TRUE ARMWRESTLING STORIES 5
Collected by Jay Knox (e-mail jaykay32@hotmail.com) from Diana's Message Board "Armwrestling"


I have collected all true stories from Diana's message board archive 1. 
There will be many more to follow. Please accept that I don't want to be the 
judge whether the following stories really happened or not. For my work I 
beleave everybody who claims that his description is true. So have fun.
Warren Beatty vs.....Halle Berry???
12/Jan/98 16:2 from VidMan
FYI: A few months ago, on the E! channel's "Gossip Show", my
ears pricked up when one of the reporters related that,
while doing a movie together recently, Warren Beatty and
Halle Berry had a friendly arm-wrestling match, and the loser,
Mr. Beatty, was so embarrased that he's hired himself a
personal trainer!!!
How about dat!
first armwrestle
14/Jan/98 22:49 from jim654
when i was 13, my best friends sister was just coming in her own (she was 13 
also, they were non-identical twins.) he and i were armwrestling one 
afternoon and she came into the room and was watching. being 13, and having 
come into my own the summer before (over and over again, actually) i was 
interested in her. especially since she had taken gymnastics for years. 
except now she had breasts! so, she's watching, and i'm trying to win to 
impress her. which i did. so she says, "i think i can beat you. if i do, 
what's in it for me?" i said an ice cream cone. so, there i was in my first 
arm wrestling match with a girl. and, was she strong. i wouldn't have 
believed it. she gave me a run, too. and the arm. i'll never forget it. when 
we started, it just about exploded. i had seen her for years, but i guess i 
had lost track for the last year or so, because i would have remembered 
that. it was about as big as mine. i reached over and felt it, and it was 
like a pice of granite. there was no give. i think she really enjoyed 
watching me, because she just smiled through the whole thing. i ended up 
beating her, but it took about a minute, and when we were done, i had the 
stiffest erection i had had up to that point in my life. and she knew it. i 
was so embarrassed, but she said it was really cool that i liked it that 
much, and we would do it again. which we did. many times. =) ever since 
then, arm wrestling has been a way of life for me. i think you all know why.



Alyssa Milano Arm Wrestling
17/Jan/98 0:7 from Dividio
I am posting this bit of curiosity with respect to a picture that caught my 
eye in an issue of GLOBE magazine sometime around 1986. It was a photo of 
Alyssa Milano locking up. The caption read "Alyssa Milano and Scott Grimes 
arm wrestle at a say no to drugs party in LA." (Scott Grimes had a role as a 
boyfriend of Milano on the show Who's the Boss?)

I am very curious as to who won this match. Does anyone out there have any 
idea? I appreciate your help, fellow female AW fans.


A True Story - Part II
20/Jan/98 13:59 from Karma website NONE
This is Part II of the story of the farmer's nieces that I started a few 
weeks ago. Dave, I'm really sorry it is so late!

The day after I lost an arm-wrestling match to my boss's niece, I had 
another encounter with the younger sister. As you may remember, I was 
spending the summer working on a farm. A young lady had challenged me to a 
match, which I had lost.
The next day, Debbi, the younger sister decided that she wanted to help me 
milk cows. In those days, all milking was done by hand. Milking machines 
were placed on the cows' udders, and, when full, the milk was poured into 
pails and carried into another room, where the milk was poured into a 
holding tank. As you could imagine, this was hard physical labor, and any 
spilled milk was lost income for the farmer.
Debbi did quite well, earning at least some respect from me. She was able to 
carry the full cans and lift them with minimum effort.
Finally, when the work was almost done, she gave me a wide grin. "Well," she 
asked, "How did I do? Pretty good - for a girl?"
I knew at that point that her older sister had told her about besting me in 
our match. I wasn't about to take any shit from a younger girl, so I went on 
the offensive (or was offensive, take your pick). I immediately challenged 
her to put her money where her mouth was and to prepare to be defeated.
She just smiled and went and sat at a nearby table. I sat across from her 
and we gripped hands. This next part is a little embarrassing - When we were 
ready to start, I counted to three. At about two-and-a-half, I jumped the 
gun to force her down quickly. She shot me a dirty look and stopped me dead 
when I had her almost pinned.

