Getting revenge on Lai or ...
By Smog.
Part 1.

In high school there were a couple of girls that were real troublemakers.
The most prominent one was an Asian girl named Lai. She was a strong, very
muscular girl that liked to bully boys. She particularly liked to come down
on me and my friend john.

When summer came, John and I promised each other that we would return in 
super-shape, stronger than Lai so she would not bully us anymore.
We went to a gym and lifted heavy weights every day of the summer vacation.

The first day after summer, we looked for Lai in the gym. She's warming up 
and setting up the bar. Today is her chest and back day and she likes to start 
that with the bench press. She has got her sweats on because it's a cool morning.

"Want me to spot you, Lai?" John says.
Lai looks startled then smiles a wicked smile. "Sure, John, you think
you're up to it?" A slight grin flicks across her beautiful face.
"Have no fear, my dear," a super confident John says, "the super hero is
here to rescue you if you should fail."
"Oh, is that so?" says Lai, "what makes you so sure of yourself?"
This is John's chance. He whips off his shirt, and he's standing there clad
in only his jeans, revealing his gleaming new body. Now John has always had
an athletic body, playing polo, badminton, lacrosse and all that stuff, but
with his weight training all summer he had put on twenty pounds of solid
muscle, and his biceps now measured 16" instead of 14", and his legs, which
were always a little spindly for his size, thanks to his squats had
ballooned from 18" to 22". John was looking mighty good as he stood there.
"Oooohhhh, you're looking really good, honey," Lai exclaimed, and John's
chest puffed out with pride.
"Of course I am, Lai, and I want you to know that your bullying days are
over with us.
"My, my, John, what's this, a threat?" Lai queried, as I crossed my fingers
and offered up a silent prayer to God.
"Well. I guess it is," John said, "I hadn't meant to do it this way, I
meant for it to be more formal, but I guess this is as good a way as any."
"Oh, little boy," Lai said, "You are cute in a gooney sort of a way. I just
may have to discipline you. How are you going to handle that?"
"Well," John huffed, "I'll admit you're quite strong, quite the
weightlifter, but you see I've been doing a little training myself this
summer. How much were you bench-pressing, 375? Well, my dear, I am happy to
inform you that I can now out-lift you! I can bench press 400 pounds! So
there ... .how do you like that?" he smirked.

Lai just stood there, her mouth open. For once she was speechless. John had
done a quick calculation - six 50 pound plates on the 45 pound Olympic bar, a
total of 345 pounds, fifty-five pounds under his maximum.
"Here, let me show you, Lai, I'll press that bar for you, and I'll do a set
of ten, too. We'll just see who's stronger!"
"B ... b...but," Lai stammered, but John stopped her. "Oh, shut up, little
sister, when I'm finished here you'll understand that weightlifting is a
man's game. When a man puts his mind to it no woman is going to out lift
him. You are doing 345? I'll do 400 and we'll see whose ego is fragile
around here! You can spot me! If you can!" he commanded, and he quickly
positioned himself under the bar.
"B ... b ... but." Lai stammered again, but John quickly took command. "Shut up 
and get over here!" he ordered her.
"Oh well ... OK," a resigned Lai said, and she helped John manoeuvre the bar
off the rack behind the bench. After all, 345 pounds is hard to position by
yourself over your chest for the press. Lai had her hands on the bar near
the centre and John spread his hands outside hers to get the proper grip.
Lai let go and the bar came crashing down on John's chest.
"Oh my God ... ! Oh my God ... !" he was crying, "my God ... ! Help me! Please 
help me! I can't breathe! I can't breathe! Aaaarrrgghhh ... !" You could see 
the weight was crushing his chest. Lai just stood there, motionless, and I rushed 
over to help, pushing her out of the way.
"What happened, John, what happened?" I yelped at him as I tried to budge
the bar off his chest, but the two of us, him pushing and I pulling
couldn't budge it. I was dumbfounded. John could bench press 400, and I
could manage 350, and here we couldn't budge these 345 pounds off his
chest.
All of a sudden I heard an exasperated "Oh for heaven's sake!" behind me
and Lai shoved me out of the way and easily lifted the bar off John's chest
and back to the rack. John staggered off the bench, gasping for air,
rubbing his aching chest.
"What happened, John, I thought you could do 400 pounds?" I asked.
"I know," a flustered John responded, "that's 345 and I couldn't handle it.
I don't know what's happened to me," he sobbed.
"Get out of the way, you dorks, let me show you great big macho males how a
real girl handles it," said this seventeen year old Asian beauty, and she
took off her sweats.

