup tits hide titanic pecs, she has literally pressed the back end of a hatchback off the ground from underneath.
“I can bench press over two-hundred...” Femke says with pride
“That’s cute bitch, but I can bench FOUR hundred and 5 pounds!” Sheila grins
The redhead’s soccer ball sized breasts jump as her bulging muscles drive them forward testing the very limit of her white, skin tight under-armor shirt. Sheila presses Femke’s palms to her shoulders, elbows stretched well behind her wide back.
“By my math that is double what you can bench Barbie. Can you feel that? Does it feel like 405 pounds of power?” Sheila sneers
Sheila’s huge breasts expand lifting their mass even higher, her skin-tight rides up her thick belly.
“Yes… it does feel like 405 pounds.” Femke strains
Boulders takes in a deep breath and heaves. The soft layer of tissue dissolves completely, it was far thinner than I had imagined. The teen lowers her head, her protuberant pecs billow making the modest bikini stretch, in a instant her tits went from buxom to beastly. The underside of her top separates from her sternum revealing the entire base of her pecs. The exposed underside and sides of her chest reveal tremendous, deeply grooved muscles, tightly striated and vascular.
“Does this feel like 210?” The Dutch girl growls
The teen’s pecs erupt, the black bikini audibly stretches to its limit vacuum forming to the bulging folds of her extraordinarily muscled chest!
“Because this is 210… KILOS! By my math that is 463 pounds, but you tell me... Does it feel like 463 pounds?”
The seasoned power-lifter’s eyes widen! Sheila’s breasts bolt, her nipples strain against her drum-tight shirt. They are thick knobs strong enough to stretch the dense fabric sheer as they become more and more erect. The power-lifter’s muscle are writhing along her shoulders, arms, and chest. Sheila giant breasts are quaking with tremendous force, she gasps as her palms are getting pressed back towards her! The redhead takes in a deep breath and widens her muscular back stopping the girl’s assault. The teen looks down, their chests are nearly touching. The girl they call Boulders grins wickedly.
“From what I can see there is a pair of bulging, rock-hard muscles crammed together to form 10 centimeters of power and there is a pair of soft, spread apart, trembling teats.” The girl says admiring the view
I never thought a pair of breasts as intimidating before but seeing the conical, bulging, obscene towers of angry flesh causes dread to wash over me. In contrast, Sheila’s breasts look soft, and docile. The redhead’s nipples are pointing in opposite directions and fully erect as her parting breasts splay across her chest, quivering beneath her tight top.
Sheila extends her other leg behind her, bracing both feet against the wall. She takes in a deep breath and heaves, letting out a rage filled masculine roar! The teen’s core visibly galvanizes with muscles tightening from her quads up through her abs. Femke lets out a scream of her own, baring her teeth. Sheila’s chest swells as the nationally ranked powerhouse unleashes her might. Our friend’s tree trunk legs bulge and glutes flex, she is not just using her chest, she is summoning all of her power. Their hands move to the center, both giving equal force. The power in their chests is unfathomable, Sheila’s skin tight top is at it’s very limit, the fabric between her wide, power-packed tits is nearly sheer.
Femke throws her face to the ceiling, the cups of her bikini stretch further exposing thick veins, gnarled fibers, and convexed ridges. They are ghastly in appearance, like heinous, visceral mountains. The harder Sheila pushes the further Femke’s pecs swell, and darken to a deep crimson red. The modest bikini top now can only contain a third of her mass. Veins snake in and over deep, hot dog sized ridges across her bulging chest. The power-lifter presses the sole of her shoe against the wall behind her giving more leverage against the freak teen and it is working, Boulder’s pectoral muscles are beginning to tremor. The exposed base of the girl’s pecs threaten to tear from her skin, they are honorific specimens of carnal power.
*teeeaaarrrr… pop!*
Sheila’s thick shirt bursts open revealing her amazing breasts! They are bigger than my head but don’t sag nearly as much as any flesh with that kind of mass should. The huge blocks of muscle holding them up writhe visibly along her sternum and upper chest. Her large, wine colored areolas are completely goose-bumped with nipples as thick as my pinkie and half the length. The teen looks down, their chests are nearly touching and the girl they call Boulders grins wickedly.
“You are going to poke someone’s eyes out with those things.”
Femke slams the power-lifter’s huge body back into the wall with authoritative force! The impact is so violent the whole house shakes, knocking picture from the walls in multiple rooms!
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Awesome stuff, love seeing that Sheila got back involved and seeing that for a little bit, her power and size did overwhelm Femke, but in the end, Femke's younger, superior body turned the tables again, while Sheila might have the size advantage, she does not have the power advantage! And I'm guessing that Femke is complete natural power, while Sheila is fueled with roids and hormones, which makes Femke's teen power all the more impressive. k+!
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Wow that's great! Femkes pecs are insane! Love the muscle describing :)
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Sheila is definitely in trouble now. She's got an easier way going through the wall now, than going through Femke. These guys aren't going to have a good day unless they come up with something.