Continued in Part III

A True Story - Part III
20/Jan/98 14:7 from Anon website NONE
As I said, Debbi stopped me dead after I cheated and tried to get a quick 
pin. For several seconds I strained as hard as I could against her locked 
arm. Her face was growing red from the strain, but she held me off. Then, 
she gave my arm a little harder nudge. It went back up, a little.
She gave me another look, but this time the expression on her face worried 
me. She looked supremely confident, and a little grin was starting to spread 
across her face. She gave another effort, then another. Each time she did, 
my arm went back up towards even. Before long our arms were dead center 
again. I knew I was in trouble, and sure enough, she slowly and evenly 
forced me down, displaying just as much strength as her older sister.
Finally, I was pinned. Debbi immediately jumped from her chair and began 
dancing around the room, humming the theme song from "Rocky" All I could do 
was sit there and watch.

Coming soon - Part IV (In which Debbi and Joanne settle the issue of which 
of them is stronger) Socrates, I promise I will give a full description of 
what their arms looked like!

For what it is worth - Armfan, take your time - You are under no obligation 
to us in any way, shape or form, and the great majority of us will be happy 
to see whatever you have, whenever you have it ready. Good luck.


Youthful Recollections I
25/Jan/98 17:58 from Paul E. website NONE
Thought I would add a few recollections to this board. These events occurred 
long ago, when I was a high school junior. One afternoon at lunch, I 
witnesses an impromptu arm wrestling match between two girls in my class on 
a table in the cafeteria. One of the combattants, Janice, was a star on the 
school gymnastics team. Not that she looked at all like the stereotypical 
gymnast; Janice was sort of blocky, with thick, strong looking arms. Her 
opponent, Pam, was slender by comparison, kind of a tight bod, and 
definitely giving a bit of weight away in the contest.

I stared fascinated as the two battle on and on. I would say they must have 
battled for two minutes or even more, and neither could move the other's 
arm-not even an inch. They turned redfaced, and as I walked slyly by, I 
could see the veins standing out all along Pam's struggling right arm. I 
also noticed that Pam's bicep had swelled up and that she had surprising 
definition. I had not before this thought of her as an athelete. Janice's 
bicep swelled up too, although on her "big" arm it was more a matter of size 
rather than definition.

Neither girl could win the match. They just petered out from exhaustion. 
"Still even," I heard Janice say in a tone of disgust. I could tell she felt 
that as the larger and more athletic of the two, her inability to force 
Pam's arm down had been a source of some frustration.

As if this were not enough, Pam's younger sister Jennifer turned to Pam and 
said "I bet you're tired out enough for me to take you." Jennifer was a 
sophmore, and at the time the object of my youthful desires. She was more 
petite than Pam and in my opinion the possessor of a body even tighter than 
Pam's. Already I was fantasizing of Jennifer as some kind of arm wrestling 
goddess, but Pam smoothly powered her younger sister's straining arm down to 
the table

Amazingly, I would have the opportunity to arm wrestle each of them just a 
few weeks later.


The Thirteen year old champ. A true story.
25/Jan/98 22:23 from The Landsman website NONE
THE THIRTEENTH YEAR is special in the life of a Jewish boy.

There are bar mitzvahs every week during the year and concommitant Saturday 
night dances as each boy in turn becomes a man.

What better opportunity for a muscular teenage girl to demonstrate the facts 
of life.

This was 1959 and at one such party, at a table in a room away from the main 
dance floor, Judy, 13, with the best figure in our class, put down the arm 
of each female challenger at a table in a small room away from the dance 
floor.

