Back and Forth

[Brfan]

I could feel the fibers on my pecs gathering up and bursting out an extra push as my arms slowly pressed the TRX straps down and pushed my body up. For any casual ongoer that would probably seem like a 'regular' exercise. The trained eye, however, would realise that was no beginner's attempt. I hade both my feet on a 30 inch box, my hands parallel to my body, which was being lowered almost to the point where my forehead could touch the floor. Then I was pressing my chest to lift up the upper part of my body until it was parallel to the floor. There I held my chest contracted for about 10 seconds before going for another rep. The weight itself wasn't all that challenging, as at this point I was used to bench pressing quite more than my 195 pounds. What made this quite defiant was the necessity of core and shoulder stabilisation as well as the controlled, laboured reps I was performing.
I stood perfectly still and lifted my head so I could see myself in the mirror. I looked at my flexed pec, it's upper portion on display. It looked ripped. As I counted down from ten, I heard it's scream for relief. I shut it up and made sure It held longer. I loved how it looked, all hard and striated. It hadn't always been the case. In fact, if four years before you told me that by the time I were 19 I'd have such muscles I'd probably call you delusional.

I had always been a thin kid. My growth spurt came when I was around 14 and by the time I was sixteen I had reached my current height at 6'0". Problem is by then I weighed 60 pounds less then I do now. Add to that weird, tall frame a pair of oversized glasses and you can see why it took 2 minutes for the kids in my school to nickname me 'Dragonfly'. And that was the cool one. As you may have guessed, I didn't have many friends growing up. On top of that, I was an only child to parents who worked way too much to stay at home and provide a safe space for me to share my teen girl insecurities.
Lucky for me I am smart. And I mean 'could have skipped a few years in school' smart. I just never saw any logic and leaving my house and the protection it offered to go to a College and be all out on the world on my own earlier than I needed. As bad as school was, it was a known terror. I knew what was waiting for me in the corner everyday, and that is what made my life bearable.

That was until Mr Hopper stepped in, of course. He was a war veteran, widower who lived across the street. Mom and dad liked the old grumpy man and he was always respectful to everyone, despite not being sympathetic at all. I was 15 at the time, having just hopped off the school bus to a storm of name-callings and the oh so regular wayback home bullying, when my eyes crossed Mr. Hopper's.
"Why do you let them do that to you... Melissa, right?" he asked me
"It's Megan, sir." I corrected him
"Right, Mallory. So, why do you allow it?"
"What could I do?" I asked him honestly. After years of that, I saw no exit.
"Stand up. Fight back. That you could do" he was resolute
"Right. I'm sorry, sir, but have you looked at me? I'm this skinny weirdo kid with no physical abilities whatsoever. I don't think I can simply 'fight back' unless I want to be beat some more"
"Your parents tell me you're smart, but I don't think that's the case, Marjorie"
"It's.."
"Megan, I know. Yet, not even me calling you the wrong name made you step up in any way. Tell me, Megan, do you think there is a way for you to get any faster, stronger, bigger...?"
"What? I..." The old man was making no sense at all
"Geez..." he sighed, as he clicked the remote on his hand. His garage door started to move up to show about half a dozen gym equipment that I didn't know the name of, some dumbbells and what I assumed was a pretty regular home gym. That explained to me a lot. I always wondered why Mr. Hopper left his truck on the parkway, and I always thought that he had looked pretty in shape, at least for an 'old man'.
"What...?"
"Seriously?" He now sounded a bit impatient "Will I have to spell it out for you? Work out, young lady. Build up some muscle. Get stronger. Faster. Bigger. Meaner."
"I.... I..."
"You what? I'm offering you the means to change your life. I'm willing to help you doing that. Although right now I'm starting to regret my decision here" he was barking with his hoarse voice.
"But, but..." I can't say that I wasn't somehow fascinated with the idea. I've always seen all those fitness models and movie stars with their buff bodies, their confidence and sexiness and wondered how would that feel. Even in school, the 'hot' girls and boys were always somewhat hypnotizing.
"Geez, there's another 'but''..."
"My-my parents, they wouldn''t..."
"Well, they don't really have to know about it if you don't want them to. Although I don't see why you would want that. But if that's the case... you get home by 3:30, Marisa. And they...?"
"A-around 6" I answered, almost whispering, as a plan began forming in my head
"Well, look at that..." Mr Hopper smiled "Maybe you are smart afterall"
"Maybe I could..."
"No coulds, shoulds, woulds. Either be there" he pointed at the gym "tomorrow at this time or don't be. Door will be open" he turned his back and entered his garage, before clicking the remote once again and slowly vanish from my sight.


"C'mon Melanie... I knew you didn't had it in you" Mr. Hopper's voice came from the back of my mind as I trembled trying to stabilise my descend on the TRX. His voice was always there, pushing me further. "You can't do that many reps" "you can't handle that weight". It always gave me the last boost I needed. I grunted as I flexed my triceps and chest once again, holding me in a perfect horizontal position. I breathed and held it for 15 seconds before relaxing and getting rid of the straps and cables.
I looked around. My grunts had brought some attention of those who weren't used to serious training. I liked that attention. I knew they were staring at my sweating, glistening body and envying all it's muscular curves. I knew they were shocked by my size and the shape of my body. My large, wide back, my round shoulders. My strong and thick arms. I liked that.
I approached the mirror and flexed my pecs. I held the flex so that the small veins on it could pop up. I always chose tanktops that put them in full display when I was going to have a chest day. My pecs were thick enough to resemble the ones of a not so small male bodybuilder, and the fact that they belonged to a blonde, tall woman made them even more impressive. I caught the eyes of a young man, probably around 30, a little overweight staring at them. I looked at him through the reflection and smiled. He looked away. I chuckled. I absolutely loved doing that to them.

