A Disagreement at School
By  SJN
A young female bodybuilder discovers that lifting weights improves more than her appearance.


Janice Moore was a shy, pretty girl, five feet, six inches tall, with long 
light-brown hair and blue eyes.  She was a senior in high school and would turn 
nineteen in four months.  Eighteen months ago she read in a magazine that 
bodybuilding could improve her appearance, and she had begun a serious program 
to build up her slender muscles.  To her surprise, the program was working much 
better than she expected.  Jan was delighted with the improvement it had made in 
her thin frame.  She was very proud of her improving development, and wanted to 
look as good as her genetics would allow.  But she did not want to show off, she 
hated it when she saw other girls do it.  She just wanted to feel free to show 
herself unashamedly and freely, like the other good-looking girls in school did.

When she started the program she weighed 115 pounds, now she weighed 135.  The 
difference in her appearance was striking.  Since she began, she had gained 
nearly three and a half inches on her calves.  They now measured over 14 and a 
half inches, and had the long, diamond shape that she wanted.  Her thighs had 
increased by over four and a half inches to 22 and a quarter inches, and looked 
nicely muscular.  Her waist was a tight and trim 23 inches.  Her chest 
measurement was now 41 and a half, a gain of just over eight inches.  Her 
shoulders looked impressively wide now.  The added thickness of her shoulders, 
increased width of her back, and depth of her chest, all combined to give her a 
stunning, more powerful look.  Jan was most proud of her biceps.  Her upper arms 
were almost three and a half inches thicker since she started the program.  They 
now measured over 14 and a half inches.  It was becoming very obvious that Jan 
Moore was a bodybuilder.  But she still battled her lingering shyness.

It was the third week of March, and after a long gray winter, the day promised 
to be a nice one.  Because of her previously skinny appearance, Janice used to 
keep as much of her body covered as possible; usually by wearing jeans and big 
T-shirts.  Now, she looked more presentable, and in spite of her latent shyness, 
Jan decided to wear her new mini-skirt and show her newly muscular legs for the 
first time.  She rationalized that there was no use to try to hide her body any 
longer because everybody seemed to know that she was in a bodybuilding program.  
She was getting so muscular that she could no longer conceal the fact.  And part 
of her did not want to hide it anyway.  She was proud of the improvement it had 
made in her appearance.  She chose a white sleeveless blouse to go with her Pale 
blue mini-skirt.

Jan laced up her white running shoes, and looked at herself in her wall mirror 
one last time.  She was so proud of what she saw.  Her long legs no longer 
looked like straight, shapeless sticks.  They now had some shape to them; and it 
was muscle.  She put her feet together and felt a thrill as the inner contours 
of her calves touched.  Finally, her legs looked as muscular as those of the 
other girls at school that she admired, maybe even a little more so.  Especially 
her thighs.  Jan knew that this was because her lower level of bodyfat allowed 
more of the actual shape of her muscles to show.  Her legs were still not as 
muscular as she would have liked, but she was still working on that.  And they 
were nicely tanned.  To maintain her tan, Jan had been going to the tanning 
salon on Saturdays.  She had every reason to want to show her new body, but she 
was still afraid. 

She took a deep breath, gathered her book bag and lunch cooler, called good bye 
to her mom, and went out the door.  As she walked the six blocks to school, the 
cool morning breeze brushed her bare legs.  It made her feel strange.  She loved 
the feeling, but it made her feel like she was half naked.  Part of her wanted 
to run home and put on more clothes.  But she kept on going, her heart racing.