I had known about Judy's biceps for about a year now and watched her every 
day in school. I regarded her muscles as my secret companions. Back then, in 
1959, she mostly covered her arms up, but once and awhile she'd come to 
school wearing a short-sleeve shirt. It was the first thing I checked out 
when I arrived at school each day. When she wore a long sleeve shirt I was 
disappointed but life was still grand as I could turn my attention to 
watching Diane's legs. She was a cheerleader with the narrowest ankles and 
the most bulging calves you could ever desire. When she tiptoed to reach for 
a book at the top of her locker, I was usually a few yards behind enjoying 
everything. I knew her class schedule by heart. Perhaps a note about her 
another time. Back to my story...

On this Saturday night question, my heart sank however as Judy easily down 
the arm of one female challenger after another. Some of the other girls had 
nice swells to their upper arms, but Judy's arm was unparalled in 
muscularity. My despair on that night, as you can imagine, was that her 
bulges of interest were hidden beneath the long chiffon sleeve on her ball 
gown.

Still I was transfixed. I couldn't leave. Hoping at some point the stars 
might shine on me yielding a view of whatI desired.

Just then the stakes we raised when Eddie stumled upon the room - until than 
it was just the several girls and I - and seeing what was happening bragged 
that he could put Judy down in a second.

"Okay," she smiled innocently," let's try".

Then to my pure glee, the happiest moment of my young life, Judy then 
unsnapped the cuff of her sleeve to get a better range of movement. Or maybe 
she just did it to give Eddie a glimpse of what he was up against. I'm 
certain he had no idea.

Now, I wish I could say that Eddie was captain of the football team or a 
champion shotputter or something evidencing great strength, but it wouldn't 
be true. Eddie was an average guy. Taller than Judy by about three inches 
and heavier by about thirty pounds. I imagine Judy was about 5'5" back then 
and weighed 115 pounds. I could be wrong on the numbers but the proportions 
are on the mark.

Anyway. Judy slowly rolled back her sleeve revealing her mighty weapon.

I couldn't believe my good fortune. I was hard as aa rock, as Judy placed 
her elbow on the table and offered Eddie her hand.

He accepted.

"Ready", she said.

"Ready."

She counted: One two three. Their eyes met. GO!
Their arms locked in a standoff. But my eyes were riveted on one thing. My 
brain screamed, LOOK AT THAT MUSCLE, as her upper armed swelled and pointed 
to the ceiling. Eddie went for the pin! NOTHING. She held firm. Fixed him 
with a look and then: BAM! Slammed Eddie's hand into the table. He was 
stunned. He couldn't do anayht5ing but look at her. Slient. She smiled: 
"Sorry. Maybe next time."

He just shook his head in amazement. "Want to go again?" he asked.

" I don't know Eddie, what's the point." she reasoned logicaly, without a 
hint of cruelty. He got up rubbing his sore bicep and disappeared into the 
crowd. Judy rolled her sleeve back down and buttoned the sleeves.

"Wow, Judy, you were great." Diane, of the great calves, said. "I never 
thought a girl could be strong enought to beat a boy."

"I was pretty confident," Judy stated matter of factly," I armwrestl with my 
brother alot, and I beat him most of the time." Her brother was a year 
older.

"Lemme see" Diane persisted. Tweaking Judy's upper arm beneath the now 
re-clasped chiffon sleeve.

"Oh I don't know. I just got the sleeve back." Judy declined.

"Come on," Diane insisted.

At this point, as you might imagine, I was out of my head. I'm normally shy. 
But I couldn't control myself. I reasoned that if I was ever going to feel 
Judy's bicep it was now or never. "Yeah" I interjected, following Diane's 
lead and placing my thumb under Judy's tricep and four fingers over the top 
of her hidden sinew, imploring her to bring it to life.

"Mark!" Judy reproached me. "What are you doing?" Her eyes bore through me, 
administering the worst punishment I have ever felt. I was out of line! What 
a loathsome, fool I was.

And then she smiled. "I've got to undo my cuff first."

And then she did. She began peeling back her sleeve. Again her forearms 
appeared, white skin. Very delicate with a slight hint of light down. Then 
the down stopped has the forearm turned to elbow. Then a hitch. The sleeve 
wouldn't go back. She fumbled with it. She lost her grip. It fell back to 
her wrist as she shook her head in frustration.

