Title: A Beach of a Tale: Part Three
by Paul Schilling (pschill39@aol.com)
Subject: Karoline gets revenge for being humiliated twice.

Part 3

    As Karoline came closer to the Bent Arms Tavern, she saw that garish 
neon arm flex welcoming the 'body elite' of the town. She pauses only a 
few seconds at the door watching men and women who look like they belong 
in her muscle magazines walk in and out. Karoline had second thoughts 
about going in but she kept telling herself she had something to get off 
her chest. She looked down at her left arm and flexed it, trying to 
remain as inconspicuous as she could. She watched with excitement as her 
upper arm filled her sleeve, then she mumbled to herself, "Well, in for 
a penny, in for a pound." Karoline nervously opened the door and entered 
a whole new arena. 

    For a Wednesday night the bar seemed extremely docile. There were 
about twenty people scattered about the place. The bartender, who stood 
about 5' 4" and weighed about 160 lbs., all of it muscle, caught 
Karoline off guard when she asked, "What can I get for you?" Karoline 
told her that she was looking for some people and would order when she 
found them. The bartender nodded and went to wait on someone else. 
Karoline was dumbfounded as she watches the skin-splitting muscle on 
every part of the bartender's body come alive with every movement. She 
began to envision her own head on a tall version of that body when she 
felt someone grab her from behind. 

    "Karoline," the person said. With that, Karoline spun around and saw 
that it was Laura standing in front of her. 

    "Hello, Laura," Karoline said coldly. 

    "Geoff's in the can, and we're sitting over there at that table," 
Laura said politely. Karoline couldn't believe what she just heard; 
loud, brash, Laura was being so well-mannered. The girls returned to the 
table just as Geoff was sitting down. 

    "Hi, Geoff," Karoline said. Geoff turned to say hello, but before he 
could get a word out he looked at Karoline and was awestruck. Geoff 
thought to himself that this wasn't the same skin and bones who had been 
tutoring him all summer, no, this skin and bones had some lean to her 
and was looking better by the minute. 

    "Wow!" Geoff whispered, then spoke aloud. "Hi, Karoline. Wow, you're 
really looking good." 

    Karoline couldn't resist the temptation. "Do you think so?" she 
asked as she lifted one arm and fluffed her hair with her hand, giving 
Geoff a look at her small but noticeable bicep as it grew. 

    Laura noticed it too, cocking one eyebrow. "Been working out lately, 
huh?" 

    "Well, to put it bluntly," there was a pause, "I was always a late 
bloomer and with the home workouts that I've been doing, I guess I 
really never took the time to look at the results." Karoline lied 
through her teeth as she sat straight up, shoulders back, flirting with 
Geoff as she threw her chest out stretching her blouse and taxing her 
buttons. 

    Contempt began welling up in Laura, but she knew her time was near. 
"Anybody up for a drink, this round is my treat," Laura said coolly. She 
got up and went to order the drinks. A few minutes later she returned. 

    "It's called a 'Massive Heart Attack,'" Laura smiled. 

    "I shouldn't really be drinking any alcohol," Karoline replied 
remembering what Christy had told her. 

    "Look," Geoff interrupted, "a couple of drinks won't hurt. C'mon, 
live a little." He smiled. 

    'One or two shouldn't make a difference,' Karoline thought to 
herself and openly agreed. "Well okay, maybe just one." 

    About six drinks and four hours of 'polite' conversation later... 
"I'll be right back," Laura said getting up. "I've gotta go to the 
(hic!) 'scuse me, the little girls room." Laura left a slightly-
intoxicated Geoff with a more than slightly inebriated Karoline. 
        
    "That Laura is all right, huh, Karoline?" Geoff asked, but Karoline 
didn't answer. She just sat there looking at him. 

    "Geoffrey," Karoline said scooting closer him, while removing her 
glasses and letting her hair fall free. "You like big, hard bodied 
women." 

    "Yeah..." Geoff replied with hesitation. 

    "You see this arm...? Now watch." Karoline raised her left arm but a 
lot slower this time. Again her upper arm began to fill her sleeve and 
this time made a small but noticeable tear at the seam. "Go ahead, feel 
how hard it is." Geoff's eyes got wide as he couldn't believe hard it 
was. "It's small, but I have a way to triple its size. Karoline then 
dropped her arm and grabbed his hands and guided them to her chest. 
"Like 'em?" she said seductively making his hands cup her braless tits. 
Her nipples began to stiffen as she took a deep breath popping the top 
button. She looked at them, then looked back at Geoff's red face and 
said, "They're small, but I can make them just as large as you want them 
to be." 