[Brfan]

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[Wookey]

Loving this story. Very interested in where you take it.

[jhunter]

Interesting start. Hope to see more, wondering how things will proceed.

[wowser1016]

Good start and a little different. Can't wait to see where you are taking us this time. As usual K+!

[Brfan]

Normally after my workout I'd go straight home and shower at my own bathroom back in Campus. Today, however, I felt like a needed the attention. You see, I loved being stared at by people while lifting, or even down the street. But I also loved being stared at while naked. Who would have figured, right? From a low self-esteem teenage girl to a narcissistic Amazon in four years. I kept myself inside the shower booth long enough, letting the cold water run over the crevices of my sculpted body. Finally I heard the sound of someone else coming in. The gym I attended was high class, and the majority of women there were just rich ladies with enough time to keep hot for their wealthy husbands. It wasn't a place used to hard core bodybuilders like me, especially a female.
Surely enough, the woman inside the locker room was an early fourties' socialite who probably had never seen anything that resembled me. I stepped out of the shower completely naked, making just enough noise for her to notice I was there and lifting up her head. She let out a small gasp, which I appreciated. The spontaneous shock reaction was one I was always eager for.
The lady scanned my body with surprise and, if I weren't mistaken, a bit of lust as well. She took her time running her eyes down from my capped shoulders to my grapefruit sized biceps, which I fought hard not to flex. It didn't go unnoticed that she somehow relaxed when she saw my breast implants, a clear indication that I was in fact a woman. For a second there I'm sure she thought a body that muscular must have belonged to a man. The woman took a particular long time as her eyes lasered on my carved six pack. This time I didn't resist, giving them a little extra flex as I said "Oh, hello there" to the jaw-dropped lady
"H-hi..." her voice screamed the dumbfounding state she was on.
I slowly turned around to grab my towel, giving myself (and her) enough time for her to appreciate the volume and definition of my back muscles. Although I was facing the other side, I'm sure she was paying great attention to my glutes. They had long lost the usual round shape that the extra fat gave them, being replaced by layers over layers of striated, strong and thick muscle.

"Come on, Marisa, you need two more to finish this set" Mr. Hopper's voice came from behind me, where he stood still making sure I squatted with the perfect technique. The barbell with 20 pounds plates on each side seemed to weight a ton on my back
"I can't" I told him in between hard breaths. I was pretty sure that I'd be screamed at for not finishing up the set, but this time Mr Hopper just stared at me through the mirror and spoke calmly
"Alright, then replace the bar back on the rack and we're done"
I looked at him, confused by his words. What he meant by 'done'?
"You see Megan" it didn't go unnoticed that he called me the right name, which meant shit just got serious "We've been doing this for about three months now. It's still just the beginning, but you can appreciate what has already changed in your life. However, I'm not some sort of Mr Miyagi that is willing to deal with teen crap. If you can't finish up this set, then quit. Leave. Either you come here and do what I tell you to do, or you don't come at all. There is no room for 'can'ts' in this place"
We looked at each other in silence, I still breathing hard from the effort, he still challenging me to quit. I wouldn't give him that pleasure, that's for sure. Puffing and huffing, I squatted down once again. I could feel the burn in my legs and glutes. It was shockingly painful, but I had to do this. I screamed my way back up. We crossed eyes again, but this time Mr Hopper was actually smiling
"One more, girl. You got this" His encouragement words were the extra fuel I needed. They never came easily. Mr Hopper was one that pushed me through mostly by screaming and bullying, but he had a feeling of when I needed to be smooth talked into it. I again lowered my body all the way down.
"C'mon, up, Madison"
I trembled my way up, feeling Mr Hopper's hands in place for the case I needed help. I wouldn't give him that pleasure. As I rose myself up and put the bar away, I saw pride in his eyes
"You know, Maria, when you first started you were huffing and puffing to deal with an empty bar. That means you are able to lift 3 times more than you did back then"
"Yeah... I guess"
"And now that you are fully adapted to this routine, We'll start some serious business. I want to build your confidence. And by confidence, I mean muscles. Starting tomorrow you'll have a different diet and we'll have a different approach to this weights"
"Muscles? What do you mean?"
"Look, you coming here everyday and working out doesn't change how those bullies in school see you. Yeah, you are stronger and more fit, but they still see the skinny lame nerd that can't stand up when they speak. They will only learn different if either you decide to kick their ass, which I obviously can't tell you to do it, or if they see unequivocal signs. Muscles. Bulging muscles"
"Oh, I... I see..."
"No, you don't. But you will. And you will like. You'll like first their surprise. Then you'll love their fear as you become more muscular then them. They will fear one day you will fight back. And finally you'll enjoy their admiration and envy. You'll see in their eyes they wish they had your body, your hard earned muscular frame. And that will be the fuel for you to keep growing. Trust me"