The next moment seemed like forever.

But then my drama began anew. This time as she peeled back the resistant 
sleeve. She fumbled it again. But this time gradually pulled it over her 
bicep. Judy's bicep! which itself seemed quivering, demanding to be 
revealed, demonstrated to its adoring audience. And as she got ready to 
flex, to put the total lie to male superiority, Judy made a simple remark 
that I have never forgotten. Finally, as the sleeve yielded and as she 
raised her clenched fist into the air, pulling the last wisp of chiffon back 
from her shimmering muscle, she smiled almost sheepishly and quipped: 
"That's what I hate about these dresses".

Then she brought the fingers of her raised hand around and down to the 
center up her palm and laid her delicate thumb across them into a fist; and, 
then looking directly into my eys, she slowly pressed her fingertips into 
the center of her palm, slowly increasing the power that would bulge ther 
muscle. It grew. And she looked directly at it swelled, popping out of her 
upper arm like a mountain reaching for the sky - a clear white peak at the 
top.

And then, just like that it was gone. Fallen back to earth. And she looked 
up at me smiling at the disappointment on my face. Playful. "I bet you want 
to see that again." she said coyly. And with out waiting for an answer, this 
time SHE JAMMED IT!!! And there it was again. Judy's HUGE MUSCLE! Pulsing 
up. Bulging. And Judy looking at it. Beeming with pride. Flicking her wrist 
and changing the shape. Now elongated. Flick. NOW PEAKED! ANd again. And 
again. And then she looked at me: "That's all for now," she said abruptly. 
ANd it was gone. Her sleeve pushed back down quickly."

"I don't want the parents to see us." And with that she stood and left the 
table.

I was stunned. Exhausted. My brain was buzzing. I seem to have heard one of 
the other girls exclaim: Wow did you see that?
But I was a million miles away.

Some of the other girls resumed their armwrestling. Eddie even slinked back 
to the table to redeem himself on some weaker prey. But my only interest had 
departed.

How I'd managed not to soil my pants I'll never know. Maybe I was too young. 
But I got up the nerve to follow Judy into the other room and went up to 
where she was standing by herself.

"That was pretty good." I said.

"Just pretty good?" she smiled.

" You want to dance?" I asked.

"Sure".

***

I took Judy to the class dance later that year.

I felt her muscle on a few more occasions during junior high and high 
school. It became more difficult to find the right mood and opportunity as 
she began dating older guys and we remained "just friends." But I watched 
her arms every day until we graduated.

A few years back at our twenty fifth class reunion she flexed again for me, 
for old times sake. The muscle was still evident, but she had become 
inactive and put on weight. Nonetheless, it was sufficient to remind me of 
her reign as the thirteen year old arm wrestling champ. In the year that 
this boy became a man.







RE: The Thirteen year old champ. A true story.
26/Jan/98 0:41 from Donut website NONE

Wow, that was an awesome story. Could you describe what she looked like, and 
about how big her arms were?

I haven't known many girls with really big arms, but there was one I could 
tell you about. When I was a freshman at college, I met a girl, Marie. She 
was rather small, about 5'1 or so, and 110lbs at most. She was quite 
slender, and pretty. I never thought that she had real muscles, until one 
day in math class. I was sitting on her left. It was a long, boring lecture, 
and I was falling asleep. Marie was also rather bored, and her eyes were 
wandering. Her eyes stopped on her arms, and for some reason, she flexed her 
left bicep. I was kind of surprised. She had a good peak on it, and I 
couldn't resist looking at it. She smiled, and I gave it a playful squeeze. 
It was quite hard.(So was I already). I said, "aren't you right handed?" and 
she flexed her right bicep. I saw it ball and rise up. It was amazing. She 
smiled again, and I couldn't say anything. It was the only thing on my mind 
for the next few days, and I just knew I had to armwrestle her someday.

