Annie, Becky and Samantha- Muscle Girl Bonanza! By Jeremy Wilson shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com Annie and Becky meet Samantha- could she be in their league? *Author's Note: This story is based on a story that I did a couple of years ago, Annie Ample meets Becky Biceps, where the two main characters meet for the first time and challenge each other to a huge contest of muscle and strength. In the end, Becky wins, but someone new was introduced, someone who claimed to be the biggest, strongest of all, Becky's slightly younger sister, Samantha, who took on the last name Strong. Well, many people have asked me over the years, to continue this story, but until now, I haven't had a coherent plot, but now I do. Thanks so much to Michele Roppo, who has allowed me to use his characters time and again, hopefully he will be happy with this story. Becky and Annie are his properties, Samantha is an original character of my creation. I can understand if this story is not up your alley, but for those of you inclined, I hope you enjoy!* *Heart beat* "Mom?" Becky's voice rang in her mind, as she was sleeping, as if what was taking place was nothing but a bad dream. *Heart beat* "Yes, it's me, and Samantha is the little sister you left 7 years ago. Well, it seems that my genes have been passed on to both my little girls, but it looks like Samantha's got the lion share." *Heart beat* "Hello, Big Sister, I'm sure you don't remember me, after all, I was only 8 years old when you left and you were 9. But yeah, I guess we both grew up to some very big, strong girls, now didn't we? Of course, I'm a little big bigger, and a lot stronger." Samantha exclaimed as she popped her 160" bicep with a smirk on her face. "No way, you may be bigger, but no way you're stronger than Becky!" Annie says with an angry look on her face. "She'll show you, you'll see!" *Heart beat* "Oh no, in fact, you'll be the ones to see, Samantha has been training not just to beat Becky, she has been training to beat both of you. We challenge you to meet us in this warehouse a week from today, 3pm. We have a special way for us to test my theory, right here." Beth stepped over to the side and showed them a specialized table, one that had one handle on one side, and two similar handles on the other side. It looked in all other purposes like a big, steel, arm wrestling table, like the kind Becky and Annie had just got done using. "Let me show you how this works, Samantha will be sitting on one side, and you two girls, if you can even fit your bulbous bodies together on the opposite side, will take the opposite handles, one hand each. And then we shall see if Samantha, my true muscle princess, is stronger than you two put together, do you agree?" With that Beth set her arm against one of the handles and counted to 3, Samantha pushed her mother's arm down easily, without a difference in emotion or effort, seemingly. "Oh, you almost made me try there, mom. You must have been working out." "Yeah, I have, really hard and heavy." She sneered at her ex-husband and popped up a quick single biceps pose that showed a very big, rounded bicep that almost burst the sleeve of her T-shirt. "Next time, maybe, mom. But Annie, Becky, don't think I'll go so easy on you." She flexed her biceps again as she said this, put a little bit more of a pump behind and her biceps looked noticeably bigger, more defined, more vascular. This made Becky and Annie gulp in nervous anxiety. The video popped off the screen, last showing Samantha's confident, smirking face. *Heart beat* "Ahhh!" Becky screamed as she sat up in her bed. She looked around, her new friend Annie Ample was sleeping on an air mattress, her 340 pounds of huge, rock hard muscle compressing it greatly. Well, that part was real, but was the rest of it. Did she really see her mom and little sister? Did they really challenge her to an arm-wrestling match, her and Annie put together? "Annie? Annie wake up!?" She called loudly. "Huh, what? What time is it?" Annie said groggily. "Oh, it's 6:30 in the morning. But I was just having this crazy dream. My mom, and my sister, they challenged me and you to an arm wrestling match, my sister, she had such huge muscles, and such a confident smirk, like she knew she could beat us with ease. That was only a dream, right?" "No, that really happened, we're going to meet them at the warehouse on the other side of town, at 3pm today. Don't you remember, that happened almost a full week ago?" "Oh jeez, what do we do? How can we match that kind of muscle!?!" "Come on, Becky, we're two, together, there's no way she could beat us! But if you're so worried, we can