I put on my underwear and my sweatpants before the lady moved again. Most people would call her a creep, but I enjoyed all that. I had her full attention, and I wasn't even flexing. Say what you will, but that was freaking awesome. I turned back at the lady and started walking towards my locker to pick up the deodorant. The move made her come out of her trance
"I-I'm sorry... I... I was staring" I wasn't sure if that was a sincere apology or just fear I'd confront her. I smiled at the woman
"That's ok. I get that a lot" I still had my torso in full display to her. I placed my hands on my hips and flared my lats, just to exert my dominance a little more. I just couldn't help it.
"I--I bet. You're..."
"What?" I wasn't defying her or threatening in any way. I was actually asking her to define me. I loved hearing people talk about me.
"I... I was going to say 'big', but I think that's an understatement. You're... huge" she lowered her eyes in a bit of shame. I walked closer to her
"That freak you out, don't it?" I giggled
"Y-yeah" she looked back up at me "but also... it's kind of amazing, you know"
"Wanna feel it?"
"W-what?"
I approached the woman and raised my right arm, flexing my bicep. It wasn't fully pumped today since I haven't worked them out, but the bulbous shape was impressive. My muscle jumped not only up, but it expanded itself sideways as well. The round shape, bigger than a softball, and hardness was something I was pretty proud of, as I knew for a fact not many people had biceps like mine. I knew not even Mr Hopper had them, at least since we met.
The lady's shaking hand reached out and felt my hard steel ball of muscle. She gasped. I chuckled
"I know. Big, right?"
"Y-yes... and... so hard"
"Have you ever seen one of these?" I already knew the answer, but right now I was just humoring myself. I had this woman under my spell
"N-no..."
"Not even your husband?" I was just playing with her
"N-no... I don't think his legs are as big as your arms..."
"Well, that's just a shame..."
She kept caressing my bicep, completely hypnotized. I didn't mind. I had no intention of taking her hand from it
"Y-yeah..."
"A Pretty girl like you should have a strong, muscular man, don't you think?" I was being flirty and a bit mean, I know, but I just couldn't help myself.
"Yes... Yes I should..."
"Or maybe...." I now raised my other arm and did a double bicep pose, expanding my torso and pretty much consuming all the space between me and her
"Yes...?" It was clear that the lady was feeling hot for my muscles right now, and I had no intention of making her not feel that way
"Perhaps you should get a big, hard body yourself, don't you think? You clearly would like having such muscles, wouldn't you?"
"Yes... I would"
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get your ass up there and start lifting. Heavy" I smiled at her as I lowered my arms.
"Y-yes, ma'am" she turned around, still shaken by our experience, and left the locker room. I chuckled. No, she wouldn't become the next bodybuilder around. But she sure would have a nice night with her husband.

[1dave100]

Nice!  So many places this story could go. Looking forward to more.

[Brfan]

