A Beach of a Tale by Paul Schilling (halfahubinc@aol.com) Part 1 At a ripe old age (somewhere in her twenties), Karoline has the face that could launch a thousand ships. Her body, though, could sink the same thousand. Karoline Reddak has a problem; she is as skinny as a piece of Balsa wood. She's healthy, just skinny, no weight, no mass, and because of this she doesn't get out much. She works during the year at the local college bookstore and during the summer she acts as a tutor. She's had many a student but none like Geoff. Geoff is big, and if you were to ask Karoline, he is nothing but muscle on top of muscle handsome, but he needed help. It was because of his low grades that he had to be tutored, or lose his sports scholarship. During the last of their sessions, Geoff asked the question that Karoline wanted to hear but was long in dreading. "Uh, Miss Reddak," Geoff started. "Call me Karoline," she answered looking over her glasses at him. "Okay, Karoline. Would you be interested in going to the beach tomorrow? You know since it's the start of a long weekend," he finished his question. Karoline almost fell off her chair when he asked. "I..." and she hesitated for a second, her mind racing. 'The beach,' she thought, 'I could see dinner, maybe a movie, but why the beach? C'mon girl, this maybe the thing that will spruce up your love life. Just get up enough courage to say...' "YES! I, I mean, yes... yeah... sure." "Good!" Geoff answered. "I'll pick you up about 9:30 at your place." She gave him her address and then went home. That night, she was getting things ready to go. Stopping at the mirror, she froze and stared at herself. "Who am I kidding?!" she stated rather loudly. "Look at yourself, Karoline, we're a big nothing. All that money spent on all those alchemic protein shakes, vitamins, and those damn muscle building courses, all for nothing. Still, maybe Geoff DOES see something in me. I guess we will see." Saturday morning came without a hitch. Geoff was there at 9:30 and, being so close to the beach, they walked. Every step filled Karoline's mind with trepidation. The beach was already full of people, all shapes, all types, and all sizes. As they passed a 'Muscle-Beach' style outdoor- gym, Geoff's eyes began to wander a little bit and that caught Karoline's eye. She stared at his muscular arms and thought that maybe he would give her a show later on, but trouble was just beginning to brew. So far everything was perfect. Geoff and Karoline went in for a swim and played like little kids in the water. It wasn't until they emerged that he noticed her eyes were fixated on his upper arm. "I'm a little stiff from that swim," he said. "Could we go over to the workout area, so I could give you a show... I mean... work this stiffness out?" "O... Okay," Karoline agreed, trying to catch her breath as she could feel her body slowly come alive. "I'll meet you over there. I just want go grab the bag and put on my sundress." Geoff nodded and ran off. At this moment, Karoline didn't care about one solitary thing, she was on top of the world. As she headed over to the outdoor gym, she felt puny as she looked at all the big women in their off-size bikinis and one-piece swimwear. She stopped and took a deep breath and continued on. As she got closer she saw a familiar face. "Laura... Hey Laura," she yelled. The head turned around and looked, and a smile came across her face. "Well I'll be...! Karoline... I... I haven't seen you since high school." With that, she stood up. "You haven't changed since then." It was a scene out of a Tex Avery cartoon; Karoline's mouth dropped and her eyes bugged out. "I may not have changed, but what happened to you? You've gotten bigger." "Oh this?" Laura said, "I started working out at the local gym and 'Little Laura,' as I was known, started to grow. A late bloomer, I guess." Laura was, at one time, a little under 5'5" and as skinny as Karoline was. Now, she's a little over six foot and all muscle, solid muscle. She now flexed one of her relaxed arms which grew thick, as a slight, but definite, hump developed. Karoline realized that if she had those type of genes, what she was wearing would be rags and she'd have no problem attracting men. "Karoline... hey, remember me, your date?" Geoff waived his hand in front of her face. "You want to introduce me?" "Huh... oh yeah!" Karoline's trance was broken. "Geoff, this is Laura and... visa-versa. He's one of my summer tutorials," she states. "Nice to meet..." Geoff stopped his statement and went wide-eyed at Laura's presence. He finally forced his last word out "...you." The stormclouds have been seeded, the mistake made. HE met HER. Laura got a seductively evil look on her face when her eyes met his body. She took in a slow, deep breath of air, slowly expanding her already large chest, popping several buttons off her sleeveless blouse, exposing just enough of her hard pecs and tanned deep cleavage to tease Geoff. Needless to say, Geoff interests were peaked. "Rather warm, ain't it," Geoff's words fumbled out. "How about I spring for something to drink. Karoline, why don't you go over and get them." Geoff's eyes were starting to wander more and more towards Laura's chest. "Okay, but I need some money... you know, cash!" Karoline said as she watched Geoff. "Huh..." Geoff snapped to. "Sure, here." "Make sure they're good and cold," Laura said. "Cause I'm getting real hot," she then said under her breath, looking at Geoff seductively. And with that, she took another deep breath and popped another button, exposing more of her cleavage and the perfect halves of the melons that were her breasts. "C'mon, big man, let's go over here and sit down and get to know each other... more directly." With that, Laura reached over and gave Geoff a kiss. It just wasn't a peck on the lips, it was a full unadulterated lip- lock. A lip-lock that lead to probing hands. It seemed like it was hours for the two, but within a couple of minutes Karoline came back and was shocked at what she saw. She stood there and listened in to their conversation. "I'm yours," Laura said breathlessly. "I'm all muscle, rock-hard, and all you need. Just ditch the toothpick and I can show you the time of your life." Laura stopped talking and guided her mouth to his again and took his hands rubbing them against her stiff-nippled boobs. Karoline had seen enough and grabbed Laura by her meaty shoulder and spun her around. Laura then stood up. With fire in her eyes, Karoline pushes Laura's chest and yells, "TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF MY DATE OR ELSE!" Laura doesn't even budge, she simply rolls her eyes in patronizing disbelief. "Really?" Laura says calmly. "Look, I don't want any trouble, so let's have a little contest of power." Karoline nods her head and opens her mouth to speak as Laura takes advantage and speaks up again. "Okay, here's how it'll be: one punch to the gut. If either one of us doubles over, Superman goes home with the winner. Agreed?" Laura looks over at Geoff and winks her eye. She turns back to her opponent and tells Karoline, "You first." With that, Laura grabs the bottom of her shirt and rolls it up exposing what seems to be a soft belly, but looks are deceiving. Laura raises her huge arms above her head and interlocks her fingers. As Karoline clenches her fist and rears back, Laura tightens her abdominal wall, causing her well-defined muscles to become as hard as a brick wall. 