Bonnie Biceps
by Shamus


The first time Curtis laid eyes on Bonnie, he knew she was something special.
Sure, she was outrageously beautiful despite looking barely old enough to be
in college. Her eyes were an iridescent blue and she had the cutest
button-nose. And yes, it looked like she might have a phenomenal chest,
although the winter and in particular her clothes never revealed much of her
figure. No, there was something else about Bonnie that made Curtis look the
way he did at her, something more ephemeral. Her skin, light and creamy,
seemed almost to glow, giving her an aura of supernatural vitality and health.

Curtis was ecstatic when she sat down next to him on the first day of class,
even if he wasn't sure precisely what it was that drew him to her. He was even
more thrilled when she laughed at his cracks and positively over-the-moon when
she sat next to him on the second day of class. Curtis struck up another
conversation with the beautiful young woman that day and that had apparently
sealed the deal: Bonnie and Curtis were soon hanging out together after class,
though only at school.

Bonnie and Curtis spent more time together as the Winter semester wore on and
his attraction to her grew with time. Bonnie was a warm, friendly girl who
shared many of his interests. She even seemed to enjoy the time they spent
together as much as he did, though he was far too nervous to act on his
interest. So, on they went, hanging out more and more.

As the (admittedly slight) chill of the Florida January gave way to the more
moderate weather of February, he began to get a better impression of the
figure she seemed to almost take pains to hide. His particular favorite outfit
for her was the three-quarter-sleeved tee shirt she wore to class. Although it
looked like it was intended for a girl a few inches taller than her in some
ways, she filled it out quite nicely. Extremely nicely, as a matter of fact.
The image across her chest, a Tampa Bay Lightning logo, was badly distended
vertically, so much so that it became an oval. The cause of this distortion,
her incredibly prominent chest that he'd never really glimpsed before, also
ate up most of the material intended to cover her waist.

Once he'd seen her waist, though, he wondered why anyone would ever want to
cover it up. It was small, almost disproportionately so in relation to her
gigantic chest, perhaps even smaller that the quintessential 24 inches. Her
stomach was nicely defined and showed definite signs of a six-pack. In all
honesty, Curtis thought that if someone had shot Bonnie in the stomach, the
bullet would have ricocheted off.

Something interesting happened, though, when Curtis mentioned to Bonnie, upon
seeing the outfit she was wearing, that she looked like she worked out. She
replied, "I like to stay in shape." Then Bonnie raised her right arm in a soft
flex that filled the sleeve of her jean jacket to the point where it looked
like her arm was going to tear through the sleeve. She seemed to realize this
very quickly and lowered her arm, but Curtis was finally able to put his
finger on what it was that made her stand out the way she did: she had to be
very muscular. Her body exuded a preternatural power that he was drawn to and
at the same time, she was soft, feminine and beautiful.

Curtis and Bonnie had decided several weeks earlier to study together and
their first exam of the semester was to take place tomorrow. He invited her to
his apartment and, much to his delight, she turned up a little early. Bonnie
was wearing a long-sleeed tee shirt that was similarly styled to the Lightning
shirt she'd worn the other day. He found the message on her chest "Stop
staring at my boobs (Touch them)," both incredibly amusing and inviting. It
was even more distended than the Lightning shirt. Being that she was only 18,
Curtis guessed it was bought when she was a bit less developed. Standing in
front of him now, Bonnie was a spectacularly built teenager, a blinding
depiction of health and youth.

As amazingly as Bonnie's enormous chest filled out the front of her tee shirt,
her biceps did at least as good a job filling up her sleeves. The same could
be said of her jeans, which appeared to be designed to be baggy but were in
fact quite tight around her thighs and calves. She was truly a sight to
behold.

They exchanged their now-customary hug, Curtis enraptured by the feeling of
her enormous breasts against his chest. Only this time, Bonnie leaned in and
kissed him on the cheek. Curtis immediately became flushed and aroused at the
turn of events. Despite his efforts to hide his feelings, Bonnie noticed what
was happening and smiled.