As Jan approached her locker, Mary, her friend, was approaching from the 
opposite direction.  Her dark eyes widened when she saw Jan, and she smiled.
"I see that you finally decided to show your stuff."
"Yea," Jan sighed.  "I got tired of hiding."
"I was wondering when you were going to let us see some of your new muscle."
Karen was stunned.  "You mean, you could see a difference?"
"Sure.  You shouldn't have waited.  You look great."
"Uh, thanks."
Just then, their friend, Cindi joined them.  She was grinning.
"What's so funny," Jan asked, feeling hypersensitive about her legs.
"I was walking about fifty feet behind you and you should have the seen the 
heads turn as you went by."
"Really?"  Jan was both pleased and embarrassed.  Wearing a mini-skirt was no 
big deal at school.  Most the girls did it from time to time.
"I'm not surprised," Mary said, "Your appearance has changed so much since last 
year."
"Yea," Cindi said, "I see that your legs have changed like your arms have."
"Is that good?" Jan asked, wondering if her friends thought she was still too 
skinny.
"Mm, I don't know," Cindi said.  "I guess it's okay if you want to look muscular 
like that."
"You don't like it?" Jan asked, cringing inside.
Cindi looked her over and considered for a moment.  Jan had a sinking feeling.  
If Cindi had to think about 
this at all, then she must not like the way she looks.
Finally Cindi said, "I don't know.  You look too muscular to me; especially your 
arms.  I wouldn't want to look that hard, but if you want to look like that, 
it's okay with me."
"I used to look skinny."  Jan said, trying to put it in perspective.
"I guess you did," Mary put in, "but you sure don't now."
"I think you might be going too far in the other direction," Cindi added.
"I'm just trying to improve myself," Jan said defensively.  She felt awkward 
with all this attention from her friends.
Mary grinned, "I think you look fine.  You looked pretty thin last winter, but I 
believe you have fixed that problem.  I want you to tell me about this exercise 
program you are on, because it has done wonders for you.  You look fantastic."
Jan blushed.  She felt a strange mixture of pride and self-consciousness.  
"Thanks," she said simply.

Just then, Jan saw Rick Thomas and two of his friends, Mark Johnson and Matt 
Davis, approaching.  Rick was in a couple of her classes and was handsome and 
friendly.  She liked him, but he hung out with the cheerleaders and other jock 
girls.  She figured that he would never notice a shy, quiet girl like her, but 
he was coming right toward her.  Jan's stomach turned into a tight knot of ice.  
Her heart started beating even faster than it had been.  
"Oh no," she whispered.  
Cindi saw them coming.  "You might as well get used to this, dear."

"Whoa," Rick said as he lurched to a stop.  "Check this out, guys."
Mark and Matt already were.
"Hi, Jan," Rick said with a smile.
"Hi," Jan said shyly.  Her heart was pounding so hard she wondered if the boys 
could hear it.
"Somebody told me that you work out with weights," Rick said with a grin.  "Is 
that true?"
"Um, yes," Karen said, as her heart pounded.
"Cool," Rick said.  "Would you flex for us ?"
"Really, guys, not here," she said as she looked around the busy hallway.  These 
were three cute guys and she was feeling very bashful.  Plus Jan was hoping to 
get out of flexing, the hallway was crowded with kids.
"Aw, come on," Ron urged.  
"Are you ashamed of them?" Mark said.
"Naw," Ron said, "she's just shy."
All three of the boys had an expression of eager anticipation.

Jan's mind raced.  The hiding game was over.  Ron had already told two of his 
friends about her, it would not be long before news of her development was all 
over the school.  And she had accepted the idea that she was a bodybuilder.  
Mary had told her that in spite of her efforts to hide it, everyone could see 
it.  And Jan loved the way she looked now.  So what was the big deal?  These 
guys had asked her to flex.  It is not like she was flaunting herself to an 
uninterested audience.  Just relax and show your stuff, she said to herself.  
Still, it was hard to break the mental habit of trying to hide her new body.  
Finally, Jan shrugged and took a step away from the lockers so she would not hit 
them with her elbow.  Her heart was beating rapidly.  

Jan had never flexed for anyone at school before, though she had been practicing 
poses in the privacy of her bedroom for months.  "I'm not sure this will be 
worth your time," she said nervously.
"I am," Ron said with a grin of anticipation.  The two other boys were grinning 
too.  Some of the other kids stopped to watch.

She took a breath, lifted her arms and flexed.  And she blushed.
The three boys' faces reflected their surprise and admiration.  True to Ron's 
word, Janice Moore had the most muscular arms they had ever seen on a girl.  
Each of her biceps bulged up as big as an oval tennis ball, and lines of muscle 
showed faintly on them.  Her triceps formed a nice arc of muscle on the bottom 
of each arm.

"Wow." Mark said.  
"What did I tell you," Ron grinned.
"You were right," Matt added, "Killer arms."
"Now, show us your Triceps," Ron said.