do a hardcore workout, we can get our muscles as big and strong as we can get them, right before we head over. If you're not confident after we pump our muscle up huger than ever, than we don't stand a chance, you'll be mentally beaten before you get physically beaten." "Hey yeah! Good idea, Annie! We'll pump ourselves up huge, when we pump up, we almost always get stronger right away." "There's the spirit, no time to start like the present!" Annie gets up and stretches, her tiny teddy doing nothing to hide the immense muscles covering each and every inch of her frame. She yawned and her chest exploded outward, straining the straps, before she released the stretch and got ready to go out into the hall. "Yeah, just got to go wake dad up, I'm sure he wouldn't want to miss a chance at to see us grow stronger and then measure us, plus he could help us with our protein shakes." "Cool, well, I'll go warm-up. See you in a bit, Beck." Becky knocked on her dad's door and opened to find him still sleeping, his head covered in sweat, as he convulsed, moaning. "Dad! Wake up, you're having a bad dream! Wake up!" "Becky! Thank goodness, I was having the worst dream, it was your mother and your little sister, they were challenging you and Annie..." "Shucks, I had the exact same dream, I wonder what that means. But it's not a nightmare, it's completely real, they did challenge us, and we did accept, it's today at Melson Warehouse on 67th street, 3pm. Me and Annie were just going to start working out to prepare ourselves." "Becky, I don't know if we should go through with this, Samantha looked so hugely muscular, so confident, what if she was stronger than the two of you put together? What would we do?" "We're going to work hard to make sure that doesn't happen, but if it does, then we'll work even harder to make sure it doesn't happen again." "I don't trust your mother, I'm sorry, but there was something sinister in her eyes, in her voice, even if you guys do win, I have a feeling it wouldn't be over." "Don't worry, daddy, I'm sure we can handle mom, especially if we handle Samantha." "Alright, if you really think so. Well, let's get to it, I'll go make you guys a good breakfast, steak and eggs with orange juice." "Sounds good, dad. See you in a little while, Annie started to warm up, so I'm going to join her." "Alrighty then." Becky left the room abruptly as her dad got himself up, cleaned and dressed. He went to the kitchen and started cooking up a dozen eggs, six each for Becky and Annie, then put on 4 ribeye steaks, 2 each for the girls. He knew girls needed a ton of protein, so he made a couple of heavy protein drinks for the girls, which he probably would have to do 3 more times that day before leaving for the match. He got a big tray out, and put the two big plates of food on it. He brought it out to Becky and Annie, who were both doing some curling warm-ups. "Hey Mr. Jones, boy, that sure looks good!" "Hello, Annie, you look great this morning, I would venture to guess you gained at least another 2 inches on your arms." "Oh, thanks for noticing, but I've only just been warming up, I won't be going heavy until after breakfast." Both girls chowed down on their breakfast, like they were eating their last meals, they took huge forkfuls and huge gulps from their protein shakes, and finished in the huge meal in about 10 minutes. Mr. Jones stood there dumbfounded as he watched Annie and Becky polish off the huge meal in no time. They gulped down the rest of their shakes. "Yummy, that was great dad! Now I'm all energized, ready to kick some ass, what about you, Annie?" "Oh hell yeah! This is for Samantha! Let's get ready to rumble!" Without any further pretense, Annie and Becky started putting plates on their curling bars, until Annie was pounding out heavy, hard reps with 700 pounds, and Becky was doing the same with 750 pounds. Mr. Jones shook his head with awe and amusement as he took the plates back to the kitchen, and made up two more huge doses of protein shakes. He still had trouble believing that there could be someone stronger than the girls that stood in his living room, but his other daughter Samantha, who he had last seen 7 years before, well she certainly looked up to the task. He had a sneaking suspicion that his ex-wife Beth Halford-Jones had not only been driving her incredibly hard for years on end, but also gave her all kinds of muscle growth drugs and taken other such short-cuts to get her to that level. He only hoped that Beth hadn't poisoned Sammy's mind in the process. *** Five hours later Annie and Becky were toweling each other off, after an incredibly intense workout. Becky's dad, Mr. Jones