MUSCLEGIRL
By Paul Bunyan



Tagline: Becky's formula gives her big muscles to fight the evil Nazi
strongmen!

     Becky Martin stood her ground.  Her father looked shocked to say
the least.
"Preposterous!" General Martin harumphed.  "What you are claiming is
sheer fantasy, my dear!  It would be so under any conditions, the moreso
under the ones you are suggesting!"
Becky felt herself becoming angry and fought to control it.  At five
feet, seven inches tall and one hundred and thirty pounds, she was of
fairly average size for a woman.  Her brown hair was just short of her
shoulders and, right now, her brown eyes glared at her father.  She was
often described as a cute girl, meaning pleasant to look at and mildly
attractive but nothing unusual.  Her figure was average, neither
particularly attractive nor particularly unattractive.  The only thing
that was extraordinary about Becky was her mind.  Unfortunately, she was
born a few decades too soon for that mind to be given the credit it
deserved.

     "I see!" Becky said.  "You mean to imply that it's fantasy because
of my theory that it will only work on a woman!"
"It's preposterous under any conditions!" General Martin said.  "But,
yes!  That makes it even more obvious!  Now, I'm sorry, my dear girl!  I
don't mean to hurt your feelings.  Truly I don't!  But when you come to
your senses, you'll see for yourself how ridiculous it is!  I appreciate
your desire to help our cause but I really have no more time for this.
Now, please, you run along and stop worrying your pretty little head
about things like this."
Becky gave him her sweetest smile, but she was raging inside.
"Yes!  Of course, Daddy!" she smiled sweetly.  "I'll talk to you later!"

     After leaving her father's study, Becky shook with rage.  She was
twenty-two years old and a college graduate.  Yet, her father wouldn't
even consider the possibility that she was right just because she was a
woman.  She went downstairs to her car.  Her chauffeur and boyfriend,
Scott Miller, saw that she was in a bad mood.  He held the door for her
as she entered the car, then climbed behind the wheel and began
driving.  At six feet, four inches tall and two hundred and twenty
pounds of muscle, Scott had been hired by Becky's father to double as a
chauffeur and bodyguard for his daughter.  Becoming her boyfriend was
something that neither he nor Becky- and certainly not her father- had
ever planned on.  But her intelligence, determination and courage
fascinated him!  He wasn't sure that he believed in this formula of
her's, but it was enough for him that she believed it!

     Their drive was a silent one.  When they arrived at the rooming
house where Becky lived, Scott escorted her to the door.
"Come on in!" she said.  "We need to talk!"
Although he knew it was somewhat unseemly for him to enter her rooms
alone with her at night like this, he did so.  An outside stairway led
to the upstairs of the house, which she rented.  She knew the couple
that she rented from would see her bringing Scott inside and would both
disapprove and tell her father.  She didn't care.  If she were a man,
they might disapprove, but would never consider telling her father.  It
was just one more way that a woman was treated like a child.  Until she
was married, she would be treated this way and then would be expected to
obey her husband almost like a child obeying its parents.

     Her rooms were rather less auspicious than one would expect from
the rather well to do daughter of an Army General, but she was not given
to extravagance.
"He won't listen to me!" she said.  "What am I to do?  It could change
the entire outcome of the War and he won't listen just because I'm a
woman!"
"Do you really think it's that serious?" Scott said.  "Could it really
make that much difference to the War effort?"
"Scott, you have no idea how close I suspect the Nazis are to perfecting
their 'Ubermench' or 'Overman' formula!  They have been experimenting
with synthetic means of increasing testosterone levels in the male body
for several years."
"Okay!" Scott said.  "Now, testosterone's the male hormone, right?"
"Correct!" Becky said without sarcasm.  Although far more intelligent
than Scott, she never seemed to mind explaining things to him, perhaps
because he was one of the few men who was really listening to what she
had to say.  "It's partly what makes men stronger than women.  Women
have some levels of it, of course.  But men produce it in droves!
However, thanks to one of their new scientists, I'm afraid that the
Nazis have taken it to new heights- or depths!"

     "The Nazis have a scientific team that I suspect has found a way to
augment the bone structure and the material of the muscles and tendons
as well as augmenting strength, so that men can exert that kind of
strength without tearing themselves apart.  Of course, the Nazis have a
big advantage over us.  They don't have any humane restrictions about
what they can do to make their breakthroughs.  They have no compunctions
about torturing and murdering people to find out what effect something
will have.  Obviously, I wouldn't use such methods even if I legally
could.  Nor do I need to.  I've discovered a far superior method of
augmenting human strength!"