'THUD!' Karoline's hand hits the wall and is pulled back, throbbing with pain. "Now it's my turn, toothpick." Without warning, Laura's fist hit hard and sweet, sending Karoline into the air about six inches and landing her face first in the sand. Laura firmly planted her left foot and stretched her right leg, causing giant ripples of muscles to form in her thighs and calves, nearly ripping the seams of her already tight shorts. Then she slowly and rhythmically performs a double bicep pose with a double lat spread causing her chest to swell even more as her ill-fated blouse rips to shreds, almost popping her bikini top off as well. "What did I tell you, Twiggy?" Laura smugly retorts, picking up a doubled-over Karoline with two fingers. "It takes years to get this big." With that, Laura takes her free arm and slowly bends her arm as over 19 inches of sinew and veins erupt slowly, bunching and hardening with every passing second. "You would have been real good competition if you'd try eating your spinach," and she throws Karoline to the ground face first, smiles, and flexes the other arm, looking over at Geoff. "C'mon stud, let's go." Geoff hesitates for a minute and goes over to Karoline to help her up, but she snaps back still feeling the effect of the sucker punch. "Keep your hands off me... I don't need YOUR help with anything!" She begins to cry. "You found what you were looking for in that oversized, muscle-bound bimbo. Now get out of my face." Upon hearing that, Laura stops in her tracks, squares her shoulders and turns her head laughingly, smirking. "You coming, Geoff?" she says and turns around and starts walking. Geoff gets up, leaving Karoline standing there, crying. "I'll get even with that bitch someday," she mutters under her breath, and heads home. Part Two A few days had passed and Karoline is constantly reminded by her mirror of the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Laura at the beach this past Saturday. It was Wednesday when she got the call from her best of friends, Christy, whom she hadn't seen since they parted ways after high school. "Hi! Karoline? It's me, Christy," the voice over the phone said. "Christy!" she paused. "I haven't seen you in years. Are you in town for long?" "No, unfortunately not." The voice dropped off, but then picked up again. "I'm only in town for a day and I thought I'd come over and share something wonderful with you, and it'll be a BIG surprise." There was no answer at Karoline's end. "Karoline... Hellooooo! Are you still with me?" "Huh... Oh... Yeah I'm still here... just something happened and, well,I don't really want to talk about it over the phone." "Sure... I understand. Maybe I should wait till the next time I'm out this way again?" the voice inquired. "No, come on over. I live at the same place... uh huh... okay in about an hour... okay, bye." Karoline hung up the phone. Karoline, mulling her problems over in her mind, cleaned her apartment and was surprised at the volumes upon volumes of different bodybuilding magazines from across the world she bought just trying to find the perfect body. She finished that and headed off to shower, drifting back to a day in their freshman year of high school in which she and this shorter girl with a budding figure punched a kid in the nose for saying that Karoline was a piece of straw. The more she dwelled on it, along with what happened Saturday, the hotter she got, hotter than the shower she was taking. The only release from part of this would be Christy taking on Laura. She got out of the shower and went and stood 90 lbs. dripping wet in front of the mirror. She swore up and down like a drunken sailor, finally coming to the conclusion that if she wanted muscle it would take her till she was ninety. She sighed and started toweling off when a knock came on the door. She put on her bathrobe and answered it . "Geoff!" Her surprise turned into disgust. "Can I help you?" she asked coldly. "Look, I'm..." Geoff started to say, stopped and started again. "I mean, that is to say, Laura and I want to apologize about the other day. We got back to her place and I talked to her." "Oh yeah?" she questioned, looking over his shoulder. Laura was up at the corner by the sidewalk and waved. "If you're not busy, how 'bout joining us at the 'Bent Arm' tonight say about nine or ten for a couple of drinks?" "Sure," Karoline said with a lot of trepidation, trying to figure out what the bitch was planning to do, "we'll see you then." Karoline closed her apartment door. "What'd she say?" Laura asked. Geoff just nodded his head. 'Good,humiliation, part two coming up.' Laura thought as she smiled. As the couple went down the street, they passed a rather tall figure, carrying what looked to be a keg on rather broad shoulders, heading for Karoline's apartment. When the figure got to her door, it sat the keg downand knocked. Karoline answered and was shocked at what she saw as she swung the door open. "Karoline, it's me, Christy," the figure said in a deep but feminine style voice. "Christy, is that really you?" Karoline's eyes grew wider with each passing blink. "Yep," the figure answered as she took off her sun hat and shades. "All 6' 3-1/2" and 240 lbs of me. You gonna let me come in, it is rather hot out here, you know." "Uh... sure, come right in." Karoline is perplexed more than ever now."So, long time, no see... what's, uh, the big surprise? The trenchcoat? The weight? The height? What happened?" "Here's what happened..." With that, Christy took in a several healthy lungs full of air and began to expand her upper body. The trenchcoat began to look like she was sewn into it as she kept on growing. She then smiled confidently as she raised her arms and her coat sleeves began to fill with what looked to be medium sized cannonballs. "Chris... OH MY GAWD!! What's going on?" Karoline exclaimed as shebacked away from her bloating friend. "Hold on... almost there... just a