    Geoff's face began to get redder from embarrassment. "Uh... um..." 
he stuttered, "Karoline, I don't think this is the time or the place for 
this." Geoff pleaded and tried removing his hands, but Karoline was 
stronger than she seemed. She released one of his hands, but drew his 
other slowly down her hardened abs to her thighs. 

    "You felt how rock-hard my abs were... now try this," she said as 
she tightened her thighs. "You can feel the power surge can'tcha," she 
gently slurred as she took Geoff's hand and ran it up and down slopes 
and hollows of her ever bulging thighs. She then took his hand and made 
him feel the near-bursting seam of her slacks. "If I wanted to, I could 
show you what a well proportioned thigh and calf looks like, right now, 
just by putting a little bit of pressure on. Would you like that, 
Geoff?" Geoff was speechless as Karoline moved in closer. "Just ditch 
the gorilla and come home with me, and I'll show you that the word 
'benchpress' has more than one meaning." With that, Karoline pressed 
herself against Geoff and gave a probing kiss. 

    The more Geoff struggled to break loose, the more Karoline pushed 
herself on him. "C'mon Karoline, knock it off... What's Laura going to 
say when she sees you... us?" 

    Karoline sits up straight. "Screw her. She's not my type anyway." 

    "Excuse me," a voice came from behind. "I'm not WHO'S type, BITCH?" 

    Karoline smiles and spins around. An angry Laura, having heard parts 
of the conversation, stands over the both of them. Geoff stands up, 
trying to prevent a fight from happening, but Laura pushes him back, 
stumbling. He sits back down. 

    "I'll handle this, baby," Karoline tells Geoff and gives him a 
drunken kiss on the cheek. She stands up yelling, "You freakin' bitch, I 
put up with your crap for long enough. Now it's my tur... YOUR turn!" 
she yells poking her finger into Laura's muscular chest. 

    Laura grabs Karoline by the finger and begins to bend it. As this is 
happening, she squares her shoulders and tenses her chest, solidifying 
her rippling muscles, causing a slight but noticeable tear to appear in 
her jersey. She lets loose of Karoline's finger and then grabs her by 
the collar, lifting her several inches off the ground to face level. 
"Slug," Laura says gritting her teeth, "you thought the beach was bad... 
well, girlie, you ain't seen nothin' yet!." Karoline didn't flinch even 
as she watched a thick puffy vein make an imprint in Laura's tight 
jersey sleeve. 

    The bartender, who was watching this scene from behind the bar 
excuses herself and hurries over to the table. "HEY!" she shouts. "No 
fighting, especially when I'm on duty. Now," she says calmly, "if you 
girls want to stay in here, you'll drop her and follow me, then you can 
settle this like ladies." Laura barely paid attention to what she had 
said. "Look!" the bartender says as she wedges her way between Laura and 
Karoline. "I said, 'knock it off' or so help me, I'll kick you both out 
on your asses." 

    The bartender, though shorter than Laura, was every part a match for 
her, pound for pound and muscle for muscle. The bartender tightened her 
arm and a river of veins began to run up and down the widening arms. 
Laura then dropped Karoline, who, for being drunk, composed herself 
quickly. The three of them then walked over to a bar table with two 
knobs on it. 

    "Ladies," the bartender starts, "you'll settle this little tete-a-
tete with arm wrestling, UNDERSTAND!" Both Karoline and Laura drunkenly 
nod in agreement. "The one who wins gets 'Gorgeous George' over there 
and can help the loser out the door. Capish?" 

    "Oh I understand perfectly," Laura says as she clenches her fist and 
slowly raises her right arm to about 20 degrees and stops. "Just 
perfectly." She vainly smiles as she furiously jerks her arm up the rest 
of the way. The volcanic action of her upper arm causes the sleeve to 
snap at the seam. As she gloats she looks over at her opponent just 
staring and then says, "You're mine, even after I get done with you 
here." Karoline just stands there and smiles. 

    Meanwhile, Geoff stumbles over. "Mind if I watch, since it seems to 
be over me?" 

    "Hell yes, you're watchin'... You're goin' to watch me drag Miss 
'Sugar-Muscles' right off this table and into the back alley for the 
lesson of her life." Laura sharply threw her shoulders back, causing her 
chest again to thrust forwardly, purposely causing the slight tear to 
rip even more. "Afterword sweetheart, we'll go back to my place and I'LL 
show you that the word 'benchpress' has more than one meaning." 

    Upon hearing this, Karoline stands up as straight as she could. "YOU 
SLOB!" She began to breath slower, expanding her chest, widening the gap 
between the buttons on her tight blouse. "Geoffrey dear," Karoline said 
calmly, "as soon as I take care of 'Super-Cow' here, I promise you, I'll 
show you muscles like you never have seen before." 