     "I'm not quite sure how being a woman is essential to the process!"
Scott said.
"Well," Becky explained, "remember how people used to say that if man
were meant to fly, he'd have wings?"
"Sure!" Scott said.  "But the Wright Brothers sure proved them wrong!"
"Yes!" Becky said.  "But before them, why were all attempts to fly
unsuccesful?"
Scott gave her a blank look and she said, "Because they were based on
the wrong model!  You see, the attempts to produce a machine that could
fly were based on the flight of birds.  People did things like building
a set of wings and strapping them to their arms.  Of course, it didn't
work!  Even though the wings were modeled after bird wings, men didn't
have the strength in their shoulders compared to what a bird has
relative to it's weight and they didn't have the rest of a bird's body,
which is tailor-made for flight.  The earliest attempts to build
airplanes failed for the same reasons.  They tried to imitate birds but
couldn't do so completely.  Only when they abandoned that model did they
succeed.  I applied the same logic to the question of feminine muscle
growth.  I discovered that, in order to ever surpass men in terms of
muscle growth, I needed to abandon the testosterone or male model and
find an alternative way of doing it, a way that would work for women-
and I found it!"

     Becky walked into a room that she used as her laboratory.  Scott
followed.
"Have you ever noticed that, by and large, women are more intuitive than
men and more attuned to emotions and other intangible qualities?  I'm
not making a categorical statement.  There are intuitive and emotional
men.  But you find those qualities in women far more often."
"Well, er, yeah!" Scott said.  "It's Woman's Intuition, I suppose!"
"Yes!  Of course!" Becky said.  "A rather simplistic term- no offense-
for the fact that women are often attuned to things men are barely aware
of!  Precisely what this quality is and why, even I'm not sure of.  But
I've discovered certain combinations of drugs that can stimulate certain
areas of the brain.  These areas, when properly stimulated, have a
profound effect on strength and durability.  I believe that there are
ineffable qualities to the Female mind that, when properly stimulated,
have potentials far beyond that of most men!  But only by moving away
from the wrong model can we realize that potential.  And tonight, Scott,
tonight I am going to put my theories to the test!"
"You mean you're going to take the drug?" Scott said.  "Do you really
think it's safe?"
"Of course it's not safe!" she said.  "It's untested.  But, believe me,
without this on our side, the Ubermench will walk all over us!"
"But why does it have to be you personally, Becky?"
"The drug has to be tailored for the individual!" she said.  "It only
works on women, but even within that context, it has to be
individualized.  I've designed the first injection for myself because I
want to be the one that it happens to first!"
"Why?" he said.
"Maybe I just want to be a hero or, should I say, a heroine?  I've
accomplished so much without receiving any acknowledgements.  I admit
that I want to be big and strong, the embodiment of my own ideals!"
"I love you right now!" Scott said.  "Can't that be enough?"
She caressed his face.
"Dear, sweet Scott!" she said.  "You've accomplished many things in your
lifetime and plan to accomplish many more!  Could you be content to give
up all your dreams and live only to be my husband, striving for no
accomplishments of your own?"
"If it was the only way I could be with you, yes!" he said.
Her eyes misted.
"That is the most heartfelt way of saying 'I love you' that I have ever
heard!" she said.  "And I do love you too, Scott!  Don't ever doubt
that!  But it's not the only way for us to be together!  Could you give
up all personal accomplishement when there was no reason that you
shouldn't be able to be an individual with you're own accomplishments
and still have me?"
"Well, no!" he said.  "I guess I couldn't!  But that's different!  I'm-
you know!"
"A man?" she said.  "No!  It's the same for a woman!  I need my own
accomplishments!  I need this!"

     Scott watched apprehensively as Becky prepared to inject herself.
"This may be very painful!" Becky said.  "I know it won't be easy for
you to watch.  Maybe you should leave for a while!"
"No!" Scott said.  "Something may go wrong!  You may need me!"
"All right!" she said.  "Then let's get started!"
She looked him in the eyes.
"If anything goes wrong," she said, "if I don't make it, I want you to
know how I feel about you!"
"I already know!" he said.  "You haven't totally cornered the market on
intuition and feelings!"
"I know!" she said.
She gently kissed him.  While he was concentrating on the kiss, she
injected herself with the formula.
"I know you love me, so I didn't want you to be tempted to stop me!
Now, we wait!"

