The Pill
By the Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com
Bliss in a Bottle


THE PILL

(Bliss in a Bottle)

The judges, three pudgy white guys looked pleased with themselves having come
to a decision. The announcement of the Northern California 'Fitness Girl'
beauty contest winner was to be yet another bitter disappointment for
twenty-two-year-old Kathy Anderson (fake name). Her third consecutive third
place finish in a Northern California fit-girl contest had earned her minimal
scattered applause, a $300 cash prize, and yet another cheesy plastic trophy;
big whoop.

Earlier in the week, frustrated by her lack of success in the world of fitness
contests and needing affirmation the young female anonymously submitted a
video of herself to Bicep Blessed Babes, a popular website featuring
well-muscled young women displaying their bodies while flexing their biceps.

Wanting to show off her body as best she could she wore a revealing bikini top
and a skimpy G-string bottom. Not surprisingly her titillating video was
immediately posted on the site. She was satisfied but not thrilled with her
look as she watched herself posing, preening, and flaunting her impressive
breasts and her well-cut 13 1/2" biceps. She watched her firm biceps pop into
baseball shaped orbs and yet much like an anorexic she didn't always see what
others saw.

The viewers were in awe as she flexed her pecs; her generous breasts nearly
popped out of her top. She pumped up her biceps hard and twisted her fists in
a circular manner causing her big lady muscles to dance along her upper arms
as if they were small animals attempting to escape the taut skin encasing her
big guns.

Almost all of the comments submitted and posted by aficionados of the genre
were complimentary which set her nether regions a tinkle. Had there ever been
even a shadow of doubt in her mind, she now readily admitted to herself that
she was an unquestioned voyeuristic narcissist, one who derived sexual
pleasure by not only watching herself but other muscular women as well.

Samantha Powers (her real name) had earned an advanced degree in computer
sciences from Stanford University in Palo Alto just 35 miles south of San
Francisco at the tender age of only nineteen.

When it came to computers Samantha was a literal genius, not an Apple Bar
genius, but an actual certified genius. She had graduated high school in only
three years at the age of sixteen and was immediately awarded a full academic
scholarship by the prestigious University

She graduated with honors from Stanford in less than three years; having
gotten laid only ten times with just three different guys plus one drunken
tryst with a cheerleader.

She specialized in software development and was fluent in all of the computer
languages used to write code. Sammie thieved as an entry level employee at ...
In-Oh-VA-Ting Solutions ... one of the most prestigious software and
manufacturing companies in the world. The comely twenty-one-year-old brainiac
was already earning in excess of $175,000 a year with every benefit
imaginable.

After just two short years of employment and a substantial financial bonus
Sammie was able to purchase a lovely two-bedroom condominium at the modest
price of $1.2 million dollars in San Francisco's upper Marina District with a
spectacular view of the Marin Headlands as well as the Golden Gate Bridge.

Powers had hit the genetic lottery in every way imaginable. In addition to her
verified 180 IQ, Sammie was a strikingly beautiful young woman rocking a thin
but busty and muscular athletic physique. With all of that going for her one
would assume the girl would have been content with the direction of her life
... but one would have been wrong.

True happiness and contentment had always eluded Powers because of the one
last unrealized goal in her life, an obsession really, one that she had yet to
achieve. Sammie would never be satisfied with her life until she achieved the
perfect female body.

Sammie lifted weights, exercised religiously, and worked out obsessively
managing to achieve a nice well-toned body with impressive biceps but nothing
even close to that which she so compulsively desired.

She was cursed with an unexplainable all-encompassing fetish; an overwhelming
attraction to bicep-blessed ladies. Not hugely muscled body-builder types but
rather cute girls with perfectly formed well-defined softball sized biceps
protruding from otherwise thin upper arms.

Sammie was constantly surfing the internet searching out female muscle
building web sites, new exercises as well as serums and elixirs promising
quick and safe results until that one fateful day when she stumbled upon a
video of a young girl with the perfect body. The type of body Sammie had
dreamed about for most of her life.

She watched and studied the four-minute video of the perfect girl preening and
posing and showing off her muscular female body. The girl who was
approximately Sammie's age and height was identified as Gayle Gunns an obvious
non-de-plum. The girl was proudly flexing her well-cut biceps. Her tiny
wasp-like-waste accentuated her stunningly perfect 36C breasts. Ms. Gunn's
outrageously muscled body was in a word, well, outrageous.

