Massive Mary versus Ripped Rebecah



Because of our conflicting work hours, my wife, Mary, and I don't
get to spend nearly as much time with each other as we would like.
Therefore, last Thursday, her day off, when I called her from work
and invited her to an early dinner, she immediately said "yes."

I am a fitness counselor at a health club, and at work we wear polo
type shirts with the club's logo on the front and the word "STAFF"
on the back in big, bold caps. When we got to the restaurant, a
friendly mom-and-pop cafe, I was still in my work clothes. The woman
who waited on us was Rebecah, a somewhat slender waitress in, I would
say, her mid-forties that I had seen once or twice before at a
different restaurant.

"Now I understand why you're so fit," she said to me. "You work
at a gym, don't you?"

I said that I did and asked her if she worked out. She said, "I
don't need to" and rolled up her sleeve and flexed her right bicep.
Both Mary and I did kind of a collective "Wow"!! Rebecah's arms
were not huge, but man were they cut! She showed us her biceps from
both the front and rear; and they were so defined that from the rear,
even her deltoids were striated!

"My G-d," I said. "How did you get such incredible muscularity
without working out?"

She explained that both of her parents, in her words, were quite
"sinewy" but that years of physical work in restaurants had
developed her arms beyond those of her parents or siblings. Since my
wife was with me, I wisely resisted the temptation to ask her if I
could feel her arms.

It turned out that I didn't need to feel her arms because of what
happened next. Mary mentioned that she does work out, and flexed her
huge, but not nearly as defined, right arm. Although she didn't say
a word, the look on Rebecah's face seemed to be saying a kind of
"wow" of her own. I guess, as they say, "the devil made me do it"
because next I blurted out that Mary's specialty was crushing other
persons' biceps between her own biceps and forearms.

"Oh, and how does she do that?" Rebecah asked with a bit of a sneer
and a look of disbelief on her face.

I explained that other people would put their triceps on top of
Mary's biceps. The other person would flex his or her upper arm as
hard as he or she could, and then Mary would flex her biceps and in
so doing, of course, would lower her forearm. The other person's
upper arm would then be squished by Mary's biceps and forearm
muscles.

Since we got to the restaurant around 3:30 or so in the afternoon,
the cafe wasn't very busy. In fact, Mary and I were the only
customers there at the time. Since there was no one else around,
Rebecah said that there was no way that Mary could squish her arm
and, in fact, asked Mary if she would like to lay her arm (that is,
Mary's arm) on top of her own arm and said that she would squish
Mary's arm!

Okay, the contest was on. Mary laid her bulky triceps on top of
Rebecah's biceps. Both women flexed, and to Rebecah's astonishment,
Mary's biceps didn't budge!! In fact, in her effort to squish
Mary's arm, she proceeded to flatten her own biceps as she brought
down her forearm with all her might on top of Mary's biceps and
pressed Mary's arm down on her own (Rebecah's) biceps.

Now it was Mary's turn to have Rebecah lay her upper arm between
Mary's biceps and forearm. Rebecah's supreme confidence of a couple
of minutes ago was not so supreme now; but, being a good sport, she
laid her arm on Mary's.

Now in the first match, when Mary's arm was in Rebecah's, when I
said "Flex," Rebecah flexed as hard AND as fast as she could in her
effort not only to squish Mary's arm as quickly as she could but
also, I think, to let me and Mary know quickly and decisively that
she (Mary) wasn't nearly as tough as we thought she was and that her
(Rebecah's) hard work had made her a lot tougher than Mary's
working out at the gym.

After experiencing Mary's uncanny hardness in that match, however,
Rebecah, (wisely) suggested in the second match, where her biceps
were in Mary's arm, that the two begin flexing slowly and bring
their arms to a full flex over about a five-second period. Mary
agreed, and after their arms were in position, I called "Flex."

As in the first match, this second one was really no contest. Even
before Mary had brought her arm to a full flex, Rebecah called
"uncle." The totally amazed Rebecah conceded her defeat like a true
professional and complimented Mary on her amazing arms. "Maybe,"
Rebecah said, "there's something to this working out stuff after
all."

Now, as I said, I personally did not feel Rebecah's arm although
from the looks of it and from Rebecah's own confidence, I can
reasonably conclude that it is pretty solid in its own right. Against
Mary, who bills herself as "The Amazing Maiden of Muscle," however,
there was no comparison. I asked Mary, after Rebecah left to bring
our food, what she thought of Rebecah's arm; and, like a true
champion, she said that Rebecah definitely had something to be proud
of.

Mary has her own page on Diana the Valkyrie and can be seen also at
http://www.massivemary.com and at http://groups.msn.com/massivemary.