Dain Bramage 3 Pudgie's Revenge or Two Jars Are Better Than One by Paul Schilling (halfahubinc@aol.com) "Pudgie's Revenge" or "Two Jars Are Better Than One" Prologue Once my wife, Wynne, gets an idea into her head, it's hard to get her to stop. But this time, dear reader, it's not me she's trying to help; it's her sister, Mina. * * * A Few Months Ago I was up later than usual one Friday night, finishing up some loose ends on a couple of stories and some clientele business. Needless to say, I crawled into bed about 3 A.M. I must have been really tired because I didn't even hear Wynne get up the next morning. Wynne has a tendency to wake the dead in the morning between her workout, breakfast, and going to work. Anyway, this particular Saturday morning, a hurricane could have blown through and I wouldn't have noticed. I finally crawled out of bed at almost noon, put on my terrycloth bathrobe, and stumbled into the kitchen. "Well, it's about time you got up," Wynne said with a smile, a kiss, and a cup of hot java. "Yeah," I said, scratching the stubble on my face. "No more long sessions like that at least not for a long time," I told her as I yawned, stretched, and prepared to sit down. "DON'T SIT DOWN!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Uh, at least not yet. We have company." "Who?" I asked groggily. "Mina," she answered. "Mi... Pudgie, here?" Wynne gave me a very cross look. She never did like it when everyone in school called her little sister "Pudgie" just because she was on the heavy side. So she doesn't like it when I call her that, even out of affection. "Don't call my baby sister that," she said as she lovingly slapped me in the shoulder. "Now go, take a shower and get dressed. Above all, honey, be nice to her," she pleaded as she kissed me on the forehead. "Wynnie," I smiled, "ain't I always?" and started towards the shower in our bedroom. As I headed for the bedroom, I walked past the master bathroom and heard whimpering sniffles and things like 'pull yourself together, girl' and 'so you're a little chunky, but hey, someone's out there for you.' I cracked the door slightly and saw "Mina? Well, hey, "Pudge," what's up?" She looked at me with a pair of big doleful eyes, and I could tell something was wrong. She saw me looking at her and she started for me. Mina has always been on the heavy side not obese, just chunky, in the right way, and right places. Like her sister and her mother, Mina is strong, not in a chiseled, defined muscular way like Wynne, but nonetheless strong. Needless to say, I was reminded of this when she gave me a bear hug. "Mina, please," I said. "I didn't mean to call you 'Pudge,' really!" "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Ethan." She put me down and began wiping newly formed tears. "Hey, Min, are you all right what's wrong?" I asked and smiled. Again, she wiped the tears away, and said, "Nothing," in a low voice, then headed for the kitchen. I just stood there, dumbfounded as usual, and just shook my head, then headed for the bedroom. I had just gotten in the shower, when "Ethan?" "In here," I shouted, above the running spigot. Wynne opened the door and a huge cloud of steam emerged. "Hey, honey," she said, "I got a couple of errands to run and I'll be back. Oh yeah, Mina's going with." I popped my head out of the shower. "What's eating her?" "I'll tell you later something to do with her love life," and off they went. 'Love life?' I pondered. 'Pudgie has a love life?' I chuckled lightly to myself and resumed showering. 'Well, it's Wynne's problem now.' * * * We left the house a little past ten, and I was doing my best to console my sister. "Mina," I said, "Ethan would tell you the same thing; get him back!" "But how?" Mina asked, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm working on it." I smiled at her as we pulled into the stripmall parking lot. "I know I'd have no problem getting Ethan back." Then I realized I'd just dug the knife in deeper in Mina's heart. "Look, kiddo, I, uh, didn't mean, to say it that way, I mean (oh boy!)" Mina turned to me, sniffling. "It's okay, Wynne, I know what you mean." As we got out of the car and went through several stores, she droned on and on about her boyfriend, Dunne... about his muscles, and how he was trying to help her lose weight, and how they fell in love with each other. She was starting to get rather intimate in her details. I finally stopped her before she went too far and I caused an accident. "MINA!" I shouted, then composed myself. "How about a cup