A few days later, my dream came true. We were studying at a table in her 
room, alone. She was wearing a short sleeve t-shirt, and I really couldn't 
concentrate because of it. We were finishing up, and she picked up a heavy 
text book. Her bicep bulged out, and I felt now was the time. We started 
talking about stuff, and I asked her what kind of sports she played in high 
school. Fortunately for me, she said that she played handball a lot. I said 
it showed, and she smiled. I asked her if she wanted to armwrestle, and she 
said sure. I am/was 5'9, 140(not a really big guy, but I played basketball, 
and so I had reasonably strong forearms). I rolled up my sleeve to mock 
intimidate me, and she laughed. But we locked up, and she said go. Neither 
of us started hard, just trying to measure each other up. Her bicep was 
flexed, but not straining. Slowly I put on somre pressure, and she matched 
it for a few seconds. We were both smiling, and I started to pour on more 
force. She still continued to match it, and soon, her bicep was bulging. 
This continued for about 15 seconds, by which time we both started to push 
hard. I didn't think I was going to lose, and let her take a small 
advantage, to get a better view of her arm. We were both pushing hard, and 
she was straining a little. By now, I could see a vein running over her 
bicep, which was surprisingly peaked. I was getting tired, and so was she. I 
pushed as hard as I could, and slowly her arm went down. The whole thing 
lasted about half a minute. We both took a few deep breaths, and I said that 
she was a lot stronger than I thought she was, and I meant it. She didn't 
seem discouraged, she smiled through the whole thing. She rubbed her bicep, 
and I get it another squeeze. She flexed it again, and it was somewhat 
larger than that day in lecture, and quite hard. She pumped it couple times 
slowly, so I could see it grow. I felt the small vein on it, and she 
squeezed as hard as she could, and I saw the muscles under her skin tighten 
a little more. Her arms aren't that big to look at normally, but when she 
flexes, her bicep balls up and bulges into an amazing peak. It is one of the 
most amazing things I have ever seen. I squeezed it again, harder, and it 
was really hard, so I squeezed some more, until she said ow, and punched me 
in the shoulder playfully. She said she was tired, so she got on her bed to 
take a nap(it was still in the afternoon). I held her hand, until she slept.

We saw each other a lot that semester, but since we were of different 
majors, we drifted apart soon after. I saw her less frequently, and now we 
talk infrequently. I have another girlfriend, and she has a boyfriend, but 
we still armwrestle once in a while.

One man's opinion, by Nanook of the South
26/Jan/98 18:52 from Nanook of the South website NONE|
Well, I'm new at this, but here goes...

Some time ago there was some discussion in this message board as to whether 
very small women (in particular, gymnasts) could win an AW again a grown 
man. Ignoring the side issues that arose, I believe that, at least in some 
cases, they could; furthermore, I have some experience to back this up.

Quite a few years ago, I was attending a fairly large party, about 50 
people, half guys, half gals. At the time, I had just turned 21. More to the 
point, I had been out of the army less than three weeks and, although not in 
as good a shape as when I graduated from basic, I could still do 50 pushups 
without the bother of sweating. I was 6'0", about 175 lps, mostly muscle; 
your basic healthy young buck.

Without going into the why, I ended up arm wrestling a pretty little slip of 
a girl, "Sarah" (not her real name). She was only about 5'0" and probably 
did not weigh even 100 lbs. Dispite her size, I took her seriously due to 
some of the rather startling things I had seen her do earlier in the 
evening; she was literally climbing the walls, among other things. So I was 
not suprised to encounter resistance from the word go.

We went at it for some time, with me gradually pushing her down, but having 
progressively more trouble the farther we got. When I had her about 3/4 of 
the way down, I was effectively stalled and starting to get tired. I figured 
that I had better finish this soon or she would win thru sheer attrition, so 
I summoned what little reserves I had left and hit her with everything I 
had. That was when she quit playing with me; I hadn't even realized until 
then that she was. She pulled me, very quickly, back up to center, held me 
there for several seconds, then very polilely ask if I wanted to call it a 
draw. I agreed. To this day, I have no idea what would have happened if I 
had declined.