Reluctantly, Jan lowered her arms, turned her side to the three boys, joined her 
hands behind her, and flexed.The three boys were silent as they admired the 
sculptured contours of Jan's exceptionally developed triceps.  They had never 
seen a girl with triceps as thick and detailed as this girl's.

"Wow," Mark repeated after a couple of seconds of study.
Matt was silent with stunned admiration.  He exchanged looks with Ron and Mark.
"That is awesome," Ron said with quiet amazement.

As she relaxed her pose, Jan felt proud that these boys liked her arm muscles.  
All this time she had been mentally preparing herself for rejection and 
ridicule, not compliments.  She did not know how to handle compliments.

Rick added, "You have really great-looking legs, too."
Jan blushed again.  She felt totally naked before these boys.  And nervous.  She 
was only vaguely aware that there was a small crowd of kids around them now.  
"Oh, um, thanks," she said stupidly.  She realized again that she had been 
expecting rejection like Cindi's a moment ago.

"Show us your quads," Rick said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Jan blushed and looked at him for a second.  He seemed to know that there was 
probably something there to show.  She hesitated for a moment, but she had gone 
this far, she might as well get this over with, too.  She shrugged, bent her 
knees slightly and felt her thigh muscles harden under her skin.  Her mini-skirt 
only covered about half of her thighs so there should be something for them to 
see.  But just to be sure, she pinched two bits of her skirt material and pulled 
the hem three inches higher.

Just as Rick had suspected, when Jan bent her knees, each of her thighs broke 
into several long bundles of muscle that ran from her knees, up her thighs and 
disappeared under her skirt.

The three boys looked at her flexed leg muscles in stunned silence for a second.  
"Wow," Mark whispered.
"Man," Matt mumbled.
"Nice," Rick added.

Jan relaxed her legs and said, "Was that... okay?"  She was smiling shyly but 
she felt awkward and a little confused.  Inwardly, she was pleased and proud 
that these guys liked her legs, but she had never been the object of admiration 
before and had no idea how to act.
"Yea," Rick said.

"Show us your calves," Rick persisted.
Jan gave him a look.  She was not really mad, but she did not appreciate being 
but on the spot again.  
"How do I do that?" she asked.  They could already see her calves, what more 
could she do?
"Just turn around and stand on your tip-toes," Rick said.
Jan shrugged and complied with the request.
As Jan stood on her tip-toes, she waited for some reaction from the boys behind 
her.

Rick, Matt, and Mark stared at the splendid diamond-shaped contours of Jan's 
flexed calf muscles for two full seconds in appreciative silence.
Finally, Mark muttered, "Awesome."
"Very nice," Matt added.
"Beautiful," Rick said.

Jan lowered her heels and turned to her admirers again.
"Well, do I pass the test?" she said with an amused grin.  She still felt a 
little shy, but she was becoming more comfortable flexing for these guys.
"Yes," Rick said.  "I'll give you a solid ten."
"Nine and a half," Matt said.
"Four," Mark said with a mischievous gleam in his blue eyes.
"Four?" Jan said, trying to sound hurt.  She stuck out her lower lip and blinked 
at imaginary tears in her eyes.
"Just kidding," Mark amended quickly.

"Thanks for wearing that dress today," Rick said with a pleased grin.
"Yea," Mark agreed.
Matt just grinned.
"Um, you're... welcome," Jan said with a shrug of uncertainty.  Was that the 
correct response to a compliment?

The bell rang and the group of kids began drifting toward their classes.
Jan reached for her books and said, "See you later."


Among the crowd of kids that had watched Jan's posing session were three boys 
who saw her from a different perspective.
"She's a tough-looking girl, isn't she," Donny Martin said to his two pals.
"Yea," Paul Huffman agreed.  "She sure has changed since last semester."
"I'd like to see how tough she is under that mini-skirt," Brian Bell said with a 
sneer.
"Yea," Paul said, "I'll bet she is a fine lay."
"I doubt it," Donny said.  "I think she'd be a cold fish."
"Maybe," Brian said.  "But I'd like to find out.  And if she is, I'd like to 
warm her up a little."
The three boys walked to their first class with aggressive ideas fomenting in 
their minds.