"Come on in," Curtis said, holding his arm out in a welcoming manner. "Can I
take your books?"

"Oh, thanks, Curtis. You're such a gentleman," she replied, handing her
backpack to Curtis nonchalantly with one hand. When the weight had transferred
out of her hand and into Curtis's, he immediately dropped the bag to the
ground. He took the strap in both hands and was still barely able to get it
off the floor. He scooted the backpack to the coffee table where Bonnie, upon
seeing the trouble he was having with her backpack, took the bag in her left
hand.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said, easily lifting the bag with just
one arm. "Today's my 'heavy' day," she said, holding the bag completely in one
arm while opening it up and pulling her history text out with the other.

"Yeah, well, you don't seem to be having too much trouble with it," said
Curtis, getting tired just from watching her handle the overloaded book bag
without effort.

Bonnie blushed slightly. "Well, I told you I like to stay in shape. Besides, I
think I'm just used to the weight."

Bonnie set up their study area as Curtis went into the kitchen. "What would
you like to drink?" he called. "I got iced tea, water, o.j. ... "

"Water'll be fine," came her voice, from awfully close by, thought Curtis.
When he turned around, she was right there next to him. He nearly jumped out
of his shoes.

"Gahh! You snuck up on me."

"Sorry."

He looked again at Bonnie, trying to fully take-in her upper body and the
shirt struggling to contain it. "So, should I do as the shirt says?" he asked,
having no idea where that question came from.

"Huh? Oh!" said Bonnie and burst into a self-conscious laughter as she looked
down and read what it said. "I forgot I was wearing this silly thing! My best
friend got this for me for my birthday. I think it's getting a little tight. I
made one little comment about guys doing nothing but staring at my arms and
this is what I get."

"Well, it looks like it fits just fine to me. Besides, who's going to stare at
those spindly little arms?" said Curtis, gesturing at her straining sleeves.

Bonnie giggled a little more. "Come on, you've gotta admit, they are a bit
large. Anyway, um, if we ace this exam, I suppose you may."

Curtis kind of looked at her off-kilter and almost asked if she was serious,
but immediately thought the better of it. Bonnie just giggled some and went
back to the couch.

Bonnie and Curtis studied their notes and books for nearly an hour, Curtis
stealing glances at Bonnie from time to time. For her part, Bonnie was rather
enjoying the attention she was getting from her partner. Still, she decided to
have a little fun with Curtis.

"I see you staring at my arm," said Bonnie, bouncing her bicep slightly.

Curtis was compelled to acknowledge this, but decided to play her at her game.
"No, I swear, I was staring at your boobs!"

"Not even a little bit at my arm?" asked Bonnie alluringly, clenching and
unclenching her fist a few times to pump her bicep up a bit. She was becoming
intrigued by the fact that, although she could tell Curtis really was looking
at her arm, he didn't seem to be put off by its size. Bonnie noted this as a
promising sign.

"Well, you sorta busted me. Although it's only because I was wondering how an
arm that belonged on a 10-year-old girl could lift a hundred-pound book bag
like that," he said with a smug grin.

"Maybe you're just a big wimp," replied Bonnie. "Besides, there's no way that
weighs a hundred. 50 pounds max." She was beginning to enjoy this playful
joust.

"Wanna weigh it? Bet it's at least 95 pounds."

"You're on."

They loaded the backpack back to capacity and set it on Curtis's bathroom
scale. Sure enough, it came out to 97 pounds and change.

"There! What do I win?" asked Curtis.

"We didn't bet on it. Besides, I don't have any money."

"I didn't say I wanted money," he said with a Cheshire-cat smile. "How about a
kiss?"

"Oh, you think it's that easy, do you? All right, tell you what: I'll give you
a kiss on the cheek," she said and made good on the spot. Curtis quickly
turned and she hit his lips. "Hey! That's not fair!"