"So Melanie, summer is about to begin. Are you and your parents going to travel somewhere?" Mr Hopper had just finished up one killer back and biceps workout with me, I was panting.
"Not really, Mr Hopper... only, only... I'll be going to coding camping next week"
"I see... and how long is that?" he handed me a bottle of protein shake. I've been taking quite a few of of those. Ever since we started a bulking program about 5 months ago I've studied a lot about gaining mass, and how what and how much you eat influence on that. I also studied about the effects of sleep, the importance of resting and all there was to learn about muscular hypertrophy online. Like I said, I was really smart, and all that knowledge came easy to me.
"3 weeks. Why?"
"Well, I had no intention of a three week break on your development, Margaret. We'll need to come up with a plan"
"Already did, Mr Hopper" I said, smiling at him "There's a small gym on the camping. I'll be hitting the weights every day at 6am, before activities start. I also packed all the protein shakes and pre workout meals I could. Don't worry, I won't lose a step on our program"
Mr Hopper smiled back. We were clearly growing fond of each other. I respected what he was doing for me, and he respected my commitment to it.
"Well, look at you. Alright. We're almost done for today"
"Almost?" I was confused, as we the usual routine had already been accomplished
"Yes, almost. From what I can tell, you're about to enter high school, right? New campus, new kids... a new, fresh opportunity."
"Yeah"
"Well, and we both can agree that there's also a new body here, right? I mean... you packed pretty good pounds, Megan. Sure, there's still a long way to go, but you added what? 12?"
"13 pounds, sir" I said proudly. It might not have been much, but it was a lot to me. Plus, they were all good pounds, as he said. My thighs had gained volume and, better of all, definition. I had a pair of solid quads now. I also gained size on my chest and arms, which I was loving right now. Clothes didn't look so loose on me anymore.
"That's good. And yet, from what I can tell, you are still being bullied as if nothing had changed. You still don't stand up for yourself. You still don't confront them. If your attitude doesn't change, Mellisa, nothing will. Come with me"
I followed him to his backyard, where, as if it were timed, a baseball just flew in from over the fence. He grabbed it and chuckled
"Like a freaking clockwork"
"What? What is that? I mean, I know it's a baseball, but..."
"You know who lives on the other side of this fence, Mina?"
"The Collinsworth's"
"exactly. Young Timmy plays catch with his younger brother everyday around this hour. And everyday one ball gets over the fence, and he comes by my door to pick it up. Also, I know that young Timmy is also one of the kids that mistreat you the most around here."
"Y-yeah, but.." I wouldn't confess that I had a sort of a crush on him. His ice cold blue eyes and perfect blond hair were everything I ever wanted
"Well, I'm not sure if you ever noticed that Timmy is also what we usually call a wimp. He's scrawny and only acts macho when he's in a gang"
The door bell rang. Mr Hopper smiled mischievously. I followed him. Surely, It was Timmy. He was surprised to see me with mr. Hopper, and in workout clothes
"Oh, h-hi Drag... I mean, Megan. Hello mr. Hopper. Can I have my ball back, please?" Timmy extended his hand waiting for Mr Hopper to give the ball back, but the old man stood still. Instead, he spoke "Sure. As soon as you apologize to Mrs. Walker here."
"A-apologize? F-for what, I...?" Timmy seemed confused
Mr Hopper on the other hand smiled as if he had predicted every work coming out of Timmy's mouth. I was beet red in embarrassment.
"Well, It has come to my attention, Timmy, that you pick a lot on mrs. Walker. And I see no reason for you to do it. In fact, if I were her, I would already have shut you up, you know? A nice butt-kicking in front of the whole school given by a girl should do it. But she's way too nice to do that to you, despite being able to"
"W-what? Megan couldn't..."
"Oh, yes, she could. I guarantee you" Mr Hopper intervened. "But, hey, why don't we find out? No, I won't ask you two to fight each other. Instead, I'll make you a proposition. Why don't you two do a push-up contest? If you win, Timmy, I'll give you back your ball. If you lose, I get to keep your ball, and you'll apologize to Mrs. Walker"
As skinny as Timmy was, he was still a 14 year old boy full of energy and confident of himself. There was no way he was turning this down. Surely enough, he agreed and before I knew we were both on a push up position on Mr. Hopper's front porch. He counted us down and we began.
I was performing them on my regular pace, but somehow that seemed to fast for Timmy to keep up. Not really thinking, I slowed down  to his rhythm and we counted together. By the time we reached the 14th and 15th he was trembling and puffing. He collapsed at 21. Mr Hopper placed his foot on my back stopping me from getting up and said "Keep going, Mrs. Walker". he took his foot off and I kept pushing. When I reached 30 he spoke "Try one handed now". Again, I obeyed and did 5 extra with only my right arm "change sides" Again, I obeyed. After another 5 reps he announced "I guess that's enough"
We both got up. Mr Hopper was smiling, throwing Timmy's ball up and down. The boy was on the verge of crying. He had just been humiliated by the girl he loved to pick on.
"Well, Timmy, I think this settles it. I want to give you another quick reminder, though. Mrs. Walker, make a muscle" he commanded
"W-what? I..." I had no intention of embarrassing myself like that in front of the boy I had a crush on. Despite having a small bump on my arm when I flexed it, it was still too small to show them off around like that
"Do it" he was resolute. I sighed, rolled up my sleeve and flexed my shy bicep. Timmy's eyes bulged in shock and awe.
"Now, Timmy, tell me: what would you feel if one of these days mrs. Walker here walked towards you in school, flexed that muscle and asked you to compare it with yours? How do you think you would come out in that... well, test?"
Timmy seemed to have lost his words "I.. I..."
"You.. you... that's right. Now, do you think it is wise to pick on somebody who just showed she's stronger than you, and has bigger muscles than you?"
"N-no, I'm... I'm sorry, mr. Hopper, I..."
"The apologies are for her"
"I'm... I'm sorry Megan, I... I'll never do that again"
"That's right, you won't, Timmy. Now, off you go" Mr Hopper entered the house. I followed him as he shut it.
"Now, Megan, how that made you feel?" he asked me
It took me a while to find the words to answer him
"I... enjoyed it, if I'm being honest. Does that make me a bad person?"
He chuckled "No, dear. That makes you human. You see, good people are entitled to 'bad' emotions too. He made you miserable for too long. A little payback will do no harm. Now, as for you..." he handed me the baseball "I wonder how you will feel when your biceps are this size"
My eyes were sparkling. The idea of possessing such big and strong muscles attracted me. A lot. I grabbed the ball as if it were a muscle and tried to squeeze it
"It will not only be this big, it will be this hard too, Mr Hopper"
"That's my girl. Tomorrow, same time?"
"Same time. See you, Mr Hopper"


I got back to my dorm and looked around
"Amy? Amy, are you there?"
Great, I was alone. My roommate was probably in some class. I stripped out of my clothes and placed myself in front of the full body mirror we had on the closet door. If there was one thing I enjoyed more than being marveled about my body by other people, it was marvel myself because of it. I told you, I'm a narcissistic bitch. I just couldn't help.
I remembered the lady's reaction on the gym's locker room as I ran my hands up my thighs. Damn, she was right to be shocked. I looked fucking awesome. Last time I checked they were 28'' thick, and they felt extremely hard. I flexed my quads and watched the teardrop shaped muscles bulge wildly. I slowly ran my nails through the gaps on their muscles. I felt my spine shivering in excitement. I thought 'why not?'
Locking up the door, I went back to the mirror as I placed my hands on the back of my head. Even not truly flexing my bicep just the mere elbow flexing caused them to expand widely. I exhaled and flexed my abs, holding the flex long enough to the small veins that came up from my pelvis to engorge themselves. I watched as the perennial 6 pack slowly turned into 8. Twisting my core I made my obliques noticeable. Fuck, I was a sculpture. Muscles on top of muscles. I was wet and couldn't resist but talk to myself
"That's right, peasants. You better bow before me. I'm your Goddess" I raised both my arms and flexed my biceps. They boomed into life. Their shape and size big enough to shame a college running back, that's for sure. Almost 16 inches of the purest demonstration of power.
"Missed my biceps, Timmy? Look how big they are now" I spoke to my past ghosts, now fully aware that this was about to end in a self satisfying hot shower
Using my right hand I felt my left bicep. I caressed it while I ran my hand from my thick, sinewy forearm all the way to my capped shoulder, which now had vibrating striations on it
"Fuck, I'm hard as oak"
I finally stared at myself in the mirror. I was having a time. Inhaling deeply, I stroke a most muscular pose. I held it for what seemed to be an eternity. I saw my traps bulging from my back, condensing along with my neck. My pecs shaking from the exertion I was submitting them to. Shoulders and arms joining the show, at this point almost supporting cast to all the vascularity that was jumping up from my upper body. I grunted in excitement. How I wish Amy entered the room right now just to watch her Hulky roommate at her best.