For Jan, the rest of the day was filled with compliments from both boys and 
girls.  Seven guys asked her for a date, and Donny was among them.  As usual, 
she declined them all.  In spite of her growing pride in her increasingly 
muscular body, she was still too shy to date guys she did not know well.  
Besides, Friday was always a workout night for her.

After school, three different guys stopped to talk with Jan and by the time she 
got free, the school was nearly deserted.  Janice walked to her locker with her 
head still swimming from all the compliments and admiring looks she had received 
that day.  She realized anew that she finally looked different, everyone could 
see it.  She nearly had achieved the muscular look that she wanted.  Another 
wave of pride and gratitude washed through her as she thought about it.

As she turned the corner in the hall where her locker was located, she was 
almost knocked down by three boys coming out of the boys restroom.

"Well, looky here," Brian Bell said with an evil grin.
"Yea," Paul added, "it's muscle girl."
"Hi, Jan," Donny said.  "Want to reconsider that date with me?"

Jan's heart started to pound as she saw the aggressive leers of the three boys.  
Their eyes were roving over her like she was a centerfold.

"Oh, um, hi."  She said, trying to act cool.  She stepped back and turned to go 
to her locker.  She wanted to get away from these slime-balls as fast as 
possible.  The hallway was empty, and she wondered if there were any teachers 
still in their rooms in case these guys tried anything.
"Hey," Brian said grabbing her upper arm, "Where you goin' muscle girl."  
"Yea," Paul added.
"Let go of me," Jan said through gritted teeth, as she tried to pull her upper 
arm from the strong grip of the boy.
"Relax, honey," Brian said as he tightened his grip on her upper arm.  He was 
amazed at the size and hardness of her arm muscles.  They were so thick that it 
was hard to keep a tight grip on her arm.
As Jan struggled, Donny grabbed her other arm and she was held tightly between 
the two boys.
"Just hold still and nobody will get hurt," Donny said.

Hurt?  Jan felt a combination of mounting terror and anger.  She hoped these 
guys were just trying to frighten her and nothing more.  But if they planned 
more, she would have to fight.  Janice was not a fighter; she had never fought 
anyone before.  She wondered what she would do, and she wondered what she could 
do.

"Let go of me or I'll scream," Jan said as menacingly as she could.  She hoped 
someone was around to hear her if she did.  She realized as soon as she said it 
that it sounded stupid.  She wished she could have said, let go of me or I'll 
knock the crap out of you.  But she was not sure what she would do if they did 
not let go of her, she had never been in this kind of situation before.

"Oh, yea?" Brian said with an evil grin.  "I don't think you will."  He looked 
at Paul and said, "Here," indicating that he wanted the other boy to take her 
arm.  
As they changed hands on her arm, Jan screamed as loudly as she could.  "Help!"
"Shut Up!" Brian snarled as he drew his hand back and delivered a powerful slap 
to Jan's face.  The smack of his had on her cheek echoed loudly in the empty 
hallway.

The force of the blow rocked Jan's head to the side and cut off her scream.  An 
explosion of pain lit up her left cheek and she tasted blood.  Tears blurred her 
vision as she looked at her attacker.  She was scared, but a growing fire of 
anger boiled within her.
"Don't try that again," Brian said with a satisfied gloat.  The pink print of 
his hand contrasted with the smooth tanned skin of her cheek.

"Let's take her in here," Brian motioned toward an empty classroom.
Janice Moore blinked away her tears and screamed again.  This time a fist 
stopped her cry for help and turned it into a cry of pain.

The powerful punch landed next to her mouth on her left cheek with such force 
that it snapped her head to the side.  Jan's knees collapsed from the shock and 
pain, and the two boys holding her arms had to bare her full weight.  Blood 
welled from her split lips and cut cheek, filled her mouth and began to drip off 
her chin onto her blouse.  

"Get her in here," Brian motioned toward the empty classroom again.

It took several seconds for the injured girl to recover.  As the two boys 
holding her arms began to carry her toward the classroom, Jan blinked back tears 
as she tried to focus her eyes.  The whole side of her face was stinging and 
throbbed with agony.  She had never hurt this badly in her life.  But as her 
knees gained strength again and she stood up, she realized that it was time to 
go on the offensive.  She was scared and mad.  Suddenly, all her anger and pain 
was channeled into a simple plan of action.