was on the sideline, sipping his soda, an incredibly interested spectator. Of course you know that he couldn't do a single thing, other than watch and marvel, but let's just say that there's a reason he decided to wear extra underwear that morning. He saw Becky and Annie put up some incredible poundages, working their arms, shoulders, chests, even some light leg work as well. Anything that would help them get the extra strength they needed to defeat Samantha Strong in their armwrestling match, which was now 3 hours away. "Wait girls, you worked out everything except one area, your abs, you're going to need core strength and stamina in order to defeat Samantha." Ab muscles were a favorite muscle of his, right after biceps of course. He loved taking the time to count his little girl's 48 pack. He marveled at the definition that Samantha had in her abs. It was something that amazed him, she was ripped to shreds in every area, and even after seeing her incredibly immense arms, her 56 pack almost immediately seemed to draw his attention away from her arms, which was nearly impossible, simply because of the immense size and definition that her arms had attained. "Good point, dad! We got time, let's do a hardcore ab workout, then do one more set on the arms, then we should be ready to go!" "Yeah, great suggestion, Mr. Jones. What should we start with?" "Well, if you ask me, weighted leg-lifts are always a good start concerning abs." Mr. Jones said a little anxiously. "You got it. Becky, come here." Annie said as she pulled herself up and brought her legs up about 45 degrees. "Okay, Annie, what do you want me to do?" Becky looked up at her friend with a quizzical expression. "Hold onto my ankles and lift your feet off the ground, you're going to be my weight." "Oh, cool! Let's do it!" Becky said as she grabbed on to Annie's ankles tightly. Annie's abs rippled as she pulled up Becky's 400 pounds+ time after time after time. After 50 reps she told Becky to get down, then she crunched 50 unweighted leg lifts out before dropping to the ground with a loud crash. Luckily, because of Becky's immense weight, and the weights that she used, the basement of the house, where they worked out was greatly reinforced. Still, 400 pounds of muscle tended to make the ground shake when dropped from a great height. "Wow, Annie, your abs look great!" Becky said as she felt Annie's hard 48 pack. They were deeply separated by at least an inch deep crevice in between plates. "Oh come on, Becky, your abs are better. So many more, and sooooo cut!" Annie told Becky as she felt Becky's incredible muscle tummy. It had 56 square blocks that were almost a full 2 inches deep and that was before she even worked them out! Becky got up on the pull-up bar herself and told Annie and her dad to come over, she told Annie to hold onto one leg and her dad to hold on to the other. They did as told, and Becky brought their combined 560 pounds up off the floor by lifting her legs. She proceeded to rip through 50 reps, then told Annie to get off, but her dad to hang on to both her legs, then did another 50 with just him. He got down and she held the position and smiled easily as she crunched her abs into even more defined blocks of muscle that had striations and veins billowing all over their surface. Annie whistled and Mr. Jones stared wide eyed, having a hard time controlling himself. This was his daughter, but her muscles were just incredible to behold! "Oh yeah, check those things out, guys! Hey dad, how about you go get the baseball bat in the closet, try to test the hardness of my abs!" "Sure thing, sweetie!" Mr. Jones ran off towards the closet and brought out both an aluminum bat, and a short handled sledgehammer. "This is always so cool, Annie, you want to try?" Becky said with an immense smile on her face. Annie shook her head. "No, I couldn't, that would hurt, if I tried to hit you with my hardest shot!" "No you won't, believe me, me and dad have been doing this for a long time, he's never even come close to hurting me, I'd like someone a little stronger to try and at least knock the wind out of me, please Annie?" Becky said pleadingly. "Well, alright, but I think you underestimate your toughness little girl, plus, I really don't want to hurt you when we have a big contest coming up in a little over an hour." Annie said doubtfully. "Don't worry about it, Samantha may be big, and mom talks a big game about her, but you and me together? We're 850 pounds of grade A Girl Beef, no way can a girl, even one that weights more than 500 pounds, can take us down. Now come out swinging!" That's all Annie needed to hear as she took a stance