BATTLE OF THE SEXES part 3 by Mr Shhh mrshhh@home.com Tim awoke only a moment after Tina... He decides not to move. He remains silent, feigning a deep sleep like a kid faking being sick for school and watches his lovely companion slip out of bed. A few weeks had passed since that night with the school girl outfit, and noticeable changes had appeared in Tina. Perhaps noticeable was an understatement. As she stands naked with her back to him, he wonders if there would ever be a day that she could once again fit through a door. Even going through sideways was beginning to be a problem. Her back, which had never been particularly slim, was now of such a sizable width, that it's relaxed span blocked most of his view of the room. Tim watches as Tina tries to squeeze herself into an undershirt the size of a garbage bag. He remembers the increasingly difficult time she'd been having lately getting any of her clothes to fit. Even her men's XX-large sweaters, which used to be her only choice to truly conceal herself, were now worse then a tight fit. Sleeves that would've been baggy on Hulk Hogan would only go down to her mid-forearms and looked like they'd been shrunk in the wash. In fact, Tina was getting to the point that no matter what she wore, regardless of how big it had been on her in the past or how elastic it was, wasn't going to hide her tremendous physique. "Hey!" Tina shouts suddenly, snapping Tim out of his daze. "How long have you been awake you perv?" "I can't help it baby, you're retardedly sexy!" Tina smiles and looks down at her body. The tiny pair of white cotton panties and the ultra-stretched undershirt she's wearing leave little to the imagination. "Mmm, yeah, I guess I am pretty hot." Tina put her hands behind her head and lightly flexes her stomach. Abs the size of baseballs sprout from under her skin and threatened to tear through it. "Sweet Christmas!" Tim shouts aloud, watching the hot muscle girl before him flex her sizzling midriff. "Watch a minute. This is sooo cool!" Tina strains and pushes her torso harder. Veins bulge out from under her panties, snake around her bellybutton and run up her stomach. Within seconds, a network of veins appear all over her flexed midriff. "I've been dieting really, really hard since I started on the program. It's been tough, even for me, but check this out." Tina grunts and bites her lip. She flexes even harder still and twists her upper body. Striations as deep as fingers appear all over her stomach and feather every single ab individually, pronouncing their unreal separation. Tim swears it looks as if someone stuffed softballs under her skin and pulled it as tight as they could. Veins roll over every single ab, bunching up in the deep valley between them in a bluish mass. With one last grunt, her abs bulge to the max, creating a mountainous ridge so large that her cute little belly button looks like it's about to split open. "Not bad huh? That's what 2000 sit-ups a day with a 150 pounds on your back get'cha," Tina smirks. Tim pulls the sheets over his head. Half an hour later, Tim's sitting in the kitchen when Tina finally emerges from the bathroom. He does a double take as she passes by. "Holly crap! Are you going out dressed like that?" Tina puts on a pair of headphones as she heads to the door. "Like what?" Tim takes a long look at her as she starts to put on her running shoes. She's wearing an orange T-shirt that's stretched so tightly across her chest, that her nipples are perfectly clear and look as if they're about to tear through the it. The sleeves of the shirt are in a similar state and barely leave room for the network of veins that are constantly bulging from Tina's striated body. Her pretty ass is desperately trying to escape their small lycra shorts prison, and bulge ominously with each movement of her colossal legs. Everything's topped off with a cute baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses. "You're nuts. You're going to get arrested in that outfit." Tina smiles an evil smile. "You think it's bad now, wait 'till I've been sweating for an hour and I'm totally pumped." Tim sputter up some coffee. "You're starting to cop an attitude She-Ra. Better watch it, or I'll have to dish out a serving of whup-ass." Tina gives Tim the finger and heads out the door. Tim gets up and goes after her. He sticks his head out into the hall and calls to her as she heads towards the front door of the building. "How long'll you be gone?" "I'm only doing 15 miles today. Should be back in a couple of hours" "Don't forget that we're having diner at my parents house tonight. They've been dying to meet you and I can't hold them off any longer." An apartment door suddenly opens beside