few more seconds and..." As Christy spoke, the seams to the coat sleeves gave way and a mound of muscle blasted through each sleeve. The buttons on the front of her coat fared no better as they were catapulted off. Christy grabbed the two front halves of her coat and pulled them apart. She revealed a sleeveless dress with an extremely lowcut front that showed off her massive chest and etched cobblestone abs. "There, that feels much better." Christy looked at a very dazed, confused and frightened Karoline. "Well, just don't sit there with your mouth hanging open, what do you think of my dress. Is it too revealing?" Karoline could not get the words out of her mouth. "The dress looks great... but you! What happened to you?" "Me?" Christy replied. "You... You're huge and those muscles!" Karoline answered. "Oh, these." Christy flexed one of her large arms. "These are the surprise, and I got them from eating the berries I made this juice from."Christy hoisted the small keg on her shoulder and took it over to the counter and put it down. Karoline was amazed as she watched her friends arm bunch and roll with muscles. "Let me sit down and give you the condensed story." "Okay," Karoline agreed. As Christy prepared to sit, she hoisted her long skirt and then sat crossing her legs. 'What a calf!' thought Karoline as she watched Christy's calf muscles bounced as though they had lives of their own. "Well," Christy started, "I was out on a camping trip with my ex- boyfriend Don, trying to reconcile some differences, and got separated from him. I met up with this grizzly bear who began to chase me because I had all the food. After losing the bear and the food I came to the conclusion that I was lost. Karoline hung on every word but she couldn't take her eyes off Christy's muscles as they involuntarily sprung up as she gestured. "After surviving the night," Christy continued, "and being cold and hungry, I found this bush with the berries. Taking the chance that they weren't poisonous, I started eating them. The more I ate, the more I grew and burst out of my clothes with muscle." "What about Don and the bear?" Karoline interrupted. "Don?" Christy answered. "I became too much of a match for both Don and the bear." Christy, with that, sat straight up and squared her shoulders causing her chest to inflate till she almost fell out of her top. "I went back later that week and dug up one of the bushes and replanted it at home and started making the juice." When Christy finished her story, she said to Karoline, "Come here and put your hands on my upper arm." Karoline put her hands (as far as she could) around the large upper arm and held on as Christy began to bring her arm up. Karoline's fingers began to separate as the large biceps ballooned to the size of a ripe grapefruit and as hard as a rock. Her eyes bugged out as she let go and watched as small, hose-like veins appeared and created a map across her whole arm. All Karoline could say was an exaggerated "Wow!" "That's right," Christy lowered her arm, showing off her gigantic horseshoe size triceps and large forearm. "I'm a mountain of muscle and, come bear or high water, I can lick 'em both!" Christy smiled at her friend, and then abruptly changed the subject. "I take it you're not happy about something that recently happened," she asked. "Yeah... but it's something I've got to handle on my own," Karoline lied out her teeth. "You said you were only going to be in town just for a day, meaning you leave in the morning, right?" "No," she answered, "I'm on a layover and have to get back to the airport. I just called on the whim that you weren't getting things ready for the school year and decided to drop this off." Karoline was dashed as her whole plan was proverbially flushed down the crapper. She was hoping her friend could take care of Laura at the bar. "Tell you what, get me a glass and I'll pour you some. But remember one thing... NO drinking alcohol with it." Karoline was puzzled when the word 'NO' was emphasized. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to sound so stern," Christy said more softly. "It's just I don't know what would happen if the two were mixed. I gave up the occasional drinking when I discovered this," Christy smiled. "Sure... okay." Karoline downed the glass like it was water and got a warm fuzzy feeling as it went down. "Hey!" she exclaimed. "This stuff ain't bad, maybe a little sweet but not bad." "And the results," Christy broke in, "should surprise you. Just remember," she added. "I know," Karoline smiled, "no heavy drinking." "Right," Christie agreed. "Look, Karoline, I've got a plane to catch, so I'll see you sometime, maybe soon." Christy gave a dwarfing hug to her friend and was off. As Karoline closed the door, she began to feel rather hungry. 'I wonder if this is one of the side effects,' she thought. "Let's see, I just went grocery shopping. I wonder what I bought that's good to eat," she stated as she opened up the door to the refrigerator. About one hour and an empty refrigerator later, Karoline had finished her feast and felt like the proverbial fatted calf. She forced her way up off the couch and walked over to the mirror expecting to see a reflection of another her and the dirty dishes in the sink. "NUTS!" she yelled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror."Where'd it all go?" She looked at herself. "I finished off a week's worth of groceries and... BRRRAAUWP!" She let loose with a burp that could have shook the windows in her apartment from their frames. "That came out of me?" she exclaimed. "Well," she sighed, "I had better get these dishes done before I do anything else." A little bit later, Karoline was amazed at how fast she had finished doing them. "Man, I'm faster than I thought I was," she smiled. "BRRRAAUWP!" She let go with another loud burp. "Yuck!" That left a bad taste in her mouth . She smacked her lipslooking for something other than water to drink. "Well," she looked over at the keg on the counter, "looks like it's you, me, and the ice." With that she grabbed a tall glass out of the dish drainer, put some ice and juice into it, and drank it down in one gulp. She smacked her lips again as she felt that warm fuzzy feeling come over her once again. "Christy said it was all natural, but I wonder if she may have spiked it for flavor. Oh well." Karoline dismissed the whole idea of her friend spiking a wonderful drink like this and walked into the bathroom to wash up a bit. She decided now was a good time to get on the scale, but she was disappointed and perplexed at what she saw. "Hmmmm," she scratched her head, "I should have gained at least a pound or two with every thing I ate. Nope, even