“Doctors and Bodybuilders”
By Dan T, leysdjt@nottingham.ac.uk



“Miss Baroni ?” asked the doctor, emerging from the patient’s room. A tall, tanned 
woman responded by standing. “Would you come in for a moment please ?” She 
walked towards him and he turned to lead the way back into the room. Once they had 
both entered he closed the door behind them so nobody could overhear their 
conversation.
“Your boyfriend will be alright and will make a full recovery – he’s just sleeping 
off the effects of the anaesthetic.” he said, motioning into the centre of the room 
where a man lay motionless in his bed. “However, I still don’t quite understand how 
this came about Miss Baroni…”
“Rio, please” the woman interjected, stroking her blonde hair calmly.
“Errm, OK Rio, would you care to explain to me exactly how he sustained his 
injuries ?”
“I guess it’s my fault,” she said with a sigh. “We were fighting.” 
“What about ?” asked the doctor, beginning to write something frantically on his 
clipboard.
“Oh no, not that sort of fight – we were having a friendly wrestling match together. 
We do it quite often.”
“Wrestling ?” A look of confusion was etched upon the doctor’s face, and it was 
clear that this was not an explanation he had come across many times in his career.
“Yeah, wrestling. Nothing competitive, though. He just likes to feel my body – I’m 
a professional bodybuilder, see, and wrestling me is one of his fantasies.” At this she 
began to remove the jacket she had been wearing, and continued “After all the 
sacrifices he’s made to help me in my career, it’s the least I can do to repay him. He 
likes to feel these arms of mine wrapped tight around him,” at which moment the 
jacket fell away to reveal a short, sleeveless top beneath. The doctor gasped in 
astonishment, as it was not the top that caught his attention. How big were this 
woman’s biceps ? He couldn’t even begin to guess… they were far and away the 
biggest arms he had ever seen on a woman. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember 
ever seeing a man with arms as large as hers. Evidently they were also the biggest 
arms all those waiting in the hallway had seen too, for the doctor had neglected to 
close the blinds, and an awe-struck crowd had appeared at the window just as Rio 
began to flex her massive biceps. 
To his credit, the doctor regained his composure quickly and snapped the blinds 
shut, leaving everyone outside disappointed. Clearing his throat, he began “But your 
boyfriend’s no weakling either – I still don’t see how… aaargh” He broke off 
abruptly, for quick as a flash Rio had darted behind him and wrapped her arm around 
his neck in a headlock.
“What was that you were saying ?” she whispered in his air, her voice laced with 
mock anger. “That you don’t see how I could do this much damage to him ?” With 
this, she squeezed a little harder, tilting his chin upwards slightly, although her grip 
was not so tight as to do him any real harm.
“But you nearly broke his neck in two !” spluttered the doctor, barely able to 
speak.
“I guess I just don’t know my own strength,” she laughed. “When you’ve got a pair 
of 18 inch biceps like mine, you have to be careful what you do with them. But what 
am I saying ?” She paused briefly. “What am I saying ? I do know my own strength. I 
benched 340lbs in training yesterday.” An impish smile crept across her face. “How 
much do you weigh ?”
Without waiting for an answer, she released the headlock and swiftly plucked the 
poor man off his feet and raised him aloft above her head. He could tell from the 
rhythm of her laughter that she wasn’t exerting herself at all in performing this feat of 
strength. Fortunately for the ailing doctor, who was beginning to feel a little dizzy, 
she returned his feet to the plush carpet and stood looking at him mischievously. Only 
now did he fully appreciate how big this woman actually was – when he first saw her 
he would have sworn that the two of them were the same height, but now he could 
clearly see that his eyes were on a level with the tip of her nose, making her at least 
two inches taller than him, even though he stood six feet tall himself.
Despite his good upbringing and the fact that he knew it was rude to stare, the 
doctor couldn’t help letting his eyes roam all over this phenomenal woman. The 
shortness of her top was designed to reveal her bulging six-pack of abdominal 
muscles, which complemented the vast peaks of her biceps perfectly. As he inspected 
her broad, muscular shoulders he noticed that her top was not naturally sleeveless, but 
the sleeves had been ripped off, and he wondered whether this was a deliberate ploy 
to display her superb arms, or if the sleeves had been ripped accidentally as she flexed 
during a workout. Suddenly he felt a wave of embarrassment as his behaviour roll 
over him, and looked away hastily. Taking refuge in his clipboard, on which he had 
long ceased scribbling, he stammered “Um, and, errrm, we also found some bruising 
around his midriff - could you, errrm, possibly offer any reason that ?”
At this Rio tensed her feet to loosen her trainers and kicked them off into a corner 
of the room. Then, very slowly, she peeled her tracksuit legs off an inch at a time so 
as to savour the man’s reaction to what she was about to reveal.
Even though he had expected what he saw, the doctor was still unable to prevent 
himself from crying out in wonder as Rio unveiled her magnificent legs. Although she 
was wearing tight denim shorts down to just above the knee, he was nevertheless 
stunned by the sheer size of her thighs. 
“28 inches round” she announced proudly, as if reading his thoughts. “And these 
calves,” she went on, turning her back to him and stretching them out fully, “are 17 
inches round. That’s not quite as big as my biceps, I admit, but that’s no disgrace.” 
She flashed him a smile and pulled a double-bicep pose to make her point. “Still, my 
friends from the gym are always telling me I don’t exercise my lower body enough 
compared to my upper body. Well, you’re the medical expert – are my legs pitifully 
small and pathetic ?”
