Vickie's Secret
Revised by Rob Colburn 4/30/01 colburnrt@hotmail.com
She can DO this!


Everyone at St. Ursula High knew to stay out of Lisa's way. Due to her
muscles, Lisa had the reputation for being the school bully, even though she
had done nothing to earn it, until the day she met up with the new exchange
student from across town. Rumors had been flying rampant about 'Big' Vickie
even before the school year had even begun. The buzz was, she's a tough young
lady who was expelled from another local high school for getting into fights
and sending her opponents to the hospital. It was also reported that she was
quite strong and in a fit of rage lifted the front end of the principal's car
with her in it. The word through the grapevine was that she held some deep
secret only shared with very close friends, but to look at her you couldn't
tell her to be this monstrous "super-girl" who was being murmured about in
school, but looks can be be very deceiving. This piqued Lisa's interest, not
because she was cautiously asked by some of the kids to hunt for more on these
rumors, but because she was the down-the-street neighbor who saw some big
equipment moved into the house. Things started to get interesting when, on
this certain Wednesday, Vickie walked into the detention hall.

"Big" Vickie walked in and handed the detention slip to the old nun who was in
charge. She walked down the aisle and found the desk next to Lisa, plopped her
books down, and sat. Lisa pretended not to look at her but couldn't help
staring at times. 'Maybe I'm missin' something here, but somethin' just ain't
right,' she thought to herself, scratched her head, then drifted back off into
her doodles.

It wasn't until Friday that Vickie actually spoke to her for the first time.
"Look, if you don't stop staring at me, I'll scream so loud that I'll wake
Sister Mary Whatshername at the desk," she said crossly. "Then I'll rip your
arm off and beat you with the bloody stump end of it." For the rest of that
hour, Vickie kept an eye on her.

That weekend everything was quiet on the Vickie front. It turns out she had
been grounded at home for the duration of the semester. Lisa went over the
notes she made about her and scratched her head a little more. There was
something about her, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. At the gym
where she was employed and worked out, she talked to her boss about her, but
got no new insights. Finally, she went back to doing her homework in her spare
time, content to merely wonder about what was under those big clothes of her.

The next week started off quite normal. Lisa was not quite up to par that
Monday; she didn't threaten as many kids as usual because her mind was still
set on Vickie. Lisa left gym class (her last class of the day) and walked into
the detention hall and took her normal seat. Vickie got smart and sat behind
her. This way, she couldn't leer without turning around. Later on that week,
the temperature was warming up, and the room used for detention, even with
open windows, became very stuffy. That's when Vickie started staring. Lisa
yawned and stretched, making her rather large muscles almost rip the shirt she
was wearing. 'The school bully has muscles, big ones... almost bigger than
mine,' she thought to herself, then snickered a bit. 'Be still my beating
heart.'

Yawning can be very contagious, especially in a hot room with little or no
ventilation. After her display, time went ever so slow for Vickie, who yawned
and dozed off, only to catch herself as her elbow slipped off the desk. That's
when SHE stretched. She put her hands behind her head, arched her back and
stretched.

'KAPWING!'

Lisa felt a sting on the back of her neck, slapped it, and looked at her hand.
Nothing. she dismissed it and went back to what she was doing. Then 'KAPWING!'
This time she knew what direction it came from... right behind her. "All
right," she said in a low growl and began to scoot around, fist cocked. "I
don't care who you ar..." she couldn't finish her statement because, when she
turned around, she was met by Vickie's sizable chest. "...l." As she got the
last 'l' out, she couldn't help but stare at the volume of flesh and muscle
looking at her right in the face.

"Excuse me, you were saying...?" Vickie asked as she relaxed her stretch.

"Umm... oh nothing," Lisa was lost for words. "You, uh, lost these," and
presented her with the two buttons. her eyes darted back and forth.

"Thank you," she said politely. "It's an occasional hazard. Looks like I need
to by a bigger size of shirt or stop..."

"Stop what?" Lisa asked.

"Oh, never mind," Vickie said as she stuffed herself back into the shirt. "You
wouldn't be interested anyway. Your turn."

"Huh?" Lisa was caught off guard. "Oh, yeah, name's Lisa, nice to meet you."
her eyes couldn't help to be drawn to her remarkable cleavage.

"Lisa," Vickie giggles, rather embarrassed, "my face is up here. Next
question, please."

"Huh, oh yeah, can I... uh," Lisa was still lost for words, "uh..."