Tina and a man in his housecoat appears. He picks up the paper in front of her feet, then looks up. He stares at the muscle bound teenager standing in front of him. "We're having a conversation here." She says offhandedly The man puts the paper back on the floor and closes the door. "I'm working out until 7. I'll have to meet you," Tina continues with Tim. "I'll leave directions on the fridge. Oh, and Tina?" The shamefully cute 18 year old looks back at him, pouting her bee-stung lips. "Dress conservatively. I'm, you know..." "Embarrassed about me?" "It's my folks. They're like... old." "Don't worry. I've got the perfect outfit in mind." An hour later, Tina's jogged 7 miles across town. The term "jogged" is used rather loosely, as she keeps up a pace that would kill an Olympic runner. Not only is the path she's taking up the steepest slopes of the city, but it's also blazingly hot on this fine Sunday morning. Tina gets a long stare from each and every person that passes her by. The reason isn't much of a mystery. Her shirt's been soaked with sweat since sprinting up the 3000 stairs that connect the lower and upper parts of the running path. It went virtually transparent and started popping stitches after outrunning most of the cross-town traffic. Her lycra shorts had split after racing a woman's dog up the sheer side of a grassy hill in the park and winning after it petered- out halfway up. Now it was time to stop. Not because she was tired mind you, rather because she was bored. "Damn! I'm going to have to start carry weights on these morning jogs," Tina thinks as she pulled out a bottle of water and started guzzling it down. "Maybe if I carry a couple of hundred pounds and double my speed up the path I'll get more of a work-out." Tina chuckles to herself. "I can't believe this trail isn't steep enough anymore. Maybe I can get permission to use the stairwell of some downtown skyscraper. Yeah, that and a backpack with a half-dozen 50 pound plates-" Tina halts her train of thought. As she finishes off her 2 Litter bottle of water, she notices that literally all activity in the park has come to a stop. In fact, everyone in the immediate area has their eyes firmly fixed on the 5 foot 5, 288 pound teenager in front of them. "Hmm. A captive audience." Tina finishes her water and crushes the plastic bottle. "Tina, you are such a naughty girl. Yeah... and you love it. Now lets have some fun." Tina pulls the earphones out of her ears and pretends to do some stretches. She turns her back to the onlookers and slowly begins to spread her lats. She moans slightly and smiles as she flexes, creating a lewdly erotic image right there in broad daylight. Tina's sweaty back expands incredibly, increasing from it's relaxed state by several feet. The heavy, meaty slabs of muscle packed on her back defy logic and just keep expanding, stretching her orange shirt more and more. Tina hear sighs and comments from the audience. Some seem turned on, others are disgusted. She loves it all, and pushes harder. Finally finished her flex, (having expanded her back to a width of more than 4 and a half feet) Tina rotates her shoulders, feeling the deep muscles stretching, then relaxes. Next, she checks her watch. This is simply an excuse to flex her arm straight out in front of her. As she checks the time, she grips her hand in a fist and strains the muscles all the way up her arm. They flex with steel strength, bulging out instantly and feathering with intense striations. (Tina's body fat level has become so low as a result of intense dieting, that her skin has taken on a nearly transparent quality. She looks as if someone had simply painted the muscles under her skin a deep bronze. She had become a human anatomy chart, ghoulishly illustrating every muscle in her body with pinpoint accuracy.) Tina notices one guy in particular staring right at her. "An arm-chair muscle fan. Lets say hello." Tina approaches the stunned on-looker, and lays on the thickest cute teenager act she can muster. "Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, but my watch seems to have stopped. You don't happen to have the time do you?" Tina stands before the nervous spectator, literally oozing sexual power. Her body is soaked with sweat, and little trickles of it drip from her skin. Her short hair is wet, and sticks to her tree trunk-like neck and forehead. She seems to be getting a little excited, as her nipples are fully erect and hard as stone. It's only a matter of time before they tear right through her over-burdened shirt. The sleeves of her men's XXX-large T-shirt are stretched so tightly that the slightest movement could completely destroy them. Veins bulge from beneath the orange