near her best friend and took a big swing at her with the aluminum baseball bat. The clang could be heard through out the house, had anyone been within 100 feet of the house, they would've heard it too. But instead of even slight pain on Becky's face, she was smiling, her perfect white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. Annie took this as a signal to continue. She swung at least 4 more times, with all her strength, and was entirely amazed that the smile never left Becky's face. She did have red marks on her abdominal columns, but these soon faded as she redoubled her flexing. Mr. Jones brought the sledge forward and slammed it full force into Becky's abs, again, no response. She was just too thick, too tough in the stomach area to affect. Becky laughed as she dropped down to the floor and moved her hips around, accentuating her incredible ab definition like a belly dancer. "Well, all I know is I wouldn't want to get into a belly punching contest with you girl, those abs could stand up to a rocket launcher!" Annie said as she high-fived Becky. "Yup, boy, I hope if Samantha loses, that we can talk her into that, a belly punching contest! I'd love to see the look on her face when her huge muscles are no use compared to my 60 pack!" Becky giggled. "Well, I think it's about time to go, girls, I think you girls should win, but I don't trust your mother, Becky, so we may need a little back up plan." Mr. Jones pocketed the short sledge just in case. *** They arrived at the warehouse specified by Beth, and slowly made their way through the doors, it appeared abandoned, save for some very interesting machines, they didn't even look like weight machines, they appeared to be some kind of scientific equipment. "You're early, good, you have the chance to see Samantha finish her workout, I sure enjoyed you girls working out, of course, you have inferior equipment, but it just goes to prove that science and strength put together makes a superior physique." Beth explained as she came out of the shadows slowly, menacingly. "So, you watched our whole workout, Mom? Did Samantha too?" "Oh yes, she was watching intently, while curling a 350 pound dumbbell in each hand, laughing at your weakness, your sloth. Only getting up at 7am, hah. What time did we get up this morning, dear?" "4:45, mother, as always." Came a voice out of the dark. "That's right, so while your girls were just getting up, Mark, Samantha was already working out for 2 hours, and she has continued up to this very point, only stopping to eat and go to the bathroom. Isn't that right, dear? Come on, step into the light so your father and sister can see you." Samantha stepped out from the darkness, to gasps from Annie, Becky and Mr. Jones. What they saw a week ago was nothing compared to what approached them now, they saw that she was slightly shorter than Becky, but far wider, far thicker, and far more defined in every single area. Veins were working their way from her shoulders down her arms, from her calves up to her thighs and then up to her stomach. Her pecs were now at least 38 inches deep, and her stomach looked like it made Becky's 60 pack look like a keg. Had anyone had the attention span to count every single section, the number would go up all the way to 72! Becky gulped audibly looking at her stomach. "So, you girls worked out today, hardcore was it? Samantha has been working out like a demon every single day, 18 hours a day, ever since last week. She doesn't want to just beat you, she wants to annhiliate you both. Samantha, show them the arm they will have to beat!" Samantha robotically did as her mother said, flexing her right arm, showing that 160 inches was a distant memory. Beth smirked as she walked over, unrolling a big measuring tape, she had a hard time reaching around Samantha's immense body, but finally was able to get it all the way around. "185 inches! Hah! Makes your arms look pathetic, doesn't it, makes your arms put together look pathetic. Now, how about we find out if my girl is stronger than the two strongest girls in the World!" She said this with contempt. Becky and Annie looked at each other with great doubt as they made their way to the arm-wrestling table, Samantha sat across from them, looking up at them with cold, emotionless eyes. They marveled at Samantha's width, sure Becky and Annie put together were wider than her, but the fact was, it wasn't by so much that they felt good about it. Samantha put her hand around the handle and signaled to Annie and Becky to do the same. "Do you want to count it down, Mark, or shall I?" Beth said with undisguised hatred. "You go ahead, dear." Mr. Jones said with