"I never said anything about fair."

"You think you're slick, don't you?" she said, a big, telling smile on her
face.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm slick."

They sat back down on the couch and Curtis started pulling his books back out.

"Hey, I've got an idea," said Bonnie, holding his arm to keep him from getting
any more books out. "Why don't we watch the Lightning game. I think we've
studied enough."

"What, are you kidding? This exam's a third of our grade."

"I know. But I've got a really good study partner. Besides, this is for the
conference lead. C'mon."

"Why don't we armwrestle for it," said Curtis, who had become intrigued by
both the size and obvious strength contained in her powerful arms. "I get to
use both arms, though," he added, figuring that would even the playing field.

"Sounds as fair as the kiss," Bonnie answered.

Her quick acceptance of his of his conditions as well as her response in
general worried Curtis. For a moment he thought he might not be able to defeat
her even with both arms, but he quickly figured she was just posturing.

Bonnie placed her elbow on the coffee table and flexed a couple times partly
to intimidate her opponent and partly to see his reaction. She was happily
surprised to discover that, unless she was completely misreading him, Curtis
seemed to be getting at least slightly aroused.

Curtis placed both of his arms on the table and easily contained her one small
hand in both of his. "You call it," he said to his opponent.

"Ready? Go!"

Quickly, Curtis started pouring on as much strength as possible. He pushed
with all the might he could muster but found himself getting nowhere quickly.
Bonnie just sat across from him with her radiant blue eyes and warm, sunny
smile, head cocked slightly to the right.

"I said go, right?" she asked facetiously.

Curtis pushed and pushed, turning bright red with effort but met with
absolutely no success in the contest. He hadn't even moved Bonnie's arm from
the start position. She was overpowering both his arms with just her one and
doing it with frightening ease.

Bonnie saw the strain in his face and became a bit worried. "Don't blow a
gasket, Curtis. Here." She began lowering his arms slowly, methodically to the
table with as much ease as she'd earlier held him in position.

"How did you""I mean, that was""well, at least now I know how you can carry
around a hundred-pound backpack."

Bonnie giggled. "I'm just glad you haven't run out of the apartment screaming
yet."

"Well, this is my apartment."

"You know what I mean."

Curtis gave her a look of puzzlement and intrigue. "Um, actually, I don't
think I do."

"It's just that, well, most times when I've beaten a guy at armwrestling or
some other thing involving strength, he couldn't get away fast enough. You're
really not put off by that?"

"No. I mean, maybe I'm weird, but I actually think it's kind of sexy. And,
it's not like you look like a dude or anything. Actually, I feel bad for any
guy that's run from you. You're really, like, one of the most beautiful girls
I've ever met."

"Really? Even with these huge, bulgy arms and everything?"

"They go very nicely with your huge, bulgy chest." Bonnie giggled as Curtis
went on. "Besides, there are so many other areas to look at. Your lips, your
deep blue eyes; your skin is flawless and you have such a beautiful smile"""

"Okay, okay, I get it," said Bonnie, turning a bright shade of red but
giggling at the same time. "You don't have to embarrass me."

"I'm just sayin' ... "

They turned their attention to the hockey game and became engrossed in the
action. About midway through the first period, Bonnie told Curtis she was
getting a little chilly.

"Oh, sorry. I always keep it cold in here. Want me to turn up the heat?"

"Oh, no. That's okay," said Bonnie, scooting over towards Curtis, hoping he
would take the hint.

Curtis didn't immediately put it all together, though he enjoyed having Bonnie
cuddled up next to him on the couch. After a minute or two, however, he
figured something was up and draped his arm over her broad, muscled shoulders.
Almost immediately he was entranced by her thick, powerful build. With her ear
to his chest, Bonnie could hear Curtis's heartbeat become quicker as he ran
his hand down her bulging upper arm. She began clenching and unclenching her
fist tightly, bunching and relaxing her bicep, listening to Curtis's heartbeat
intensify as he felt the latent power underneath her sleeve.