First it was the pants. Well, if she had big thighs and calves when we last
saw her, they almost defied description now. She put her shoulders under
the bar, lifted it off the stand and began doing deep knee bends with it.
The muscles rippled across her thighs like some big cables, so big and so
prominent and so defined that both John and I stood there with our mouths open
and our penises coming to attention. Her thighs had to be at least thirty
inches, maybe thirty-two inches, and she punched out ten reps easily with a
weight both John and I couldn't together lift off his chest.
She racked the weight and then took off her sweat suit top.
This was the first time either of us had seen Lai without clothes on, even
though she always wore tight-fitting blouses that left nothing to the
imagination. Her stomach was flat as a board with a beautiful prominent six
pack, and her shoulders just rippled with muscle as she moved her arms to
limber up. Her pecs had extremely prominent striations and I could swear
she had put at least a couple more inches on her already massive 44DD chest,
which was contained by a black shiny top. Suddenly I realized something
that both John and I had overlooked, although I had considered it a possibility.
While John and I had spent the summer working out so we could outshine her,
she had also engaged in her favourite sport - weightlifting! But why had John
not even been able to press the 345 pounds? Had he gotten self-conscious?
Was there too much at stake for him? Was he too nervous?

Meanwhile Lai had positioned herself on the bench and we could see that she
was going to try to press the weight John had failed at.
"No, Lai, it's too heavy,' John said, alarmed. We each rushed to opposite
ends of the bar but Lai had already manoeuvred it off the rack and brought
it down to her chest. And up it went!
"O.K., that's one," she said, "you guys count." But only she counted, we
were too stunned. "2, 3, 4," up to 10 she went while we both stood there,
watching in awe as her muscles expanded with the  effort and her chest
heaved up and down, expanding with each breath. Then she racked the weight.
"B ... b...but..!" stammered John, "I can press 400 and that's only 345, how
come you did it so easily, and I couldn't?" He seemed about to break into
tears as his voice broke.
"Because, you silly ass," Lai responded, "Those aren't iron plates, they're
the new durium double weight plates. Each one is 125 pounds, not 50 pounds,
imagine putting 12 fifty pound plates on the bar, it's hardly long enough.
This way with six plates and the bar I get a total of 795 pounds, that's
370 pounds more than I was doing before summer! You see I haven't been
standing still in the summer. Last year my biceps were 22 inches, now I've
got them up to 25 inches and counting!" She went into a double biceps pose.
Well, it was unbelievable. I could see John's penis tenting his shorts and
jeans, and mine wasn't exactly flaccid.
Lai flexed both arms back and forth and we watched her biceps grow huge.
John couldn't resist, he had to feel them, and he went over to Lai and put
his palm on the top of each bicep, squeezing and thumping on them as if
maybe they would deflate if he put enough pressure on them. My curiosity
got the better of me and I grabbed onto her right bicep myself. God, it was
hard! And huge! I couldn't encircle it. No wonder she could bench press 795
pounds, and it was just a warm up weight for her squats!
Lai's muscles had a strange allure for both of us, we were both tenting our
shorts and jeans.
In the meantime Lai had noticed John's erection and now she took notice of
mine.
"What the hell is this?" she cried out and showed us both. "You little
dicks think you can come in here and threaten me and then just get off
watching my body. I knew you liked a girl with a little muscle! Do you like
to be bullied by me, huh?" she said in a low voice.
She walked over to john and slapped him across the face.
"Ouch.  That hurt," he said.
She raised her hand and slapped him again in the face.  But his time he
dropped to the ground.  She hadn't even closed her fist but it was like she
hit him with a brick.  She stood there with her hands on her hips looking
down at him.  She did look so sexy and so strong and powerful. She grabbed
the collar of my shirt with just one hand and lifted me up until I was eye
to eye with her.  Incredible I thought.  She is holding me up with just one
hand.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  You have seen me press
