CLASH AT THE TITAN GYM 
by Paul Schilling (halfahubinc@aol.com)


	The Titan Gym is one of the newest of the oldest buildings in 
town. Anybody who was anyone went there and worked out before moving 
on to bigger and better things in any bodybuilders career. Harry was 
no different and really neither was Sally. Harry and Sally have been 
an item ever since they were sophomores in high school. Harry had 
gotten involved in strength training and eventually bodybuilding. 
Sally loved watching Harry workout and Harry knew this. Sally 
started doing a bit of weightlifting herself and one night on their 
date she asked if he wouldn't mind her joining him at the Titan Gym 
and have him train her just to put on a few pounds of muscle. He 
laughed and in a joking way signed her up.
	Sally found it intimidating at first, looking at all the 
pumped men and women working out to the point of exhaustion, but 
going for a few hours every other day with Harry calmed her. Harry, 
on the other hand, found it amusing when, after a month or so, Sally 
looked in amazement as a small, yet feminine bicep rose on her upper 
arm. He tolerated her when she got mad and frustrated with him. 
Sally would begin to add more and more weight on the workout 
machines and free weights, pushing all the anger out and at times 
going past the point of exhaustion, pushing the envelope if you 
would, until they made up. As time went by, Harry became resentful 
as his "joke" blew up in his face, Sally was putting muscle on far 
too fast for him and she was enjoying it.
	Harry didn't like what was going on, but Sally began enjoying 
herself. The satisfaction of pushing herself and watching her 
muscles grow would thrill her almost to the point of orgasm. She 
savored the moments when she would catch glimpses of beads of sweat 
falling, following the cord-like veins running the breadth of her 
arms as she watched them grow. She began relishing the moments of 
not wearing any type of support (much to Harry's disapproval) when 
working her upper torso. The outfits she wore began getting smaller 
as she put on more muscle. In fact, one day after focusing in on her 
pectorals by doing several reps with free weights, she sat up and 
discovered her sweat drenched leotard became almost transparent. As 
Sally caught her breath, she looked in the mirror in front of her 
station and noticed that her pecs were involuntarily twitching. She 
grabbed her wet shirt and pulled it down. And as she did, she 
hardened her chest. Glancing up, she saw Harry watching her. Harry 
had his usual dower, disapproving face on, while several others 
stood there trying to adjust their shorts inconspicuously. Sally 
then looked down at her pulsating chest and got a devilish idea. She 
had learned to control her muscle movement; with that she began 
pumping her chest as if they were giant pistons, rhythmically, first 
the right, then the left, until her top burst wide open and rested 
on her erect nipples. She began to feel herself grow hot. She turned 
around and called the attention of every man in the place. "Oh 
fellas," she called out as she hit an upper body pose, forcing her 
leotard to rip the rest of the way. "I'm not big enough, what do you 
think?" Not word one from anybody. Matter of fact, it was so quiet 
you could hear a pin drop. Harry stood beside himself with anger.
	In the days to come, Sally got larger and Harry got angrier.
	This certain day, Harry was spotting for his best friend 
Mitch, who was preoccupied with watching Sally work legs and abs by 
squatting. "Hey, Mitch Mitch MITCH!"
	"I hear ya Ya don't hafta scream!" Mitch's concentration was 
broken. He backhanded Harry in the chest. "What? I was a kinda 
preoccupied."
	"Yeah, I see Look at her, Mitch, over there lifting, she 
thinks she's so tough." Harry said, grabbing a towel and wiping his 
hands.
	"Uhhh Harry," Mitch interrupted, "that's the gym's towel 
you're starting to rip up, and yes, she is."
	Harry throws the towel to the floor and pushes at Mitch. "Oh 
yeah, take her side on this matter," Harry says with a stern voice, 
"just 'cause she's bigger than me."
	Harry stands a little over six feet and weighs about 250 lbs., 
all solid muscle. In contrast, Sally stands about 5' 6-1/2" about 
145 lbs. and now all muscle.
	"Harry, c'mon," Mitch nervously smiles. "You're taller, 
heavier, and in great shape. You look good," Mitch said, attempting 
to boost his friendås morale.
	"You're right, Mitch," Harry locks his hands out in front of 
him and begins to slowly bring his arms back and thrusts out his 
massive chest in a side pose. "I am, but you know what?"
	"What?" Mitch nervously inquires.
	Harry relaxes his pose, points at Sally and cries, "It's the 
principle of the thing that matters. She's still looks bigger than 
me and I hate it!"
	Mitch doesn't say a word, just shakes his head and sighs.