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Awesome story keep it Up k+++
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Please sir can I have some more
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#35 The Rupture
*SMASH!*
An orange blur collides with the girl with a tremendous thud! Sheila has come to her senses and to our rescue! The redhead slams into the monstrous teen carrying her across the kitchen! The furious redhead and Femke are hand to hand, shifting side to side. Their arms are spread high above their heads as they awkwardly stagger though out the room. The teen is massive, but Sheila is gargantuan! While Paula and I have been working out and taking MMA classes, Sheila has only been pumping heavy iron, cycling steroids, and bulking. At 6’1” and 256 of densely muscled pounds the redheaded woman is an inch taller and a lot heavier than the teen. The power-lifter was inhumanly strong before, but now she is nothing short of a Goliath. The two women stumble into the hallway foyer at the entrance of the house. Sheila forces the girl back a step but the teen extends her leg behind her, bracing her foot against the baseboard. Femke uses her bracing to push Sheila back a couple of steps before the redhead extends her leg back against he wall behind herself in the same manner. In the 6 foot wide entry way they lower their arms to shoulder level and lean into each other, chest to chest. This is the power-lifter’s strong suit so to speak. Sheila’s chest is twin diesel engine blocks of power, she can bench 8 plates, 8! Her J-cup tits hide titanic pecs, she has literally pressed the back end of a hatchback off the ground from underneath.
“I can bench press over two-hundred...” Femke says with pride
“That’s cute bitch, but I can bench FOUR hundred and 5 pounds!” Sheila grins
The redhead’s soccer ball sized breasts jump as her bulging muscles drive them forward testing the very limit of her white, skin tight under-armor shirt. Sheila presses Femke’s palms to her shoulders, elbows stretched well behind her wide back.
“By my math that is double what you can bench Barbie. Can you feel that? Does it feel like 405 pounds of power?” Sheila sneers
Sheila’s huge breasts expand lifting their mass even higher, her skin-tight rides up her thick belly.
“Yes… it does feel like 405 pounds.” Femke strains
Boulders takes in a deep breath and heaves. The soft layer of tissue dissolves completely, it was far thinner than I had imagined. The teen lowers her head, her protuberant pecs billow making the modest bikini stretch, in a instant her tits went from buxom to beastly. The underside of her top separates from her sternum revealing the bottom of her pecs. The exposed underside and sides of her chest reveal tremendous, deeply grooved muscles, tightly striated and vascular.
“Does this feel like 210?” The Dutch girl growls
The teen’s pecs erupt, the black bikini audibly stretches to its limit vacuum forming to the bulging folds of her extraordinarily muscled chest!
“Because this is 210… KILOS! By my math that is 463 pounds, but you tell me... Does it feel like 463 pounds?”
The seasoned power-lifter’s eyes widen! Sheila’s breasts bolt, her nipples strain against her drum-tight shirt. They are thick knobs strong enough to stretch the dense fabric sheer as they become more and more erect. The power-lifter’s muscle are writhing along her shoulders, arms, and chest. Sheila giant breasts are quaking with tremendous force, she gasps as her palms are getting pressed back towards her! The redhead takes in a deep breath and widens her muscular back stopping the girl’s assault. The teen looks down, their chests are nearly touching. The girl they call Boulders grins wickedly.
“From what I can see there is a pair of bulging, rock-hard muscles crammed together to form 10 centimeters of power and there is a pair of soft, spread apart, trembling teats.” The girl says admiring the view
I never thought a pair of breasts as intimidating before but seeing the conical, bulging, obscene towers of angry flesh causes dread to wash over me. In contrast, Sheila’s breasts look soft, and docile. The redhead’s nipples are pointing in opposite directions and fully erect as her parting breasts splay across her chest, quivering beneath her tight top.
Sheila extends her other leg behind her, bracing both feet against the wall. She takes in a deep breath and heaves, letting out a rage filled masculine roar! The teen’s core visibly galvanizes with muscles tightening from her quads up through her abs. Femke lets out a scream of her own, baring her teeth. Sheila’s chest swells as the nationally ranked powerhouse unleashes her might. Our friend’s tree trunk legs bulge and glutes flex, she is not just using her chest, she is summoning all of her power. Their hands move to the center, both giving equal force. The power in their chests is unfathomable, Sheila’s skin tight top is at it’s very limit, the fabric between her wide, power-packed tits is nearly sheer.
Femke throws her face to the ceiling, the cups of her bikini stretch further exposing thick veins, gnarled fibers, and convexed ridges. They are ghastly in appearance, like heinous, visceral mountains. The harder Sheila pushes, the further Femke’s pecs swell and darken to a deep crimson red. The modest bikini top now can only contain a third of her mass. Veins snake in and over deep, hot dog sized ridges across her bulging chest. The power-lifter presses the sole of her shoe against the wall behind her giving more leverage against the freak teen and it is working, Boulder’s pectoral muscles are beginning to tremor. The exposed base of the girl’s pecs threaten to tear from her skin, they are honorific specimens of carnal power.
*teeeaaarrrr… pop!*
Sheila’s thick shirt bursts open revealing her amazing breasts! They are bigger than my head but don’t sag nearly as much as any flesh with that kind of mass should. The huge blocks of muscle holding them up writhe visibly along her sternum and upper chest. Her large, wine colored areolas are completely goose-bumped with nipples as thick as my pinkie and half the length. The teen looks down, their chests are nearly touching and the girl they call Boulders grins wickedly.
“You are going to poke someone’s eyes out with those things.”
Femke slams the power-lifter’s huge body back into the wall with authoritative force! The impact is so violent the whole house shakes, knocking picture from the walls in multiple rooms!
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I'm sorry, isn't this the same chapter all over again? I didn't read close enough to see if it's the exact same, but I was hoping for a brand new chapter. I still really like this story, and hope to see other young muscle girls being brought into it. But whatever, your story is still incredible, WW, keep up the good work! k+!
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Shit, I am an idiot, I copy and pasted the wrong chapter. :angry:
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#36 Between a Boulder and a Hard Place
Adam's POV
The battling women are the nearly the same height, every muscle is taking it’s rival muscle head on. Sheila’s pinned arms are bulbous, brawny beasts billowing over the brat’s big biceps. The power-lifter’s super-muscular flex causes them to tremor with might as a couple of faint blue veins emerging under her shin.