795lbs. Do you really want me to kick your ass?" she asked.
"Lai ... ! This is crazy" I said. She threw me across the room. She turned to
John, who had risen again.
She slapped him again.  Like the first time.  Now he was getting mad.
"Don't do that again or I'll. . ." he said.
"Or you'll what wimp?  You'll what?"  She asked
"I'll defend myself," he said.
She slapped him again. John was furious. He took a swing at her stomach.
When his hand hit, he felt unbelievable pain. It was like he had hit a
wall.  Lai just laughed.  John took a swing at her face but he missed. He
took another, but missed again. He took several more but she was just too
fast for him. He went to go tackle her but she just picked him up by his
belt and threw him half way across the room. He ran at her and took several
more swings at her face, but was soon totally out of breath.
"What's wrong sweetie pie? Can't seem to hit me? Am I too fast for you?
Here you go baby ... I will give you a chance. Take you best shot because then
it will be my turn," she said.
She held her jaw out. John summoned all his strength and threw the hardest
punch he had ever thrown in his life. Again he felt incredible pain in his
hand. John had closed his eyes when he punched her and he half expected to
see her decked out when he opened his eyes. But she wasn't.  She just stood
there with her hands on her hips looking incredibly strong.  Every muscle
was apparent in her awesome body. John´s knees began to shake.  What was
she going to do?
"I see you are a little frightened little one. As well as you should be. I
could kill you with one punch. I could disable you with just my fist alone,
and now it is my turn."
With immense power, she grabbed him by the upper arm and squeezed.
John tried to shake Lai's grip but there was no way. "Let go of me," he
cried. "You're hurting me."
Lai looked devilishly at John, "Aww .... Is little me hurting the big bad
muscle boy?" Lai planted a hard long kiss on him.
"Your kiss is very mediocre." She said when she released him. Lai began to
flex her abs until each one stood out separately. She grabbed John by the
hair again. "Let's see if your licking is any better. LICK!" Lai commanded
and brought John's head up close to her abs. "Go on, lick 'em, and if
you're good enough, I may let you out of here with only a few bruises."
John forcibly licked and kissed Lai's hardened abs. Lai was burning with
passion as she took her free hand and caressed her breasts and then flexed
a giant bicep, kissing it as she achieved orgasm. She threw John's head
down and said, "I've had better." John dropped to the floor, totally spent.
Still dazed, I watched all this like it was a dream.
Lai´s hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was as angelic as ever.
I could do nothing but stand there, all frozen to the ground, staring at
the beautiful muscle queen who now moved towards me.
I had never seen anyone with muscles as big as hers, especially not a girl.
My body felt hot and my mind hotter with the sight of Lai´s incredible
muscles, bunching and flexing and pulsating with strength and power.
Standing right in front of me now, Lai brought her arm up and flexed her
huge bicep. The bicep exploded to a size that blew my mind, 25 inches of
female bicep muscle looks REALLY big when flexed right in front of you.
Lai twisted her arm and made her bicep bounce a few times while licking her
lips seductively, her eyes never leaving mine.
She smiled a wicked little smile, while I just stood there, mouth open and
all, and just stared. She looked down to see my penis desperately trying to
break free of the prison my pants had become, I felt like I could shoot my
load any second. The sight of this muscle-girl's huge muscles coming to
life every time she moved, it was so raw and sensual in a raw way at the
same time. I had always had an attraction for strong, muscular girls, but I
never had thought that a girl could bring me to the brink of orgasm just by
flexing her muscles. Just the thought of touching her massive, hugely muscled 
body made my knees soft and my legs shake lightly.
" Well, you are the quiet one huh ...? What do you think of my little muscles
here?" Lai asked in a soft voice and flexed both her biceps in a double
bicep pose.
The sight of Lai´s biceps growing larger than life was too much for me and
I shot my load, causing a large wet stain on my shorts.
"My, my ... !" She said, "All this made me horny. I think I will take you home
with me!" she said and grabbed my arm and pulled me away with her.

To be continued ... .