	Sally calmly finishes her sets and puts the bar down and 
shakes her body loose. Harry is getting madder by the minute. "Look 
at her She's out doing me. I CAN'T DEAL WITH A WOMAN WHO'S BIGGER 
AND STRONGER THAN ME!!!" Harry's yelling catches Sally's ear and she 
does a quarter turn and slowly raises her left arm, letting an 18" 
ball of muscle the size of a shotput grow. After several flexes, she 
looks at it then seductively towards Harry and purses her lips 
throwing a kiss to him. Harry blew his stack, "THAT'S IT!!!" Harry 
retorted angrily. "Sally, we have to have a little talk," yelling, 
he storms over towards the amazon.
	Mitch, on the other hand, tries to stop him, but to no avail. 
"Harry, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Mitch sighed and just 
shook his head gazing downward. When he looked up, Harry was halfway 
to Sally. "Oh, my God," Mitch said under his breath. "Har Harry, 
hold up, man!" He called out nervously and ran to prevent a 
catastrophe.
	By the time Mitch caught up with Harry, he was standing almost 
chest to chest with Sally. "Sally, you and me RIGHT NOW!" Harry 
demanded.
	Mitch steps in to the thick of things. "Hey bud-o-mine 'scuse 
me Sal leave it alone." He paused, then added, "Go take a shower and 
cool down, and then we'll go down to the Bent Arms, the three of us 
for some brewskis, my treat, okay?"
	"Mitch," Harry said calmly. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
	"What's up, sweetie?" she asks innocently.
	"Look Sal," Harry sternly says, "when I first signed you up 
here, it was meant to be a joke. Now look at you, you're just not," 
he pauses, "feminine anymore."
	Sally begins to check herself out and giggles. "You're sooo 
cute when you try to be apologetic," and begins tickling Harry under 
his chin. "If I'm not 'feminine' anymore, then what am I, Mr. 
Shmartypants?"
	Sally's taunting derailed Harry's thought for a moment. "Stop 
that," scolds Harry and he clears his throat. "You, my dear, have 
become a tease, a mass of bulgin' tease," Harry said sarcastically.
	Sally raised one eyebrow and rubs one finger on her forehead. 
"Oh, come-on, Har-ry, you're not jealous of little ole me are you? 
Lots of men love women with muscles," and turns towards Mitch. 
"Don't they, Mitch?" Sally began posing for Mitch. "Watch and learn, 
sweetheart."
	"Arms." Sally raises her arms and slowly and seductively 
begins to bend them. A muscle begins to form and pushes up like a 
mountain. With every turn of an arm, her biceps grow with every 
beat. Veins the size of small steel cords move their way to surface. 
Equally, she shows off her thick horseshoe triceps and carved 
shoulders. Muscle and vein seem to show definition through her thin 
skin. "Mitch'll love this part. Chest." Sally moves her pumped arms 
down and places her hands on her hips, hitting a lat spread 
unequaled by any female at the Titan. ".38 special's, Mitch, but 
watch," Sally thrusts her chest out and seams begin to creak. ".45 
magnums or bigger, and all for you." She even teases him with a side 
pose. Mitch opens his mouth to speak but Sally speaks first. "I'm 
not done yet. Legs." First the right, then the left, showing off her 
massive thighs, deeply cut and striated. As they rolled and bunched 
they forced her shorts higher and higher. Then she flexed her 
diamond shaped calves. Mitch feels himself stirring as she does a 
minute striptease. "And last, but not least the back and glutes. 
Check 'em out, Mitch." Sally pulls her long auburn hair to the 
right, over her meaty shoulder, and arches her back so that every 
peak and valley in her back shows. She then teasingingly twists her 
back flexing her bowling ball size glutes. As her little show comes 
to its end, she turns her head and looks at Mitch. "Well, Mitch," 
she says in a sultry voice, "am I your type of woman?"
	"Well I" Mitch smiles and hesitates a couple of seconds. "I 
think I need to take a cold shower. 'Scuse me."
	"See, Harry," Sally relaxes her pose and turns smiling 
ironically at Harry. "I'm not only feminine but sensuous to boot."
	"Mitch," Harry turns towards his pal," you're not going 
anywhere." Turning towards Sally, "And you!" Sally gestures with her 
hand towards her chest and silently mouths 'Moi?' "I don't need to 
be patronized by some bantering muscle bound BIMBO!"
	Sally looks at Mitch and visa-versa then looks quizzingly at 
Harry. "What uh what did you just say, Harry?"
	Harry says in a calm voice, "I just called you a 'bimmmbo'. 
Bimbo."