"Walk me home, because you just live down the street from me?" Vickie smiled.

She just sat there dumbfounded and then, "Uh, yeah, that's it... I think."

"Sure," she said with an embarrassed smile. "My name's Vickie. And yes, you
can walk me home." She couldn't believe how insecure this bully was.

As the two kids prepared to leave detention, Vickie stood up and stretched one
more time, revealing her rather large chest again to the world and caught
Lisa's eye once more. But what really caught her eye was that, during the
stretch, Vickie flexed both arms and a mound began to rise in each arm.
"Ohhh," Vickie sighed, "it feels so good to stretch." She relaxed her arms and
smiled at Lisa.

Lisa could only look in awe as she watched the swelling go down. She began to
massage her left upper arm, "Yeah, you're telling me."

On the way home, casual talk turned into curiosity. "So if you don't mind me
askin'..."

Vickie stopped and raised an inquiring eyebrow, "Yeeeesss?"

"How the heck did you do, I mean..." Lisa quickly tried changing her question,
"...how'd you wind up in detention?"

Vickie grinned coyly, "I like you, you're silly," and gave her a peck on the
cheek. "Well," she sighed and scratched behind her ear, "I, kinda disrupted
football and cheerleading practice, kinda, that's all."

"Okay," Lisa scratched her own head at her 'kinda' statement.

***

She didn't tell her how she was doing laps on the track after school when she
was stopped by the varsity team quarterback, and how he noticed how strong her
legs were and wondered how strong she was on upper body strength, to which she
answered, "Pretty strong."

"Well, honey, can you arm wrestle?" she asked.

"I think so," Vickie answered, knowing full well she did, and could probably
start some trouble if she did.

The both of them laid down, facing each other on the grass with a crowd of
football players and cheerleaders gathering around them. he flexed his arm and
asked her, "Are you sure you want to go up against this?"

"Uh huh," Vickie smiled, "I can DO this."

"Okay, someone count to three," he shouted.

"THREE!" came a quick shout from the crowd and the two kids were at it. Vickie
was impressed by the size and the strength of this boy. But when it came time
for him to counter, he was interested in what he saw rise up against Vickie's
sweatshirt sleeve.

"You're not normal," as he watched the bulge rise, stretching her sleeve.

"Of course I am," she grunted and forced his arm to the ground with a loud
'SNAP'!

"ARGH! YOU STUPID BITCH!" screamed the boy in agony. The boy got up and fell
to his knees whimpering. "That stupid cow... I think my wrist is broken." The
trainer walked over with a couple of players and walked the limp-wristed
quarterback into the varsity locker room.

"Look... I'm sorry... I'm..." Vickie tried to apologize when she was felled by
a blow in the back. "AAAAHHH!" She rolled over and saw several strong looking
cheerleaders over her.

"You STUPID BITCH HEIFER! That was my boyfriend's wrist you broke," said a
rather svelte and muscular cheerleader. "Now you'll have to deal with me." The
girl made a fist and slowly began to curl her right arm on which a fairly
sizable bicep grew, stretching the fabric of her sweater. The other two
whispered to each other and then went into poses themselves.

This only made Vickie cross. "Okay, big mouth," she said as she stood up, "I
said I'm sorry I hurt your boyfriend, but he wanted to play, and play I did."
Vickie turned to leave for the girls locker room, then stopped for a moment
and turned her head back over her shoulder. "Oh, by the way, I'd watch who
you'd call a heifer, CHUNKY," and continued to walk.

"Chunky?" the cheerleader said, stunned. "I'll give her Chunky. C'mon, girls."
The cheerleaders caught up with Vickie, and the one she nicknamed 'Chunky'
blocked the entrance to the door. "Look, Fatso," the girl started pushing on
Vickie, took off her varsity sweater and threw it to one of her cohorts, and
began rolling up her sleeves. "You want chunky, I'll give you chunky." The
girl then clenched her fists, raised her arms, and began to bend her arm,
forcing biceps the size of an orange to rise and rip the sleeves. Then she
flexed her chest and the tight blouse became tighter until the buttons popped
off from the strain. "It's all 100% muscle, bitch!" The girl quickly grabbed
the two ends of her shirt and tied them together right below her bra. The girl
put her hands on her hips, daring Vickie to try anything now.

"Impressive," Vickie stated nonchalantly. "But I don't think I want to cause a
scene or do any more damage that what was ACCIDENTALLY done. Now excuse me."
She shoved the girl out of her way. "Oh, by the way, how many times did you
bench the team to get those muscles? Ta," and walked into the locker room.