     Almost an hour went by and then, Becky said, "Something's
happening!  I feel a tingling in my muscles!  It's like-"
Suddenly, she cried out as the muscle spasms began.
"Are you all right?" Scott cried.
He could see her muscles pulsing, literally pumping and seemingly
getting slightly bigger after each pump.  She began fumbling with her
shirt.
"Scott!  Get my clothes off!" she cried.
"What?" he said, dumbfounded.
"I want to see this!" she said.  "I should have thought of it before!
Please, do it!"
Scott helped her out of her clothes.  Then he helped her over to the
floor-length mirror that stood to one side of the room.  Her muscles
were already noticeably bigger and the process was only beginning.
Becky's neck muscles were pulsing, growing to greater and greater size!
Her shoulders were becoming massive, every detail showing.  Her biceps
and triceps were beyond belief!  There was no doubt why the triceps are
called the triceps.  Scott could clearly see the three separate muscles
that form the back of the upper arm, distinct and defined.  Likewise,
the two separate muscles that form the biceps were very big and clearly
defined.  Her forearms were becoming knotted with muscle.  Her back was
broadening with muscle.  The upper back joined the shoulders looking
like a slab of steel.  Her back tapered down to her relatively slim
waist.  Even her breasts were being affected.  They were slowly growing
to incredible size and roundness without losing any of their firmness.
If anything, the chest muscles now supporting them were making them
firmer and more supported than ever.  Her stomach was cramping as the
muscles grew and tightened, forming perfect sixpack abs.  Her waist was
wider than before but still trim in comparison to her newfound bust and
hip sizes.  Her hips were broadening enough to almost keep up with her
growing bust size.  Her buttocks were becoming full and round.  Her
thighs were pulsing with muscles, growing so dense and wide that the
muscles on the outside of her thighs stood out almost as far as her
hips.  Her calves had become so hard and bulging with muscles that they
resembled huge hearts.  But there was still more!  Her skin was
developing a fantastic tan.  Even her hair was growing, falling down her
back.  She felt as if she had just done a million pushups in five
seconds.  The pain was excruciating.  But there was more to it.  She
could feel her muscles growing not only bigger but also denser, more
resistant to damage.  Likewise her tendons and ligaments were becoming
tougher and even her skeletal structure was hardening.  Her skin was
becoming so tanned and solid that it resembled bronze.  Finally, she
felt the pain srating to subside.  Slowly, she stood up.  Both she and
Scott stared in astonishment for the first thing they noticed was that
she towered over him, his eyes at the level of her breasts!
     Upon measuring herself, Becky discovered that she now stood seven
feet, four inches tall!  Her biceps measured thirty inches when she
flexed and her thighs were forty inches!  Her breasts were 44 DDs- at
least!  Her hair fell to her hips.  Scott stared at her in absolute
slackjawed fascination!
"This feels fantastic!" she laughed.  "I never realized how great it
would feel!  I've never felt like this!  It's like I was sickly and
unhealthy before!  I really wasn't but, compared to this, it feels like
I was!  Oh, Scott!  You have no idea!"
She spun and grabbed him in her arms, lifting him into a powerful hug.
She intended it to be a loving hug but his eyes widened.  She instantly
loosened her grip.
"My back!  My back!" he cried.
She let go and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Even after you loosened your grip, you were still almost breaking my
spine!" he gasped.
"Oh, Scott!  I'll have to learn to be very careful!  I don't know my own
strength anymore!"
She looked him in the eyes and then they kissed passionately.  Although
he had kissed her passionately before and although she loved him, he had
never felt such desire in her kiss before!  It overwhelmed him!  When it
was over, she said, "Okay!  Put your tongue back into your mouth.  We
have all the time in the world for that!  Right now, let's run some
tests!  I need to know how strong I really am!"
Scott was a man in a daze, unable to keep his eyes off of Becky as they
ran their tests.  First, they put her on the scales and found that she
weighed three hundred and ten pounds.  They tried to test her strength
but in every category of lifting (benchpress, clean and jerk,
shoulderpress, squats, deadlifting and so on) it surpassed the maximum
of ten tons that the pressureplate equipment she had invented could
measure!  Sensing her invincibility, she took a nail and pushed it into
her own arm.  The nail bent rather than penetrating.  Then she tried to
cut herself with a knife.  The blade eventually snapped.
"My God!" Scott gasped.  "You're invulnerable!"
"I think that's greatly exxagerating!" Becky laughed.  "But I'm
obviously very tough!  The question is: now what?"
She thought for a moment.
"I know just the thing!" she said.  "And it's poetic justice!"