	Mitch can see the storm brewing as Sally gets a nasty look on 
her face. He announces, "Right, that's it, I'm outa here."
	Harry stares at an angry Sally, and they both look at Mitch 
and said in unison, "SIT!!!!" Mitch froze in his tracks and sat. 
This time, Harry speaks up. "Now, my dear friend, I'll show you how 
to handle a woman out of control."
	"What?" Sally questions laughingly. "You're so pompous, I 
'snicker' I can't stop laughing." Sally was laughing so hard she 
began to cry. "Ummm 'woooo' that was rich, but," her voice turns 
more serious in tone, "shouldn't that be the other way around, 
lover." Sally curls her arm. Again, her massive bicep bunches and 
grows, causing small rips to appear in the sleeve hem.
	"Uh, uh bimbo," Harry lips scornfully.
	"HARRY, STOP CALLING ME THAT!" she shouts. Harry pays no 
attention as he taunts more and more.
	What started as a bit of name calling soon turns into a 
shoving match. Harry belittles her as he starts pushing. "Well, 
watcha gonna do, tease? Are my big manly muscles too big for your 
big girly muscles, hmmm?" But he shoves her a bit too far. She stops 
his shoving by grabbing his arm and spinning him around putting his 
arm tightly in the small of the back.
	"Take it back Harry Say you're sorry," she screams as she 
begins to apply pressure.
	"Ouch! Okay, I'm sorry," cries Harry in torment. Sally 
releases him from her grip. He turns and faces her and contritely 
says, "I'm sorry you're a musclebound teasing bimbo."
	This time it was Sally's turn to push back, and push she did. 
She pushed him right on to the gym mats and tripped him. Wasting no 
time she subdued him. "I'm so mad, Harry, I'm gonna crush you like a 
peanut." Sally wraps her big 27-1/4-inch thighs around Harry's neck 
and then flexes. "You should've never called me a bimbo, 'cause now 
I'm gonna show you what THIS bimbo can do." With that, Sally forces 
her massive thighs to grow even tighter around Harry's neck. Not 
only do Harry's neck and throat fall to Sally's muscles, so do 
Sally's shorts. The more she applies pressure, the more the seams of 
her already tight shorts begin to give until, with a little less 
than full pressure applied, they give. But Sally is too busy trying 
to make Harry submit to notice.
	"C'mon, Harry, I'll let you go if you say 'Uncle.'" All Harry 
can do is gasp for air.
	Mitch, who has been watching the whole thing, rubs his chin in 
a learned way, walks over, and squats down near Harry's almost 
purple face. "Hey, Bud, I think you better consider the consequences 
of having your head popped like a pimple between those pythons." He 
then gets up and walks a safe distance away.
	A tear forms in Harry's eye as he gasps, "Uncle."
	"What was that, baby? I can't hear you," Sally teases.
	"UNCLE!" Harry screeches with a hoarse voice.
	"All right!" Sally releases him as he quickly stands, coughing 
and rubbing his sore neck. "Now I hope that taught you a lesson." 
She turns to Mitch and says, "Let's go for a beer."
	Harry, on the other hand, collects his wits and is madder than 
ever. He cocks his fists and starts for Sally. "You're mine, bitch. 
I'm goin' to knock that big head off your big shoulders."
	Harry, with full force and fury, hits Sally. That was a big 
mistake.
	Upon seeing this, Mitch gets into Harry's face. "Hey, pal o' 
mine, ya don't strike a lady like that." Mitch backhands him in the 
chest. "What's your problem, man?"
	Stay out of this, Mitch," Harry yells, "or I'll do worse on 
you than I did on her." Harry smiles sadistically and raises a 
clenched fist. "In fact"
	Harry starts to take a swing at his friend but is stopped 
abruptly. The hand that stopped him was very muscular and very 
female. Harry is swung around and sees "Sally!"
	It was Sally. A very mad Sally. A very, very angry Sally. Her 
muscles quiver as they grow bigger and more rigid with anger. Veins 
the size of ropes begin to appear, and as her breathing slows, her 
muscles begin to puff out, causing seams to begin to pop in her 
leotard top. In fact, she is so angry, a tear begins to form in her 
left eye.
	"Harry, dearest," she says between gritted teeth, "how dare 
you strike a defenseless WOMAN!" Before Harry could get one word 
out, she slugged him with the full force of a twister, and screams, 
"YOU BEAST!"
	Knocking Harry senseless, Sally again takes the upper hand. 
She lifts the semi-conscious Harry on her broad shoulders. "Now, 
Harry dearest, you're going to pay, unmercifully."