of coffee, and a change of subject." "Okay." So she carried on about her best friend, Lydia (the 'muscle bitch weasel'), and how she stole her boyfriend away. "Muscle isn't everything," I replied. "You've got a good head on your shoulders." "Oh, sure," she answered sarcastically, "that's easy for you to say." With that, she grabbed my arm and forced me to flex my biceps which rose, tightening my sleeve. "You've GOT muscle. Of course it would be easy to get Ethan back. Any larger and you'd split that sleeve." I put my arm down and started giving Mina the evil eye. "Now look" I started angrily. "I'm, I'm sorry," she said with a mousy voice, "I didn't mean it the way it sounded." "It's okay," I said, trying to understand. "What I meant was, I..." There was a long sigh and a pause. "You've packed the muscle on and, I guess, sometimes it DOES take brain over brawn," and she smiled. "Look," I said, as I flagged the waitress down for the check. "I use my brain, just as much as brawn." Changing the subject slightly, I suggested we leave. "Where to now?" she asked. "One more stop before we go home, and that's the gym where I workout," I answered. Mina stopped cold. "I can't go in there. I just just can't." "Oh, come on, Min." I grabbed her and dragged her in. "Just stand here by the desk while I go grab the tax papers from the manager's desk. Then we'll be off." Then I left. Mina, on the other hand, stayed by the desk where she thought she would be fine. * * * 'I'll just stay here and I'll be fine.' Yeah, right, I thought, and then "Can I help you?" came a voice from behind. I spun my thick body around and saw one of the most muscular women I'd ever meet. She could pass for my worst friend. "Lydia?" I asked. "No the name's Lynn," she proudly said, as she held out her hand to shake mine. "I'm sorry," I said, "you look like someone I know." And I returned the handshake. She had the handshake from hell. I retracted my hand and started to squeeze and shake it, trying to get the circulation going again. "I'm sorry," she began apologizing. "After working here for a couple of years, I sometimes forget my own strength." "Apology accepted," I said graciously. "I get that at the spa I go to, too." And we made small talk until "By the way, you walked in with Wynne," she said. "Yep," I said proudly, "that's my sister." "Yes, ma'am," Lynn said, "and that brother-in-law of yours, well..." she stopped and caught her breath. "Well, let's just say that if he weren't married to Wynnie" She stopped again and flexed her smooth arm. A biceps the size of a lemon shot up. "Go on," I said raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "What I mean is" she stopped mid-sentence and cleared her throat. "Wynne's a nice girl, but I think Ethan could go for something bigger, IF you know what I mean." With that, Lynn took a deep breath and began pumping her chest and arms. She flexed her arms until the lemon-shaped biceps grew to the size of apples. If she had sleeves in that sweatshirt, she wouldn't now, and her well endowed chest grew to a size that threatened her tightened top. That's when I snapped. I grabbed her by the tight fitting top and pulled her towards me and started reading her the riot act. "and NO ONE," I screamed "BUT NO ONE... SCREWS MY BROTHER-IN-LAW EXCEPT MY SISTER." That's when Wynne walked out of the office and saw what was happening. "Oh, my PUDG!" she yelled. "Leave her alone!" I was in tears as I saw my sister race down the stairs towards us,and I threw Lynn hard to the floor and made my escape outside. * * * When I saw what had happened, I ran over to the desk and helpedLynn up. "Lynn," I said with concern, "are you all right? What happened?" "Your sister and I," Lynn started to explain, "started making small talk and I kinda told her about well you know" "Not the crush thing again?" I just shook my head in disbelief. All Lynn did was shake her head in agreement. "Let me guess: you were going to insert your foot even further, commenting about her weight, weren'tcha?" Again, she nodded her head in agreement. "Then I wouldn't have blamed my sister for knockin' you on your butt." "Look, Wynne," she said in an apologetic voice, "I, I didn't mean anything by it." "Forget it," I said. Starting out the door, I stopped. "Word of advice, Lynn: Let's be a little more sensitive." Then I departed, leaving Lynn in something of a quandary. I found Mina by the car, out of breath. "I'm sorry Wynnie," she said, trying to catch her breath. "Get in," I ordered angrily. I looked over at my