"So," said Curtis, beginning to struggle to find his breath. "Uh, how did you,
um, if you don't mind my asking, uh, get to be so, um, you know, big and
strong?"

"Well, really good genes, for one. Also, my body only produces about 5 percent
of the myostatin it's supposed to, so my muscles are naturally bigger and
denser than normal. Plus, I really enjoy working out and getting stronger,
only it's becoming pretty tough to find heavy enough weights."

"Well, you could always use cars and stuff," Curtis said.

Bonnie giggled nervously. "Um, yeah, I suppose."

"Do you play any sports or anything? I mean, I'd think you could get a full
ride to college playing softball or something."

"I could never quite get the whole hand-eye coordination enough to play
softball. I actually used to play football when I was younger. The older boys
didn't care so much for a girl on their team, though. Then, when I was 13, I
threw a stiff-arm that accidentally hit a guy's facemask so hard it dented the
bars. My dad took me out of sports then."

"You dented a kid's facemask when you were 13? Jesus, that must've been some
hit."

"Yeah, I guess it was. Thankfully, he didn't get hurt. I mean, I was awfully
strong even back then and I guess I didn't realize how much stronger than the
boys I was. They we're all 16 and 17, you know, so I thought they were pretty
tough. I guess I hurt a couple guys," she said with a hint of sadness in her
voice.

"Well, it's not your fault you were playing with wimps," replied Curtis,
becoming more and more intrigued by the young woman at his side.

"Anyway, I was a little disappointed that Dad took me out of sports, so I just
decided to concentrate on getting as strong as I could. And I got really,
really strong."

"I've noticed."

When the time expired on the period, Curtis talked Bonnie into studying for
the exam a little more, though even he had to admit she had an extremely good
grip on the material. Once the game came back on, though, study time was over
and again Curtis found Bonnie curled up next to him. He put his hand back on
her enormous bicep in the hope that she would again begin flexing it and he
wasn't disappointed. This time, she flexed even harder than last, her muscle
becoming an impenetrable ball of steel. Bonnie listened intently as Curtis's
heart began to race.

"You know," said Curtis, barely able to catch his breath enough to speak. "If
you're not careful, you're going to tear your sleeve."

Bonnie smiled. "Wouldn't be the first time," she said, giggling slightly.

"Really?" Curtis replied in a tone he thought conveyed a little too much
excitement.

"Believe it or not, there isn't a myriad of fashions for girls built like me.
I've torn sleeves on tee shirts, jean jackets, leather jackets," she said,
ticking off a finger for each victim. "The legs on all kinds of jeans and
pants, popped buttons on button-down shirts. I've had necklines tear, hell,
I've broken more than my fair share of bras in my time. I mean, I either wear
XXL everything or run the risk of destroying everything in my wardrobe. So, I
try to split the difference and find stuff that looks okay but is big enough
that it won't shred when I walk. I've even broken some things you wouldn't
believe."

"What, like, chains?" asked Curtis, laughing to keep from sounding too
serious, but hoping beyond hope it was so.

Bonnie smiled some more. "Maybe if you stick around, I'll show you."

Curtis lit a cigarette as he tried to imagine Bonnie breaking chains with her
biceps. When he noticed Bonnie looking at him, he quickly said, "Oh, I'm
sorry. I hope this doesn't bother you."

"What? Oh, no. I mean, this is your apartment after all. I was just
thinking""could I have a drag off that?"

"I never pegged you as the smoking type."

"I'm not really, but, there was something I've seen friends do with weed and I
thought it'd be kind of interesting to try. Ever heard of a shotgun?"

"Um, no."

"Okay, first I take a drag off the cigarette, then I blow it in your mouth."

Curtis looked confused. "Won't the smoke escape?"

"Not if I do it right."