dry, I'm still 90 lbs." Not very enthused with what she saw, she went to lay down on the couch for a nap. When her head hit the pillow she fell fast asleep. It was deep but not uninterrupted by dreams, each one worse than the other. The last dream sequence had a sudden change in it. She saw herself in a body far superior to Laura's. She looked on as she saw muscle grow on top of muscle and her new self tearing Laura to pieces until Laura was nothing but a mass of pulp. She flexed her new body for Geoff, then grabbed him, rubbing her body against his, finally getting what she wanted. Karoline woke up. "Wouldn't you know it, I finally get the man of my dreams and... I...wake..." she stopped mid-sentence and looked at her forearm "...up." "Oh... my..." Again she stopped mid-sentence. She examined her arms, they looked thicker, her flat chest seemed larger, and her legs shapelier. She jumped off the couch, made her way to the mirror and closed her eyes. "All right, on the count of three, open your eyes and see what happened," she told herself. "THREE!" She shouted and opened her eyes. "Oh no!" Karoline exclaimed. "Is that me?" She was speechless, for what she was looking at was not an emaciated bony body but a body that that was bursting with power and "MUSCLES! I GOT MUSCLES!" Overjoyed with disbelief, she extended her arms out and tightly clenched her fist and watched her forearm spring alive with a robust development of muscle and veins. She then slowly raised her arms and watched small but well- developed biceps the size of tennis balls rise up where there were none before. Karoline then lowered her arms and placed her hands on her hips and bravely looked down at her chest. "Oh, my," she squeaked as she watched her pectorals leap out like motor pistons forcing her enlarging breasts to rent her top, letting it just hang. When that happened, Karoline turned her neck to look at the well developed map of muscles on her back. "I don't think I'll be needing to buy any bras soon with this muscle. I don't think I'll have much use for one right away." She grabbed her top and began to tie it back together in a knot, thinking to herself, 'I'm fine as long as I don't take a real deep breath.'Afterward, she felt her shorts, at one time so loose, grow tighter and noticed how her abdominal wall was pushing the rivets that buttoned them grow ever closer to the breaking point. She relaxed and shook her muscles loose, then raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her back, then let her abs go. She popped two of the rivets off as her cobblestone abs grew firm and dense. "Will you look at that," she proclaimed. "SOLID, and no unearthly amount of sit- ups to do either." Karoline was more than pleased with her upper body. She then focused on her legs, and straightened her right leg out and pointed her toe. Almost immediately, her whole leg was covered with hills and valleys of striated muscle, ripping the seams of her shorts as far as the belt line. She was pleased with what she saw of her reflection and stood several minutes posing, watching all of her muscle groups leap voluntarily and involuntarily as she moved. She ended her 'routine' with a most muscular pose that finished off her top. As Karoline straightened up, she said, "Yep! I got muscles all right, but just how strong am I?" She began to look around her apartment for something small but heavy to lift. Her magazines were too awkward and her 'barbelles' too light. The only thing left was the wooden keg that was still over 7/8's full. "Christy carried this on one shoulder, but I'm not as big as she is,"Karoline mumbled to herself. "I know, I'll stick it in the fridge," she giggled. "I'll test my strength this way and keep it from spoiling." She disregarded the rag that was left of her top and walked over and gently opened the refrigerator door, then grabbed the keg. She was amazed at what with ease she picked up the heavy keg. She also watched proudly as her muscles bunched and rolled under the skin much like Christy's, and even Laura's, did. "With this kind of strength," Karoline gloated as she finished putting the keg in the refrigerator, "I should have no problem winning Geoff back." Karoline then squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, increasing the size of her torso, and smacked a clenched fist into the palm of her other hand. "Okay Laura, this is war, you get yours, and I'll get mine." With that, Karoline went to take a shower. After her shower, Karoline got on the scale and let out with a big"WOW!... 120 lbs of solidity." She was happy and went to her closet. Everything that once fit was now rather tight. She eventually found something. "It's a little small," she said, "but it'll have to do as long as I don't do something really dumb." With that, and with vengeance on her mind, she headed out for a night down to the Bent Arm and Geoff. 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 biceps 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 biceps 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 biceps 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 biceps/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 an 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 competition." "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!" Part 4 After the incident at the Bent Arms, Karoline managed to stumble home. She unlocked the street door, slamming it hard as she walked in. She just stood there in the doorway, whimpering, trying to get her equilibrium back. She made her way into the bathroom where she stopped at the sink and just looked at her face in the mirror. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She just turned on the water and began to cry. After washing the grime off her face and hands, she walked quietly, head bowed, into the master bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror on the inside of her closet door. Looking up, Karolinebegins to snarl at her own reflection as she grits her teeth and hits several poses shredding every stitch of clothing left on her body. She made herself as big as she could, then wilted into a big pile of despair on the floor. "Who am I trying to kid?" she sobbed. "Yourself, that's who!" she answered her reflection. "I'd be better off if I were big and fat!" Karoline's face turns from anguish to one of delight as she stands up and throws off her rags and puts on a fairly loose pair of sweats. She heads out to the local 24-hour grocery store, buying all types of food along with vitamins and protein supplements. Once back at home, Karoline rips open all the packages, going on the binge of her life. She pigged out for almost a day and a half. By the time Karoline was done she had eaten enough for to feed a small army. "Woof!" she said satisfyingly as she finished off the last piece of pizza. "There, the only bulges I want to see from now on is from fat cells." She lifted her sweatshirt above her boated belly and took her sweatpants and lowered them below the base of her overhang. "Yep!" she said, patting her stuffed belly. "From now on, it's fat and sassy." "BRAAAAUUUUWWP!" Karoline burps aloud, several times. "WOW!... whew." Karoline began feeling warm and fuzzy all over, but this time warmer and stranger then before. She began to feel ill and doubled over. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all." She puts her arms around her swollen belly and feels as if she is going to get sick. Karoline manages to roll of the couch and crawl into the bathroom, getting to the commode in time as she begins to convulse and sweat. "Oh God!" she screams in pain, "why did I do this?" Then as quickly as it had started, the sharp pain began to subside. Karoline then stood up and noticed her oversized belly was beginning to go away. She went to the bedroom and stood wide- eyed and jaw-dropping in front of the mirror. "No!" she yelled, "no... This can't be happening." Karoline saw her extra large belly transform back into the hard granite type bricks that her abs once were. "So much for that idea," she sighed as she watched each muscle take back its form. She then let out with another loud burp. "Yuck!" she said, smacking her lips. "Now that was a bad taste. I wonder if I managed to save any soda?" Karoline looked around and found nothing. "Great... just great." She sighed. Just then she remembered about that small keg of berry juice that Christy had brought her. She opened up the refrigerator door and grabbed the barrel, setting it on the counter. "This is all your fault, y'know," she groaned. "But I don't like the water here and I don't want to go out anymore... so you're it." As she reached out, she heard a rip; it came from the shoulders of her top. Silently she tore off her sleeves and grabbed the cask and popped the cork, with some difficulty, out of the hole. "That was tight," she said. "Now, do I drink you like a lady or do I chug you like a drunken frat rat?" She burped once more. "I chug." Karoline clears her throat and relaxes her esophageal muscles and begins to drink the entire thing. She wipes the little bit that was dribbling from her chin. Putting the keg back on the counter, she grabs a magic marker and starts drawing an image of Laura's face on the wooden container. Karoline picks up the barrel and frowns. "This is Laura's face," she says glibly as she begins to push in. Her muscles begin to grow as she squeezes the barrel more until it begins to give. "This is Laura's face when I get done with her... someday." It finally splinters, "Yes!" Karoline jumps for joy, flexing, doing a victory dance. Even though satisfaction was not total, Karoline feels somewhat relieved and heads for a shower. Afterwards, Karoline towels off and walks into the bedroom and feels a chill. "Brrrr... I never felt like this before... I'm cold." She reaches into her dresser and pulls out a lightweight flannel nightgown and puts it on. As she buttons it, she's very amazed. "Hey... it fits." She turns out the lights and settles down for the night. Her sleep went uninterrupted until her alarm went off the next morning. Karoline reaches out from her covers and smashes her clock and destroys her night stand in the same motion. She scratches her head as she looks at the mess on the ground. "It's Saturday and I set my clock, weird." She glances at the mess on the floor. "That's it... I buy plastic from now on." Karoline crawls out of bed and heads for the door, picking up her mess and putting it in some garbage bags as she heads for the door. Groggily, she opens the front door and is greeted by the morning sunlight. She drops the garbage into the can at the curb and gets the mail that was ignored since Thursday morning and bends over to pick up the newspapers and magazines at the front door. 'RRRRIIIIPPP!" a loud noise came from behind, causing Karoline to stand straight up. She turns her back to the building and heads backwards into her apartment. As soon as she got in she dropped the parcels and reached behind to feel her back, then ran into the bedroom. Facing the floor length mirror with her back, Karoline was astounded. "Oh... mah... Gawd!" Karoline gaped at the size and the thickness of her back. "I'm a regular 3-D topography of muscle."Karoline slowly turned around and she closed her eyes as she did. "I won't get excited... I won't get excited... I won't get excited..." she kept telling herself over and over again. As she opened her eyes, her 'I won'ts' became "I will get excited... I'm HUGE!" Karoline was dumbfounded as she saw that the nightgown, which fit so loosely the night before, was now extremely tight fitting. She began to hyperventilate as her mind raced to come out with answers. "Okay, calm down," she told herself. "Take a couple of deep breaths and relax." The deep breaths only caused her buttons, stressed out by her size, to catapult off the front of the flimsy gown as her basketball-sized tits thrust out by her immensely thick striated pecs. "This must've happened last night while I slept," she said. It's gotta be a combination of the food, the berry juice, and the drinks at the bar... I should've stuck with Perrier." Looking at her big, thick body more and more over the next couple of minutes caused her to grow in confidence. "Awww, you girls wanna come out and play?" She watched the restless movement of her body under the taut gown. "Okay," she raised her arms, "come out, come out, wherever you are," Karoline sang as she spent what seemed to be hours hitting the basic poses for a bodybuilder. Cloth began to tear as her muscles swelled to unbelievable proportions. "I feel as if I could lift a battleship," she said in savage amusement. She smiles as she watches her arms form softball size biceps, then quickly dropping them, moving her wrists slightly, watching her forearm and horseshoe-style triceps leap out. "My arms are bigger than my whole body ever could be." The only words that followed as she did more posing were, "tremendous... extraordinary... fantastic." When she had finished, she wondered, "gee, I wonder how much I weigh?" She threw the remaining shards of cloth off to the side, walked into the bathroom and stepped on the scale. Again, amazement set in. "HOLY... over 200 pounds, and all of it muscle!" She went and grabbed the tape measure and pencil from her sewing room and stood in the doorjamb, marking off her height. "WOW!... 