Before the two boys holding Jan's arms could carry her through the classroom 
door, she quickly lifted both her legs until her thighs were against her chest, 
then rammed her feet into the back of Brian Bell, sending he stumbling into 
several desks the classroom.  He fell cursing to the floor.  A few seconds 
later, Brian emerged from the room, limping slightly.  He came straight toward 
her with an expression of surprise and fury.  He stepped up to the captive girl 
and drew back his fist to hit her again.  Suddenly, her leg shot out and her 
foot landed between his legs with such force that it lifted him off the floor.  

A strangled gasp of agony escaped his throat as he landed against the desks in 
the classroom behind him and crumpled to the floor.  

Nikes just do it again, she thought to herself.  And four sets of squats each 
week for the last year or so.  And for the last month she had done each set with 
250 pounds across her shoulders.  She was delighted with the added shape they 
had given to her thighs.  She did not realize until now that they had also given 
her thighs exceptional strength.  Enough to punt a 175 pound molester about 
three feet.

The two boys holding the girl were momentarily stunned.  Jan felt their 
slackened grip and twisted free.  She turned to Donny and with deliberate 
precision jabbed her finger deeply into his left eye socket.  The boy screamed 
and twisted away as his hands flew up to protect his face.

Jan turned around to face her remaining attacker just as he drew his arm back to 
hit her.  She was too close to avoid him and his punch caught her off balance.  
His fist glanced off her bloody cheek as Jan tried to duck.  The force of the 
punch sent her stumbling into the lockers across the hall, and Paul followed 
after her.  "You stinkin' bitch," he snarled as he approached her.

Shaking off the pain and dizziness, Jan got her feet under her and charged him.  
He drew back his arm to hit her, as Jan punched him in the stomach with all her 
might.

The boy froze in mid-punch and bent forward slightly with a grunt as his 
expression changed from one of menacing evil to one of surprise and pain.  Jan 
quickly drew her arm back and hit him in the stomach again.  Paul folded up 
around her fist with a strangled gasp and fell to his knees.  

Jan stepped back from the disabled boy, amazed at the power of her punch.  All 
those bench presses did more than just build muscle, she thought, as she drew 
back her fist.  With all her strength she delivered a roundhouse upper-cut to 
the down-turned face of Paul Huffman.  The force of the punch flipped the boy 
backward and his head slammed into the wall of lockers on the far side of the 
hallway with a bang.  He fell to the floor and lay still as two rivers of blood 
ran down each side of his face from his broken nose.

Jan looked down at her stinging hand.  It was smeared with blood and it had a 
cut on the second knuckle.  Fighting is rough work, she thought to herself.  

A movement to her left caused her to turn.  Donny Martin was coming at her; Jan 
had almost forgotten about him.  He was squinting from her finger jab earlier, 
but he looked evil.  He mumbled obscenities as he grabbed her neck and started 
choking her.  Janice tried to hit him as he drove her back against the lockers, 
but his arms were longer than hers and she could not land any effective punches.  
Spots flashed before Jan's eyes as she felt his strong fingers dig into her 
throat.  He started banging her head against the lockers as he choked her.  Jan 
saw stars as her head was slammed into the hard metal wall again and again.  
With desperate determination, Jan reached up between his outstretched arms and 
rammed her right index finger into his right eye socket.  She felt her finger 
slide past his wet eyeball as he screamed and twisted away from her.  He was 
blind in both eyes now.

Jan leaned against the lockers to catch her breath and watched Donny stumble 
around the hallway cursing, both his hands covered his injured eyes.  Just then, 
two male teachers came running up to her.

"Are you okay," one of them said.  She had seen him around school but did not 
know his name.  The other teacher was Mister Fentress, her homeroom teacher.  
Jan nodded.  She was not as okay as she would have liked.  Blood still oozed 
from her cut mouth, and her lips and cheek were beginning to swell.  Her white 
blouse was spattered with drops of blood, and her hair was messed up.  Her head 
was pounding.  But in another sense, she was fine.  She had just beaten up three 
boys, single-handedly.

"What happened?" Mr. Fentress said.
"These guys... tried to attack me," Jan panted.
He looked around, then said, "It looks like they were unsuccessful."
"I think I changed their minds," Jan said with a bloody grin.