Dominant relationship
By Elascan  elaw3670@gmail.com 
Her thighs, his mistake.


"I know I'm stronger," replied Earl, as he returned the dumbbell to the rack
in the workout room of their small apartment with practiced familiarity.

Diane rolled her eyes, placing her own dumbbell one place down. "Sure, hun. My
legs are only twice as thick as yours."

Earl guffawed, "My arms are bigger. I outweigh you by 50 pounds, all muscle."
He rapped his granite abdominals as proof.

"Earl, you're a foot taller than I am and bad at math, not to mention anatomy.
175 at my height is a hell of a lot more muscle than 225 at six-foot-one," she
made her voice comically low and gruff, "all muscle." Her 52 inch breasts
bounced in her sports bra as she rapped her own granite stomach. "And if your
arms are bigger than mine, we'd need a microscope to tell."

Earl's face went red. "You know what, hun, fine." He disappeared into their
bedroom. He emerged moments later with a measuring tape.

She smiled, "humiliation: your breakfast of champions?" He whipped the line at
her and made a muscle. She picked it up and wrapped it around his bicep at its
peak. She leaned in to see the result, "nineteen inches; nice, honey!" She
grabbed his arm and kissed his bicep.

He grunted. "OK, your turn." She made a muscle and he measured her. "Haha!,"
he exclaimed, "seventeen-and-a-half. I told you I was stronger."

She replied, "What?! You jump to stronger conclusions, maybe. You have a
little on me." She motioned toward the small table in their kitchen. "Let's
see if it's enough."

They sat down and clasped arms, his hand engulfing her slender one. "Ok," he
said, "go!"

They both strained. Her huge forearm straining against his slightly wider and
much longer one. Their arms began to shake as each struggled to push forward.
He leaned his shoulder forward, the vein in his forehead surging, finally
forcing her arm down an inch. He grunted with effort and pushed her down a
little further. She redoubled her efforts, the veins in her forearm springing
to life, and stopped her descent. "Fuck, you're strong," he growled, "but not
strong enough." He threw everything he had into it. He was screaming now, not
bothering to hide his effort. He forced Diane's hand to the table half-an-inch
at a time. As soon as her hand hit the surface, he released it and leaned on
his knee, breathing hard. But he raised his arm in the air triumphantly.

She shrugged, "You're arm is way longer."

He shot her a flustered look, "so what?"

She rolled her eyes, "trust me, hun. It matters."

He spoke between breaths, "Told you I was stronger."

"Oh god," she said. She threw the measuring tape at him, "what are your
thighs?"

He wrapped the tape around his thigh and pulled it to twenty-four inches.

"Ok baby," she said as she ripped the tape out of his hand, "watch this." She
wrapped it around her tree trunk. The tape stopped at thirty-two inches. "We
aren't close. Your arms are a hair bigger than mine, and I still think mine
are stronger, if you take into account big words like 'leverage'. But my legs
are way bigger than yours." She flexed her thigh. The muscle in it turned to
stone. Thick veins ran through.

He stood up. "That's it. Enough talk. Talk is cheap." He crouched forward and
extended his arms. Diane just stood there, her arms crossed over her breasts,
cleavage showing past the top of her sports bra. He charged her despite her
vulnerable stance. "Honey!" she screamed as he tackled her to the carpet. She
landed on her knees. He wrapped one bicep around her neck and pulled her into
a headlock. She grabbed his arm and pushed, but could not dislodge it. He
pulled hard with both arms, his biceps as large as her head, threatening to
cave it in. "Honey, come on," she pleaded, unable to break his grip.

"Now who has a stronger conclusion?" he asked. In answer, she stepped forward
and stood up. He tried to bear down, but could not resist the power in her
legs. Soon they were standing. She leaned into him and walked forward, forcing
him back. He tried to twist her head and make her fall, but her center of
gravity was too low and strong. He leaned forward and pressed his feet into
the carpet. She pressed him back, forcing his feet to slide painfully. He
cried out, but refused to let her go. Soon she forced him back to the wall. He
put both feet on it, trying to stop her relentless assault. Her thicker legs
buckled his. She pressed him against the wall. He screamed as she continued to
push forward, pressing her shoulder into his stomach painfully. With his feet
on fire and her shoulder pressing against his spine, Earl could bear the pain
no longer and released her.

She smiled up at him and licked her lips, "So now I'm stronger?"

He looked away, "let's just drop it," he mumbled.

"Drop?" she asked, "I can drop." She wrapped her arms around his waist and
lifted him into the air. He flailed for a second and she slammed him to the
ground, knocking the wind out of him. As he struggled to catch his breath, she
sprung up and wrapped her thirty-two inch trunks around his throat. He flailed
wildly as she clamped down. He felt her warm, soft thighs turn to iron. His
face went red, then deep purple. Drool slid down his chin. He grabbed her legs
and struggled to pull them apart. His arms shook with effort. She clamped down
harder. She smiled and clamped down harder still. He had an instant before
darkness claimed him. In that instant he realized her thighs were stronger
than him.