     Becky stood before her father's desk, Scott standing quietly beside
her.  General Martin was in shock.
"Who I really am will be our little secret!" Becky explained.  "To the
world at large, I will be known as 'Musclegirl'!  Only you two will know
my true identity!  Since I obviously cannot hide my new size and
muscles, we will say that Becky has gone on an extended vacation at your
request!"
For her audience with her father, Becky had chosen a costume that fully
revealed her muscularity, flaunting the fact that she had been right all
along.  She wore a blue haltertop with white stripes.  The two cups were
separate but joined in the middle by a thin but powerful ring.  This had
the combined effect that there was virtually no chance of it's breaking
while creating the illusion that it could happen at any time.  Two
straps went over her shoulders, crossed in the back and went down to
join the back strap of the haltertop.  Other than for the straps, it was
completely open in the back.  In front, her breasts were covered to just
fractionally above the nipples.  The cups dipped in the middle,
revealing ample cleavage.  With her newfound size 44 DD (at least) bust
size, the effect that this had simply had to be seen to be properly
appreciated!  She had designed the halter herself, of course.  Nothing
like it was sold in stores in her time.  She specifically designed it to
emphasize her voluptious breasts that she was so rightly proud of.  She
wore a red thong with white stripes.  The straps went over her
incredible hips!  The middle piece went between her legs and up between
her cheeks, fully revealing her exquisite feminine posterior!  She wore
a pair of red leather, skin-hugging, thigh-high boots!  They were open
in the back of the lower legs, revealing the muscularity of her calves
and on the outsides of the upper legs to display her magnificent thighs!

     General Martin had called a meeting with the staff of his base.
The men were, of course, uncertain as to the nature of the meeting.
"Uh, gentlemen," General Martin began, "I would like you to meet our,
uh, new secret weapon!  Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Musclegirl!"
As they began to wonder what he was talking about, Becky walked into the
room.  Every man present stood in absolute astonishment and awe!
"She will be helping us in our battle for freedom!" General Martin
said.  "Please, walk up and greet her!"
The first thing Becky noticed, to her amusement, was that every man
there seemed to be having trouble walking!  To be sure, they were on
shaky legs from witnessing a sight they considered impossible!  But she
noticed that they kept trying to shift their positions, as if their
crotches were suddenly feeling restricted and in need of adjustments!
Becky pretended not to notice, of course.  But, inside, she delighted in
the effect she was having!  She reminded herself that she was being
treated as an object, not appreciated for her mind!  Well, she had never
been treated this way before!  For the time being, she was going to
enjoy it!
She gestured toward Scott, who stood beside her, wearing a black mask
that included a full hood.
"This is, uh-" she began.
"Her faithful sidekick!" Scott concluded for her, intentionally
emphasizing to her that he didn't mind being in the subordinate role.
"Er, yes!" she smirked.  "My sidekick, uh-"
"The Chauffeur!" he said.
She tried her damndest not to laugh!
"We have some plans to go over!" General Martin said.  "For several
weeks, we've suspected that the Nazis have a secret Supply depot in a
building here in the city!  The problem is that it's located in a
relatively populated area and it's heavily guarded and armored.  We also
suspect it has plenty of firepower!  We could take it out, of course,
but the damage to the surrounding area and the loss of life among the
civilian population would be great!  Of course, any attempt to evacuate
the civilian population would warn the Nazis that we were on to them and
planned to attack!"
"However," Becky said, "I can take out their base quite handily!"
"I have provided, er, Musclegirl with the floor plans of the building
provided by the city!" General Martin said.  "She will proceed from
here!"

