KC
by Anon
Chapter Two


Katie enjoyed winter for a lot of reasons: Her vacation, the clear night air;
and another being that during the winter she could really let herself go crazy
with her weights. After college Katie had kept up with her weight lifting, and
she was proud of how big her arms were. For her, bigger was better. But Gayle,
her personal trainer, was right about her tendency to look "bulky," and
admonished her that she couldn't very well go on the air in short sleeves with
"big man arms."

So, during the spring and summer, Katie reluctantly cut down on her lifting.

But "bulky" didn't matter during the winter when Katie typically wore
conservative, loose cut, dark suits. And so, each winter she held a contest
with herself to see just how large she could make her arms before spring
rolled around again. Her goal was to gain a half inch over the previous year's
bicep measurement, and so far she had managed to break her own record every
time.

Katie walked over the weight rack and picked up the cloth measuring tape. She
knew just what to do. Holding it midway in her teeth, she pumped up one bicep
to full size again, and then stretched the tape around it. Pulling it tight
with a tug of her jaw, she felt a tingle of pride when the little brass cap at
the end of the tape touched the 17 inch line. It was her best yet!

Ever since she started working at the station her fans knew that Katie liked
to be fit. At first the producers thought this was great. It worked right in
with the health fad that was sweeping the country at the time. They encouraged
her to wear clothing that accentuated her trim body; a couple of times they
worked it into the show for one of the men to make an appreciative comment.
Once, on a staged dare, she pulled up her sleeve and made a muscle. Even
though it was staged, she didn't think that the surprised look on her
co-host's face was.

That holiday season they went so far as to give her a gag "strong woman"
outfit. She was gracious enough to try it on, although of course she looked
appropriately embarrassed about all the attention. The outfit left her arms
bare and she did take advantage to show her muscularity. After all, she was
proud of her body, and obviously her audience enjoyed it too.

The whole physique thing peaked that summer when she was booked on one of the
daytime entertainment talk shows. She had lunch beforehand with her friend
Rosie, and the two of them both had a couple of glasses of white wine as they
giggled over past escapades. That afternoon, the show opened with Katie
dressed in a goofy princess outfit.

It was supposed to mock how some people had accused her of being too demanding
in recent salary negotiations. The outfit was sleeveless and Katie noticed
that Rosie gave her arms the once-over more than once. Katie made sure the
audience noticed too by nonchalantly curling her arms in front of her a couple
of times.

After the skit Katie changed back into her regular clothes and then returned
for an interview. As was typical of Rosie she touched on a variety of
far-flung topics, and then launched into how she had just seen some late night
T.V. muscleman contest.

Turning to Katie, she waved an arm at her while advising the audience in a
loud boisterous voice that, "Hey, you guys. You see Katie on TV the other
morning? Let me tell you, those men last night had nothing on this girl!"

Katie had worn a short sleeve blouse recently during a taped interview she had
made in Florida.

Soon Rose was egging her audience on.

"I mean, come on, people! Didn't anyone else notice the arms on our little
princess here?"

The audience, mostly women, were clapping and yelling out encouragement.

Turning back to Katie again with a big grin, Rosie boomed, "Com'on, girl,
let's show those men what a real muscle looks like!"

The audience roared their approval. Katie feigned embarrassment, but finally,
with a look of consternation, she started to pull off her pink suit coat. She
felt her arm muscles jump to attention.

Rosie's eyes widened, but she didn't miss a beat.

"Whoa, yeah! How about that, people?"

The audience cheered and clapped loudly. Katie smiled demurely.

"Oh, really, Rosie, you're just too much! I'm probably just like many other
women out there in your audience. It seems like my fat goes straight to my
arms. I try so darn hard to keep it off, but it's a losing battle. I mean,
would you look at this? "

The audience was howling as Katie nonchalantly raised her arms. Her biceps
instantly doubled in size.

Rosie's eyes went round.

"Whoosh! Hey, Katie, with guns like those you could make those guys at the
network give you anything you wanted!"

The audience howled at Rosie's quick wit. Katie had to laugh too.