sister's full face, her eyes tearing dreadfully. I couldn't stay mad for long with her looking at me with those puppy eyes. Composing myself, I said, "In a nutshell, tell me what happened to make Dunne turn on you." "Okay, well" and my sister told me how she started going down to the gym to workout and slim down a bit, which is where she met Dunne. It sounded like she had a whirlwind romance going on. A friend of hers was also working out at the gym. "You mean Lydia?" I interjected. All I got out of her was a nod, then she started talking all the way home. I sent Mina down to the basement and went to change my clothes for my workout. Afterward, I told the whole story to Ethan. "And that's why she's here, honey." * * * I sat back in my chair and took a swig of coffee, looking perplexed. "Wynnie, let me get this straight," I said, putting the cup down. "Pudgie" "ETHAN!" she shouted. "Okay, slip of the tongue. Mina," I paused, "fell in love with this big strapping hunk of a man... what's his name, Dink?" "Dunne," Wynne answered rather sharply. "Yeah, Dunne." I quickly changed my tone. "And they started not only meeting at the gym, but shackin' up together." Wynne got a cross look on her face. "Dunne, on the other hand," I continued, "was helping this well endowed, well toned, muscle goddess named Lydia, because that's his job as a trainer, and he fell head over heels for her. "Like I said, Dink!" * * * "Then to add insult to injury," I added, "Lydia started laughing and making fun of my sister, throwing out her chest in his face, like this." I proceeded to get into Ethan's face with my own chest. "She, then, has the audacity to grab him, like this" I grabbed Ethan and pulled him into me from behind, "and call her over." We were now standing in front of a door length. "She then drives the stake by having him feel her up," Ethan began nibbling on my neck and started to open my top down and playing with my nipple. "Like this," Ethan moaned. "Yeah like that," I said, in a low moan. I cleared my head so I could finish my story, before anything else distracted me. "So she looks at my sister square in the face and, for no apparent reason, punched her in the stomach, like THIS." I got so engrossed with telling the story, I hit my husband in the stomach, hard. When he hit the floor I straddled him, still in persona. "So what happened," Ethan said, trying to catch his breath. "Well, from what I could gather," I continued talking, rolling down my top of my jumpsuit, "she straddled her and said something like, 'I don't care what he was to you, but you'd better grow some muscle real quick if you think you're gonna get him back, PORKY!' Then she proceeded to go into a massive upper body flex like this, shredding her top." I proceeded to flex my upper body until I was red in the face. "Wait a minute, I got an idea." I jumped off of Ethan. "I got an idea, too," Ethan said, "and it doesn't involve your sister." "Yeah, and I know what you're thinking," I said, kissing him, "but my sister comes first." "Okay, have it your way," Ethan said as he sat there. I, on the other hand, had an appointment with a farmer. * * * I, for my part, calmed down and got up off the floor. "An appointment with a farmer?" I said, rather surprised. "Yup!" was all Wynne said as she rolled her top back up and smoothed it out. I had no idea of what she had in mind, but I've learned in the many years of marriage to keep my mouth shut and cast fate to the wind. So I saved what I what I was typing and went into the kitchen as Wynne went downstairs to confront her sister. * * * I wandered around their basement, marveling at the equipment that sat there. Just then... "Like it, Min?" It was Wynne, coming down the stairs, looking like one of those hard bodied muscled women. "I really envy you," I said. "What do you mean?" Wynne asked. "I mean, well, look at all this muscle building junk. I don't know why you just don't stay home and workout." Wynne just smiled gently. "I mean, I've got" My voice trailed off. Wynne began looking concerned. "You've got what?" "Never mind," I said impishly "Ah," Wynne said in amazement and proceeded to finish my statement. "to go to the gym and put up with the insults." I just nodded. "Well," she said, "I'm going to fix that." Wynne walked into the basement side of the rec room and came back out seconds later, producing two small Mason jars filled with different green colored stuff. "Now watch and learn, little sister." She unscrewed the lid to one of the jars and downed the slimy looking contents. She sat both jars down and smiled. "BURP!" "Wynnie!" I yelled. "'Scuse me," she said, giggling. "Okay, now what?" I asked as she just stood there. "Just" she stopped mid-line. "Oh, yeah." Her breathing got deeper and slower. "Now, little sister, watch my arm." Wynne began raising her left arm slowly. Her muscle, the bulge I'd forced her to flex earlier, began to grow steadily larger with each passing moment,until... 