“I hope to be as big as you someday but without all the fat.” Femke sneers
Despite their hands entwined the teen powers their fists towards her and unleashes a god-awful, massive flex. The teen’s biceps surge against Sheila’s. The girl has biceps the size of a footballs made of pure muscle! As they press against Sheila’s it causes the small layer of fat on the power-lifter’s larger arms to ripple. Despite the horrifying size of the teen’s biceps, Sheila’s cantaloupe sized biceps are still somehow growing! The wall creaks behind the gargantuan, ballooning arms!
*crack*
The drywall gives way behind Sheila’s colossal right arm! The only reason the redhead’s shockingly tremendous left arm does not break through is because it is on a stud. Sheila grunts and flexes it even harder making it quake violently. The power-lifter’s arms surpass the cocky teen’s by several inches! Sheila’s lets out a roar as her rotund, powerful arms swell even greater, they must be 23 inches around! Our beastly friend’s inconceivably massive arm is still growing bigger, and bigger, and… bigger?
“Stop you fucking millennial cunt!” Sheila yells
The power-lifter’s pinned left arm is NOT growing, it is getting flattened, mushrooming around the teen’s harder bicep! Sheila would be far better off if the wall did give way, the teen is grinding her huge bicep down with her her own. The power-lifter’s arm looks like an over inflated balloon getting stepped on. Sheila is writhing, trying to break free but the girl’s body is firmly pressed against hers and not a single muscle is yielding to the straining weightlifter’s. Sheila’s bicep concaves completely! The huge muscle forms like Silly Putty to the younger, stronger girl’s. The power lifter’s 20 inch arm has been utterly destroyed and deformed by the 18 year old’s!
“My fucking arm, god STOP!”
“It looks like I burst your bubble!”
Femke burst out laughing as she relents letting Sheila fall to her knees. Every one of her muscles are beet red and her long, this nipples are gone, completely flat to her areolas! The teen grabs the broken, under-armor shirt hanging from Sheila’s shoulders..
“I will add this one to my collection of tops I have taken from my victories. It will go well with my other broken, red posing top, and a little man’s shirt.”
Femke tugs the busted shirt tearing it from the power-lifter’s uninjured left arm, sliding it over her right. Sheila catches the top just as it slides to her wrist pulling it back. Femke drags Sheila into the living room as the tug-of-war ensues. The weightlifter pulls the bunched up cloth upward trying to break the teen’s grip on the other half. Their elbows and forearms press against the other’s, their fists are pointed to the ceiling arms flexed at 90 degrees. Sheila’s leans back hard pulling the teen with her, the back of her arm looks like the sun rising from vast hills of muscle, it is bigger around than many men’s thighs! The girl is pulled forward until she reaches out and grabs the edge of the heavy buffet table behind her.
“Let go of the shirt you Dutch twat” Sheila growls
Because of the damage to Sheila’s left arm she cannot grab onto anything so she jams her foot on Femke’s thigh just above her knee for leverage and pulls, stretchering the girl’s arms wide. The thick root of Sheila’s bicep dilates above her elbow giving her arm even more mass as it pulls on the shirt, her bulky arm swells to a full 21 inches of imposing girth.
Femke looks intensely at Sheila’s massive arm, her neck flares and her jaw clenches. The girl’s outstretched arm swells. Our friend’s arm remains locked at a massive 90 degree flex but her foot is slowly sliding up the teen’s bulging quads. Femke’s arm is growing with every centimeter she gains back from Sheila, bending at the elbow. The Dutch girl’s arm is at a 45 degree angle, pulling with astonishing force. Sheila’s foot slides higher up the teen’s leg up to her mid-thigh.
Sheila’s humungous bicep is quaking with absolute power, veins are emerging all around the globe of raging muscle. The Dutch girl inhales deeply, pointing her chest to the ceiling and heaves. Femke’s bicep quakes as it contracts, it is an appalling leviathan of over engorged beast. It rivals Sheila’s but without the fat, as the mountain forms over the teen’s long arm veins aggressively emerge everywhere from the awoken monster.
Sheila winces in pain as her immense, hard trained arm trembles. The 51 year old weightlifter raises her other foot, stepping on Femke’s other thigh. Sheila, the proud power-lifter stronger than most male bodybuilders is half-naked, standing on a girl’s upper thighs pulling desperately trying to not lose any more dignity to a kid nearly a third her age. The school girl’s face is grimaced, she is cascading sweat down her vein-crossed arm. The 18 year old’s bicep is hideous! It is bigger than I have ever seen in person on another human woman or man! Her arm is as big as the professional power-lifter’s but longer and fuller. The over-gorged mountain of muscle looks as big as my hamstring! The proud weightlifter’s gloriously muscled body with indisputable, awe-inspiring might is fully on display to us. Her 256 lbs of muscle upon muscle that has taken decades to amass is soaked in sweat, the bombastic woman is glistening under the can lights of our living room.
The 51 year old is grunting, growling, and spitting while standing three feet in the air on the upper thighs of a girl for leverage giving all of her remaining strength to save what dignity she has left. Sheila's shoes slide further up the teen’s sweat drenched thighs until the toes of the sneakers dig into the teen’s obliques, pulling Femke’s bikini bottoms upwards giving her a prominent camel-toe. Sheila whimpers as her legs begin to shake, her feet creeping higher pulling the bikini even tighter. The power lifter’s whimper turns into a wail as her trembling arm is getting pulled apart by the teenager, she leans back to use her full weight against the girl’s arm. The teen’s arm throbs with alarming immensity as the weightlifter’s dutifully dwindles. Sheila roars out, heaving back, pulling like an ox to wrestle the clump of fabric away from Femke’s hand. The teen’s arm stretches, her bicep yielding to the power lifter’s full on assault.