As if this question was not easy enough for him, she posed so that all the muscles 
in her legs were standing proudly to attention. Such was the size of her thighs and 
quads that, faced with such extreme pressure, the sides of her tight shorts promptly 
split. Reaching down, she tore some of the shredded denim away before resuming her 
pose, looking at the doctor expectantly.
Attempting to gather himself from the shock of the sudden “rip”, he opened his 
mouth to reply, but found that he could not speak. Walking over to the sink, he poured 
some water into a nearby glass and took several long draughts from it before he 
thought about trying to reply again. “I think they’ll survive,” he finally forced some 
words from his throat, which was a huge understatement. It looked as though she had 
a basketball inserted into each thigh, but the poor man did not have the confidence to 
say this. In fact, he had very little confidence left at all as he stood before Rio – he 
had considered himself a reasonable physical specimen… until now. Rio had, with her 
huge ripped torso and legs throbbing with hard, perfectly formed muscle, shattered all 
these illusions that he had held. But then, from deep within, he felt a surge of pride 
and indignance burn him from within. She was only a woman. What could she do 
compared to a man ? She was lying about her boyfriend’s injuries, he was sure. No 
woman could nearly snap a man’s head off with her bare hands !
Sensing something was wrong, Rio stepped towards him asked provocatively “Is 
something the matter ? Have I hurt your pride ? Are you feeling ashamed of your 
puny little body now that you see a woman with some real muscles ?”
At this insult he could contain himself no more. He flung off his white coat and 
stethoscope before stripping his torso bare, shouting “Let’s fight ! I’ll show you who’s 
puny !” Reckoning that he had at least twenty pounds on her in bodyweight, and 
confident that this would see him triumph easily, he ran towards her; but she side-
stepped his advance nimbly and grabbed him around the waist before slamming him 
down onto his back. Straddling his prostrate body, she knelt with one knee either side 
of his head so as to pin his shoulders to the carpet.
“So you want to fight me now, do you ? Don’t you remember these 18-inch guns?” 
she mocked him openly, flexing first her left bicep to its limits, then her right, before 
flashing him the double-bicep pose that she had shown him earlier. “Don’t you 
remember how I tossed you around like a doll ?” 
Her blue eyes stared down into his – of course he remembered, and it was not an 
experience that he was likely to forget so soon. She lifted her knees to release him and 
he lay in a dispirited heap on the floor gazing up at her. She had, despite her supreme 
physical condition, begun to perspire a little in the small, stuffy room, and her 
washboard stomach was glistening with moisture, the bright lights dancing around 
amidst the protruding muscles.
He rose slowly, catching his breath as he did so for the body slam has winded him 
somewhat, and thought. It was clear that this woman was far superior to him in 
strength, and he would be the worse for continuing this vain battle, but in a strange 
way he was actually enjoying the torture she was inflicting upon his helpless body, 
and he wasn’t about to let it end so soon. Again he advanced, slower this time, with 
his hands held out offering the classic test of strength.
“OK, if that’s what you want,” Rio shrugged her huge shoulders and raised her 
own hands to meet his. She felt him begin to push, and provided just enough 
resistance to prevent him from gaining any ground. It was amusing to watch him 
straining with all his might against her – his face was turning beetroot red and he was 
sweating profusely. Seeing her smile only made him redouble his efforts, to no avail.
“You do realise I can crush apples with my hands, don’t you ?” she asked him, 
finally beginning to push, squeezing his hands tightly as she did so. She forced him 
arms downwards, leaving him no option but to follow them downwards until he was 
kneeling on the floor before her. “Oh, I didn’t mention that ? I’m so sorry, that was 
very inconsiderate of me… but you should really have guessed that my hands were 
pretty powerful by now, shouldn’t you ? Every other part of me is…” Suddenly she 
released his hands and, in a display of great agility somersaulted him, catching his 
neck between her legs as she leapt. He gasped for air as she gradually tightened her 
grip, and spots began to appear before his eyes. Her 25-inch thighs pulsed with 
muscle as she squeezed tighter and tighter, and looking down at them even Rio was 
surprised by their definition. Letting her gaze wander, although not relaxing the hold 
for a second despite the spluttering of the doctor, she inspected her stomach with a 
sense of pride. All the extra work she had been putting in at the gym recently was 
beginning to pay great dividends – she had nearly doubled the amount of reps she was 
doing per day, and although she was finding it extremely tough going she was 
delighted that she had decided to do so. She had never been in better condition – 
totally ripped from head to toe, with incredible peaks in all the places that the judges 
looked. She was a sure thing for a high placing at the Nationals next month, of that 
she was confident. Then, remembering that she had a man scissored between her 
colossal legs, she called out to him “Do you submit yet ?” There was no answer. 
Concerned, Rio sat up and looked at him. He had ceased his spluttering and was 
showing no signs of consciousness. 
She released the hold at once, and his body slumped to the floor, the slight rising of 
his chest and the bulge that had developed in his trousers the only signs of life.
“Oh hell, not again,” Rio muttered to herself. “What is it with men - why are they 
all such wimps ?” She stood up, pulling her tracksuit legs up over her decimated 
shorts, and retrieved her trainers. She made to put on her jacket, but then stopped with 
a smile, looking down at the gigantic peaks on her arms, even though her biceps were 
relaxed. Instead she slung it over her shoulder, thinking “You really don’t know your 
own strength, do you Rio ?” And with that, she opened the door and strode 
confidently out into the hallway, where she turned a host of heads and caused many 
jaws to drop as she left the building.