'RIIIIPPP!' Right through the material appeared a smooth but hard bowling ball sized muscle. In fright, I jumped up on the chair that I was sitting in. "Wha... what the hell is happening to you?" "Sit back down, Mina," Wynne said calmly. "Watch, then I'll explain." I calmly sat back down as I watched my sister's petite muscular form grow and expand right through her clothes. She tore off her top and began expanding her chest. The sports bra she was wearing began to creak and tear as her muscled chest pushed her breasts out until they were almost the size of basketball. Her abs became as rigid as a brick wall and even took on the appearance of one. "Ummm," she said as she ran her hands over them, heading for her thighs. As she touched them, they exploded out of their tight casing. She then turned around and showed off her back, glutes, hamstrings, and calves. "Well?" she asked turning around, tearing the rags from her body. "What do you think?" I sat there in amazement as my sister flexed her rather large muscles in front of my face. "Nice trick," I said. "It's no trick," she answered back, "it's spinach." "SPINACH!" I exclaimed. "Uh, huh," she nodded, "with a little bit of parsley, for taste." Then she handed me the empty jar. * * * As I felt my muscles surge with power, I explained to my sister how Mom's mixing of the two could produce mass muscle in the matter of minutes. I also explained to her about the side effects which became very evident as I was talking: I began to play with myself. I took the empty jar from her hand and gave her the full one. "If you want to get Dunne back," I said between breaths, "you'll eat your spinach and grow big and strong." I went into a full body flex, expanding my muscles until I quelled several orgasms. "Look, Pudg," I said, "I've got something to take care of upstairs. Go ahead and try it... you might like the results." Then I headed for the stairs. "Ethan!" I cried. "Remember earlier?" I said. "Well, I'm ready." * * * There I sat, still in disbelief, as my extremely musclebound sister headed upstairs to take care of some 'wanted' business. I never did like the stuff, no matter how Mom tried to disguise it. I just sat in that chair looking at that Mason jar. I got up and walked over to the full length mirror on the wall and began to pinch an inch or two. 'Okay,' I thought, 'so I could stand to lose a pound or two.' I turned around and looked at my backside. 'And I could stand to get rid of a little more in the posterior.' I turned back around and undid a button or two on my blouse and examined my cleavage. 'There, that's what he's likes; big bold cleavage, something he can sink his face into.' My face turned from one of almost joy to one of disdain. "Oh, who are you trying to kid, Mina?" I cried at the image in the mirror. "Lydia still has more muscle than me." I walked over, picked up the Mason jar and started unscrewing the lid. I went into a fantasy world, where the mere act of downing a jar of spinach produced enough muscle (and then some) to beat the crap out of a hundred Lydias. "That would be so nice," I said aloud. I grabbed the jar and began to sniff the contents. I don't know what Mom did with the recipe, but this stuff smelled pretty darn pleasing. So I downed the contents. "Yuuuccchh! Still don't taste right." I walked back over to the mirror and put one hand on my hips and began flexing the other arm. I watched in disbelief as nothing happened. 'Just as I thought,' I thought to myself, 'Wynne was just trying to humor me.' Then, I saw my dormant biceps twitch. "What the" I said, surprised as hell as each twitch put about a quarter- to a half-inch of muscle growth on my arm. My sleeve began to fill and grow tight. That started a tingling going every which way throughout my body. That's when I sneezed, not once, but a couple of times. 