“Fuck. You. Brat!” Sheila seethes
The grown woman standing on the school girl’s lap gains the advantage, leaning so far back she is nearly parallel to the floor. The Dutch school girl throws her face to the sky, grimaced in agony. Femke’s arm is an offensive monstrosity of vile, blood-gorged flesh so carnal in its crude power it is obscene.
“Neukennnnnnn!”
The teen unleashes a terrifying roar; her blood-red, vein covered bicep explodes into a behemoth, grotesque mountain. Sheila’s feet tear off the blonde’s bikini bottoms as Femke heaves the massive woman into the air and over her shoulders!
The teen stands tall, with her Netherlands exposed, but unashamed, with the half-naked 256 lbs woman draped over her back! Both women are panting, chests heaving, their hair is tangled, and they are drenched in sweat. Despite only being 6 feet off the ground Sheila is terrified of heights. The power-lifter thrashes to get off but the teen clutches her trapezoid and crotch firmly.
“Oh my god you’re shaking like a leaf! You would think one of these grown adults would help you.”
Femke slowly rotates to us, with our half naked protector across her wide shoulders. My god, Sheila is literally shaking in absolute terror on the hands of the young girl. The evil school girl looks up at the trembling power-lifter delighted.
“They would probably help you if they could… But they know they can’t. They aren’t even as strong as you, and you aren’t as strong as THIS!”
“No! NO!” Sheila yells!
The 18 year old from the Netherlands gorilla presses the hulking 256 pound body completely above her head in triumph while Sheila screams bloody murder in abject terror!
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WOW! Amazing work as usual, this story just keeps getting better!
KEEP GOING!! :clap:
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There we go, that was more of what I was looking forward to! And it was worth the wait, really awesome to see Femke overpower and then overhead Sheila! Really awesome writing WW, I look forward to more! k+!
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Nice new chapter great work keep going can't wait for more k+
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Your description of muscle is unparalleled. But I guess building up your body means you tear down your empathy and become a monster. Absolute power corrupts absolutely?
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Your description of muscle is unparalleled. But I guess building up your body means you tear down your empathy and become a monster. Absolute power corrupts absolutely?
I sort of agree with you here, while they would not have to be completely nice, they can still be a little arrogant, and have a need to show off, it would be cool to see at least one nice person who has muscles in this kind of story, like I said, I personally do love seeing girls with strength like Femke and Violet, and see them use that strength, but maybe instead of using it to hurt people, they could use it to help people, or just show off for fun, not using other people, but using heavy objects or stuff. Anyway, I still love your description and can't wait to see more. k+!
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The descriptions are so good. Makes the story really come to life. I just love this story and am always wondering where it will go next!
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I love the descriptions, but the way the story has shifted to no longer focusing on the characters it was revolving around in the first act really gives it a feel of being made up as it goes along. For storytelling's sake, I would have preferred tinder it continue to revolve around the narrator's wife and Violet.
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I think Femke is awesome and love the addition of more characters! :clap: :rock:
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Thank you guys!
For the record; my stories don't have heroes, just narrators and we're all heroes in our own stories.
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#37 Between Boulders and a Hard Place
Adam's POV
Femke oozes superiority, as she looks up at the sweat soaked, bruised, and crying power-lifter who is quivering in her grip. Sheila’s naked breasts hang, trembling, and bounding with every terrified breath. The Dutch girl then looks at me and flexes her pecs up and down while holding my defeated friend over her head.
*BAM!*
A giant pair of powerful legs wrap around the standing teen’s midsection as muscular arms intertwine with the girl’s arms as well. It’s Paula! She has leapt onto the teenager scissoring her midsection face to face while pulling outward on the arms holding her best friend in the air! Femke yelps in shock as my wife locks her ankles squeezing with tremendous pressure!
“I’m going to break every bone in your body!” Paula howls!
I am worried for my wife, but the school girl has been using all of her strength against Sheila’s prodigious might. The teen has been going 110% in intense battle for over 30 minutes now, and Paula is rested and ready for round 2. Not to mention Femke is holding 256 lbs of woman over her head and she can’t let go thanks to my wife’s grip on her arms.
The teen stumbles getting squeezed by 28 inch thighs and her tired arms are bending at the elbows outwards lowering Sheila. Femke lets out an anguished scream, her arms bending further as Paula pulls on her biceps in the opposite direction. It is a surreal sight seeing a teenager holds over 400 pounds of women off the ground. Femke rears back and lets out a war cry! The teenager’s arms stop widening and begin to straighten again, Sheila slowly rises back up. Paula looks terrified as the girl muscles herself out of her hold!
“Don’t you lay a fucking hand on my wife!” I scream out!
The monstrous teen stops dead and turns to me with a wicked grin.
“What ever you say big fella.”
“AAAhheeeee aaahhh!” Paula screams!
My wife is howling like a wounded animal! Paula is suddenly beating on the teen’s wide back with clenched fists! My wife is flailing wildly, but Femke hasn’t moved an inch!? Despite the Dutch girl remaining motionless Paula’s panic is growing more urgent! My wife is wailing in agony but the teen doesn't seem to be doing anything, she has remained still while holding Sheila up to the ceiling. Boulders looks at me again with the same menacing grin.