[Brfan]

"So, we're having a party tonight. It's at Kappa-Kappa-Delta" Amy always invited me to this gatherings college kids did, always sprinkled with alcohol and hormones. It never was my thing. I had a very strict schedule that involved all hours os resting and sleeping I could get. It also involved being almost a food terrorist with myself. But, then again, term was over, I had (once again) excelled in all my tests and I'd be going back home the next day after a year. I guess I could try this.
"Sure, what time?"
"Around 8. Great, see you there!" she answered me as she made her way out. I couldn't help but notice Amy took her time staring at my chiseled abs. I smiled and gave her a little flex. She blushed and left. Amy was absolutely the best roommate I could have. She didn't mind my habits, was a quiet and easy to talk girl, pretty smart herself. And she often gazed and admired my body, which I found absolutely exhilarating. I could tell she wanted to feel it, but she never had the guts to ask me, and honestly, I liked the 'mystery' about it. Amy was sort of a College princess, but with a mindset different than the usual prom queens around. She was nice. And, of course, maybe a bit scared of what I could do to her if she went full 'mean girl' mode on me. I smiled at the idea, yawned and stretched. I stared down at my legs, quads fully flexed now. Gee, I was getting big, that's for sure. My vastus were all bulging sideways. I wondered if I'd find pants that fit them for the evening.


Moving from Mid-school to High school didn't really change a lot in my daily routine. It did however changed the way people saw me. I was no longer 'dragonfly'. I was still packing up muscle and for the expert eye I already had a pretty outstanding body, especially on my back, shoulders and arms. But for the regular high school boy I now owned nice toned legs and rock solid, round and perky ass. That obviously attracted them. And therefore, they treated me well. I was all well to vaccinated to know better. I knew that the same boys that were nice to me were the ones that picked on the misfits. And I still felt like a misfit. That's why I always stood up for them. It was another regular day at bio when the bell rang and Mrs. Thompson told us to put our stuff away as he wrote down the homework for next week and left the room. Immediately Brett, one of said 'cool guys' came to my counter and talked to Adam, my class partner
"Yo, Chubby-A, that's, my counter" Brett pointed at a messy corner of the room. Apparently, he had spilled a lot of frog parts during the dissection class "Now, be a pal and clean that up, alright?" that wasn't a request, obviously. Adam was shaking from toe to head as he weakly nodded
"And while you're at it" Brett dropped 2 heavy books on our counter, causing a little mess "Carry those for me back to my locker, ok? And don't mess up. Oh, hey, Megan... looking good today" he winked at me. I was steaming with anger. I knew that Brett was the prototypical bully in high school. He was a cornerback on the football team, perfect blonde hair. It was like he had came out of one of those 90s teen movies.
"You do that all yourself" I snapped back at him
"What?" Brett looked surprised that I answered him, and didn't seem to understand what I was saying
"You clean up your mess, and you carry your damn books, asshole"
I could grab the silence and tension around the room, as the other students stopped to see what was going on. Nobody talked back at Brett.
"M-megan, that's... that's ok, I'll do it" Adam tried to stop the obvious confrontation
"No, that's not ok. I'm really tired of this jerk treating everyone around like they're shit, and this stops now"
I had chosen my words very carefully, and I knew Brett wouldn't stand being called a jerk in front of the whole class and do nothing. He chuckled nervously
"And what you intend to do about it, little princess?"
I smiled. He had just fell into my trap.
"Well, I intend to embarrass you in front of all these people" I said as I stood up from my bench and took off my coat. I never took it off. Surely, the shape and definition of my now exposed arms caused the crowd to make indistinguishable noises all around. I placed my elbow on the counter and stared at Brett, who also seemed impressed and, dare I say, a little scared "Let's make a bet. We armwrestle. If you beat me, I'll carry your books around, and do your homework for this semester. You could use some help with your grades, you know that" I laughed "But if I win, you stop picking on Adam or anyone else. How's that?"
Now, normally I knew that Brett would never back down, but I could smell his fear. He was cornered, and tried to talk his way out of it
"And why would I do that? I can have this losers doing all that for me without armwrestling you"
"Sure you can, but you also can be called the chicken shit who was afraid of armwrestling a girl. I bet this won't go well on the football field, will it?"
Brett was red, and was nervous. he looked around expecting some kind of support from his buddies, but at this point everyone wanted to see this roll out.
Finally, he placed his elbow down and grabbed my hand
"Fine, just don't cry if it hurts"
I asked Adam to count us down. Now, Mr Hopper had been training me over the last month or so about armwrestling technique and strategies. I planned letting him burn his energy using leverage and angle holding him, and then crush him down. It worked like a charm. Brett was strong, for sure, but he lacked any technique, and I had stamina to go leaps around him. After 30 or so seconds I felt his push was losing power, and we were still on neutral position. I giggled and teased
"That all you got, big guy? Do yourself a favor and look down at our arms" I spoke loud enough to attract the crowd's eyes to the comparison of my fully flexed bicep to his own.
"Shit, Megan's arms look bigger than Brett's!" I heard from behind my back
"They really do!" another voice supported the comments.
"Man, she's embarrassing you. Just quit already" one of the guys told him. At this point Brett was almost in tears, trying to save some pride
"This is boring, Let's just call it a day" I announced as I started doing some serious push. Brett never stood a chance. My bulging bicep and sinewy forearm was on full display as I crushed his hand on the counter. Silence took the room.
Brett, not saying a word, stood up and made mention to leave. I was quicker. Before he could move, I grabbed his left arm and twisted it around his back. I had him pretty much pinned
"Oh no, you aren't. You are cleaning up your mess, and If I have to say that again, you'll be doing it with only one arm" I gave him another squeeze to make sure he understood the message
"Alright, alright. Just let me go, please"
"That's right, bitch. You better say please" I said as I let him go.