Gayle's 'guns' were perfectly formed well-developed powerful specimens that
went well beyond a distinctly-toned muscular structure that verged on
perfection, meticulously defined nearly 141/2 inches of extraordinarily peaked
female biceps. Sammie had printed out and enlarged a photo of Ms. Gunns. The
mere image of the girl brought Samantha to climax more than once over the
weekend.

Sammy so wanted to learn the secret of the girl's body building regimen when
she noticed something, a medicine bottle on her nightstand. Sammie used her
magnifying glass to enlarge the writing on the bottle which read Femuscles
(for the ladies). Samantha was as excited as nymphomaniac with a sack full of
dicks.

She did a google search typing in the brand name Femuscles and was directed to
what appeared to be a long dormant website that as of five years ago indicated
that the product was still available for purchase.

Skeptical yet irrationally hopeful, Sammy e-mailed the site indicating her
interest in the product almost immediately receiving what was likely an
automated e-mail response that provided a telephone number.

"Hi." She left a message on a voice mail recorder. "My name is Samantha
Powers. I saw your Ad for Femuscle." Not wanting to appear to eager she
couched her words. "I might be interested in purchasing a supply."

"Hello, Samantha. My name is Carl. I have tons of that crap in my basement."
He explained that The FDA had forced his company to take the product off the
market after receiving dozens and dozens of complaints claiming the product
didn't work.

"Does it work?" She crossed her fingers. "Is it in any way dangerous?"

"Yes, it works ... and in no way dangerous ... all natural ingredients." Carl
promised. "I promise."

"If it works, why all the complaints?" Samantha was hopeful but still
skeptical.

"It definitely works - but only if the user follows the directions." He
laughed good naturally. "Most of our customers were looking for a magical
quick fix but were unwilling to do any of the required work, hence, the
complaints"

"Okay - I would like to purchase a supply." She hoped she wasn't sounding too
desperate.

"Look, Samantha. I would love to sell it all to you but the FDA has yet to
approve the product for sale. I doubt they ever will." He had an idea and said
so. "However, I have an idea." He said emphatically. "I will send you all that
I have ... If you agree to pay the shipping costs."

"Deal." Samantha never hesitated. "Send it first class, Fed-Ex, over-night
delivery. "I can afford it." It was worth a try, even if the pills didn't
work.

Samantha couldn't sleep that night as she a waited for the delivery of
Femuscles; the product she hoped and prayed would help her achieve the perfect
body she had always craved.

She peered out the window for a long while before moving outside to wait at
the front door. When she saw the Fed-Ex truck slowly heading her way she hoped
up and down enthusiastically clapping her hands together much like children
welcoming the ice cream truck.

She was pleased when she saw the driver struggling with a rather large box
anticipating the large quantity of bottles likely contained therein; the
heavier the box the more pills.

"Thanks." She picked up the cartoon.

"Hold on little lady." When the driver noticed the outline of her biceps
straining against the sleeves of her Stanford t-shirt he wanted to apologize
for the 'little' lady comment. Instead, he climbed into the back of his truck
and handed her a second like sized cartoon; followed by a third, a fourth, a
fifth, a sixth, a seventh, and finally an eighth.

"Wow - tell me you're done."

"Yeah, I'm done." He was breathing heavily. "Here you go, sign here." Sammie
signed the shipping receipt and the invoice noticing but not caring about the
$320.00 charge. She carried all eight of the boxes to the building elevator
two at a time. She quickly and effortlessly loaded the boxes into the elevator
ultimately carrying them all into her spare bed room in her Condo that doubled
as a make-shift gym.

She opened one of the boxes discovering that each one contained 144 bottles of
Femuscle; 1,152 bottles in all ... She learned that each bottle contained 150
capsules.

The Stanford grad did a quick calculation in her head determining that she now
possessed a grand total of 11,152 pills. At two pills a day Samantha realized
she owned a thirty-year supply. She opened her first bottle and swallowed two
pills adding a third just for shit and giggles.

"I knew it... Rip off." She flexed a bicep noticing no difference at all. She
laughed ... "Maybe I need to give it another day."

For the next couple of weeks, Samantha religiously devoured two Femuscle
tablets and pumped several tons of weights which was only a 'slight'
exaggeration. Each morning when she arose from her bed and each evening before
she retired to her bed, she studied her body in the mirror gratified to see
minimal but noticeable physical gains; maybe an inch in the bicep.

In addition, she had to admit to herself that she had never felt better, never
felt stronger, never felt more motivated, never more sexually satisfied;
masturbation wasn't a substitute for sex but for now it would have to do.