“See husband, no hands.”
My wife releases her legs around the girl’s waist but she doesn’t retreat!? Paula desperately presses against the teen’s shoulders trying to… Jeezus Christ!
Paula’s right breast is pulled like taffy! Her large teat is crushed to the thickness of a hamburger between Boulder’s monstrous, bulging pecs! The Dutch girl is holding her in her brutal vice with the most outrageous pecs I have ever known pulverizing my wife’s poor breast into a paste! Paula screams out, clawing at Femke’s chest tearing the black bikini from the teen! Femke’s right breast is between Paula’s breasts but her left is out for the world to see. My wife manages to cram her fingers in between her breast and Femke’s pecs to pry them apart. The blonde stands tall, pressing 256 lbs over her head as she takes on my wife’s adrenaline pumped arms with her chest! My wife’s muscular back flares wide, she throws back her head, baring her teeth and lets out a tremendous roar as she gives everything trying to power Femke’s pecs open! The Dutch girl’s exposed pec flexes hard, bloating with frightening vascularity. It is a hellscape of striations forming one giant conical muscle! The jutting, porcelain torpedo is turning crimson as blood rushes to feed the monstrous tit. Femke’s pink nipples thicken menacingly toward my wife as crushes her breast into wrought out pulp! Paula’s bulky arms flex, her powerful shoulders bulge and her wide back flairs as she manages to wrench apart the turgid tits by a half an inch!
“My what strong hands you have.”
My wife’s entire muscular body goes into overdrive, tremoring with monumental exertion! Femke grimaces and bites her lower lip in pure concentration.
“You can do it Paula!” I plead
Paula lets out a desperate cry and raises her legs from the ground pulling with every ounce of her strength, hanging from the girl’s jutting pecs! Femke raises to her toes and screams out in triumph as her cavernous, jagged cleavage crushes inward overpowering my wife with raw, teen pectoral power! The quaking blonde's quads jut and her calves explode into bulging, angular diamonds! The girl’s glutes pulsate in hard jabs as she holds over 400 lbs of muscular women in the air! Sheila is blubbering like a baby as she is powered up into the air repeatedly for the pure mental torturer of both her and my wife. The teen’s titanic muscles have destroyed Sheila’s!
Without warning the Femke drops Sheila from her full height between herself and my wife. The hulking redhead’s weight crashes between their chests breaking the tit crush and knocking Paula to the ground! The crazed viking woman looks wild eyed, she is a woman possessed as she turns to me then to both Sheila and my wife twisting on the floor. She grabs the dog cage carrying me to my wife, still agonizing on the ground. Femke heaves me into the air above her head! The demonic teen is gong to crush my wife with the cage I'm trapped inside!
“Oh my god, NO!”
The girl slams the cage down at Paula’s prone body!!!
*CRASH!*
The impact slams me against the cold steel cage!!!
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Yeah, I guess while Paula, Adam, and Sheila are not completely innocent, I can't feel completely bad about how Femke is overpowering and dominating all 3 of them at once, the fact that she is deriving pleasure from their pain does make me question if there is anyone completely good in this story, if there is anyone worth cheering for, or is everyone just shades of grey, some darker grey than others? While I still enjoy reading about Femke's strength, I can't say it doesn't bone me up to read about her overpower two older, bigger women at the same time, it still doesn't make me completely comfortable being hard for someone taking joy out of destroying other human beings. Oh well, I guess I will have to figure that out somehow. Still a really hot read. k+!
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Awesome work, Femke is so powerful!! Keep going!! :clap: :woot:
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I'm so glad to see this story continue. Femke truly is a monster you do not want to cross. I'm still wondering where Violet has been hiding... and perhaps growing?
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Hope this finishes strong
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Me too
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#38 Out of Quaranteen
VIOLET’S POV
When I received the invitation in the mail for photo shoot for an artisan protein shake company this was the last thing I was expecting to walk into. Femke was about to kill Mrs. Kelly with Mr. Kelly stuffed in a dog cage!? I barley was able to catch him before he is slammed down on her! I am holding the cage just above my head, stopping Femke from swinging it down any further.
I cannot see her face from this position below the cage, I can only see her sweat-soaked completely nude body, shamelessly exposed inches from my face. She is even bigger than when we faced off before. She must be around 18 now and she has grown a lot. Boulders is 6 feet tall and probably 240 or 50 lbs. Her arms must be 21 inches around, and her shoulders are pumped up into sectioned cantaloupes, but dead in front of me is one of the most shocking sights I have ever witnessed up close. Boulder’s pecs are true boulders! They are as big as my mother’s boobs but without any breast tissue on them! They are mountains throbbing out of her sternum three inches deep! They are like torpedoes and at the tip of those bulging missiles are pink nipples as thick as my pinkie finger and nearly an inch in length!
“Well if it isn't the American mouse, V’Cep’s in the flesh, what an unexpected surprise!”
The Dutch girl chuckles as she holds the cage with Mr. Kelly above me. I am nervous, she is so immensely strong and confident. If I’m being honest with myself, I am not nervous, I am scared. Years ago she was the strongest human I have ever faced but with the reckless mind of a 15 years old. The Dutch psycho destroyed me and two world class bodybuilders in the same night in the most humiliating ways possible! I was dehydrated and starved then, but now I am at 100%, and I am bigger and much stronger than I was back then too. Yesterday was my 19th birthday but a part of me wonders if it was my last.