I looked at myself in the mirror and checked if everything was ok. My jeans ended up fitting, but in such a snug fashion I doubt I could bend or squat without bursting it to pieces. I had a black sleeveless body and a white coat that I just threw over my shoulders. I didn't want to drag too much attention to me, but I was still very proud and comfortable with my body, so I didn't exactly wanted to hide it. With this outfit I got the best of both worlds. There was still a lot to be seen as the pants made my lower body look completely gorgeous, and the body showed off enough cleavage that my pec muscles wouldn't go unnoticed, but my shoulders and arms, which normally caused more staring, were covered. I finished up my make up and Amy and I left for the party.
Surely enough, it was textbook college party. A beer keg, red cups, beer pong 'court' on the corner, and a lot of flirting and laughing.
We had been there for about two hours and Amy was on the drunk side of the moon by now. I had found that her intentions on going to that party was Jake. She had a major crush on this Jake guy and she learned that he'd be there, so it wasn't to my surprise how loud and blushed she got when he finally arrived. Amy tried to play cool and pretend not noticing, but she followed him around the party for the next half hour. I looked at Jake and saw an older version of Brett. Typical jock that was mistreating every woman that threw herself at him. I was getting pissed, but decided to remain silent.
Finally, he pushed me over the edge. Amy was cheering for him in some sort of drinking card game and Jake was getting mad that he lost two in a row. He shoved down another beer cup and told her
"Get me another one. Plus, you're giving me bad luck, so just leave, bitch"
I saw the tears in Amy's eyes. She was fighting hard not to let them roll.
"I-i... I'll bring your beer"
That was it. I grabbed Amy by her forearm and stopped her easily
"No you won't. If this asshole wants another beer, he'll get up and grab it himself"
Now, this time there wasn't enough audience for me to make a show, and truthfully, I didn't want it. I learned that you can correct misbehaviors without a stage. Surely enough, Jake stood up and measured me. He was probably shocked with my height and mostly, my width. Still, he had an image to maintain.
"And who are you to tell her what to do?"
I smiled at him and hugged him. I made sure my arms were keeping his locked to his torso
"Jake, my man! Don't you remember me?" I said out loud. My jacket fell out of my shoulders. I knew that now, with my back and arms exposed, people would take notice of me. It wasn't everyday that you saw an Amazon like me on a frat party.
I now turned my attention to Jake. I giggled as he tried to break free from my hug, but it was useless. He was way to skinny
"Now, let's talk seriously here" I whispered in his ears "I'm just Amy's friend. And you are an asshole" I squeezed him a little tighter. I heard the gasps of air coming out of his lungs.
"And I surely don't appreciate you talking to her like this. It makes me mad. It makes me angry" Another added squeeze. Jake's hands tried to push me away, but he connected them to my abs and shortly he realized how packed with muscles I was.
"Now, for a little science class: Have you ever heard of the Boa constrictor? It's a snake. And it kills it's prey by crushing their bones. They say it hurts a lot" I tightened the grip. Holding my left forearm with my right hand around his torso helped it
"I also will teach you that they say it requires about 700 pounds of strength to snap a rib. I wonder if a hug can do that" Another powerful squeeze. Jake sobbed in pain. He head was turning purple now.
"Now, I believe there's something you'd like to say to Amy, right?" I released him. Jake collapsed to the chair he was on and coughed hard for about 20 seconds, trying to regain his senses and at least some air
"Jake?" I threatened him. I had my hands on my hips. Jake scanned my beefy arms and wide torso. His eyes were wet and his body was shaking in fear
"A-amy I'm.. I'm sorry. I was a jerk. Please forgive me"
I looked at her, but Amy seemed to didn't even listen to Jake's words. Her eyes were glued in me.
"She accepts your apology, Jake. And now we'll be going"
I grabbed my jacket from Amy's hands and escorted her out of the house. She was still in shock.
"I'm sorry I meddled. I just couldn't stand him treating you like that, Amy"
I was being honest with her.
"You're so... nobody had ever stepped up for me like that, I..." she approached me
"That's ok, hon. You're my friend. I'd beat him up if I had to"
"And that was so... you completely crushed him, Meg... you're... so strong..." her hands let go of mine and ran up from my forearms to my biceps. I felt electricity running from her body to mine. She wanted this. And I wanted the attention. I always did.
"Amy... do you want to feel my muscles?" I knew that she was drunk enough to feel ashamed of anything right now
"Y-yes... Yes, I do"
I smiled at her
"Well, then maybe we should head back to our dorm" I picked her up in a cradle. She was really light. Amy threw her arms around my neck
"My God, Meg... you're my superwoman"