    "All right, all right," the bartender butted in fairly quickly. "You 
both do know the rules, right?" she said, looking directly at Karoline. 
Again, both nodded. "All righty!" she then turns to the small growing 
crowd of spectators. "I need a referee." 

    "But..." Karoline interrupted. 

    "Sorry," the bartender replied, "but I can't. I'm an interested 
party. And besides, I got a bar to tend." 

    Amidst the mumbling in the crowd, a voice spoke up. "I've wrestled 
before; I'll ref." The voice was attached to a fairly slim built girl. 

    "You?" Laura laughed aloud. 

    "ME!" the girl answered. "Don't let this small body fool you, I'm 
very tough." The girl flexed her arm, and it expanded and thickened with 
muscle very quickly. Each girl looked angrily at each other and agreed. 

    The two opponents settled down in their chairs, seated their elbows 
on the table, and clasped hands. "All right," the ref directed, "when I 
let go of your hands, put your back into it. Ladies, at the count of 
three." As she began to count the crowd joined in and at three, both 
Laura and Karoline began to push. There were bets going on in the crowd 
and some of the wagers were like 50 to 1 on Laura to win. 

    Laura was confident that she was going to win because of her size 
and power. "Tell you what I'll do," she said convincingly. "I'll use 
only a quarter of my strength and still beat you." At this, Laura 
voluntarily bounced her bicep just to taunt Karoline. For about five 
minutes, Laura sat coolly and watched as a worried and heavily 
perspiring Karoline grunted and groaned. Just then, when Karoline 
thought all was lost, she began to feel all warm and fuzzy, like the 
first time when she took a drink of Christy's potent drink, and with a 
surge of power began inching Laura's arm the other way. Everyone who was 
there watching, including the contestants, were amazed at this turn of 
events. Laura was stunned and became angered. "That does it, bitch. No 
more Mr Nice Guy," Laura stated, gritting her teeth. "Watch this," she 
said as she began to pour on the power. Loud rips could be heard coming 
from Laura's sleeve as she started to tense her forearm, and a small 
vascular map began to show as she pushed harder. The sleeve portion 
around her upper arm fared no better either. A large snake like vein 
began to make its imprint as her arm grew inside the waning sleeve until 
a mountainous bicep burst through. The more Laura pushed, it seemed the 
more her arm grew until her bicep was covered in a vast network of 
veins. 

    Karoline's narrow eyes grew wide as she saw Laura's display. Though 
silent through this whole match, her mind was a tizzy with thoughts of 
another humiliation and losing Geoff for good. That's when she debuted 
her own power. With one healthy push Karoline tensed her own arm and a 
bicep, half the size of a baseball, began to grow, driving its way up 
through her sleeve. She then smiled through her own gritting teeth. 
"You're goin' down," she muttered. 

    "I don't think so!" Laura replied. 

    The contest of strength was also a contest of wills, which lasted 
maybe five minutes longer. Muscle power was beginning to weaken on both 
girls, but with a grunt, an angry Laura slammed Karoline's arm down hard 
on the table, then roughly threw her to the ground. 

    The girl that was grabbed to referee the match declared Laura the 
winner, lifting the one arm high in the air. The crowd in the bar was in 
a frenzy and started chanting, "FLEX, FLEX, FLEX". They hoisted Laura up 
on the table and she hit a double bicep/lat spread causing her sweat-
soaked jersey to give way in certain places. After a few more poses, 
Laura jumped off the table and, with her chest thrust out, walked over 
to Geoff and anchored a long, deep kiss on him. 

    Karoline, meanwhile, managed to stand up and began to whimper and 
feel quite violently ill. She ran out the back door and into the alley, 
where she got down on her hands and knees and began convulsing with the 
dry heaves. She managed to crawl to the far side of a dumpster and began 
to puke her brains out. Inside, amidst the cheers of the crowd, Laura 
pumped and posed more for the crowd ripping her jersey fully open 

    "Where'd 'Miss Wimpy' go to," Laura looked around while tying her 
ripped top just above her midriff. "I wanted to 'thank' her," she said, 
tugging on the knot, "in my own way for giving me some good stiff 
competion." 

    "Look," Geoff said, "don't you think maybe you done enough damage?" 

    Laura thought for a moment, then answered. "Yeah, you're right! I 
don't think she'll want to show her face anymore," she laughed as she 
put one of her heavy arms around Geoff's shoulders and walked back over 
to the bar. 

    Karoline, on the other hand, wanted to go back in and finish what 
was started, but was feeling belittled as well as sick, so she began to 
stumble her way home, grumbling to herself, "Next time, my turn!" 


(Well, feminine-type-muscle fans, that was strike two. Strike three is 
in the concluding chapter)