nervousness in his voice. "On 3, 1...2...3! Arm-wrestle!" The action wasn't quite fast and furious as some would think, in fact, the first 3 minutes of the match, there didn't appear to be any movement at all. But after that point, Samantha's arm started to move, Annie and Becky were winning! But they were doing it by small increments, these two incredibly strong girls were just barely using their combined strength to overcome a girl that must be on a whole different level. Samantha showed emotion for the first time, desperation, she looked at her mother with a look of what do I do now? Beth was urging her on, getting more and more beligerant as Samantha's hand got nearer to the table. Samantha gritted her teeth, tried to pull her bar harder, but her immense power wasn't enough, she was losing stamina by the second. It took them several minutes, but finally, Becky and Annie finally put Samantha's hand down, with their two. "I can't believe it! Samantha, what are you doing? Years of this, years of training, years of taking supplements, years of injecting you with the finest steroids money can buy, and this is what comes of it, you lose! You're a loser, I never should've wasted my time on you, I should've just left you with your father like I did Becky. You are nothing but a disappointment!" Samantha took this whole diatribe, and tears were forming in her eyes. She broke down and started bawling like the young girl she was. "H..how could you say that to me, you don't love me anymore, mom?" Samantha said between sobs. "Love! Haha, I never loved you, I just saw you as a means to get back at your father, but now, well, I don't want anything to do with you." Beth spat on the floor. "Beth, you're nothing but a spoiled bitch! I don't know why I ever married you, it was a complete disaster from the beginning, I knew you were always competitive, but I thought two children would take that out of you, I see now, you're more competitive than ever. Samantha doesn't deserve that, you've mistreated her from day one, and if she wants, I'd take her in right now. She and Becky can be real sisters, you kept them apart for years, and for what, revenge? You're just a terrible person." Mark was near crying himself as he cut into his ex-wife. "Yes, I do want to come home with you, dad, I'm sorry mom ever pulled me into this, but what could I do?" "Oh, that's it, is it? You want to go home with your father, your sister, and this muscle bound bimbo? Well go ahead! But trust me, you haven't seen the last of me, Mark, I swear it!" With that she rushed to a side exit, kicking her leg out, and to the amazement of everyone present, the door flew off it's hinges and flew 10 feet in front of her, she stepped over it as she ran off into the distance. Mark went over to hug Samantha, he marveled at his daughter's strength and muscularity, but then felt her arms compressing his torso. "Honey, too tight, let up a little!" He said between breaths. "Oops, sorry, mom never hugged me, so I never really had the experience of knowing how to hug another person, well, at least since I was younger." Samantha said, with fresh tears in her eyes. Becky and Annie got in on the hug fest. Becky and Samantha were shaking with sobs of joyful crying, being reunited as a real family for the first time in 7 years. Annie smiled at the reunion, tears welling up in her eyes. "Well, let's go home girls, we have to pick out space for Samantha's room. Oh, and why don't you girls take that arm-wrestling table, it might be useful in the future." "Yay! Let's go to your new home Samantha!" Becky, Annie and Samantha carried the heavy table out to the truck, and put it in back. The room of the truck was all taken up, but they managed to make it home without too much trouble. Annie helped them set up and moved out of the guest room, which would be Samantha's permanent room. She then hugged all 3 and made her way home with a wistful smile on her face. Not only did she find girls stronger than her, but they were more muscular than her as well, which gave her some new weightlifting goals for the future. The End... or is it? *** A hulking form was working out in the dank light provided by one overhead lamp. "I'll show them, this isn't over, not by a longshot." The light moved so the face of Beth Halford-Jones was shown, the light showed a glimpse of her body, her immensely muscular, completely ripped body. A body that she would hone until she felt ready to challenge her daughters and that Annie Ample girl. "Make a fool out of me, will they. I don't think so!" She smiled grimly as she completed another curl with the 200 pound dumbbell in her hand. Now that's the end!