By this time, a crowd had formed and was murmuring around the three
cheerleaders. "How... How DARE she accuse me of... of such things!" The girl
then ripped off her tattered sleeves and flexed her tan arms. "C'mon girls,"
she said looking at her bulging arms, "let's go kick some porker's ass," and
headed into the girls' locker room.

Sometime later, Vickie emerged from the locker room, combing her wet hair, and
was met by the varsity football coach and the cheerleading coach, Sr. Helen.
"What happened in there?" the Sister demanded.

"Nothing, ma'am," Vickie said and left.

Both coaches ran into the locker room and brought out a very bruised
cheerleader. All the girl could say, barely coherently, was, "She said she
could DO this, and she did..."

The next day Vickie was in detention.

***

Before anything else was said, Vickie decided to change the topic. "I, uh,
take it, you workout?" Vickie said, motioning to her arms.

"Yeah," she answered as they arrived at Vickie's house, "I've been lifting
since eighth grade and because I work at a local bodybuilding gym, I can
workout there, too."

"Neat!" Vickie said. "Hey Lisa, do you mind if I, um," she was blushing as she
was talking, "um, feel how hard and big they are?"

"Huh?" Lisa said, completely caught off guard.

"Your muscles, silly," Vickie giggled, then came the change in the tone of her
voice. "Flex 'em slow, long, hard, and big."

Lisa sat her books down on Vickie's front porch and looked over at her. "You
really want to see 'em?" She nodded yes. "Okay, I'm no pro, but here goes."
Lisa brought her arms out horizontally, parallel to the ground, made fists,
and began to tense her arms. Immediately her forearms jumped alive with big
bulging muscles and an interlocking complex of veins both big and small. Lisa
again looked over at Vickie who nodded intently. She then began to slowly curl
her arms. 'I'm giving this girl the biggest thrill of her life,' she thought
as biceps the size of softballs began to bunch and grow, tearing her shirt
sleeves as they peaked above their maximum height. As part of her flex, she
began expanding her chest, her ample breasts rising on great pec muscles. Her
shirt pulled out of her pants and the buttons on her shirt began to pop.
"Well, is this big enough for you?" she grunted.

Vickie walked over in back of her and began running her hands over her arms,
feeling each fold and ripple down to her chest. "They're so big and hard, just
touching them gives me goosebumps," she whispered in her ear. "I think I'm in
lust... oops! Freudian slip on my part... I mean, love." She came around front
and kissed her. "Let's do somethin' this weekend."

"Okay, what?" Lisa asked. "All these things ever got me was the title of
bully, detentions over misunderstandings, and a grounding at home from now
till the day Jesus comes back."

"Yeah, me too," Vickie understood, sitting down on the front porch.

"Well, we still gotta couple of days to think about it," Lisa said, smiling.

"Yeah, we can DO this," Vickie returned with a slight smile, but there was a
hint of depression.

"Look, I gotta get going, I'll see you tomorrow." she reached down and kissed
her, then left. As she walked over to her house, she thought to herself,
'Lisa, you sly puppy, you are IN. Soon, very soon, you'll be able to get those
damn wimps off my back.'

Word began buzzing around school about Lisa and Vickie being seen together,
but no one came up to confront her on this. It was just about time for the two
to meet in detention, when...

"Hi Lisa," a voice came singing from behind. Lisa quickly turned around and
there was one of the school gossips and former friend, Katie.

"Hi Kate... bye Kate, I'm gonna be late," she said hurriedly, but she stopped
her, "What'cha want now."

"Just a minute of your time..." She looked around to see if anyone was looking
and, undoing her tie, she unbuttoned her blouse part of the way and pulled it
open revealing an exceptional cleavage. She walked over to Lisa, whom she had
cornered, and began kissing her, rubbing her tits against her chest until it
looked like her nipples would burst through her bra and blouse. "...and those
big muscles of yours," and began groping at her arms. "I want a little
information on your new friend, Vickie."

"Umm, uh, oh gawd," Lisa tried to keep her composure. "I haven't found out
anything yet."

"Too bad," Katie said, "I want to hurt her like she did that poor
cheerleader."

"That slut!" Lisa said as Katie started pulling away, "The way I understood
it, she asked for it." she began moaning with pleasure. That's when she pulled
her swelling nipple with a swift jerk.