     Musclegirl and the Chaffeur walked into a building across the
street from the Nazi stronghold and took the stairs to the roof.
"Do you think you can make the leap?" the Chauffeur asked.
Musclegirl smiled.
"Be a good boy and feel my legs!" she said.
When he hesitated, she said, "I was serious!  You're my faithful
sidekick, after all!  I trust you!  Feel my legs!"
Intoxicated with desire, he knelt and felt her legs, first her thighs
and then her calves.  They were warm and sensuous yet harder than
steel.  They had absolutely no give!  As he felt them, she suddenly
clamped her thighs onto his hands.  He yelped in pain.
"Please, Becky!" he said.  "You're crushing my hands!"
She immediately eased up.
"I've got to learn to be very careful about using my strength!" she
said.  "And call me Musclegirl from now on!  We can never be sure if
someone is listening in!  Okay, Chaffeur?"
"Okay!  Okay!" he said.  "Er, could you let my hands go?"
"Am I still hurting you?" she said.
She could tell by his demeanor that she wasn't.
"Well, no!" he said.  "I just can't get my hands loose!"
"Try to get them loose!" she said.
He pulled with all his strength.
"I can't!" he finally gasped.
She petted him on the head.
"That's okay!" she teased.  "I like your hands there- and other places
once were done with this!"
She released his hands and he stood up.
"Beck- I mean, Musclegirl, you've changed!"
"Only for the better!" she said.  "Right now, I'm giddy with this
strength and healthiness.  You have no idea how good I feel!"
She kissed him passionately.
"Do you think it's for the better?" she said.
"I think it doesn't matter!  I love you either way!"
She kissed him again, this time slowly and tenderly.
"And you keep reminding me why I love you!" she said.  "But to immediate
matters, are you still worried that I can't make the leap?"
"I think you could leap twice that far!" he said.
"At least!" she agreed.  "Now you stay here and stay low!  It's time to
take care of business!  When I get back, I may be in the mood to
celebrate!"
Before he could say anything, she turned and, seemingly without effort,
leaped from a standing start to the adjoining rooftop!

     There were several lookouts on the rooftop but a seven-foot woman
leaping at them from the rooftop across the street was not exactly a
contingency they had planned for.  Before they even knew what was
happening, Musclegirl had landed among them and easily taken out two of
them.  Four others were about to sound the alarm by firing their guns
when another woman appeared out of the shadows and took them out with
precise and lightning fast strikes.  The two women then stood on the
rooftop facing each other.  The other woman was about five feet, ten
inches tall and weighed one hundred and sixty pounds, but all of it was
muscle.  She had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes.  She was
curvaceous and possessed an impressive bustline.  She wasn't anywhere
near the equal of Musclegirl in curves, bustline or muscles, but who
was?  She had apparently taken a large black scarf, cut eyeslits into it
and used it as a mask to cover her upper face.  The rest of her costume
was black martial arts uniform complete with belt.  Finally, Musclegirl
decided to break the ice.
"I'm Musclegirl!" she said.
"That you are!" the other woman laughed.  "I call myself Suffrage!"
"I'm here to destroy this Nazi base!" Musclegirl said.
"So am I!" Suffrage admitted.  "I've had it under surveillance for some
time!  When I saw you leap onto the roof, I decided it was time to act!"

"I guess we can talk in more detail later!  For now, if we're going to
do this, we need to know what the other can do.  I'm superhumanly strong
and can take superhuman amounts of damage!" Musclegirl said.
"I'm a martial artist!" Suffrage said.  "In case that term holds no
meaning for you, let's just say that I am very, very skilled when it
comes to fighting!  By the way, whose the cute guy on the rooftop you
leaped from?"
"Oh, that's the Chauffeur, my, er, faithful sidekick!"
"We also have one other ally!" Suffrage said.  "I'll give the signal!"
Suddenly, Musclegirl's eyes widened.  Appearing from behind a nearby
building was a woman bigger than the two-story building they stood on.
She must have towered twenty feet high.
"Musclegirl!" Suffrage said.  "Meet the Giantess!"

     What followed was a route.  Musclegirl ripped through the
building.  Suffrage was much faster than Musclegirl.  Once Musclegirl
powered her way into a room through a brick wall or a steel door,
Suffrage would leap in and take out the Nazis before they could even aim
a shot at her while Musclegirl was smashing into the next room.  Any of
the Nazis that escaped out into the streets were picked up, literally,
by the Giantess and placed into garbage bins until the authorities
arrived.  All was going smoothly until Musclegirl chased some of the
Nazis into their escape route into the sewers.  She found herself
confronting a huge, muscular Nazi as tall as she was.  She backhanded
him with just enough force to knock him out.  But he didn't even flinch
from a strike that would have knocked out a normal man.  He retaliated
with a punch that sent her smashing into the wall so hard that bricks
shattered and she slumped down, stunned!
"And now, Fraulein," he laughed, "let us see how you fair against an
Ubermench!"

     The Ubermench charged at Musclegirl where she lay stunned against
the wall.  She lashed out with a kick that sent him staggering back.
She climbed to her feet.  Suffrage was busy fighting the remaining Nazis
in the next room.
"Okay!  Now that I'm ready, let's see what you've got!" Musclegirl said.