'That's the reason, I don't like the stuff,' I thought, 'I'm allergic to it.' Just then I opened my eyes. "Oh my God!" I said aloud as looked in the mirror. My clothes were form fitting; rather, I should say they looked like a second skin. I wasted no time walking over to my sister's weight set, sat down carefully on the bench, then started working my thighs like a madwoman. As I pumped, I watched a range of mountainous muscle grow. The longer I worked, the heavier the weights got, and my thighs grew until the seams along the side of my jeans began to pop and the material ripped open, showing rock hard muscle. I quickly turned over and began working my calves and back thigh muscles. I watched in excitement as muscles that seemed to be dormant began to grow rapidly. I felt a rush come over me, not just physical but sexual as well. I lay on that bench and began to rub myself against it. As I neared an almost climactic state, I stopped, rolled over, and sat up. "This is incredible," I whispered to myself, happily. I walked over to the rack that was built to hold Wynne's smaller free weights. I flexed one arm and saw a slight bulge grow; nothing spectacular, just enough to tighten the sleeve. Grabbing what looked to be the heaviest dumbbells, I proceeded to start doing alternate biceps curls. "These just aren't heavy enough," I said, "I need heavier." That's when another idea hit me. I remember looking through a collection of Dunne's bodybuilding magazines, drooling over men who were lifting dumbbells that had several plates at each side, so I started disassembling a couple of my sisters bells and made two huge dumbbells. They were heavy enough that I could have probably torn my arms out of their sockets. "Oofff!!" I let out an exhaustive breath. "I must have put too much weight on these things," I said as I began to set them down. Just then, they started getting lighter. I did about twenty reps or more of several different arm and chest exercises. I worked until I could work no more. When I finally dropped them, I think I chipped the basement floor. "Whew! I don't think I could do that again," I said out of breath, wiping the perspiration off my forehead. "I'm drenched." Then, looking at myself in the mirror, I said, "I wonder" I then raised my chin rather snobbishly and began to take a couple of deep breaths. As I held my last gasp, I slowly began flexing my arms and chest. Loud rips were heard as my upper body rebounded with pounds upon pounds of muscle. My biceps grew to the size of casaba melons. The longer I held them, the more the large smooth muscle was replaced by a split mountain of carved muscle and veins, peaking above my shoulders. I was ecstatic as I brought one of my arms in front of me and began flexing, fast at first, then slower, just to watch it grow. I slowly crossed my other arm and, with one big rip, tore my sleeve off. "Oh my" I looked on in amazement where, at one time, there was no sign of any muscle, huge chiseled arms were standing out. I flexed the one in front of me and sensuously kissed the head of my biceps, running my tongue along the thick veins that crossed it. "MMMM!" I noticed my breathing had gotten shallower. I then put my hands on hips and "Hey! No more love handles." I pulled my wet blouse up to reveal... "ABS!" That's right, the fat I fought so long to lose had been replaced by chiseled rock. I ran my hands seductively over them and then headed for my breasts. That's when I tore off the rest of my blouse and what was left of my jeans. I walked over to the mirror, wearing nothing but my panties and sports bra, both drenched for different reasons. I started to admire my hugely carved and vascular body. * * * I got out of bed as my muscles and appetite returned to normal. "Ethan," I said, talking to my husband as he put his shorts on. "I don't hear anything from the basement. I'm going to go and check on Mina." "Okay," he answered back as he kissed me sensuously on the lips. "Wait a minute," I said, pulling away, putting on a bath robe. "Sister, first. Playtime, later." I walked downstairs into the basement and was aghast at what I saw. My private home gym had seen better days, especially my heavy straight bar. "Mina," I called. "Over here," came a meek but throaty voice. I walked over to the corner, and saw my sister cringing in fear of me. "What happened? It looks as though a tornado hit this place. "Well, help me up and I'll fill you in," she said. I gave a helping hand to my sister. As I pulled her out of the corner, I was amazed by what I saw. "You ate the jar of spinach, didn'tcha?" I asked as I watch my sister shrink back to semi-Mina proportions. "Ethan," I yelled up the stairway, "throw down another robe and put on a pot of coffee." Without another word, a terrycloth robe came floating down the