"Owww! Hey, that hurt," Lisa said grabbing her left breast.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I could make it feel better with these," and began
rubbing and massaging her tits again with her hands, "if you could only find
out what her secret is, we're getting bored."

"Look," she said sternly in a low voice, "give me a couple of more days. I
might have something for you."

"Well, from the way I understand it," Katie said as she buttoned up her
blouse, "she's strong and loves to arm wrestle to show her superiority." Katie
then straightened her tie.

"Okay... Look, I got three minutes to get to detention," Lisa stated, looking
the hall clock. "I'll find out... something," and ran off.

"Fine, we'll be waiting," Katie cupped her swollen breasts, one more time for
her, pushing at them, showing off her erect nipples. She leaned up against a
locker, "Whew! Come on girls, let's go to the ladies room."

Thursday came and went and all the kids could do were exchange

glances, wondering about what each other's next move would be.

Friday afternoon... as Lisa waited for Vickie, she began formulating the all
important question. she began pacing back and forth, talking to herself. "So
Vickie, how about these stories I hear..." she stopped and shook her head.
"Nah, not going to work." This is when Vickie walked up behind her unnoticed.
"Okay, I have it," her face beamed like a lightbulb. "Vickie!" she said in a
quasi-stern voice, "I need to know something."

"Yes," answered a sweet voice from behind. Lisa dropped her books and quickly
turned around. There was Vickie leaning up against a locker.

"VICKIE!" she squeaked, "how long have you been... I mean..." Lisa cleared her
throat.

"How long have I been here," Vickie finished her statement. "Long enough to
watch you pace back and forth talking to yourself and answer your question
once more." She sighed causing her enormous chest to inflate and cause an
audible 'creak' as the gap between her buttons began to pull open. "Well, you
gonna ask?"

"Oh, yeah," Lisa cooed as she studied those straining buttons.

"Lisa!" Vickie snapped.

"I've," clearing her throat, "gotta work till four tomorrow and I was
wondering, well, maybe we could get together after and do something."

"You know I'm grounded and can't really go anywhere," she pouted.

"Yeah," Lisa responded disappointingly.

"Hey," Vickie's face lit up. "My folks'll be gone till late Sunday." Then
again, her voice changed into a low sexy whisper, "Come on over tomorrow night
and we could have some fun." She moved in close to her and guided her hands to
her chest and started kissing, long and sweet.

Lisa couldn't help noticing that wearing a bra didn't make a difference; her
nipples were hard as bullets. she slowly pushed her away. "Great! I'll be over
about six."

"All right, see you then," and she turned around and left.

Lisa just stood there as she watched her tight jeans sway as she walked down
the corridor. she shrugged her shoulders in a aroused sort of fashion, "Well,
I know one thing... she can't be fat."

All of a sudden, a pair of hands came out from nowhere and began massaging her
breasts. It was joined by a voice. "What else did you find out, lover girl?"

"Hey... what the...?" she broke the hold and quickly turned around. There was
Katie.

"Well?" Katie raised an eyebrow. "That's the closest you've been to her."
Katie began to move in close, and guided her hands to her chest and began
coercing them into a massage.

"Nothing," Lisa replied as she started getting in to the massage.

"NOTHING!" she yelled. "I wanted something juicy on Miss Heifer Thighs." She
pushed her away and stormed off. "I better have something by
Monday-Close-Of-Business or else."

But Katie decided to do some snooping on her own.

Friday night, she stayed hidden in the bushes as she watched Vickie on the
front porch talking with her folks.

"...Okay now, Pumpkin, be good and try not to wreck the house," her father
said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Yes, Daddy," she answered.

"You know where we'll be if you need us," her mother added, giving her a kiss.

"Yes Momma, I'm a Junior in high school," she rolled her eyes, "I think I can
handle myself."

"Okay... well, we'll be back late Sunday night. Bye." They got in the car and
drove off.

Katie was getting bored watching this when, 'RIPPP!' The early evening sky
resounded with the tearing of Vickie's shirt from the back. As Vickie turned
to look at the tear, Katie's eyes got wide. "Oh my God!" The open blouse
revealed an extremely muscular back. "I gotta see more," and made her way to
the side door and snuck in.

Vickie, on the other hand, scratched her head. "GEEZ!" she groaned. "Well,
might as well finish it off," and walked into the house heading for the
basement. Katie followed as closely as she could without being caught and, as
Vickie turned on the light to the basement, her eyes again went wide as she
looked on.

"Wow!" she whispered, "the girls have to find out about this."