6' 3"... I hope I' ve got something to wear." Without effort, Karoline again headed into her closet, dug around a bit, and found an old spandex outfit she had once disregarded. She squeezed her large body into it. "There." She then headed for outside door. "Now as long as I don't make any sudden moves or breath too deep..." Just then, 'RRRRIIIIPPP!" Her outfit fared about as good as her nightgown. As the seams split open, the material rolled back over mountains of muscles. Karoline sighed and shook her head, wishing she had a trenchcoat, when an idea struck her. She headed into her spare room and drug out a completely dreadful-looking oversized dress. She ripped out the sleeves and, with a few nips and tucks on the sewing machine, within a few minutes, Karoline was done. "There," she said, rather pleased with her work. "From 'Omar the Tent Maker' to a suitable dress for a person of my magnitude." The dress fit a little tight around the bust and hips but it was comfortable. Putting her hair up, then donning her sunglasses and sunhat, Karoline left to do some clothes shopping. On her way back from her expedition she made a sidetrack over by the beach, where she saw Geoff and Laura working out. Not wanting to cause a scene (yet), Karoline starts to head home. "Hey... hey you," Laura looks up and spies the fleeting Karoline. Karoline stops and turns around. "Yes, can I help you?" trying to be polite as she could while the veins on her hands and arms get a workout as she opens and closes her fists tensely. "Oops... I'm... I'm sorry, for a minute you looked like someone I know." The unsuspecting Laura apologizes. "Must've been the sun. Ummm... if you don't mind my saying you're rather 'big'." Laura eyes Karoline's body up and down. Karoline, smiling ear to ear, responds. "Yep," as she flexes one of her arms. "You might say I 'drank' it on." "Uhhh... yeah," Laura laughs nervously. "Who's your trainer? I mean, a body like that just doesn't happen overnight. Does it?" "Trainer?" Karoline lowers her sun glasses as she spies Geoff starting to walk over and hits a double biceps pose. "Why, body by Christy." "Well, it was nice talking to you..." Karoline paused. "Laura," Laura spoke up clearing her throat. "Laura... nice name... gotta remember that," Karoline said. "Hey," Laura stopped Karoline once more. "Are you coming back later on. I mean, guys like Geoff are prizes to be kept but sometimes... well, a female workout chum is better." Karoline turns around. "Geoff, huh?" Karoline looks over her sunglasses again. "He's a great looking prize." "Yeah," Laura responds. "I took him from some bitchy bimbo he was seeing at the Bent Arms the other night in a wrestling contest. Yeah, haven't seen the toothpick since, either." Karoline held her temper. "Well, I'm off. I'll see you later, (for sure)." As Karoline leaves, Geoff comes over and gives Laura a hug. "Who's Titania? ...Sure is a big girl," he asks, looking at Karoline "Yeah... sure is. Y'know, I didn't even get her name," Laura answered. "But she sure sounds familiar." "Oh well," Geoff smiled. "Let's go and get some lunch, then come back later on." "All right," Laura agreed, grabbing her blouse and putting it on. Meanwhile, Karoline gets home and is hopping mad. "Toothpick!" she says angrily, throwing her packages down. "I'll show her." She grabs two handfuls of dress and furiously rips it off. "Where is it?" Karoline talks to herself as she tears through her packages. "Ah! There it is." She hurries into the bedroom and puts on a very revealing bathing suit that stretches to the limits. Without saying a word, she slips on her bathrobe and goes across the hall to the storage room and comes back with a wrought iron grate, the kind used for decoration and security. "Hopefully you won't be missed. She begins to laugh maniacally as she takes off her bathrobe and watches her muscles become rigid as she picks up the grate. "Once more, this is Laura." Karoline watches as her muscles grow thicker and the veins on her arms puff and grow as the grate begins to creak and bend, sending her straining bathing suit to near bursting. "This is Laura, later on today, as I get Geoff back." She begins to laugh as she takes what's left of the iron grate and throws it to the ground. "Will I be back later, she asks me?" She flexes her already pumped body. "Oh yeah! Strike three, you're out." Part 5 It turned out to be a wonderful Saturday. While the temperature was about 88 degrees officially at the airport, at the beach it was a cool 85 degrees, meaning activity was flourishing. Swimmers and sun- worshippers flocked the area of the lower beach, while body worshippers flocked the outdoor gym on the upper beach. It was a beautiful day. Geoff and Laura had returned for an afternoon of fun, sweat, and pumping up. Laura looked around and saw that she was the only 'heavyweight' to grace the beach so far today. She had just finished her first set of rounds when she noticed some other girls going through some moves, critiquing each other as they went. Laura turns to Geoff. "Geoff dear, I'm going to have some fun." She points at the girls posing. "C'mon." She stands up straight, squaring off at the shoulders, causing a slight rip at the seam, and begins to walks over. The music was loud and sensual as Laura made her way through the crowd as a knife through melted butter. She eyed all the girls and found the one who would be considered the biggest of the bunch and proceeded to tap her on the shoulder. The girl's concentration was broken. "Can I help you?" she snapped and with a cocked fist turns quickly around. "You just don't come over here and... and..." She was stopped in mid sentence when her nose came face to pecs with Laura. "Look up a couple of inches, and I don't what?" Laura asked sternly. "All I want to do is to give you girls some pointers as to what pumped feminine muscle really looks like." Promptly Laura raised her arms, which erupted into a mountain of vascular sinew. "That's all." Laura smiled and then turned to Geoff who had positioned himself over by the boom box. By this time everyone was off the concrete slab except for Laura. She winked at her man, "Any time your ready, maestro." Geoff turned up the music and Laura exploded with muscular movement. Without a word, Laura slid to her knees and let her huge 26" thighs pulsate and grow until they separated the denim material of her cutoffs. "Oh yeah," Laura says with glee, "I feel so good that I could bust. C'mon closer, boys 'n girls, and learn from the mistress of muscle, cuz you ain't seen nothin' yet!" Still on her knees she began to arch her back until all that could be seen from the front were denim and stomach muscles. Without