"Ja, Fraulein!  Once I've beaten you senseless, I will show you exactly
what I've got!"
He followed the sexual innuendo with a fast series of punches to her
face.  He was clearly far more skilled in combat than she was.  She
missed with several punches and kicks as he pummeled her.  She could
tell that she was the stronger of the two if only she could hit him!
Then a thought occurred to her.  Take advantage of what you are and of
what he is!  Suddenly, she grabbed her own haltertop and ripped it off.
Her unbelievably huge and firm breasts stood free and high.  For just an
instant, the Ubermench couldn't help but stare at the most magnificent
breasts, the most fantastic body, he had ever seen, beyond anything he
ever imagined!  In that instant, she threw the hardest punch to the face
that she could possibly manage.  He flew across the room into the wall.
He staggered forward.  Amazingly, he stayed on his feet but he was
hopelessly stunned.
"I can't take any chances!" she thought.
She kicked him in the groin as hard as she could.  The breath exploded
out of him as he doubled over.  She stood next to him as he stood,
bending double, knees wobbling.  He was obviously out on his feet.  She
stepped behind him and said, "Well, I guess I took advantage of what
you've got before you got a chance to show it to me!  Oh well!  Bottoms
up!"
She hauled off and kicked him in the rump, sending him smashing
headfirst into a wall.  He slumped unconscious.

     The military was called in.
"I didn't, er, permanently damage him, did I?" she asked one of the
military personnal.
"Well, I think he'll, er, need an, uh, icepack!" he said.  "But, uh, no,
I, uh, don't think you did any, um, permanent damage!"
He walked away, obviously embarrased to talk to a woman about such a
subject.
"Well," Musclegirl said, "I think we make a good team!"
"Indeed!" Suffrage said.
The Giantess had reduced herself to normal size.  She stood six feet,
four inches tall even at normal size and could grow to a maximum of
about twenty feet!

     Later, Musclegirl, Suffrage, the Giantess and the Chauffeur met in
private.
"If we are truly to work together to help our country," Musclegirl said,
"we have to trust one another.  I'll go first.  My real name is Becky
Martin.  I'm General Frank Martin's daughter."
Suffrage removed her mask, revealing a beautiful face.
"My real name is Tina Arlington.  Someday soon, I'll tell you how I
ended up adapting such a persona as Suffrage!"
The Giantess said, "My real name is Beth Hall.  I'll tell you about
myself one day soon."
The Chauffeur pulled off his mask.
"I'm Scott Miller.  I'm Becky's boyfriend!"
"So is this some sort of official statement here?" the Giantess said.
"We're a team?"
"Teams need names!" Musclegirl said.  "Got any ideas?"
Smiling seductively, Suffrage said, "I've got an idea.  How about the
Femme Fatales?"
"I like the sound of that!" Musclegirl laughed.
"Well, I guess that kind of leaves me out!" Scott said.  "But that's
okay if you'd prefer it be an all-woman team?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Suffrage said.  "I didn't mean to imply that you
wouldn't be on the team.  After all, what is a first year class in
college called?"
"A Freshman?" Scott said.
"Exactly!  FreshMEN!  Yet there are women there!  What is the human race
called?  MANkind!  Maybe this makes a statement about the terminology we
use.  Just because we're the Femme Fatales doesn't preclude having ony
man on the team.  Why can't feminine terminology be inclusive since
masculine terminology is used to include women?"

     Later still, Becky and Scott were alone in her room.  She had
stepped into the bathroom.  From outside, Scott said, "Hey, Beck- er,
Musclegirl, I was thinking, you said something about a reward?"
"I can't hear you!" she said.  "Come in here!"
"Are you decent?"
"Oh, just come in!"
Scott walked in and his heart almost exploded right there.  Musclegirl
had oiled herself up and was sensuously massaging her own muscles.  As
she massaged her own muscular shoulder and bicep, she said, "These
muscles feel so powerful, so good!  But I can't reach everywhere.  Can
you massage me?"
He massaged her back and then she walked to the bed and he massaged her
solid abs and finally her breasts.
Scott groaned, "I hope you know that I'm going to have a heart attack
from all this sexual tension if you don't stop this damn teasing and cut
to the chase real soon!"
She grabbed him and pulled him on top of her!  Her legs wrapped around
his hips.  His face only reached to her breasts.
"So there really is a heaven?" he laughed.
"Oh yeah!" she said.  "You're about to find out that there's absolutely
no place on my anatomy that I don't have muscles- powerful muscles!"