JOHNNA GETS SOME
by Plowjack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest
Johnna, from the "Paradise Island" series, just loves showing off her strength, both to her friend's male partner, and then to someone who may be a future boyfriend of her own!

Johnna Taylor was thirsty, and horny. Saturday mornings were busy for her.
First she liked to hit the gym for a couple of hours. Lately she had been
skipping the cardio, since she was working to build muscle. She was eating
2500 calories of protein and complex carbs daily, and lifting heavier than she
had ever lifted. As a result her 6'6" frame had bulked up to some 300 lbs,
most of it muscle if you didn't count her tits. This morning she had been
working her back and arms, and she felt pumped and strong.

After the gym and a shower she had gone to the practice space that she shared
with her band members in "Paradise Island" the all-girl rock band in which she
played keyboards. The two hours of rehearsal today had been mildly frustrating
as they worked out new material. Their drummer, Patty, was distracted by the
new toy man she had acquired, and Johnna had to keep her temper while keeping
the three-piece band on track. Still they made progress, and Johnna was
pleased that they would be playing out three times over the next two months.

Banking, a little shopping for supplements and a stop at the motorcycle shop
had completed her morning. Johnna simply couldn't find women's tops to wear.
They didn't make blouses for her shoulders, or for nineteen inch arms or a
sixty inch chest. Sure she could spend a fortune special-ordering on the
internet, but she preferred to buy at big men's stores, and now she was
dressed in a tight, sleeveless black Harley-Davidson shirt with a heavy,
studded leather jacket. All just fine for a barbecue in October. Of course she
had to special-order her sixty-inch, dd-cup bras. She habitually wore skirts,
since neither gender's trousers suited her thirty-eight inch waist and
thirty-two inch thighs. Today she wore a black skirt that reached below her
knees, with flat little shoes, if any of her shoes could be called 'little'.
She did love high heels, but this afternoon was an informal, outdoor occasion,
and she had decided to go for comfort. Her shoulder length black hair blew in
the breeze, and she had actually put on a little makeup. She thought the
combination of the ultra-tough motorcycle gear and the feminine skirt and look
was especially hot.

Hot was what she was going for. She intended to get laid today, but she did
prefer to have a guy actually want her. It wasn't mandatory - she could
usually do what she wanted with men - but it was an ego boost if she didn't
have to take a man by force.

So she parked her big SUV at the house where the backyard party was being
held. She got her cooler out of the back seat, packed with cold beers as her
contribution, and headed around the house, through the side gate and down the
little stairs toward the patio. She had never been here before, but the
directions were clear, and the bouquet of balloons on the gate was the
promised sign of the right house. As she headed down the curving staircase she
could hear the sound of acoustic music. The fall leaves were colorful, the air
crisp and cool as she emerged into the party.

Nice scene. A trio of musicians was playing under a tent-top, a folky sound
with a djembe beat. Thirty or forty people were milling around, with a clump
of folks at the "bar" - a keg and a collection of coolers. Johnna headed that
way, heads turning as the spectacularly big woman passed.

"Johnna," a feminine voice said, "You came!" A tall, slender woman hugged
Johnna, still a head shorter than her.

"Hey Sharon," Johnna said, hugging her back, then putting a hand under her ass
and lifting her into the air, "How are you, sweetie? Thanks for inviting me."

Sharon was about 5'10" tall, brown-haired, slender and lithe, with small
breasts and a big ass. Johnna had been her personal trainer for a while, but
Sharon had given up, saying she just didn't care about having muscles. She did
care about Johnna's muscles, though, and she had made a pass at the amazon,
displaying a submissive nature that almost got past Johnna's firm
heterosexuality. She had said 'sorry, but I like my sissies to have cocks',
and Sharon had been good-natured enough to laugh about it.

"Sure, baby. My offer still stands, you know. Are you sure that you wouldn't
like a nice little slave-girl to make you feel good?" Sharon kissed her
quickly on the mouth, and Johnna slapped her ass hard, which only made her
writhe in the big woman's arms. Johnna laughed and set her host down. Some of
the guests laughed, but several of them knew Johnna and waved hello.

"Get me a beer, Sharon, will you," Johnna asked, and the hostess brought her a
sixteen ounce cup of the dark brew on offer. Downing the drink in one long
draught as she walked to the keg, she pulled a refill herself, then turned to
look around. On a good day she could spot her quarry on a first scan, but
today nobody seemed to be staring, or made glazed-eyed merely by her presence.
She probably knew half the people there, and the other half all seemed
occupied. As she assessed her chances Sharon ran a hand over her new leathers,
squeezing her arm through the heavy sleeve.

"My god, Johnna, you're huge," Sharon said, pressing her face to the leather.
"Nice jacket, though."