stairs. I grabbed it and gave it to an almost naked Mina. Upstairs, Ethan and I listened to the details of Mina's transformation and how, as she watched her muscles grow, she felt her own self welling up inside. "and that's how the bar got bent all out of shape?" I asked, egging her on to say more. "I'm sorry," she began apologizing, "I got so" she stopped. "Hot" Ethan answered, snickering. "ETHAN!" I shouted. "Be nice. Go on, Pudg." "Yeah, hot. I grabbed the straight bar and started going to town with it." She stopped. "You know, playing with it." That's when I started to giggle. "I told you there were side effects." I said, trying to refrain from laughing aloud. "I mean, I'll buy you a new one," she apologized. I told her not to worry about it and changed subjects. "Do you think you could handle what's-her-name now that you have some help. "To quote my favorite wrassler," she said, "Oh hell yeah!" * * * The next couple of days were uneventful. Wynne and Mina went out shopping almost every day, and I was never so damn happy to see her go home. Oh, my poor wallet. * * * A Few Weeks later "Ethan," Wynne sounded happy, "I just got an e-mail from Mina." "Mina?" I was puzzled. "I thought she didn't own a computer." "She doesn't," my wife said. "It's Dunne's" "Oh, Dink!" I said sarcastically. "Ethan!" Wynne elbowed me."Be nice!" "Okay What's Pudg got to say." "Hold on." With that, Wynnie got up and walked over to my PC and downloaded the text of the letter to my screen. "There," she said, "now we both can read it. " * * * The Letter "Dear Sis: "My love to the both of you. Thanks for showing me a good time, I really enjoyed myself. I took your advice, Wynne" * * * "Imagine that," I chuckled, interrupting my wife. "Ethan, stop!" I got elbowed a second time harder. "Okay, okay continue," I said holding my sore ribs. * * * " and sidetripped out to see Mama and get her muscle concoction. She not only gave me a dozen or so jars of the stuff but half the farm in canned and stewed veggies. BTW, FYI, Easter's at your place, we've got Thanksgiving, and Mama's got Christmas." * * * "Mom has spoken," I said in a serious tone. Wynne didn't say a word, but looked very cross at me. I looked at her and then down at the arm muscles that powered her elbow, and back into her face "I love you," I said clearing my throat, smiling nervously. "Uhm read on." "No more jokes or interruptions?" she asked sternly. "No more jokes or interruptions," I said quietly.'Why Easter?' I asked myself. "Okay, NOW without ANY further interruption" * * * "I got home and Dunne wasn't there, but there was a call on the answering machine. It was Lydia. "'Hi Pudg.' Ooooh, my hatred for a former good friend was growing. 'Dunne'll be home later,' she giggled, 'after he's finished musclin' me up.' "Needless to say, I didn't stay up. I put on a nightgown and went to bed, leaving a note for him to go and sleep in the spare bedroom. The next day, he tried to explain to me that Lydia, like me, was a client and that she had started training heavy for this FBB event coming up in a few weeks. That fueled my fires more. 'Is that the truth?' I asked. He even went so far as to say yes, then he even showed me his calendar. I forgave him, sorta, with a hug and a kiss, then went to get dressed and go to the gym. I packed my change of clothing in my bag and grabbed the largest jar of Mom's spinach and parsley mix. "I got to the gym early, hoping not to run into Lydia, but I did. It almost turned into a game of cat and mouse. I managed to avoid her through my whole workout until she caught up with me at the curling station. She had several girlfriends with her, and each was intently watching me struggle with the bar. She walked over to me and pushed me out of the way. She set the weights as heavy as she wanted it and slowly worked her arms alternately until two huge balls of muscle swelled and ripped through the sleeves of her top, peaking well above her shoulders. She turned her back to me and said something to her friends, then pointed at me. All four were laughing." * * * Wynne paused. I could have said something, but I kept my mouth shut, especiallywhen I saw her biceps raise slightly as she prepared her elbow for one of my more than witty comments. She shot that glare at me; you know, the one that says, "Go ahead, I dare you." Instead, I just sat there and smiled. She nodded and continued. * * * "That was all I could stand. I leapt like a lioness protecting her cubs onto Lydia's thick muscular back. Well, with the combination of my