material and run down her biceps, meeting dozens of others at her forearms and neck. Her legs are obscene pillars of sliced meat, cut to the bone and shredded from ankle to waist. Veins run out of the crotch of her bike shorts and guide a steady stream of sweat across the pits and valleys of her thighs and to her 30 inch calves. The dude stands there, ignoring the rapidly melting ice- cream cone in his left hand, and simply stares at Tina. Tina smiles cutely while waiting for his answer and softly bite her lip. "Um... that's okay. I'm ahead of schedule anyway. Perhaps you could give me you opinion about something?" The dude says nothing. He appears to be in a coma. Tina holds her arms out in front of her and twisted her wrists. Her horseshoe triceps explode and veins wrapped around her forearms like so much knotty rope. "You might have noticed I'm a bodybuilder. I'm preparing for a championship in a few months and I need some advice." Tina makes two tight fists and begins slowly and rigorously flexing and unflexing her arms. Blood begins to pump into her already bloated arms and the muscles appearing to swell larger and stronger. The dude finally mutters an astonished word. "-Guh!" Tina gives her arms one last deep flex, and the stitches on her sleeves start to pop one by one. They tear open the shirt up to her shoulders, allowing a floodgate of bulging bronze beef to pour out . "Whoops! That was my biggest shirt! Guess I'll need something bigger than a 30 inch arm width. Anyway, what I need to know is... do you think my arms are striated enough? See, I've really been focusing on my diet for the last month or so, and I need to know if I'm lean enough yet. Can you see the muscles very well?" The dude nods his head viscously. "-Yuh!" "Hmmm. Do you think I can do better?" The dude shakes his head just as hard. "N-!" "-Yeah, I think I can improve too. I think I need to diet harder and shred these babies to the extreme. There must be a percent or two of body fat left that I can lose. Maybe I'll even add another five or six inches onto my biceps while I'm at it." Tina suddenly goes into a double bicep pose and tears the already mangled shirt sleeves completely open. Her biceps bulge so far that her shirt is rips open right up to her neck. A pair of vein covered, sweat soaked, tendon shredded 33 inch monsters explode out of the orange material with unbelievable fury. "Anyway, thanks for your help. Maybe if you're here next week, you can check my progress. I do this route every Sunday." With that, Tina starts up on her jog again, heading back down the route she came. (Flash foreword one week. It's pouring rain, and the park is completely deserted, save one person. The dude sits by the water fountain, completely soaked and holding a package of flowers.) To be continued... PREVIEW!! - Battle of the sexes part 4 "Ummm.... Mom, Dad... this is T-Tina." The couple turn to look and are absolutely horrified by what stands before them. What's most apparent is that Tina has totally dis- regarded Tim's request for subtle attire. Instead, she wears a beautiful but shockingly sexy light pink mini-skirt. It's painted to her shocking body and leaves her legs, shoulders, arms, and entire back completely exposed. On top of this, the rain has soaked the microscopic dressy-thing right through showing off her sexy bra and minuscule panties lewdly. Tina's body is painfully cut and obviously pumped. It looks as if she just did four hours of extreme weight training. Every vein is bulging, every muscle is shredded, every line is cut straight to the bone. Tina smiles cutely and adjusts her throbbing, slab-like thighs. Shredded tear-drop muscles ripple and shift, causing her already illegally short miniskirt to ride up past her soaked panties. "Hello" Tina says shyly, pulling her stringy bangs from her beautiful face. No one can find anything to say. Tim's parents study Tina like she's the bearded midget act from the circus. With every movement, her insanely massive, 27 inch (relaxed) arms change shape. Dark blue / tan colored veins, some as fat as Oscar Meiyer wieners run over her bulging biceps and down her detailed forearms. Tendons as thick as industrial steel cable and just as hard dart out from under her nearly transparent slut-wear and dig into a neck that makes a telephone pole look like dental floss. Tim's father absolutely cannot believe the size of this otherwise minuscule young teenager. Tim has nearly a full foot on her, yet her athletic shoulders are as wide as two NFL line- backers side by side. Her traps are like wings, and without any sign of breasts to cover them up, it's more than apparent that her sliced pecs are deeper and meatier than any man he's ever seen.