She took the cigarette from Curtis's hand and inhaled awkwardly. Bonnie
motioned Curtis over quickly and he got within a few inches of her face.
Realizing he really didn't know what was going on, Bonnie reached for the back
of Curtis's head and pulled his mouth to hers. When their lips met, Curtis's
heart exploded, his mind lost in the soft, moist warmth of her lips as Bonnie
slowly exhaled into his mouth.

"What do you think of that?" Bonnie asked as she drew back from Curtis.

"That was amazing!" he replied, barely able to open his eyes. "We're gonna
have to do that again."

Curtis took the cigarette from Bonnie and inhaled. He closed his lips around
hers and exhaled just as she had, only as he began to withdraw, he pulled her
bottom lip with his mouth, sucking at it just enough to make her, for lack of
a better term, purr with excitement.

"Okay," she said, breathing a little heavier. "Yours was much better."

"Thank you," said Curtis, a little short of breath himself. They looked at
each other for a moment, each wondering what would happen next. Then Bonnie,
curled back up into Curtis's chest. The young man sat back in his seat a
little disappointed.

"So," said Bonnie after a mildly uncomfortable pause. "Helluva hockey game,
huh?"

"Yeah," Curtis replied, a little bewilderedly. "Looks like the Bolts are gonna
win this one."

"Yeah."

Curtis held Bonnie exactly as he had before, still in awe of her voluptuous,
powerful build, only this time Bonnie was resting her hand on his thigh. After
a few minutes, Curtis finally spoke up.

"Uh, listen, I'm really sorry if I did something"""

"No, no," Bonnie said, cutting him off. "You didn't do anything. I ... I'd
just like to try and take things slow, you know? Most guys are all into me at
first, then I do something that freaks them out and, well, it's not good. And
I just don't want things to be weird between us, you know?"

"I understand. Well, sort of, anyway. I mean, what are you afraid of freaking
me out with?"

"What about my muscles? Or my strength? The fact that I'm some overdeveloped
freak?"

"I don't know what other guys thought of you in the past, but I think you're
an incredibly beautiful, fun girl to be with. And it doesn't bother me that
you're muscular or that you're strong enough to beat me at armwrestling two
hands to one. Actually, it's really quite a turn-on. But, if you want to, I'd
love to take more time to get to know you. You know, like, outside of
schoolwork and such."

"Are you asking me on a date?"

Curtis nodded his head. "If you'll let me."

"You are such a sweetheart!" Bonnie replied enthusiastically. She hugged
Curtis very tightly, squeezing her enormous breasts against his arm. For a
moment, he thought his arm was giving more than her chest. "I'd love to go on
a date with you! But, I've gotta let you know what you're getting into. Are
you busy after class tomorrow?"

"I've got no plans."

"Then meet me when the exam is over. I've got some things I want to show you."

"You can't show me now?"

"I really ought to be going. It's getting kinda late," she said, gathering up
her fully-loaded backpack. She paused for a moment as an idea struck her.
"There is one thing I can kinda show you. Let me see your backpack."

Curtis handed her his book bag. "That's about 35 pounds, mind you."

"That's okay," she said and took a strap from each of the bags in her hand.
She started curling the bags with no apparent signs of effort. Her bicep was
barely even flexing. "Still sure about that date?" she asked, curling the bags
easily.

"Even more so," said Curtis, astonished at the sight of the gorgeous young
woman effortlessly curling well more than a hundred pounds in one arm.

Bonnie put Curtis's backpack down and started for the door. Curtis followed
behind her. Bonnie put her arms around Curtis and hugged him more tightly than
she ever had before. As she was withdrawing, though, Curtis cupped her chin
and tilted her head up. He kissed her moist, soft lips gently at first, then
more voraciously as her heartbeat increased. As she got more involved, she
placed her hand on Curtis's butt and proceeded to lift him off the floor with
just one arm, her other free to roam his back. After nearly a minute, Bonnie
gently set Curtis back on his feet.

"Wow!" said Bonnie, gathering her breath. "You know, you're a really good
kisser."