	"Now hold on Sal." Harry, fully conscious, finds himself 
riding on Sally's shoulders and heading for the mat. "NOOOOOOO!" 
With a loud thud, Harry hits the mat. "Damn you," he says as he 
lands on his neck and shoulders.
	"Still think I'm a bimbo, Harry?" Sally grabs Harry just below 
the knees and begins to apply pressure as she lifts up. "I'm gonna 
shove those pecs into your brain for what you said earlier."
	"Damn you," Harry repeats breathlessly.
	"You always told me to put my back into it. Now it's your 
turn. I learned this one from watchin' pro-wrasslin'." Sally 
proceeds to flip him over, straddling him as she puts him into a 
painful Boston Crab, putting a lot of strain on the small of his 
back while using her own huge arms and back as levers. She applies 
so much pressure that the muscles in her back bulge thick with power 
and appear to tear apart the middle of her leotard. As she leans 
into his back, her leotard starts to tear in front from the strain 
of her uplifted massive chest.
	Sally's leotard is not the only thing to feel the tension. As 
her outfit begins to weaken so does Harry's back. "I SURRENDER!" he 
screams in agony. "I surrender." His voice tapers off as she 
releases him.
	Sally runs her fingers through her sweaty hair and strikes a 
slightly victorious pose. As she brings one arm up, she tightens it, 
showing her supple, yet hard bicep. She smiles at Harry. "Now WHO'S 
handlin' who, sugar." This makes Harry all the madder. He hops up 
and tenses his own upper body. Sally takes notice of his bulging 
muscles and veins, then she looks down at her own chest and notices 
how hard and erect her nipples have become. "Oh, Harry," she says, 
daintily raising her hands and cupping her huge breasts, "you're so 
sweet. Maybe I should take you up on being that flirting bimbo of 
yours."
	Harry snaps. "Kill, kill!" he screams as he lunges forward, 
but his anger gets the better of him and so does Sally. She calmly 
grabs him by his hands and kicks him over in a somersault, and 
speedily puts him in a leg lock. She begins grunting and giggling as 
she applies pressure and a full nelson.
	By this time, Mitch, who's been watching the whole thing, 
yells out, "You better do something quick, pal, or you'll end up 
looking like a pretzel."
	Still holding him in the full nelson and leg lock, Sally 
applies a torturous and painful abdominal stretch. Harry doesn't 
yield. "Damn it woman, let me go."
	Sally pours on more power. "I'm sorry Harry, this bimbo can't 
quite make out what you're saying. Now what was that again?"
	Harry, racked with pain, cries at the top of his lungs, 
"UNCLE! UNCLE!"
	She releases Harry, then puts his limp body in a cradle. "You 
see, Harry, I'm still the loving little girl that you brought here a 
while back as a joke." She then stretches him out with her on top 
and starts tantalizingly rubbing her body on his. "See Harry, I can 
still be your seductress without even being a bimbo."
	Sally then sits up and begins to pump her already pumped 
muscles. "By the way, Harry, while I'm still on top" She pauses, 
flexing her already hard body. "That little workout we had has made 
me hot, and I want to show you some affection in return." As she 
begins to grind her thighs sexily at his waist, she raises her arms 
and tightens them. As her upper arms swell, she tenses the rest of 
her upper body causing her leotard to split down the middle, showing 
off her mammoth volleyball shaped mammaries and well defined six-
pack abs. The more she slows her breathing, the hotter she gets. 
"I'm just hulking with a burning passion, Harry, and it's all for 
you," she coos and smiles at him. "Just one more thing, lover boy, 
are you ready to go down under some real female muscle?"
	As Sally waits unhastily for an answer, she looks at Harry 
with a seducing smile and flexes her body, causing it to swell 
larger beyond his comprehension.
	Harry's eyes grow as large as her biceps. He squirms and 
wiggles in terror until he breaks loose. "NOOOO!" he screams as he 
runs for the locker room.
	Sally stood up and hit her 'most muscular' stance. " Poor 
Harry. He just couldn't handle all this femininity. This is one day 
the Titan WON't forget."
	Mitch walks over to his amazon friend and grins. "Too bad," he 
laughs, "just too damn bad. Hey, Sal"
	"Yeah?" she answers as she loosens up her arms.
	"I got an idea," Mitch continues. "How 'bout me an' you 
showering and going over to the Bent Arms for a couple of drinks? My 
treat."
	"Okay," Sally replies. "You're on, but"
	"But what?" Mitch questions raising one eyebrow.
	Sally smiles seductively and raises her enormous arms again, 
"Oh, I don't know, you think you can handle little ole me?"
	Mitch snickers and says, "We'll see, babe, we'll see."