losing a beat or control, Laura began to flex each individual muscle in her granite six-pack. One by one, the mass pulsated and became alive, causing the rivets on her shorts to stretch and eventually explode from their place as the material that was held by said rivets parts like a curtain revealing a ripped mass of muscles and veins. With arms extended and snake-like motions, Laura comes up from her arch making her forearms bounce to the beat of the music. "Let's face it, girls," Laura says as she taunts her jealous female onlookers, "I'm just a modern Delilah, just waiting to pounce on all those Sampsons out there." Laura starts to stretch and swing her torso as she stiffens her arms freezing her muscles in place, forcing her mammoth upper arms in against her cleavage, shredding the front of her thin work-out top. As the material shreds more and more, Laura starts to pump her chest; first the right pectoral, then the left. She does this several times as the material falls to the ground. She finally stands up and runs her hands over her abs up to her chest, lightly brushing them, showing off her magnificent upper body, all in time to the beat of the music. She grabs what's left of her shirt and rips it off, revealing her spotted bikini top which appears to be a size or two too small for her chest. After a few more chest, side, and back poses, a lot of the girls were leaving in a fit of bitter rage. With her head held high, Laura grabs some heavy dumbbells and begins to flex her arms rhythmically, using the weights as a catalyst to show off her humongous arms and chest even more. "Don't cop an attitude, girls," she poked fun as her arms kept growing. "Someday your arms and chest will be as big as mine." Like I said, Laura was not the only 'BIG' girl at the beach this particular Saturday. "Oh, I don't know," came a voice from behind. "I've been only doin' this for about a week and I'm probably bigger than you are." "Is that so," Laura responds after having her fun interrupted. "Well, we'll see about that!" Laura throws the heavy weights down and quickly turns around. "YOU!" she says with surprise. There leaning on the fence was the girl who was talking with Laura and Geoff earlier. "Yeah, really," she calmly said. Laura walked over to her and said, "Okay, 'Miss Frumpy,' you say you got bigger than these?" With that, Laura tightens one of her arms and slowly raises it. A biceps the size of a softball appears. The more she holds it, the more chiseled it looks with large puffy veins now etching their way to the surface. The mysterious girl only nods with a smile. "C'mon, feel this cannonball." The girl proceeds to flex her arm daintily as a ball grows in her upper sleeve. Laura walks over and feels how hard it is and thinks to herself, 'she's so big and dumpy looking, that's gotta be pushed up by fat.' "Nice... nice and hard," Laura politely replies, "but how strong are you?" "Oh, I don't know," the girl replies. "Well then," Laura states, "how about a little contest of strength?" The girl stands there for a minute, then answers, "Okay... but, instead of just dead weights, how about..." she pauses... 'bout arm wrestling!" Laura looks at the crowd of her followers, then turns back to the girl. "Yeah... Okay, but I must warn you, I've done this before and won..." Laura flexes her left arm, "...and I can do it again." "I'm sure you can," she answers Laura as she enters the gate. Laura was walking over to one of the tables. "I've seen you in action before... up close." The girl's sarcastic remark causes Laura to stop and look over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. Laura turns around and looks at the girl. "I take it you could be a betting person?" "MMMMM... Yeah, I guess," is the answer. "Okay, here's the bet," Laura says. "If I win, I get to put you through the moves of a rigorous workout, the likes you have never seen before..." "...And if I win," the mysterious girl interrupts, "I..." she pauses eying her former beau, "...I get a date with Mr. Incredible Hunk over there," pointing at Geoff. Laura bites her lip and looks over at Geoff and then turns back to the mystery girl. "Okay... Sure." "Good," the girl giggles. Laura walks over and explains the situation to Geoff then walks back. "I don't think I caught your name earlier and I hate to win without knowing of who... "Whom," the girl interrupted. "...Whom my opponent is." "Just call me 'K'. That's enough for the time being," the girl responded. "All right, 'Kay,'" Laura said in bewilderment. "One fall, winner take all." "Agreed," K said confident. The two girls walked over to a table and each planted an elbow and clasped hands. Laura, being very optimistic, flexes her bicep showing its size. "Just wait till we get started, then you'll see not only size but strength." "I can't wait," K smiles. "Someone want to call 'three' so I can get back to engaging in some fun," Laura says. 'Funny,' Laura thinks, 'this is almost a repeat of the other night at the bar. But this couldn't be Karoline... muscle just doesn't grow that fast.' With that, Laura dismissed that idea and concentrated on her task at hand. Just then someone in the crowd shouts, "THREE," and both girls go at it, each self-assured in her own strength. The crowd went wild as the two Amazons began to push against one another. "Doesn't this seem familiar, Laura?" K teased. 'Grunt' "No, it don't, Frump... Like I said, yah wanna see size and strength, look if you dare," Laura said brazenly. K looked at the arm. "Oh my," she mocked. She watched Laura's upper arm grow in size, almost splitting the thin layer of skin as cord-like veins appeared over the striated biceps as Laura poured on the power. "Impressive," K replied nonchalantly, "but now it my turn. Pay close attention." With a slight grunt, K began to power up. Laura's eyes grew almost as big as her arm as she watched K's arm begin to grow. "I'm very proud of these arms, you know," K sarcastically said as her biceps began to rise to the occasion. Her cannonball-size upper arm pulsated as it tore through the sleeve material. Laura began to perspire heavily. "What's the matter, Laura, I'm not even up to my full potential... YET!" Laura's arm began to move, but not in the direction she wanted it to. As she began to feel her strength wane, she gave it one more all-out push. Within the next few minutes Laura's arm crashed to the table in spasming pain. K stands up and throws her sun hat off. "YES... YES... I WIN... I WIN." The crowd gathers around K as she pumped herself up, bursting out at the seams, exposing a bathing suit that is at least several sizes too small for her massive body. She looks over at Geoff and points, flexing