"I figure I have to be to keep a girl as beautiful as you around."

"Oh my God, you are such a sweetheart! So, I'll meet you after the exam?"

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away."

She kissed Curtis on the cheek and walked out the door.

After the exam the next day, Curtis met Bonnie outside the classroom. She took
him to the school's football weight room and let them in.

"How did you get the combination for the door again?" Curtis asked, looking
around bewilderedly at the shiny new equipment.

"I helped one of the coaches with a flat tire."

Curtis chuckled. "What'd you do, hold his car up as he changed the tire?" he
said, thinking of how easily she held him off the ground in just one arm the
night before.

Bonnie giggled nervously and blushed a bit. "Maybe."

Curtis looked at her wondering if she was kidding, but her face gave no
indication.

"What are we doing here, anyway?"

"I wanted to give you an idea what you'd be getting into if you go out with
me. Then, if you still wanna go on a date, we can."

"So, you brought me to the gym to show me, what, how strong you are? Couldn't
you have just told me?"

"You'd think I was nuts. If I told you what I could lift when I was 14 and
made it sound like that's how much I can lift today, you'd never believe me.
So, on that note, what would you like me to do first?"

"Um, show me what you can curl."

"One arm or two?"

"One."

Bonnie walked over to a rack containing some positively enormous dumbbells and
went right for the largest ones there.

"How heavy are those?" asked Curtis.

"Um, 350 pounds," she said, casually taking the dumbbells out of their racks.
She then started curling them with what could only be described as appalling
ease. "One of the other coaches could hardly believe it when he saw me curling
these the first time," she said, not breaking her rhythm or even breathing
differently. "I guess they only keep these around for other exercises, 'cause
I never see any of the players curling them."

"I sincerely doubt any of the players, or anyone else, for that matter, are
able to curl them. That's unreal, Bonnie. It doesn't even look tough for you."

She grinned sheepishly, still pumping the weights up and down, and said,
"Actually, it really isn't. I have a really hard time finding weights and
weight-sets that'll keep me going. You wanna see something else?"

"Hell yeah! Why don't you show me what that spectacular chest of yours can
do?"

"Okay!" she said, happily surprised by Curtis's enthusiasm. She replaced the
dumbbells and made her way to the rack containing the plates for the
bench-press bar. "My friends used to call me Bonnie Bench Press in high school
'cause of how heavy I could press," she said, casually gathering up
hundred-pound plates.

She managed to squeeze 6 plates on either side of the bench bar. Bonnie laid
down and began her set slowly and methodically as she had done with the
dumbbells. Again, the ease with which she was performing her exercise was
ungodly.

"That's 1200 pounds! Do you need a spot?"

"No, I'm okay. This is actually way too light, too." She thought about it for
a moment, then said, "You know what, though; why don't you try pressing down
on the bar?"

"Seriously? I don't want you to hurt yourself or anything."

"I'll be fine. Come on. It'll be interesting."

Curtis did as she asked, pressing down on the weight bar. She kept lowering
and hoisting the weight with minimal effort.

"Are you pushing?" she asked, honestly not sure if he was.

"As hard as I can. Jesus! How can you be this strong?"

"Hard work and good genes. Hey, you wanna see something really cool?"

"Um, this isn't really cool?"

Bonnie giggled and re-racked the weight. She got up and went to the back of
the bench, taking the 1200-pound bar in both of her hands. "Check this out,"
she said and winked at Curtis. She began curling the 1200 pounds. Her form was
perfect and she made her feat look extraordinarily easy. "What do you think?"
she asked, continuing to pump out repetitions.

"I think you should have your own website or something. Seriously. Do you have
any idea how much money you could make on something like that? Guys would pay
anything to see some beautiful young supergirl do the things you can. I mean,
1200-pound curls? That's the front end of my car! And you're curling it like
it's nothing!"

"Yeah, but, well, are you gonna take off?" she asked nervously, re-racking the
weight.