[Brfan]

"Hey, not bad at all Marjorie. 14.5'' inches. How old are you again?" Mr. Hopper smiled. I knew his way of downplaying a compliment by calling me the wrong name, but I also had learned by now when he was proud
"Sixteen, mr. Hopper" I said as I relaxed my bicep. We had been taking measurements from time to time in order to keep a better track of my growth. This was more my request than anything, but I felt Mr Hopper didn't mind seeing objectively how great was his tutoring.
"That's pretty good biceps, especially for a girl"
"Thanks, I guess"
"You know, you should consider the Air Force. We could use someone like you"
"How come?"
"Well, you're very intelligent, disciplined, knows how to follow an order, and clearly has a physical aptitude not many have. You'd do great"
"Gee, I never thought about it, Mr Hopper. But I will. And... by the way, I'd like to speak to you about something"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well, I've been thinking about taking boxing lessons" I answered, half shy, half proud of my idea. Mr Hopper's face lightened up
"Finally you are toughing up, girl. I say you do it. It will do you no bad. We'll work something out for your weight training, which you are not quitting" he sounded definitive about my future regarding the exercises
"Yes sir" I saluted him. I liked how my bicep popped up when I did it.
"So, listen Megan... I have a request for you too."
"Sure, fire away Mr Hopper" I told him as I put on my hoodie. It was winter and chilly outside
"My daughter is coming in for the holidays and bringing my grandson. He's about your age. I have no idea how to keep him entertained. Think you could help?"
"Sure, I guess... I mean, I'm not the most outgoing person, but I can have him over and we can play videogames and stuff"
"I'm sure he'd love that. He's a bit of a wuss, you know. You probably are twice as strong as him, but he is good people"
"Well, ok... when he gets here, let me know. We'll work something out."


I had to help Amy up the stairs. She was clearly drunk and heartbroken. We got into our dorm, I placed her in her bed and turned around, searching my pijamas. Amy's voice came full of pain and tears from behind me
"T-thanks Amy..."
I looked at her as she cleaned up her face
"Don't mention it. That Jake guy is a jerk. You deserve better"
I sat next to her in her bed and stood in silence. Amy sobbed and leaned her head on my shoulder. She stood there a few seconds before speaking again. When she did, she giggled
"You know, your shoulder is so hard it's not exactly very comfortable. It's like laying on a rock" Amy was making a joke, obviously, and I laughed with her
"Hey, better than being all mushy like those sorority dudes"
We both shared a laugh before I got up. I stripped out of my jeans and my body. Amy stood up and stared at me
"What?" I asked, looking down, trying to find what she was staring at
"It's... nothing, it's just... you're... your body is... so perfect" the booze was preventing Amy from feeling inadequate or ashamed. She was devouring my chiseled abs with her eyes right now. I smiled at her
"Well... I'm not gonna pretend it isn't... I work very hard for these" I told her as I raised my arms and flexed both my biceps at her. The cannonballs exploded fierce fully right before her eyes. Amy let out a small gasp, which I enjoyed deeply.
I was standing in front of my roommate, wearing nothing but my lame white underwear, and yet I never felt more sexy in my life
"Amy... do you want to feel it?" My words took her out (or maybe into) a trance. Without stopping staring at my body, Amy babbled a 'yes' with a weak voice.
"Well... on one condition" I told her "I want you to tell me what you are feeling as you run your hands through my muscles" and then I placed my hands on my hips, flaring my lats and shoulders, inviting her in.

[Brfan]