her huge horseshoe shaped triceps and says, "Let's go Geoffrey dear, I got you back fair and square." Laura, who was nursing her sorely bruised bicep heard this and walked over to K. Angrily she begins to poke the mysterious K in her chest. "Just who the hell are you?" K gives an evil grin and looks down at Laura. "First of all, stop poking me in the chest or you'll have a little accident." She grabs Laura's index finger and bends it back sending her down to her knees. "Who am I? Well, Laura sweetie, it's like this..." K stopped midsentence and picked up Laura and professionally bodyslammed her into the crowd. K then stands straight up, pushing her bathing suit to the point of explosion, and then rips off her glasses. Geoff, who by this time made his way over to Laura, helps her up and both look up in surprise. "...I'm your worst freakin' nightmare!" "Karoline!" they both say in surprise. Laura sees red, rips her arm from Geoff's grip, and leaps at Karoline out of the crowd. "It was dumb luck that you won, bitch," Laura screamed as she started pummeling Karoline, "but Geoff's mine and so are you." The two muscle maids begin to tussle and fall rolling into the sand. "Muscle-bound slug," Karoline, now on top, yells as she beats Laura with her heavy fists, "Geoffrey's mine... I won fair and square." "I embarrassed you once you wimpy bitch..." Laura screams as she manages to send both her fists into Karoline's midsection, "...and I'll god damn well do it again!" With a loud 'KRACK' and a 'THUD,' Karoline savagely hits the ground. Laura takes the advantage to grab the dazed Karoline in her vise- like grip and begins to squeeze the air out of her lungs and working on the ribs and spine. "Now I'm gonna break your candy ass in two and send you home in little pieces." "AUGHHH!... GASP!" Karoline tries to breathe, her mind racing. 'My lungs... need air. My ribs... too strong.' Laura has Karoline on the ground intertwining her own muscular legs with Karoline's, stretching them as if she were on a rack, while holding one arm painfully in the upper middle part of Karoline's back. As a powerful Laura clenches her fist to send another blow into Karoline, she begins to taunt her. "Before I do any more damage, I just want you to know, DEARIE... " Again Laura, taking the upper hand, sends another blow into Karoline's mid section, "...how much I REALLY enjoy this... Thank you." Karoline lets go with a muffled "Ugh!" as what little wind is knocked right out of her. Despondent, Karoline ignores the pain and begins to fight back, grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it into Laura's face, giving her the opportunity to break free and extract her own type of pain with a right, then left, to Laura's midsection, then an uppercut to her jaw. Laura, dizzy, grabs Karoline's leg as she tries to pull herself up. Karoline grabs Laura by her hair and looks deep into her eyes. "Now you know what it's like to have your innards pushed through your back. I bet by now you're ready to call it quits?" But before a beleaguered Laura can answer, Karoline answers for her, "Well, I'm not!" The crowd, upon hearing this, backs up, way back. Karoline again has the upper hand as she lifts her struggling opponent onto her broad back. "Since I aligned your abdominals into those oversized watermelons you call tits, I'm going to you a favor and realign them for you..." Karoline begins to bounce up and down and each time, with momentum, bends Laura, "...like THIS!" A loud crunch can be heard as tears of pain and anger form in Laura's eyes. Enduring all she could, Laura manages to lock her thighs around Karoline's neck and begins to squeeze. Laura, hanging on by the sheer strength of her abdominal muscles, forces Karoline to her knees and forms a figure-four choking her. Karoline manages to finally break the hold on her throat only to receive pressure again on her ribs. "Is... NGGH!... it as good for you as... GRUNT... it is for me?" Laura chuckles. "I'm not only going to break your ribs, but embarrass you, real good, once and for all." Karoline watches in terror as Laura's engorged thighs grow larger as she squeezes tighter. Her face torn in pain, she manages to catch a glimpse of her would-be conqueror's sadistic smile. 'Oh gawd...' she thinks as works on a way to get out of this, '...my ribs can't take this.... Wait... If I can just get my arms inside...' Karoline manages to slip her large arms in between the scissor move. It's now raw power versus raw power as Karoline begins to flex her biceps. More and more her large arms grow blasting with large muscles and veins crisscrossing from her forearms to her deltoids, until she finally breaks, knocking Laura to the ground. The amazed crowd begins to cheer and backs up even more as Karoline snaps and goes berserk. Like a crazed grizzly bear, Laura lunges forward, swinging violently, screaming at the top of her lungs, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, BITCH!" Karoline takes this opportunity to open her right fist and thrusts it into Laura's solar plexus. Her steel-like grip makes contact and she begins to lift her opponent. "I'm tired of this!" she yells as she raises Laura above her head in a combination one arm press and claw, "I'm going to end this once and for all." Karoline squats and tenses her muscles beginning to focus her raw power. Her muscles swell larger than before as her focused energy goes from her legs through her buttocks, back, shoulders, and arms, ending in the grip of her claw. Tears begins to form again in Laura's eyes as she faints. "WHOOOO... That's that," Karoline says as she drops an unconscious Laura to the ground. Karoline, victorious, looks over the crowd who begin to chant: "FLEX! FLEX! FLEX!" She is all too happy to oblige. Karoline goes into a victory double biceps pose/chest pose, causing her already swollen muscles to grow larger and snap the several brass clamps holding in her massive chest, exposing her substantial set and husky looking abs. After hitting a few more poses she walks proudly over to Geoff, pulling him into her, give him a long, wet, sensuous kiss. A slight groan interrupts her and she tells Geoff to stay put. She walks over to Laura, weak from the experience, slings her over her shoulder and deposits her in a trash can. Telling several onlookers playfully, "Keep the beach free from trash, now," she walks back over to Geoff and hoists him up on one of her large shoulders. "Let's go get changed, go for a couple of drinks, and then back to my place for some 'private tutoring.' FINI (A special thanks to David Annand, whose story, "The Bear" published by LH-ART, gave me my springboard for this. Domo arigato, David)