Granted, Sarah, although small, was not as tiny as some of the gymnasts (and 
I think she was one)) that are running around loose. And she was a rather 
unusual young women. But if she could beat me that easily, I would not be at 
all suprized if an even smaller women couldn't have also won, even if not as 
easily. Or, for all I know, even more easily.

Bye for now,
Nanook of the South.

Frat Boy Gets a Lesson - Part 1
27/Jan/98 20:26 from Christine website NONE
It's high time this testosterone club gets a female perspective. I'm 20, a 
junior in college, 5'7'', 141lbs. I've always been athletic: gymnastics, 
swimming, soccer. At the age of fifteen I started to seriously work out with 
aerobics and weights. My muscles are not huge - I don't want them to be - 
but bigger than average and very dense and vascular. As a somewhat 
attractive girl with a propensity towards flirting, I got invited to a 
private party at a frat. When I showed up with some friends they were 
already drunk. One came up to me and grabbed my ass. I promptly punched him 
in his balls and he fell hard. A little while later this guy (I guess he was 
the president or whatever) showed with some buddies. "You hit our friend 
Mark and he's in great pain. This was supposed to be a good night for him." 
He and his friends were obviously pissed and inebriated. "We did you a favor 
to invite you here, you bitch, and this is what we ge?" I asked him what he 
was going to do. He said he was going to throw me out on my "pretty little 
ass." The truth of it is, with them staggering drunk like that, I could 
probably have dropped them all without much difficulty. But I didn't want to 
cause trouble. So I made him a deal .....
Frat Boy -Part II
27/Jan/98 20:37 from Christine website NONE
... I told him "I don't want any trouble." He said I was going to get it 
anyway for behaving like some "muscle chick." I said, look, I'll shall you 
what a muscle chick I am. Let me arm wrestle your most sober frat brother. 
If I win, I get an apology. If I lose, I'll dance on the tables naked for 
you. With such a bait, he couldn't resist. He got some guy named Tucker to 
armwrestle me. Tucker had arms at least 50% bigger than mine, and the boys 
were confident of victory. What they didn't know was that I usually curl 
25lbs dumbbells, 30 or 35 if I want to go heavy. I took my jacket off - and 
Tucker kind of looked at the veigns coursing through my arms and forearms, 
and how dense my bicep looked. We locked arms - and I had little trouble. 
Tucker's arms were bigger, but they were mostly useless beer fat. I didn't 
even make a game of it. Within 5 seconds or so after the start his hand was 
down. We did this several times because he thought I was "cheating." To make 
a long story short - i got my apology from the guy whose balls I punched, I 
humiliated the "honor" of that particular frat, and I revel in the strength 
I have. GirlPower! So watch what ass you grab guys, it could be long to a 
woman you don't want to mess with.

RE: Who's Dat?
30/Jan/98 23:50 from Lasse
In that picture Liane's biceps were 16". According
to a Women's Physique Publication article her
biceps were 16.25" at a bodyweight of 180 lbs (her
height is 5'7"). She has always been strong.
The same WPP article mentions that she entered
a wheelbarrow race at the age of 13 winning that
event by carrying (pushing) a 800 lbs wheelbarrow.
Another source claims that she pushed an over
1000 lbs wheelbarrow.

Liane has won numerous armwrestling world championship
titles. Latest is from 1997 WAF World Armwrestling
Championships held last December in India. She won the
women's left handed 80 kg division and was second in
the right handed 80 kg division. Her sister Sylvie is
also a world class armwrestler.

I have got some pictures of Liane which I will send
to Diana.