I yank back on the cage causing the big blonde to stumble forward, as she does I am able to twist the dog crate from her grip. I barley get Mr. Kelly’s cage onto the kitchen island before Femke rushes me. I am swept up in the nude Dutch girl’s momentum, as she drives me backwards into the dining room! I get my footing and press my palms just below her pecs. I heave upwards forcing her upright and off her feet tossing her back several steps. Her shock gives me a shot of confidence. She forgets who I am. She is bigger but she never faced me in my full form. I can curl more than many men can bench, and military press more than most men can squat. I am VI’CEPS!
The nude Dutch psycho charges forward, arms extended, our hands meet palm to palm. The much taller teen leans down and forward into me but I do not give her an inch. Our arms swell in combat, her biceps are enormous! The are like footballs in both shape and size but my soaring peaks rise higher! The biceps that I have used to destroyed full grown bodybuilders, and power-lifters alike are child-like compared to what I have amassed in the last two years. My grapefruit sized, sharply peaked monsters are taking on hers in test of pure unadulterated strength. I am exhilarated that despite our great size difference my shoulder caps are slightly bigger than hers! They bulge like pumpkins against her leverage advantage, holding her at bay. Her power is incredible but I do not yield, keeping her at a stalemate.
“The American mouse has been working out… but you are still a MINNIE mouse.”
Femke heaves upwards, hauling me to my toes while driving forward, slamming my back against the wall! Her immense body presses hard into mine. Femke leans in and lifts, my feet leave the ground as I move up the wall! I slide against her rigid body as I rise, feeling every muscular bulge against my own.
Her monolithic nipples catch the tops of my bikini cups causing her to stop her lift, my toes dangling six inches from the floor. I can feel her pecs flex into rigid silos just below my collarbones. She draws her elbows inward making her chest thrust out even further making her pecs cram together, narrowing her chest nearly to the width of my own. The Dutch girl looks at my chest, it is thick, bulging a inch from my sternum, with a bit of breast tissue, just enough to look like breasts rather than solely pectoral muscles. The bikini I choose for the “photo-shoot” has pink, padded, triangle style, wired cups with a front clasp.
Femke’s stiff nipples drag down my rigid pecs as she presses me higher, catching the inner outline of my wired cups. The stiff triangles of fabric act like a funnel as my body rises, guiding her hard nipples closer together toward my sternum.
“I showed you mine” Femke sneers
She powers my body higher into the air until her thick, pink rods hit the three inch long, horizontal strap holding the cups together by a plastic clasp. Femke takes in a deep breath, slowly widening her back. She inflates her chest her and her pecs expand making her nipples part in opposite directions. Her thick, pink rods dig into my flesh as they cram against the insides of my cups.
“Now show me yours.”
Her breast-less chest expands outward, she looks pained, and her face scrunches… Her long, fat nipples bend slightly but don’t yield to the resistance.
*click… snap!*
Her erect nipples overwhelmed the plastic clasp! The bikini top bursts wide open, she has exposed my breasts with her own!
“Now that's a nip slip!” Femke giggles
I thrust my legs upwards, wrapping them just below her ribs and squeeze!
“aaaahhhhh!”
Femke stumbles away from the wall taking me with her. The blonde flares her lats wide to combat my legs. The giant girl staggers around while I crush her sides. She trusts her much longer arms upwards pressing me higher into the air trying to dislodge my scissors hold. Her thick, stiff nips scrape down my stomach as I am pulled higher. Just as they drag over my abs I lean forward, flexing my six-pack.
“Ahhheeeee!”
I have trapped her nipples between my bulging abdominal muscles, pinching them and crushing her thick rods flat! I wrap my arms around her head and pull her face into my chest, smothering her! I am crushing her nipples with my abs and her ribs with my legs while robbing her of air! The Dutch girl grabs the sides of my suit and pulls my bikini bottoms high, giving me a wedgie so hard it feels like I am getting sawn in two! The pain is immense but I will not concede any of my crushing holds! With a raging howl Femke leaps forward to the ground, slamming me onto the carpet beneath her body, knocking the wind out of me! I can't take in any air, I am gasping from the impact, writhing on the floor.
“You want to use legs, lets use legs Vile-Ceps”
She lifts my leg into the air by my ankle and jams her thick thigh under me then rolls to her side and lowers her other thigh over my body. Her naked crotch presses against my own, as crosses her ankles over my traps, trapping me in a full body scissor from crotch to shoulder!
“Hhhhurrrrnnn”
The force is immeasurable! Her legs turn to stone, squeezing down on me like steel pillars! It's like getting crushed between two locomotives going head on into each other!
“Boulder's thighs are bigger than Violet's waist!” Mr. Kelly gasps
The admission arouses Femke, I know because I can feel her... warmth. He is right, each of her thighs is at least 4 inches bigger than my 23 inch waist! I grab onto her right thigh with both hands to pry it off. I press with what little vantage I have. I heave against the smooth, gigantic appendage but it just throbs in my grip. Femke laughs and presses herself from the floor to get even more leverage! I nearly throw-up from the immense pressure! My pelvis starts to bend between her horrendous adductors! I am going to lose my life to her thighs!
“Fuck yeeeesss!” Femke moans
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#39 The Crushing Conclusion
Adam’s POV
Femke is crushing the life our of Violet! The blonde giantess presses her palms to to the carpet and starts to pull them both across the floor. Once Femke gets to the dinning room table she reaches up from the ground and grabs the edge above her, pulling herself up while maintaining her full body scissors. Boulders powers herself into a standing position forcing Violet to flip upside down between her devastating Dutch legs! The top of Vi'Ceps brunette head is pressed against the carpet as she's getting crushed to death in the most humiliating way possible!