weight and her being caught off guard, I knocked her off her feet, face forward to the floor, pummeling her as she hit. The next thing I remember is her throwing me off, then seeing a mad Lydia stand over me and flex every conceivable muscle on her body, tearing holes in seams, and swearing up a storm like a rabid dog. There wasn't much of a fight the first time. It was her hitting me in several places, then throwing me into the women's locker room door. She picked me up with one arm and..." * * * "Now where are you going?" Wynne paused as I got up from my chair. I didn't say a word and walked into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with "POPCORN?!" "Yeah," I said smiling. "Ethan," Wynne looked at me in disgust, "this is my sister." "Yeah, I know, but it's a damn good fight story," I said. "Popcorn?" and I pushed the red plastic bowl into my wife's red face. She took some, shaking her head in disbelief. "C'mon," I said anxiously, "finish the story letter." "Okay," she said as she reached over and took another handful of popcorn. "Let's see," she said, mumbling as she tried to get her place back. "laughing big muscles hitting Okay..." * * * "She picked me up by one arm and went into a flex with the other, ripping her entire sleeve as her muscles tightened and grew. 'Come back and see me and Dunne, when you can produce muscles like these.' All I could remember was that her arm became a production of mass muscle and extreme vascularity before she hit me. Hard. I flew into the women's locker room and dented some lockers. I lay there for a few seconds, feeling hurt and somewhat dazed. Getting up, I stumbled over to my locker, opened it, and found the jar. After I got the lid off, I quickly downed the contents and carefully put the empty jar in my bag. You know how Mom is about her canning jars. I could feel it working fast, even faster than it did at your house. I flexed one of my arms and it looked like a balloon was growing in my sweatshirt sleeve. As the muscle subsided, I returned to near-normal. I took off the sweats and entered the gym in a pair of shorts and a tight fitting tank top. I pulled Lydia's three friends out of the way, knocking them into several different items in the gym. I then spun Lydia around and sent her flying off the bench she was sitting on. "'Well, look who thinks she's so strong: PUDGY!' she said in an extremely sarcastic manner. 'Don't forget, I just finished my workout.' Lydia started over towards me and began pushing me. She pushed me into wall, hard... so hard, I bounced back into a waiting bearhug. 'I'm gonna hug the living stuffing from you, girlfriend, then I'm gonna drag you over to your house to watch me and Dunne make out.' As her grip got stronger, she began bursting out at the seams with muscle. That's when the spinach and parsley kicked in for a second time. I got a smile on my face. I reached over and kissed her sexily and viciously. I felt my own muscles grow and swell. She was caught off guard, watching my pecs grow, each movement producing more muscle and finally a deep valley of cleavage, ripping the front of my top. I finally broke free, knocking her backwards to the floor. I tied what was left of my tight fitting top just above my abs. I felt extremely strong and cocky. I grabbed the front of the sweat-soaked cotton shorts I borrowed from you" * * * "MINE?!" Wynne exclaimed. "That little bit-" "Honey," I chortled, "you've got dozens of them Keep reading." * * * "...and ripped them open, exposing my abdominals. Then I shot the 'raspberry' at her (I know it sounds childish, but I'm not one for the finger), motioning at her to hit me in the stomach. She was pissed. She got up and began flexing herself. As she began to flex her engorged muscles, I felt myself become hot. The more she exploded out of her sweat outfit, the hornier I got. At the time, if I was self- conscious, I would have hid my distended nipples, but I didn't care. Lydia tore off what was left of her outfit, showing off an even smaller bikini. With a growl, she went into a single biceps, flexing her upper arm, causing it to swell even larger than she would have ever imagined. Then she came running towards me, wielding her fists, and hit me in my not-so-soft belly. The more she hit me, the more I got excited. She was tiring quickly and I could tell it. Her punches, originally so fast and furious, were now sluggish; that was when I decided to flex my abs. As the six-packed squares became more evident, Lydia got slower and slower. I caught her last