"I don't think so, KATHERINE!" Katie didn't answer; all she did was turn
around to see a very angry Vickie looking at her.

"Now wait a minute, Vick," she said as she got caught, "it's... it's not what
you think," and she inched her way to the door.

Vickie sidestepped in front of the door. "Now you're coming with me and watch
a real woman in action." Effortlessly, Vickie flexed, her muscles bursting
through her shirt, sending shards of cloth at Katie. "And I even haven't
broken a sweat yet."

"You're a hairless gorilla! Stay away from me!" Katie said as she scooted
around Vickie and spiderwalked up the stairs to the door and scurried out.

Vickie wiped her hands, chuckling, "Well, she won't be back," and walked down
into the basement to workout.

All morning long Saturday, Vickie laughed about what went on Friday evening as
she went about doing some cleaning and her workout. Later that afternoon, her
thoughts turned to Lisa. About 6:30, there was a knock at the door. Vickie,
wearing a pair of Spandex and a fairly form fitting flannel shirt, said,
"Lisa, umm, come on in."

"Sorry I'm late," she said, "But I stopped by Guiseppi's when I left the gym
and got a couple of pizzas. Hope you're hungry."

Vickie took the pizzas and set them down and grabbed Lisa. "Famished," she
said, kissing her desirably.

"Uh, Vickie," she voiced trying to catch her breath, "I meant for some pizza."

"Huh...? Oh yeah!" she said, composing herself the best she could. "I thought
you meant something else."

'Wow,' she thought, 'that's part of her secret, she's a nymphomaniac.'

After eating with little or no small talk, Lisa spoke up. "I hear you really
like sports..."

"I've done a little track and field... sort of... and work out, kind of, in
the off season," she answered back nervously, teasing a few strands of hair.

"Rumors at school have been going around school that..." Lisa stopped,
"...er," she worked on changing the subject, but to no avail.

Vickie sat straight up, squared her shoulders and got a mean look on her face.
"What rumors?" she asked, crossing her arms. Lisa explained (as best she
could) about what was started when she came to St. Ursula's and how it was
built up to her being a hyped-up steroid queen or other illogical
personification. "So, what you're... what THEY'RE saying is, because I'm big,
because I took on the varsity quarterback, and because I beat up her bitch
cheerleader friend, I'm some type of monster?" Lisa nodded her head. "Do YOU
believe it, Lisa?" she asked sincerely. Lisa shook her head no.

"I do have a confession to make," she said nervously, fidgeting back and
forth, "I've kind of fallen for you and your muscles," then she paused. "When
I first heard about the incident on the practice field and in the girls'
locker room, and saw your arms rise as you stretched in detention that day, I
said to myself, I gotta get to know her."

Vickie smiled and flexed a relaxed arm. "You mean because of these little ole
things, you wanted to get to know me?" Lisa didn't say a word, she just nodded
again, watching her large upper arm fill her sleeve.

"I'd also like to," Lisa paused to clear her throat, "to test your feminine
strength." Vickie looked puzzled. "What I mean is, would you arm wrestle me?"

Vickie laughed. "Even after what I did to whatzisname?" Lisa smiled and
consented. "Well, okay, but not up here," she said smiling. "We'll go down to
my gym in the basement. I'll clean up here," she added, "and you can go
downstairs and pump up those arms of yours." She kissed her on the cheek and
started picking up. "The basement door's over there and the lights are at the
base of the stairs."

Lisa made her way down the basement stairs and flipped on the lights, "Oh my
gawd... wow!" she was fascinated by the amount of weights she found. she
grabbed an old fashioned dumbbell, like the type you'd find at a carnival side
show. It was heavy and she could only do several alternate arm curls.

"Be very careful," came a warning voice, "those belonged to my
great-grandmother."

"Your, your great-grandmother?" Lisa asked as she put it down.

"Yeah, she was a strongwoman in a carnival for years," Vickie explained. "Mom
said that my strength was handed down from her." Vickie began rolling up her
sleeves a quarter of the way. "Well, it's crude, but how do you like my gym?"
Lisa didn't say much as her mind was set on the muscular lass walking towards
her.

"I have an idea," she stopped in front of her. "Let's make this interesting,"
she said, grabbing her front shirt tales. "If I win, you stay the night and
swear to secrecy."

"And if I win, Miss Cocky?" Lisa confidently asked.