However, Sammie suspected that the properties of Femuscles were at the very
least partially responsible for her heightened sexual appetite. Even her
masturbatory orgasmic climaxes were mind-blowing ... considerably more
intensified and satisfying.

"Thank God it's Friday." Samantha spoke aloud to no one in particular. She
couldn't wait to get home and pump more heavy weights; she could already feel
the burn. However, when she began to feel a womanly stirring in her loins, she
began to crave something more intimate ... like maybe fucking one of her
office mates ... It was long passed the time for her to bang her fourth guy.

"Hey, Sammie." Bobby DiPietro, the assistant office manager obviously had the
hots for her, everyone knew it to be true. "Would you like to join us?" He
asked politely. "Some of the gang is meeting up at The Funky Monkey for a
nightcap."

"Yeah - okay - why not - sounds like fun." Samantha surprised herself with her
display of unbridled joy at the prospect of a night out. Probably because for
nearly a month she had been pushing herself to the limit vis-a-vis her
obsessive training regimen.

Six young very attractive and extremely bright co-workers were gathered around
a table enjoying beers and shots. The four guys were doing their very best to
impress her and Gayle Lewis, the only other female at the table when suddenly
a loud bell sounded indicating that it was time for the Funky Monkey's nightly
arm-wrestling challenges.

A strapping young man of twenty-one arrogantly and rather boorishly sidled up
to the table, flexed a substantial muscle, and challenged Gayle to a
man-a-mano challenge match. A refusal or a loss meant that one would be
expected to buy the other a drink.

"Put up or shut up." The five-foot-one-inch ninety-nine-pound athletically
built Gayle Lewis pushed the table clear, removed her jacket revealing a
short-sleeved blouse, and proudly flexed her own substantial 13" biceps,
biceps that because of her slight stature seemed even bigger and more
imposing.

"You asked for it, dude." Gayle Lewis, who everyone called Lew or Louie,
smiled arrogantly taunting the guy who by now was undoubtedly wishing he were
somewhere else, anywhere else, because he knew that even if he defeated her,
he would still be the loser.

"Come and get it." Louie was laughing.

They grasped one another's hand intertwining their fingers. Her vice like grip
was immediately debilitating to him and then she squeezed so hard he winced
noticeably. When the self-appointed referee slapped the table with his palm,
the contest was afoot. Calling it a contest was rather disingenuous because
for something to be considered a contest something needed to be contested
which in this case was never the case.

At first their respective hands and arms remained in an upright position - no
one had gained an advantage over the other ... but that was only because Gayle
had yet to exert herself. The arrogant Ms. Lewis yawned while lifting her
lefthand to her face, pursed her lips, and casually blew on her finger nails.

Gayle giggled girlishly as she watched her glorious 'little girl' bicep bulge
to almost cartoonish proportions as she effortless slammed his aching right
hand and trembling arm down onto the table top with such ferocity she lifted
the young man out of his seat unceremoniously depositing his sorry ass on the
bar room floor.

"Cognac - Grand Marnier - make it a double." Gayle had just ordered the most
expensive liquor in the bar, a double no less. The cost of which would likely
exceed $1,800 for the double. He made no protest presenting his Chase Sapphire
Platinum credit card to a thoroughly amused bartender before leaving the bar
in a huff.

Everyone in the Funky Monkey who had been watching, which almost everyone,
simultaneously feted the tiny muscle girl with a standing ovation. An
extremely proud Gayle Mathews stood tall, if 5-1 could ever be considered to
be tall, flexed her throbbing biceps, interrupting her muscle display only
long enough to throw kisses to the crowd.

The patrons of the Funky Monkey who knew her began to sing aloud ... 'Louie
-Louie - on no - we gotta go - yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ... oh baby - we got to
go.'

"Can I try?" Samantha Powers could feel herself unexpectedly getting wet; she
didn't like the term moist. Sooner or later, she would need to test her
strength and now seemed to be as good a time as any. She positioned her elbow
on the table. "I can afford to buy you a drink."

She locked fingers with an obviously amused Gayle Lewis. Just like in the
first 'contest' hands and arms remained unmoved but this time Gayle was
pushing as hard as she could. There was a minimal amount of give and take but
for the most part neither woman could gain an advantage over the other.

"One more minute." The referee announced that only one minute remained and he
began to count down the seconds ... "ten, nine, eight ... three, two, one ...
People that's all there is, we have ourselves a draw."