"Hey Sharon, what's up," a man said, walking up and taking Sharon by the arm.
An inch or two taller than her, he had a pleasant face, blonde hair tied in a
ponytail, and an ear full of piercings and rings. He was dressed in a black
'wife-beater' t-shirt and tight black jeans, with studded cuffs on his wrists.
Johnna thought that was cute, because his arms were pretty thin, though with
visible little muscles.

"Oh, hi Jason," the hostess said, and the two hugged.

"You must be Johnna," the man said, extending a hand, "I'm Jason, Sharon's
boyfriend."

"Hi Jason" she said, looking the fellow right in the eyes as she gripped his
hand. Her hand engulfed his, and she gripped it firmly, without crushing. He,
in turn, responded with an attempt to squeeze a little harder, so she bore
down until she knew she was compressing his hand. His eyes widened and Sharon
giggled as Johnna let go.

"Don't hurt my sweetie, Johnna," she said, taking his hand in hers, "and don't
be macho around Johnna, honey. She's the strongest person I've ever known."

"So you've said," Jason replied, blushing as he looked Johnna in the eyes once
again, "Johnna, do you still do personal training?"

"Sometimes I do take clients, Jason. Why, looking to put on a little muscle?"

Sharon led them to a picnic table with solid, sturdy benches, and Johnna sat
down on the bench with her back to the table, stretching her long legs into
the grass. Sharon got them all beers again and they chatted for a while.
Sharon was still lifting, and had taken up yoga.

"Me and Jason lift together. He's getting real strong, aren't you Jay?" she
said, snuggling against the slim man. He took a handful of Sharon's hair and
pulled her head back a little, smiling over at Johnna.

"Oh yes, Sharon likes strong, so Jason is getting very strong," he said as he
kissed her rough and quick, then let her go and clutched her against him as
she wound her own long arms around him and kissed his neck.

"Very nice," Johnna said sardonically. Just then friends started to gather
around Johnna, and the subject changed to recent events, another friend's
marriage and the state of the local music scene. The band was good, and when
they took a break they came over to greet Johnna, who they knew from other
gigs.

The pretty guitarist boy was a sometime hook-up of Johnna's. Tonight he looked
sweet as candy, and Johnna patted her thigh and smiled at him. He came and sat
down, and let Johnna gather him into her arms for a warm greeting, but he soon
made an excuse and headed to another end of the party. Johnna waited and then
followed, finding a moment to get him alone off to one side.

"Billy, wait," she said, and caught him by the shoulders. She was nine inches
taller than him, and in the past he had been a willing toy for her. Now he
looked frightened. She pulled him to her and he gave no resistance as she
kissed him, turning his mouth up to hers and pressing him against her. She
grabbed his crotch, but after a few minutes of working him through his pants
he was still soft. He was blushing as she asked him what was wrong.

"I'm scared, Mistress," he said quietly, "You're just too big and strong. Last
time I was limping for a week. I'm too little and weak, I just can't..."

"Ssshhh, Billy," Johnna said softly, as she kissed him sweetly. She stooped a
little and lifted him by his butt, settling him against her hard leather coat
and huge padded chest.

"That's all right, baby, Mistress won't make you when you're scared, this
time. Here," she shifted him into one arm, holding his weight unthinking, and
unzipped her leathers, revealing the deep cleavage that the tight top
displayed. She continued to work his cock gently, and let him rest his cheek
on her skin until his cock got hard in his pants.

"See, baby, you'll always get hard for Johnna, just like you'll never be as
strong as Johnna. Now, I'll come and get you next time, and there will be no
arguing with me. You run along."

He stopped and reached up to her for another quick kiss before leaving the
shadows to return to the stage for his next set. Johnna sighed. Strike one,
and a guy that she could have just taken. He's so puny though, she thought;
not good for much more than a face to stuff between her legs. She didn't
always even let him come. Tonight she was in the mood for something a
little...meatier. She stripped off her jacket as she went, and slipped inside
Sharon's house to hang the valuable item somewhere safe.

As she stepped back into the darkening twilight of the party, upper body
dressed only in the revealing muscle-shirt, she saw that a lot more guests had
arrived. The yard had filled up considerably, and the band turned up the sound
as they began their second set, Billy the pretty guitarist concentrating on
his fingers as the husband and wife members sang harmonies. Beer and wine was
flowing, and she noted a bottle of good whiskey making the rounds.

There was a circle of guys passing the whiskey, with a couple of women. She
knew a couple of them, so Johnna chose the biggest guy in the group, 6'2" of
fit-looking office worker in tie dye and shorts and decided that he didn't
have a date in the circle. She stepped in with them, smiling and just massing
her way in, as big men stepped aside for her imposing chest and shoulders. She
took a huge slug of whiskey on her turn, and again the next time, getting
hoots and dismay from the other drinkers. Someone brought another bottle, and
Sharon and Jason joined in. Soon all present were well-lubricated, and the
circle dissolved for a round of beer.