"Oh, Rosie, you're embarrassing me! If anything, I'm just kind of chunky."

Rosie started working on the audience again.

"Com'on, ladies, let's get Katie to give us a show!"

The audience was hooting and clapping wildly.

"Com'on, Katie, you've seen those guys on TV before! Throw us a pose or two!"

Katie was having fun now. The wine was helping too. She made a face and
stretched her arms out to her sides at shoulder height.

"You mean like this?"

She turned her hands up and began to slowly curl her forearms inward.

"And this?"

Katie squeezed her hands into tight fists and felt her biceps swell. The
mostly female audience shrieked with delight. Rosie just shook her head in
disbelief.

Katie felt her face flush with excitement and pride. She rolled her eyes and
shrugged her shoulders like her couldn't understand what all the fuss was
about. But then she pulled her forearms in tight toward her shoulders, making
her biceps peak sharply under her smooth skin.

After all, it was all for fun.

Rose leaned over and squeezed one of Katie's muscles.

"Good God! Girls, this thing is as hard as a rock! I mean, look at it! It's as
big as a dang softball!"

Katie just smiled and flexed her arms again. Then to the whoops of the studio
audience she slowly twisted her wrists back and forth, making her thick biceps
roll and bounce. Rosie's jaw dropped and her eyes looked like they were going
to pop right out of her head!

The next day she was called into the producer's office after her show. He'd
only been there a week, but she knew of his conservative reputation at his
previous station. He was polite, but direct, and it was obvious that he wasn't
very happy about her appearance yesterday with Rosie.

"Not ladylike" he had said. "Too muscular."

His comments made her mad, but there wasn't much she could do if she wanted to
keep on working. As she left his office in a huff she thought to herself,
"Hmmpf! No one complains when Oprah shows off on her show! How about that
outfit she wore when she got that award last week? Those big guns had to be at
least13 inches!"

Even though the producer had made her cover up her arms, there was still an
opportunity or two to please her audience, as well as herself.

Like the time they had her sky dive onto the show.

Katie was pleased as she watched the tape afterwards and saw how nice her arms
looked. She had worn the pink, sleeveless top just for that very purpose.

Even more recently she had appeared on an ET television special. Katie figured
she could wear whatever she wanted since she wasn't representing her network.
And, what she wanted to wear was her red dress. The tight, sleeveless red
dress.

When she walked on stage that evening she was met with whistles and cheers.
She pretended like there was nothing to notice, and calmly walked up to the
podium to introduce the show. But Katie knew what the whistles and cheers were
about. They were about her sleeveless red dress. Grabbing nonchalantly onto
the edges of the podium, she felt her big biceps lurch hard. There were
'ooohs' and 'ahhhs' from the audience and some admiring whistles.

Katie still pretended not to notice. It was a fun atmosphere, and she was
enjoying herself. By now there were several female voices calling to her from
the crowded audience.

"Com'on, Katie! Make a muscle! Show us your guns!"

The rest of the crowd started to cheer in encouragement.

Katie looked up and smiled demurely. With a wink she scolded her hecklers.

"Com'on now, you guys! You're holding up the show. It's not me you're here to
see."

The clamor of the crowd said otherwise. Finally, the show's host stepped out
onstage. He had a big smile on his face.

"Well, Katie, I think the audience has spoken! I'm afraid if you don't give
them what they want, we'll never get on with the rest of the show."

Katie rolled her eyes in mock frustration.

"Well, okay, but this is awfully embarrassing!"

Still wearing her signature smirk, Katie lifted her arms and squeezed up her
massive sixteen inch biceps. The audience shrieked and cheered loudly. She
couldn't help but feel smug from all the attention she was getting.

Katie twisted her wrists and felt her big mounds of hard muscle swell to full
size. She could hear gasps of surprise from some of the audience.

"My god! She's huge! Those arms are monstrous! You go, Katie!"

Most of the comments were from women. Katie liked that.

Katie took her time and savored the crowd's reaction to her muscles. It was
the first time she'd unveiled her sixteen-inchers, and she was enjoying every
second of it.

chapter one - 09/22/03