"Are you kidding? I've got a date with a supergirl! This is the greatest day
of my life!"

Bonnie walked up to him, took his face in her hands and began to kiss him with
more passion than she'd ever kissed anyone. As the kiss became more intense,
Bonnie moved Curtis's hand on to her rear. Curtis squeezed, or at least tried
to squeeze, her butt and was amazed by its steely firmness. When they finally
broke the kiss, Curtis began to sway as his knees became weak. Before he had a
chance to fall over, though, Bonnie's arm flashed out and grabbed a handful of
his shirt, easily pulling him back upright with one powerful arm.

"Careful, there, cutie. I don't need my first date in a year dying of a
concussion or something."

"Yeah, thanks. Wow. You're just""you're incredible! Superhuman strength,
superhuman beauty""you're, like, the perfect woman. Are you, you know,
genetically engineered or something?"

Bonnie giggled and blushed. "I don't think so. I'm just really well
put-together, I suppose. You want to see anything else?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind, uh, feeling your biceps."

"That's a first!" she said, more than happy to oblige. "Just let me pump 'em
up a bit."

"That didn't pump 'em up?"

"Not exactly." She took her right hand with her left and began squeezing as
she brought her right hand up and down. She applied more and more pressure, a
look of determination on her face. Curtis noticed the sleeves on her
sweatshirt, which looked quite full when her arms were relaxed, get tighter
and tighter as the muscle underneath bunched and relaxed. My God, he thought
to himself, 1200 pounds really wasn't even a challenge to her!

After pumping her arm up and down three or four times her overtaxed sleeve
gave up the battle. First, a slit appeared at the peak of her bicep, exposing
more and more of her skin. Then the seams began to give way. She continued to
pump as the sleeve lost more and more ground to the creamy white flesh
underneath. It even began to separate at Bonnie's almost cannonball-sized
shoulders. She looked like the hulk transforming before Curtis's bewildered
eyes. Just as she was about to finish, she took her left arm off her hip and
quickly went into a double-bicep flex with a loud grunt. Her left sleeve
exploded as she brought her arms up, exposing both her arms almost fully.

She stood in front of Curtis, a triumphant smile on her face, and said, "What
do you think?"

Curtis brought his trembling hand up to her right arm and squeezed, in awe of
its size and power. "Your skin. It's so soft, silky," he said, caressing her
huge bicep. "But your muscle is so solid! I can't even make the slightest dent
in it!"

"Yeah. When my dad first noticed how strong I was, the doctors told him that
my muscles and bones were apparently extremely dense. I guess that's why I'm
so strong."

"Um, how big are they?"

"Well, my biceps were 17 inches pumped when I bought this sweatshirt, but it
looks like they've gotten bigger."

Curtis chuckled and said, "Do you measure your arms every time you buy
something long-sleeved?"

"I actually kind of have to, or, well, this happens," she said, flexing a
little harder (and tearing the sleeves a bit more) to accentuate her point.

"How long have you had this shirt?"

"About 4 months."

"So, you're still getting bigger? And stronger?"

Bonnie bit her lip. "Uh huh."

"That's so awesome."

Bonnie smiled and picked Curtis up in a hug, twirling him around like a rag
doll. "I'm so glad I sat next to you! Oh, crap!" she exclaimed, looking at the
clock. "I gotta get to class!"

Bonnie picked up her backpack and turned to leave the gym. She stopped, turned
back around and kissed Curtis on the cheek. "Call me!" she said and bolted out
the door.

As Curtis exited the gym behind her, he noticed the bar to release the latch
was bent slightly down and in. Then he noticed the dent in the door itself
about a foot above the bar. Finally, as the door closed behind him, he saw a
crack in the wall perpendicular to the door at the same height as the outside
handle. Slightly puzzled, he looked down at the door-stop at the foot of the
wall: it was almost completely buckled.

And all this, he thought to himself, From Bonnie accidentally opening the door
to hard!