"You can blab to Katie about what you've seen here tonight. But you know
what..." Vickie paused long enough to square off her shoulders once more, took
a deep breath, and caused her large breasts to swell and burst several buttons
on her shirt. She grabbed the open space, pulling it open more, exposing her
striated pectoral and deep cleavage. "...I've never lost." She grabbed Lisa by
the hands and put them on each of her mounds and squeezed them tight, then
kissed her. "Do we have an agreement?"

Lisa just stood there for a minute before answering. Moving back, she flexed
an arm. she smiled as a rather large and fearsome looking bicep rose, nearly
ripping the seam to her sleeve, then looked at Vickie who was hot with
passion. "All right," she said, "you're on." Then she added, "I don't really
care if those wimps ever find out about this."

"One more thing, sweetie," Vickie said as they faced each other on the mat, "I
like the top," and extended her right arm at the elbow.

"We can DO this!" Lisa answered back as she put out her left arm.

As they lay on the mat, they grasped hands, but Vickie began to slowly move
her hand down her muscular forearm and up to her hard bicep, squeezing it like
a schoolgirl. She then reached over and gave her a light peck on the cheek.
"That was for good luck," she whispered. "You're going to need it," then got
back into her original position.

Their hands tightly clasped, Lisa spoke up. "So no one can take advantage of
the other," Lisa confidently said, sure of the win, "we both count to three
together, okay?"

"Sure," Vickie answered, "we can DO this," and they both began to count.

"One..." muscles began to tense, "...Two," eyes narrowed as they began
concentrating, locking hands turn into steel-like vises, "...THREE!" The
contest begins as both parties seem to be equally matched. Lisa was surprised
at the stamina Vickie showed, but every now and then she caught her looking at
her upper arm, swelling more as she applied.

"Hey," Vickie grunted, "You ARE as strong as you look," noticing that her
bicep began morphing from a round softball into a split mountain of carved
muscle and veins, peaking above her shoulder as she applied pressure.

"Thanks," she replied, "you're not bad yourself," realizing that her arm
barely twinged as she held it. 'Man' she thought to herself, 'just how strong
is she? Something better happen soon, I'm starting to cramp.' Just then, her
arm began to move down, backwards. As Lisa poured on the strength, she spoke
up confidently, "Looks like we might just have a winner, here."

"Not quite," Vickie hissed, "watch this one." She stopped her arm just shy of
hitting the mat, and with a forward motion began inching Lisa's arm up. As
this happened, Lisa heard a noise and became aware of Vickie's perspiration
drenched sleeve beginning to rip. It tore neatly down to the elbow and
stopped, showing off her well defined etched forearm. Then as quickly as she
started she stopped, and Lisa started moving again, but just as before, when
she had her arm almost pinned, she reversed the motion, and started it back on
an upwards trek. This time she noticed a bulge beginning to grow in her upper
arm. As it grew, it not only took on size but definition. As this was
happening, she glanced up at Vickie's face. Its expression was one of
determination and of immense anguish as tears began to form in her eyes. "I...
CAN... DO... THIS!" she shouted as her own gorged bicep erupted through the
cotton sleeve with a vein the size of a steel cord forcing its way to the
surface, tearing the rest of the flannel sleeve up to the shoulder, violently
coercing forged striated muscles, veins, and capillaries to surface. Then with
one final burst of strength, Vickie took Lisa's arm and slammed it to the mat.

Lisa quickly let go, rolled over on her back and sat up on her knees rubbing
her sore arm, "Vickie," she said excitedly as she turned to face her, "that
was gr..." she stopped mid-word and watched with apprehension as her opponent
rose to her knees crying. "Vickie?" she asked, worried that something had gone
awry, "Are you okay?"

Vickie looked at her and pushed her back. With all the strength she could
muster, and a look on her face of sheer will, Vickie brought her arms down
parallel, and at the same time flexed her biceps with all her might! The
girl's biceps leapt up from her arms with such force, that not only her other
sleeve tore with a resounding rip, a loud groan came out of her mouth. Two of
the most fantastic female biceps anyone had ever seen were jutting from the
tops of her arms. They looked like twin curling stones, with half Ping-Pong
balls on top!!! The veins were bulging like large cords, with connecting
smaller spider web like ones all across the huge masses of unbelievable
muscle!!! She held the flex so long that the veins in her neck bulged, and her
face was beet-red. Her chest became one huge set of muscle as her shirt
relinquished itself to an astonishing wall of abdominal muscle held in by
Lycra-Spandex tights. The muscles are so thick and dense, that when she tried
to catch her breath she popped the three snaps, exposing them. Then she let
out a huge breath, relaxed, and said, "I CAN-DO-THIS." Her eyes were
watering... she was crying, "There... There's my secret."