“This is so fucking amazing!” Femke says breathlessly
The Dutch girl shudders and then hits a tremendous full body crab pose! Violet's eyes bulge from her skull and her arms fall to the floor! Femke raises her arms, and hits a horrifying double bicep pose! The sweat-soaked viking's arms are heinous mountains, with rivers of veins crisscrossing down their vast terrain. Her crystal blue eyes peer down on me, cold and sharp, burrowing a hole right trough my psyche knowing my last chance of refuge is barley clinging to life between her tremendous thighs. The Dutch girl is a pitiless abhorrence of horrific cruelty and power. No one can stop her, not even... Femke's eyes go from glaring to shock!
Violet presses her palms to the floor and heaves preforming an inverted gorilla press lifting both her and Femke's combined weight of over 375 lbs into the air! The stunned Dutch girl is straddling the much smaller teen, three feet in the air! Before Femke can react Violet thrusts her hips forward slamming the blonde violently to the ground making the entire house shake!
The Dutch monster is shook but both women are injured and slow to get up. Just as Femke gets to her feet Violet leaps onto her back, wrapping her legs around the blonde's waist and hooking her arms in a full nelson!
“You want to use legs, let's use legs bitch!”
Femke stumbles throughout the room as Violet clings on, crushing her midsection. Boulders flexed her massive arms, and starts muscling her way out of Violet's chicken wing. Her teeth are clenched hard and her neck is bulging with strain as she starts to break the hold.
“Noo! Agghhh!”
Violet is muscling Femke back into the full nelson! The viking girl's arms are trembling as the 5'2” girl bullies her head down, locking her fingers into her golden locks! Femke rears back slamming Violet into the wall, then again, and again until they both crumple to the floor!
Vi'Ceps lets go and unsteadily gets to her feet first. She is exhausted but I have never seen a body so ripped in person, on stage, or the internet! Every muscle on Violet's girl is protruding from her like an anatomy model! Even the fibers of her muscles are visible without a single one flexed, her body is an absolute marvel!
“I underestimated you Minnie Mouse...” Femke says looking worse for wear for the first time.
The blonde behemoth does not stand, instead she just rests on her knees.
“but let's really compare power, this is all I need for you little Vi'Ceps.”
The Dutch girl is mocking the far shorter brunette, while kneeling she is nearly the same height as the 5’2” teen.
“I often think about your little girl body shaking in my hand as I curled you with this beast alone.”
Femke flexes her gigantic bicep. Violet looks stunned at its sheer size, it is nearly the size of her head! She cautiously raises her hands, meeting the viking's. Regardless of how stunning Violet's musculature structure is, she cannot compare to the sheer size of the girl nearly a foot taller and 60 lbs heavier. Violet looks at all three of us, injured and broken on the floor, then to Femke. This is suicide but she accepts what she must do.
Without a word they begin. With the blonde beast on her knees there is no leverage, or height advantage in this test of strength, it is just muscle to muscle. They lean into each other, chest to chest. The Dutch girl is broader but Vi’ceps is not letting her stretch her arms wide, in fact she is pulling their arms closer to their heads. The girl’s forearms are nearly vertical and their biceps bulge frighteningly. Seeing Vi’ceps arms bulge makes my mouth go dry as the PTSD kicks in. They are the biceps that started it all and turned my life completely upside down. If it wasn’t for some teenage girl’s gob-stopping biceps at a pool party NONE of this would have ever happened. Paula and I would be carrying on with our lives, happily married and growing old together. If Violet had lost like she should have as a adolescent girl against a fully grown female bodybuilder so many lives could have gone unaffected. Instead the school girl broke my wife’s arm, and post the video on her website. Violet then became “Vi'Ceps” obsessed with internet fame, challenging and dominating the Culters to further rise her fame. Then “Boulders” would have never challenged her, staying in the Neatherlands. Sheila would not have fed into Paula’s obsession only to also get humiliated, and Femke would not be here destroying our home and bodies.
Violet’s wretched biceps are astounding in their definition and size. They look like mountains, her biceps are so sharply defined and ridiculously pointed under her taunt skin they appear painful. The towering peaks are split hard, one half slightly taller than the other like two jagged summits on a single bicep. There is not a single inch of smooth skin to be found, every fiber screams to be seen under her paper-thin skin, deep striation lines ebb and flow as they strain against the Dutch girl’s humongous arms.
Both women are straining and grunting like wild animals. Violet's wrists bend but she manages to stop them from going all the way back. The brunette bows her head and bares her teeth. Their arms quake with atomic force!
“Rrrrgrr!”
Femke's wrists bend! Violet is forcing them back and down! The Dutch giantess' eye bolt open in shock! For the first time Femke looks truly panic-stricken! She rears back and slams her head into the top of Violet's stunning her! In an instant Femke breaks their grip and grasps onto Violet's chest!
“AAAAAHHHHH!”
The 18 year old Dutch girl plants her foot and heaves Violet into the air by her tits! Femke's large hands cover each of the girl's protruding pecs as she tries to crush them in her grip! Violet grabs the Dutch girl's wrists and hunches forward.
*crunch*
“Ahhh! Fuuuck!” Femke screams!
Boulders falls to her knees! Violet is flexing her rock-hard pecs, literally crushing Boulder's thumbs between them! Femke rips her hands free but her thumbs are dislocated and possibly broken! With the 6 foot teen on her knees Violet swings behind the blonde and thrusts her arm between her legs. The smaller girl flexes her arm hard and drives her pointed bicep upwards into Femke's naked crotch hauling her off of her knees and into the air!