BTW Women's Physique World had in Sep/Oct 1996 issue
an article about armwrestler Chrissy Baliko. She won
at the same WAF championships women's right handed
50 kg division and was second in the left handed 50 kg
division.


he was a cutie pie - and I caught him
31/Jan/98 20:41 from Christine website NONE
I only have one more AW event worthy of sharing here, but sme of you said 
you would like to hear more about me. 2 years ago I was a freshman in 
college. I was working out in the gym one day and I saw a really cute guy 
pumping some iron. He had a great butt so I went up to him and smacked it as 
he was bending over to pick up a weight. I complimented him on his good side 
and told him I thought he was cute. (I realize when a guy did this to me I 
punched him in the balls, but men take such behaviour as a compliment as 
long as the girl is half attractive looking. Being a women means you can be 
a hypocrite with impugnity). I asked him if he would spot for me and he 
seemed flattered. As I worked out I could visually tell he was getting 
aroused. After the workout we went to get a drink in the student union. We 
talked for a awhile and I noticed him staring at my bi's. I of course 
flexed, and let him feel how hard they were. He was impressed so I decided 
to clinch this and asked him if he wanted to armwrestle. I think that is 
what he wanted to do since the moment he saw me; he eagerly agreed. Jack - 
that was his name - was at 5'10'' 3 inches taller than me, but kind of on 
the slender side. His small muscle mass just couldn't compete; I looked into 
hi pretty eyes and slammed his arm against the table hard. The bulk of his 
muscle wasn't in his arms - it was in his cute buns. I think he fell 
hopelessly in love with me after I beat him. We dated and it became intense. 
As a joke I used to pick him up in my arms and carry him back to my room 
after a date. His friends teased him about dating a girl stronger than he 
was, but I think Jack liked it that way. The relationship went sour after a 
while and we broke up. I haven't had a serious lover since. But I enjoyed 
having a cute guy to manhandle and boss around for a while. To think all it 
took was to beat him in armwrestling to catch him. I know there is a lot of 
men out there like that and that is the chief reason why I started to lift 
and workout - for power and domination. Having said that, I think the only 
real men are the ones who can handle a relationship with a woman stronger in 
body and spirit (and mind as well; I dated Jack becuase he was cute, not 
because he was brilliant).


RE: he was a cutie pie - and I caught him
3/Feb/98 8:57 from Dun NONE
Christine,

Reading your post made me smile. I'm a guy who had an experience similar to 
your "cutie pie". I was working out in the gym. Though only 5'6" 140, my 
physique is such that I could compete as an amateur bodybuilder. My biceps 
are 14 1/2" and well defined. My "cutie-pie" was watching me working heavy 
weight on the preacher bench. The put her warm palm on my swelling bicep 
while I was curling, smiled, and said "not bad." She then flexed her similar 
sized well develop bicep, winked, and said "not bad eh." I was hooked. I 
inivited her to join me and we shared an intense bicep workout together. I 
confess to becoming aroused at her well muscled arms as she kept up with me 
pound for pound.

Afterwards we went out for a light dinner together. Sitting at a quiet table 
in a corner she challenged me to an armwrestling contest. We locked arms 
accross the table and clinched. At first it was even, our arms locked and 
trembled as we both tried to gain the advantage. I couldn't keep my eyes off 
her hard bicep, so sexy. After a while I began to push her arm down ever so 
slowly finally pinning her arm to the table. It was no easy chore but at 
least it left my ego intact.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't give me her phone number, telling me of her 
live-in boyfriend. I never saw her again but still wonder. I've read your 
posts and am left wondering if a well trained female can defeat a well 
trained male of equal size. You did mention that your "cutie" had all his 
muscles in his rear. Wondering if the result would have been the same if he 
had more muscle in his arms? Dun

Another little gal.
5/Feb/98 23:24 from Nanook of the South website NONE
Are you guys ready for another small gal? I hope so.

Background:

Southern California, early '70s.

The young lady:

"Donna" (another pseudonym, they always are unless I specifically say 
otherwise). 5' 0" tall, weight in the 105# range. Long curly dark hair, cute 
figure, and the most wonderful soulful brown eyes. Fit looking, but 
certainly not muscular in the ordinary sense. She could flex an impressive 
bicep, but I didn't discover that until after some of the events described 
here occured.