Lisa moved over to her, hugged her (carefully), and gently put her hand under
her chin, raised it, and kissed her gently on the lips. "I don't care," she
said quietly. "To Hell with all the rumors."

"Do you really mean that?" she sniffled, wiping away a tear. "You're not going
to leave and blab to anyone?"

"No," she said tenderly as they both stood up. "Even if I won, I wouldn't have
anyway." Then she kissed her and the two kids walked upstairs.

By the time they both had reached the top of the basement stairs, Vickie had
managed to stop crying and to tie a knot in her open shirt. "Look, Lisa," she
sniffled, clearing her throat, "After what just happened and what you just
saw, you don't have to stay if you don't want to," and she cast her eyes
downward sorrowfully. "Most kids don't like being around girls with muscles,"
she sniffled again and flexed her full bicep.

"It's fine," Lisa said softly, picking up her quivering chin. "Besides" she
said taking a step back, "these have gotten me into too much trouble." she
began to flex her upper body again, but this time her andreneline gorged
muscles ripped and expanded every seam on her t-shirt sending material all
over. her straining muscles began to stir something in Vickie. As she watched
her, her breathing became shallow and seductive. She pulled back her shirt a
bit and cupped one of her large breasts, rubbing it, causing her nipples to
grow hard. As she took off the shredded t-shirt and relaxed her pump, she
looked up and saw Vickie bringing her shirt over her immense breast trying to
hide her aroused nipple.

"Lisa," she said enticingly, "I want you." She grabbed her body and
shamelessly brought her in close to her and kissed her desirably. When they
finally came up for air, she put a finger to her lips and motioned her into
the den. "You sit down, and I'll be right back," and darted from the room.

Lisa in the meantime noticed a pain in her right arm and spotted a bruise
between her bicep and tricep. 'Wow,' she thought, 'I really must've pulled
something.' "Hey Vickie," she called out, "do you happen to have..."

"Have what?" Vickie said as she stood in the door of the den.

"Wow!" Lisa looked up and saw her standing their in an extremely tight fitting
lace teddy. "Oh no-nothing."

"Well, like what you see?" she said as she walked over to her, her leg muscles
erupting with power. "It's a little small but it still is comfortable, " she
cooed, then added with a giggle, "Would you believe it, I bought it at a
"Victoria's Secret" a few years back." She pulled her up into her own body
and, as she wrapped her left arm around her thighs, she casually flexed her
other arm, causing her bicep to grow thick and vascular in front of her face.
"Go ahead, touch it," she tightened the muscle more, causing it to swell
again, "Feel it. Amazing, huh?"

"Incredible!" Lisa dryly said as she caressed her bulging arm with one arm and
explored other parts of her body with the other. By this time, she began
grinding herself in to her already hardening nipples, as she now worked both
hands up and over to her excited chest.

She thought she would climax then and there. She arched her massive back and
asked, "Could you rub my back for me?"

All Lisa could say was 'sure,' and they walked into the guest bedroom where
Vickie lay on her stomach, showing off the mountains and valleys of her
muscular backside. Laying there for a couple of minutes, she got up on her
forearms and twisted slightly, looking at Lisa. "Well, come on, babe, I don't
bite..." she said as she straddled her middle back, "...much," she whispered.

Lisa began to rub her massive shoulders and slowly worked her way down her
back. 'My God,' she thought as her breath came out in shallow pants, 'her back
is so thick and so warm.' As she rubbed, she began to slowly move down her
back until her hot crotch met her steel hard but warm glutes.

She then rolled over and smiled. "Mmmm, that felt so good," as she grabbed her
hand to her waiting breasts and began them rubbing. "But remember what I told
you?" she asked as she moved her hands up her thick arms and down her chest,
undoing the jeans' rivet around her waist and unzipping her pants down,
unleashing her bulging member, then moved her hands up again to her chest and
pushed her over. "If I'd win, I'm on top." She began to kiss her lightly. "I
won, so I'm on top."

Lisa just smiled and said, "I can do this."

Later, Lisa was completely flabbergasted by Vickie's muscle control. she felt
like a ragdoll as she ground into her, pulling her as she rolled her hips.
Right as she feels she's being pulled apart at the seams, she nears her own
climatic orgasm. she not only hears herself as she climaxes, she hears her low
growls as she reaches her own. "WE... CAN... DO... THIS!" Vickie shouts,
arching her back, causing her muscle control to go wild as her top splits all
the way open.