“uuuhhheee!”
Femke shrieks at the top of her lungs as her 250 lbs is driven upwards on Violet's sharply peaked muscle! The 5'2” girl grabs onto the hutch behind her with her free hand and heaves harder lifting the mammoth blonde higher on her demonic bicep until her upper arm is parallel to the floor!
“I'm going to juice this boulder.” Violet says with a wicked grin
Vi'Ceps slowly twists her wrist, curling her fist inwards towards Femke's belly button.
“IIIIEEEEEEE!”
Vi'Ceps drops her arm and Femke falls to her knees but Violet grabs onto her upper arms from behind before the viking girl crumbles to the floor completely. The stunned Dutch girl powers against Violet’s grip, spreading her arms from her sides. Vi’ceps slides her hands down to the top of Boulder’s upper arms, her thumbs digging between her biceps and shoulder caps. Violet’s grip is too high on Femke’s arms to have enough leverage to stop her from breaking free, the blonde's tremendous arms are nearly parallel with the floor she is kneeling on.
The viking teen bodybuilder’s muscularity is gob-stopping as her mountainous, powerful traps surge. A vein is starting to emerge from her thick neck, and the striations in her shoulders are becoming so prominent they look like pumpkins. The definition of her upper body is becoming more evident before my eyes, the viking girl unleashes a lateral spread that is far wider than my own body. Violet’s tiny hands are just below Femke’s bulbous shoulders, she is groaning as her arms shake against the awesome force of the Dutch girl’s expanding torso and ginormous chest! Both girl's upper bodies are fully flexed well beyond their grueling limits!
Vi'cep’s rigid arms are crisscrossed in veins, the cavernous splits are throbbing down the center of her biceps with ferocious exertion, but the Dutch girl’s enormous pecs are turgid, sticking out over 3 inches from her sternum! The giant blonde’s inhuman pectoral muscles are THE biggest I have ever seen. I mean I have never seen chest muscles so pronounced, defined, or voluminous on any bodybuilder EVER! The veins on her torpedoed pecs are emerging from every fiber and striation, her chest looks like a map with a thousand rivers running trough it. The teen’s hyper-bulging, hyper-vascular muscles are grotesque in appearance, they are deep crimson, over-distended and infested with dozens of pulsating capillary gorges.
“AhhhaHHaaaHHHH!!!!!”
Femke lets out a horrible scream and heaves with terrifying power, her chest violently bolts forward straining to 4 inches! Violet’s arms are getting forced outwards!
“NNNoooooo!!!” Violet screams!
Both of the teen’s overexerted muscles vibrate with raging intensity, sweat cascades from their hyper-pumped bodies as they emit high pitched anguished squeals!
“hurhhh”
“ffffsssssst”
The Dutch girl’s gargantuan pecs are getting pressed together forming a gorge of jagged cleavage!
*pop*
“GRRRRRAAAHHHHH!”
Femke’s broad shoulder are shrinking! The blonde's face is crimson, she is exerting so severely she is trembling but it is all in vain! The viking girl's hulking arms are pinned to her sides! Violet is not relenting, she is continuing to press the Dutch girl’s upper arms inward compressing her barreled chest! The muffled popping is Femke’s cartilage! Violet is crushing her muscular upper body with just her arms! The big blonde’s chest bulges further forward as her sides are crushed against her own powerful limbs!
*pop*
*pop*
Every striation on Femke’s upper body is screaming out! Her entire body is quivering!
*pop*
Boulder’s cries out as the pops begin to become louder more rapid! The Dutch girl’s broad upper torso is so compacted it is now more narrow than Violet’s!
“Oh GOD!” Femke cries out!
The smaller girl squeezes harder.
*pop*
*pop*
“This... ends... NOW!”
Femke's knees leave the ground!
*pop*
“Aggghhh!”
Violet presses Femke's 250 lbs for all of us to witness as the Dutch girl's eye roll into the back of her head!
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As the police take Femke into custody and the paramedics tend to Paula and Sheila, Violet turns to me.
“With her arrest they will most likely take away Femke's vista. You guys should be safe from her.”
I look at her curiously.
“And you?” I ask
“Femke's humbling of me years ago was a good thing. I was on a really bad path that might have landed me in jail like her, or worse. I think this is a time to heal literally and figuratively.”
Violet then offers me her hand and I embrace it.
The End
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To bad that its over your story is awesome hope for more to read k+
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Thanks man, I am glad you liked it. 39 chapters is enough for me especially considering it started in my head as just the pool party story. Then I added the grocery store, then I figured I needed a background story for Paula and it all went to hell from there. After all of that I then decided I wanted a Thanos character so I came up with Femke and that really add a lot more than I intended. Thank again for reading Mufu
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All good things comes to an end. I really, REALLY like this story. Thank you for this great story!
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Thanks for the story, many amazingly creative feats of strength :clap:
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Thanks for the tale.
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I loved this story, I just enjoyed seeing the feats of strength both Violet and Femke were capable of doing, seeing them overpower and lift the much bigger, heavier women and men that they did was pretty awesome! I look forward to the next story you put out there Winterwolff k+!
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Thank you tapion, jeffbeans, jhunter, and Jeremy! I really appreciate the kind words and I am glad you liked it. I think if I put out any more it will be short stories for awhile.
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You are an amazing author, winterwolff! I love your work and this story is no exception. Wonderful descriptions! :thanks: :clap: :rock:
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Thanks hatour, much appreciated, it's always great to hear someone enjoys them!
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Are there any wonderful new stories in the pipeline would love to read more