"So, Megan... my grandpa tells me you... you work out"
Mr Hopper's grandson was a nice kid. He was shy and clearly had confidence issues, probably just the same as I did. We've been hanging out for a couple days now, and it felt like he wanted to ask that question since the moment he laid eyes on me. I don't know if Mr. Hopper had said something to him of if it was just obvious I took good care of my body due to my shape.
"Well, yeah, I do, Billy. I am also starting boxing lessons. Why?"
"D-do... do you think you could show me?"
"Show you? How?" I wasn't sure of what he was asking. Billy was clearly embarassed with his question. His ears were so red they might as well be releasing some steam right now.
"I-I mean... can I watch you? Working out, that is..." his eyes were staring at his own feet since his mouth started making words
I smiled. "Well... I... don't know, Billy. I mean... I wouldn't mind, but... you pops he's really... well, focused, you know. Those two hours I'm there with him, they really matter..."
"Oh, I didn't mean when he's there" Billy hurried up "I thought we could... you know... sneak into his garage later tonight and... then you can show me"
At that point in my life I never realized there were guys who actually thought it was sexy a girl with muscles, who craved such things. I saw no harm in showing Billy around the weights, and to be honest, I kind of fancied the idea of an audience.
"Sure, why not? How about 11? Mr Hopper must be asleep by then"
"Great! Just text me and I'll sneak you in"
"Cool"
Later that night Billy opened the kitchen door and I slid in. From there we went in silence and with the lights turned off to the garage/home gym. The scrawny boy made sure to lock the door before turning the lights on.
"So, where do you want to start?" I asked him
"Why don't you just show me what you do normally?"
"Well, you see, normally Mr Hopper has me doing upper body or lower body. When it's upper, he splits the days between a larger muscle group, such as back or chest, and arms - that is triceps or biceps. He also adds shoulders. When it's lower, works the same way. Either quads, or hamstrings, calves..."
"I see..." Billy was clearly excited with our endeavour, which I didn't fully get at the time. But his interest seemed genuine, and I liked having someone to talk about what had become one of my passions "and.. what is your favorite?" he asked
"Well..." I blushed a little "I'll admit I prefer pumping up my upper body. I know, it's not very common for a girl to say that but..."
His face lightened up "Show me" he whispered
I smiled in silence and unzipped my jacket. It was a chilly night outside, and the jacket was needed while I walked across the street, but inside it made no sense to wear it. Billy's eyes bulged as he stared at my torso. I liked it. I had chosen this pink sports bra that actually showcased the parts of my body I liked the most: my lats, my shoulders and my abs. I could swear his jaw dropped as he saw my six pack.
"What?" I asked pretending to not know
"You're... buff" he babbled
"Oh, nonsense... I just do my bit to stay in shape" I lied. Yeah, I was buff. Buffer than him, buffer than many people by now. "So, where do you want to start?"
"You're the boss" he told me
"Ok, so... how about this? I pointed at the hanging bar from one of the apparatus Mr Hopper had "This can be used for what it called a lat pull down" I instructed him "Here. You grab this bar with a wide grip, sit, and pull" I showed him how it was done "Be sure to stabilize your joints, especially your shoulders. Watch how I use my lats and traps to bring the bar down" I did a few reps with the weight I had set for Billy to work out. It was light, but it was enough to show him the proper technique and, I was sure, to put my back muscles on display a bit.
"Here, try it" I got up and helped him position himself. He did a few reps before struggling to move the bar.
"Don't be a macho man. Lower the weights if you need to"
Billy obeyed, setting the weight to 50 pounds. He did about 8 reps before letting go the bar
"That was good. You're a natural, Billy"
"Oh, don't do that. I struggled with this kid's weights. Show me what you can do"
"What do you mean?"
"Set your regular weight. Don't be shy. I can take it"
I looked at him. I changed the pin to 95 pounds and took his place. As I went through a few reps, I felt my lats pumping and spreading out. I saw through the mirror on the back wall that Billy couldn't take his eyes off my moving back muscles. I liked it. He was hypnotized, not even caring if it was weird right now. Billy was enjoying the dance of my traps and rhomboids and I was loving his mesmerized look just as much.
Finally I let go of the bar, got up and faced him. We stood in silence for a few moments, appreciating what we were doing for each other. "How about biceps?" I half-asked, half-ordered him around
"S-sure"
I walked towards the inclined bench, grabbed a small dumbbell, I'd say about 10 pounds, stood behind the bench and placed my elbow on it. Before I could start to curl Billy spoke "Just use your regular weight. How much is it?"
"20" I told him. He walked to the rack and grabbed the 20 pounder. He made mention to hand it over to me, but I had a different idea
"You first"
He placed himself where I was and I watched as he struggled to move his twig arm. I couldn't help but giggle.
"Too heavy? Here" I took the weight out of his hand and started curling it with some ease. That was the best I've ever felt. Showing this boy that I could do things he couldn't. That my biceps were so strong they could curl weights his could barely move. I looked as my bicep popped up at each rep, it's size and definition getting better by the second. Billy was staring at it as well.
"Geez, Megan you're so..."
"Strong, right?" For some reason I needed to say it. I was exerting and living a place of true, intimate physical dominance for the first time in my life, a place I'd enjoy experiencing from that moment on.
"Y-yeah..."
I finished my 10th rep and put the weight on the ground. As I got up, I stared Billy down. I knew how I looked. I knew how my body looked. And especially, I knew how it looked next to his. He knew it too. And we were both enjoying that knowledge.
I raised both my arms and flexed my biceps. I had my abs on full display. My lats were spread wide. Even my shoulders were popped up. As my guns rose and peaked, I spoke again, or better, whispered
"Stronger than you, Billy"
"So much stronger..." Billy stepped closer. I held my pose. He wasn't intimidated by my showing muscles. he was attracted. And that was absurdly enticing for me.
"Megan... have you ever beat any boy up?"
"No... not... yet" for some reason I added the 'yet' there. I guess I liked that idea.
"Do you want to?" Billy placed his hand on my bicep and felt it's hardness. Waves of electricity ran through my body as he felt my muscles. Billy was worshiping my body, and I was enjoying it very much. I understood the sexual concept of what we were doing there, and I liked it. I wanted it more.
"Yes" I whispered in his ears
"Just... let me feel your muscles first... please" I shivered with his 'please' word. It was what it was. This young man had to ask my authorization to do anything, cause I owned him. Billy lowered his hand and reached for my abs. I grabbed him by his wrists.
"Maybe later" I told him, as I smartly tripped him and let him fall in his back. I mounted him and felt his cock hard, pressing against my waist. I pinned both his hands above his head
"First, you're gonna know what it is like to be dominated by a strong, muscular girl like me"
Billy moaned in pleasure
"I own you, Billy boy. And I demand you to put a fight, or else you won't get a chance to feel all this" I let his hands free and again flexed both my biceps.
We smiled at each other as he tried to squirm his way out. And we begin to wrestle.