As they both just lay there coming down from their high, Vickie reaches over
her lover, turns out the lights and snuggles close to her.

***

Sunday, Lisa was up with the sun. she looked over at the sleeping Vickie, got
up out of bed, put on her pants and shoes, and grabbed her outer shirt. While
putting it on, she bent over and gave Vickie a peck on the cheek. She mumbled
and rolled over and she left. As she quietly closed the door and walked home,
Lisa didn't know that she was seen by none other than Katie on her way to
early church. She stopped, looked and smiled, continuing on her way.

***

Monday, newer and ruder rumors were flying all over school about what REALLY
happened at Vickie's house Saturday night. Lisa caught up with a very angry
Vickie. "Vickie, I swear," she pleads, "I didn't say anything to anybody, I
left Sunday morning, got home, showered, and went to work. Honestly!"

"Well, someone saw you leave," she said quietly and crossly. "Unless," she
cocked one eyebrow and, smiling, walked over to Lisa. "Are you thinking what
I'm thinking?" she asked. Lisa responded with

only a puzzled look. "No, I never did tell you about the visitor I had Friday
night after the folks left, did I?"

"Katie," Lisa said, exasperated. Clenching her fist, she angrily states, "When
I get my hands on her I'll..."

"You'll do nothing of the sort," Vickie scolded, "I'll take care of it." She
grins and flexes her large mountain of muscle.

"You're not... you're not gonna hurt her," Lisa said looking concerned

"NO!" Vickie said. "Just relax and I'll take care of it. "This needs a
delicate touch." Vickie found out where Katie was and headed down the hall.

All the buzzing in the gym stopped as Vickie, in a school gym suit, walked
into class late. Sr. Helen was not only the cheerleading coach but also on the
coaching staff. "Well, young lady, do you have an excuse?"

"No, ma'am," Vickie grinned.

"Uhhh... Huh," nodded the petite but rather athletic nun, more than a little
cynical. "All right, this is Play Day, girls. You can use anything in the gym
or the weight room," she paused and looked at Vickie. "And no trouble, DO I
MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, LADIES"

"YES, SISTER," the class shouted in unison.

Vickie managed to sneak out and into the weight room where she spied her
quandary benching about 200 lbs. showing off in front of some lower classmen.
"You know, girls, that when you develop a body like this... Thirteen...
Fourteeen... Fiffteeen... you..."

"You what, Katie?" Vickie asks. "Girls, this demonstration of size is over."
Gasps could be heard as Vickie rolled up her sleeves and showed her large
biceps and triceps. "I need to talk to your

'instructor' in peace."

When Katie heard this, she savagely grabbed the closest freshman and shouted,
"Go get Sister Helen," as she nervously watched Vickie shoo out the rest of
the girls. "She's gonna kill me."

"Yes, go get her," Vickie said as she unsnapped her jumper showing off her
muscular chest and deep intimidating cleavage, "And please, close the door."

As the door closed, Katie turned anxiously towards Vickie. "Vickie," she
squeaked. "What's up?"

"Oh nothing," Vickie said as she grabbed a dumbbell and started curling, her
large arm looking menacing, "but we need to talk," she said as she dropped the
weight.

A couple of minutes later, a concerned Sr. Helen came as Vickie was leaving
the weight room, "All right, young lady, I didn't hear any noise, what
happened in there?"

"Nothing, Sister," Vickie said innocently and opened the door. There was Katie
sitting quietly on the weight bench smiling, "Just a little friendly
girl-to-girl stuff."

Sister Helen walked into the weightroom. As Vickie was leaving for the locker
room, she was met by a very cross Lisa. "Lisa!" Vickie defensively said,
"Nothing happened, honestly!"

"Explain nothing," she retorted.

"Well," Vickie started explaining "We sorta came to an agreement..."

"And that was?" Lisa motioned to her to continue.

"...And that was," Vickie paused, "that she'd stop all the vicious rumors,
past, present, and future, that's all," and she smiled.

Lisa scratched her head, "OOOkiedokie." Then changing the subject, just
slightly, she said, "You'd better get changed. This is the last Monday of your
detention, and you don't wanna make Sister Whatzername mad." she started to
laugh, "You might get detention."

Vickie began laughing, "Okay, babe, we can DO this," and left walked into the
girls locker room.

The End