Johnna was chatting with the tie-dye guy - Brian. He was a nice-seeming guy,
willing to smile up at the larger-but-lovely woman and make small talk. As
always, the topic turned to her body.

"So, you're a body builder?" he asked, as they waited their turn.

"Yeah, I guess, but I don't do competitions or anything."

"How come? You certainly look like you could."

"Why thank you," she smiled at him, and slipped in a kiss on the cheek, "Too
much work. My goal is to be the biggest, strongest person I can be. I'm not
going to diet like they do. I don't care if I have 20 extra pounds here (she
slapped her ass) or here (she hoisted her bosom). I'm healthy, and I'm
physically superior to almost... Hey look at that..."

Sharon and a smaller blonde were arm-wrestling at a nearby picnic table. The
blonde looked very fit, with visible little muscles in a tiny crop top. Sharon
was in a bikini top, and she obviously outclassed the other, larger muscles
rippling in her arm and shoulder as she easily laid the girl's fist onto the
table. The blonde was rubbing her arm, but laughing as Jason held up Sharon's
hand as 'da winnahhh'. A tall brunette with arms longer than Sharon's sat down
next, and they squared off. This bout was more serious, hands stalled
mid-curve. The taller girl, who must have been over six foot to be taller than
Sharon, raised a solid ball of biceps on her thin arm, her forearm solid and
steady. Sharon's arm was still plainly bigger. Her whole arm was thick and
hard, not cut or ripped, but her biceps made an even, high curve and her
triceps made her arm look thick. Then Johnna was surprised to see Sharon's arm
spring into real definition, a solid peak popping on her biceps as she laid
the other's arm down, a final cry of pain from the tall girl ending the match.
Sharon was solicitous, and whiskey appeared again, everyone taking big shots,
including Johnna as she arrived.

Once again Jason declared his date the winner, and called for more
contestants. None appeared. Sharon had beaten the girls that everyone knew had
any chance against her. Jason hugged her, and squeezed her arm with what
seemed to Johnna obvious pride.

"This is all your fault," one of their friends said to Johnna, "Sharon was
bragging on her training, and how much progress she is making, and how strong
you are."

"So she was right," Johnna said, squeezing Sharons' arm, "she is making
progress. Flex that, woman." Sharon's arm jumped into definition again as she
flexed. "Wow, honey - you have been working it, haven't you?"

Someone shouted that Sharon should arm-wrestle Johnna, and that set off a
chorus of agreement. Johnna smiled and shook her head, but sat down and
assumed the position, balling her fist into a nice flex as she did. Johnna
wasn't particularly lean. Her arm was thick and round, but when she flexed a
high mound of muscle pressed upward, her whole arm swelling. The crowd got
quieter as those nearby were stunned to see a woman's arm that made most
working men look underdeveloped. Johnna did a couple more slow flexes, making
her biceps show a plateau-like peak and a hint of a vein. Her forearm looked
twice the size of Sharon's as they sat to it.

"Do one hand first, Sharon, I want to see how well you're doing."

They began, and nothing happened. Johnna's arm stayed steady as a tree while
Sharon's arm swelled.

"Nothing huh?" Sharon smiled, as she put her weight into the press.

"That's a little better," Johnna said quietly, her arm beginning to swell,
"Still just a girly-girl, though. Try both hands."

Giggling, and to the wonder of the crowd, Sharon added her other arm, pulling
as well as pushing against Johnna. Now Johnna's arm swelled hard, her forearm
becoming a mass of cables and her biceps a round stone as she took the smaller
woman's whole weight and held her at about 2 o-clock. Then Johnna's shoulder
popped into striation as she slowly pushed both Sharon's hands back over the
top.

"I give, I give," Sharon laughed, and leaned over the table to hug Johnna's
forearm to her face, "you're soooo strong."

Jason grabbed Johhna's wrist and pulled her arm into the air, saying "Da
winnah, and still champeen."

Johnna instantly reversed his hold and stood, holding his wrist up in the air.
At five inches taller than him she was able to raise his arm until she dragged
him onto tip-toe, and he clutched her arm for balance, hooting and laughing.

"Look Sharon, I caught one," Johnna said, as she pulled him next to her big
chest.

Sharon threw her arms around Jason's chest and laughed.

"That one's mine," she said, extracting him from Johnna's grasp.

"Ladeez and Gennulmen," Johnna announced, continuing Jason's routine, "the
mighty Sharon has defeated all comers in her weight-class. Now it's time for
the guys. Come on guys, anyone stronger than your hostess?"

Other people were arm-wrestling here and there, several boyfriends showing
their girls how easy it was to beat them.