The story:

Donna was a day bartender at a place I hung out at for awhile. We got along 
well, and after I had known her some time, I ask what she wanted to do as a 
career (she had already made it plain that bartending was not on that list). 
She wanted to be a cop.

At that time and place, lady cops (beat cops, not matrons) could be counted 
on the fingers of one hand; the tests, especially the physical, were very 
demanding (about 1/3 of the guys who tried failed). I said as much. She said 
she knew that, and had been working out for well over a year. Working out as 
in pumping heavy metal (amoung other things), not just the calisthenics that 
were all that most athletic women then did. I ask her what sort of weight 
she could handle. She mentioned some numbers (I don't remember exactly) that 
were impressive for most men, let alone such a small women. I said that was 
pretty impressive. She said that her sister was "as strong as a man", but 
that she could beat said sister arm wrestling (I did once meet said sister; 
from the neck up, they could have been twins, but that girl was 5'8' and 
*looked* like she whup guys).

So here we are, each thinking our own thoughts (although we didn't know it 
at the time). I'm thinking: This gal is little, but those were impressive 
numbers, I'd better take her seriously (I hadn't forgotten Sarah, either). 
She's thinking: I'm little, so he won't take me seriously. As a result, I 
creamed her. Not as tough as I thought, huh.

Ok, about a half hour later I was teasing her about something unrelated, she 
teased back, I said "Well, just remember who won the arm wrestling match". 
She wanted to try again. This time, I'm thinking: She's not as strong as I 
thought, so I'll go easy on her. At the same time, she's thinking: He's not 
going to cut me any slack, so I'd better hit him with everything I've got. 
She creamed me.


About a month later we agreed to try again; this time, neither one of us was 
cutting the other any slack. That was one of the longest arm wrestle's I've 
ever been in. While we were at it, I kept thinking about how much longer my 
arms were than her's and why hadn't I won already? After what seemed like a 
half a geological era, she gave up (she was a tiny bit ahead at the time) 
and I won. 15 minutes later we tried for the fourth (and final) time, and 
now all that lifting really paid off for her; she was fresh as a daisy and I 
had all the strength left of a wet noodle; she won fairly easily. I'm just 
glad she didn't want to go best two out of three.


PS: The last I heard of her, she was a dispatcher in the local sheriff's 
deparment. I hope she made her career goal, I think she would have made a 
good cop; she had a good head on those (strong little) shoulders.



Young muscular girl
6/Feb/98 0:15 from chris website NONE

When I was about 16 I was arm wrestling my 15 year old cousin Steve
and won with a fight. We were at my cousins house and the 11 year
old neighbor who was a girl was watching us. She said to my cousin
I bet I can beat you. So laughing he took up the challenge and lost
quickly. Then I laughed at my cousin because he lost to such a
young girl. Then I challenged the girl to an arm wrestling match just
to show off a bit. We started up and I tried to move her arm down
real fast. The problem was that her arm would not budge. Suddenly
within a few seconds she brought my arm down. I had never lost
that quickly to anybody never mind a young girl. I was shocked and
asked for a rematch. She said how about left handed because the
her left arm was stronger than her right. I said no way then, right
handed. So once again I tried to take her down and at first it looked
like she wasn't trying but laughing at me as my face turned red. Then
down I went, quick as ever. Wow, what was this little girl on, roids or
something. Then she rolled up her sleeve and I asked her to show
me her bicept. She said yours first. So I flexed my muscle, she
felt my not so solid muscle and snickers. Then she made her muscle. I 
couldn't believe my eyes. It rose way past mine in hight.
Then I felt it and it was hard as a rock. I had never felt a muscle that
hard on anyone my age never mind an 11 year old GIRL. Then muscle had to be 
about 11 and a half inches and solid. Mine was
only about 10 to 10 and a half at the time and not that solid. That
was years ago and today I would never ask to challenge this girl.
She is about 18 now and unbelievably muscular. Her bicepts are
over 16 inches and very hard.