The sweating girls hugged each other affectionately and kissed causing the bar
crowd of mostly men to scream and yell and stomp their feet in appreciation.
The amazing muscle girls were so engrossed with one another they couldn't stop
kissing as they unabashedly caressed their respective bodies; neither was
giving any thought to tomorrow ... work would undoubtedly prove to be most
interesting.

To the surprise of no one in the girls exited the Funky Monkey together
summoning an Uber. The two muscle girls were in heat cavorting in the backseat
of the car as they continued to kiss and lovingly caress their spectacular
nearly naked young bodies. The Uber driver undoubtably awarded the girls a
five-star rating.

The panting females clumsily fumbled with their clothing on the way towards
Gayle's bedroom with libidinous intentions. The more the girls frolicked in
the bed the more they admitted to themselves that this encounter was much more
than just a bi-curious tryst, this encounter was in the embryotic stages of a
full-blown (no pun intended) lipstick-lesbian affair, by far the best kind.

The fabulous genetically blessed females were for the first time uninhibitedly
traveling down Queer Street about to take up residence on the corner of Lesbo
Boulevard and sixty-nineth avenue.

They teased each other for nearly three glorious hours; with sensual soft
touches, tweaking and suckling on each other's erect nipples, exploring with
muff-diving tongues, and their impromptu muscle flexing poses ... all drove
each other up the walls.

"Holy shit." Sammie's body twitched uncontrollably as she experienced her
first orgasm of the evening. Unbridled wave after wave after wave of mounting
pleasure consumed her body and mind as orgasmic explosions subjugated her
senses until nothing other than pleasure existed for her.

The sexually nascent Samantha Powers had always assumed she had experienced
orgasms in the past but now she understood that she hadn't even 'cum' close.

Gayle's talented tongue had delivered Sammie to a blissful state of nirvana; a
blissful ideal state of stability, harmony, and joy. She was caught up in the
throes of exquisite passion; an all-encompassing feeling of pure unadulterated
happiness and delight dominated Sammie's every thought because at that moment
in time the continuing spurts of ecstasy were everything to her, nothing else
existed.

For a period of two to three uninterrupted hours the girls traded positions
taking turns bring one another to climax after climax.

"Oh, my fucking God." Sammie had just experienced her fourth earth shaking
orgasm. "That's four delicious multiple organs for me." She pursed her lips
and kissed her own bulging biceps. "There ain't no guy on Earth who can do
that for me."

"Damn." Gayle stretched out her sensuous muscular body presenting her pussy to
Sammie. I've only had three. You owe me one."

Samantha Powers gently spread Gayle's legs apart, sensually massaged her
muscular thighs, and eagerly got down to business with unmatched ardor and
elan. Her passionate zeal belied her inexperience. One would have never have
guessed that this was Sammie's first dive into the pool of Sappho love ... her
first walk on the wild side.

The girls began to watch Samantha's muscle posing You Tube video while
fingering each other. When the video ended the T.V. defaulted to the Turner
Classic Movie Channel which was airing the iconic film Casablanca.

"No Way." Sammie had glanced at the clock on the nightstand noticing a
familiar looking bottle of pills. "No fucking way." She pinched Gayle's erect
nipple. "You use Femuscle, too."

"Yeah ... I think it works." Gayle smiled a little. "You know of it."

"I use it. I think it works." Samantha sat up in the bed and proudly flexed
her biceps. "In the last six months my guns have grown bigger; maybe as much
as an inch or more, but I suspect my increased workouts may also have
something to do with that."

"You know what else?" Sammie was excited to run this observation past a fellow
user. "While my muscle size and definition have increased only slightly from
13 1/2 inches to nearly 15" I believe I am a hell of lot stronger now."

"Yes, me too. No matter, I'm almost out." Gayle frowned.

"Prepare to be happy." Sam laughed. "I have a thirty-year supply in my condo."

"You know what else?" Before Gayle could respond Sammie continued. "I think
Femuscle is an aphrodisiac that not only makes one horny but enhances the
sexual experience as much as ten-fold. Sammie comically fanned her face.
"Since I've been taking this shit, I've never cum so hard in all my life."

"A thirty-year supply?" Gayle smiled broadly.

"Fifteen if we share." Samantha was making an offer she knew her new 'friend'
would never refuse.

Sammie Powers and Gayle Lewis turned their attention to the TV and watched the
final scenes of Casablanca. In unison each of the girls spoke aloud the final
words of the film along with Boogie ...

"Louie ... I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The Pill ... by the Elder Barry ... 3,400 words