"How about you Brian, you look pretty fit," Johnna extended the whiskey, and
Brian smiled, shrugged and took a big hit, extending it to Sharon, who drank
in turn. Johnna lined them up and checked their hands, then counted go.

Brian immediately gained a slow twenty-degree advantage. It looked as if he
might just put Sharon right down, but her arm hardened and she stopped him.

"There you go, baby," Jason said, and put a hand on Sharon's biceps.

"Don't distract me," she growled, and brought the larger man's hand back to
upright. Johnna watched Jason as his eyes fixed on Sharon's hardening arm. The
two stood even for a while, and Brian began to grunt and make sudden pushes
against his opponent, which did little except cost him a few inches as she
began to hold him past center. Soon his arm began to tremble, and Sharon
slowly pressed his hand to the table, to the general amazement and delight of
the crowd.

"Yaah!" Sharon made a monster roar as she stood up and flexed, then laughed
and said ouch as she shook out her arm. She extended a hand to Brian, who was
rubbing his own biceps, and he grinned ruefully and shook it.

"Damn, woman, you're strong!" He downed his beer and excused himself to get
another.

Johnna followed him and, when he paused to talk to someone got to the keg and
was handing him a beer when he arrived.

"Hey handsome," she said, "You were a good sport about all that. Some guys
would be all screwed up."

Brian was silent, staring into his beer, as Johnna slipped her arm into his,
gripping lightly. She turned him back toward the party, and pressed his arm
into the side of her huge breast, pushing her cleavage up further.

"You feel nice, Brian," she set his beer aside and slipped behind him,
wrapping him in her long arms. He protested a little, but didn't try to escape
as her right arm pinned his right to his side and her left slid down to gently
cup his package. She pressed him back into her bosom and kissed his neck. He
started to step away but she held him close, and felt his cock begin to stir.

"See, that's nice. I can take very good care of a guy like you, Brian..."

"I'm so sure, Johnna," he answered unsteadily, "but it's not really... Hey,
look at that!"

Sharon and Jason were playing 'mercy', and it didn't look that friendly.

After Johnna had gone for Brian, Jason had moved in on Sharon, asserting the
dominance that she had convinced him that she liked. He ran a hand up under
her neck and gripped her skull, pressing his mouth to hers. She responded
hungrily. She ran her hands up over his body, and after a while her hand
closed on his arm.

"Flex that, dude," she said, "show me how strong you are."

He flexed as he pulled her head toward him, kissing her hard, and he felt her
wrap her long, hard fingers around his biceps and squeeze... hard.

"Ok, I think we have to arm-wrestle now," she said, drunkenly, pulling her
head back against his grip, and pushing him away with both hands.

"No thanks, little girl. We know who the boss is around here, and what we like
the boss to do, don't we?"

"Waddaya mean no thanks?" she said, gripping both his arms in her hands, "You
have to be stronger than me to be the boss, Jason. Are you? Come on then!" She
pulled him by his wrist but he resisted, catching her other hand.

"Just forget that. I don't want to hurt you."

"Fuck that. You scared, tough guy?" She got both of his hands and began to
twist his wrists. "Come on, fight back."

"Ow! Dammit, stop it..." but he had to resist, keeping her from twisting his
arms painfully. He got a better grip and for a minute they were rassling.
Jason was amazed to see his girlfriend's slender upper body ripple with
muscle, her back flaring and b-cup chest straining the bikini top as she tried
to bend his wrists and twist his arms. He was able to resist, but he really
didn't want to hurt her, and she was really strong. Really strong.

Sharon was fairly drunk and getting mad. Her big, strong boyfriend, who tried
to be so dominant (mainly because she told him to be, she suspected) turned
out to be a wimp. His little arms had never been enough for her, now she
watched as he struggled to hold out against her strength.

"Sharon, come on," Johnna said, coming up behind.

"Fuck that," she said again, "Last chance, boss." She began to apply more
pressure, then gave it all at once, and Jason's resistance failed. His wrists
twisted and he cursed as he tipped over into the grass on his knees, then his
side as the tall girl held on hard. He ended up on his back, his wrists bent
back at a dangerous angle.

"Sharon please, you're hurting me," he begged, and she let up a little but
held on.

"You're weak, Jason. Weaker than a girl, apparently." She released him and he
flopped to the ground. Sharon turned and burst into tears, then threw herself
onto Johnna. "You're not weak, Johnna..."

"You aren't weak either honey," Johnna said, as she stood Sharon on her feet
and extended a hand to Jason.

"Get up, dude," she said, hauling him to his feet and keeping hold of his
wrist. She looked around; hoping to hand him to Brian while she dealt with
Sharon, but Brian was nowhere to be seen. Damn! The band was gone, too...
Struck out!

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