right jab in my muscle growth and squeezed. She stood straight up, in pain, as I put the squeeze on hard. Then I flexed my right arm, putting the concentration into my already large biceps, causing it to grow above my shoulder and rumble with power which I channeled into my fist and..." * * * "POW!" I cried, jumping up, "right in the kisser, sending her flying across the room." "Ethan?" Wynne looked at me crossly. "I can tell you're enjoying the story, but who's telling it, you or Mina?" I ooked down and saw a raging woody in my pants. Embarrassed, I adjusted myself, "Sorry sweetheart, but don't forget I'm a writer," I said smiling." "Uh-huh," Wynne grunted. "Let's let Mina tell it." * * * "and hit Lydia in the gut, sending her across the room into several mats. She hit the floor with a dull thud. I felt the heat well up inside of me as I walked over to her. I looked at her, and I could not figure out what a man would see in her. My thoughts became something like those of a crazed lesbian who hadn't had it for years. I ripped the rest of her shorts down and then mounted her, flexing my thighs, roughly waking her as I got closer to... her..." * * * "...mumble, mumble, mumble..." "What was that, Dear, you're mumbling," I said, looking at my blushing bride of some twenty years. "Um oh um nothing," she said nervously. "I uh, need to, uh, do something and quick." As Wynne sped into the bathroom, I finished reading the section of the letter that she couldn't. In a nutshell, my dear readers, my sister-in-law mounted her opponent's face and rode her through several orgasms until she fainted. Mina then flexed her body, with muscles bulging everywhere, in victory. Then she propped an exhausted and bruised Lydia at one of the presses, then headed for the showers. Wynne emerged about twenty minutes later. "Okay, that's better" she said, finalizing the combing of her wet hair. "Let's see where I was... mumble, mumble face, muscles bulging, victory Okay." * * * "I went into the ladies' locker room and watched all my magnificent muscles shrink back to their regular size, then proceeded to shower. On the way home, I stopped at one of those lingerie shops... you know, Sis, the kind I never had the nerve to enter, and picked out a sheer two- piece leopard print teddy. I got home and found Dunne working out in the basement. Needless to say, I became very excited watching his muscles grow and nearly rip his t-shirt to shreds. I walked over to my Adonis and began playing with his chest. He asked me in a rather stern voice how my session at the gym was, and I told him it was fine. He also asked me if I made up with Lydia. I said, 'kinda.' It seemed that a game of twenty questions ensued. I became angry at him and told him the whole story about my fight with Lydia. Dunne sat there in laughing disbelief, especially when I told him about my muscle growth. 'Go ahead and laugh, lover,' I said. Then I told him to meet me in the bedroom after he showered, and I would show him. He went to shower as I put on my teddy and went into the kitchen for two jars." * * * Wynne stopped reading. "Two jars?" * * * "Dunne met me in the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed when I walked in the room wearing my teddy and carrying two Mason jars. "'So show me,' he said, laughing his ass off, 'how my jealous AND pudgy girlfriend not only beat up her enemy but embarrassed her as well." I crawled up to him and sat on his limp biscuit and threw out my chest proudly and flexed my thick arms and said, 'With these,' promptly doing a double biceps pose." "With what?' he said, wiping a tear from his eye. He thought it strange and very funny when a small hump produced itself on my thick upper arm. He then asked me if I was smoking something. He got up, threw out his chest, and moved his arms horizontally, going into a mocking double biceps pose. Needless to say, I got mad at him and pushed him down on the bed. I quickly unscrewed both Mason jars and gulped down both of them. By this time, he had gotten back up and started for the door. 'Where're you going?' I asked and, before he could get a word out, I grabbed him and flung him on the bed and sat on top of him. He tried to get back up again, but by that time I could feel the spinach do its work. He put his hands on my thickening shoulders, thinking he could tip me over, but to no avail. I forced his hands down causing his magnificent arms to bulge and grow. Then I reached down and began kissing him savagely on the lips, leaving him breathless. I scooted up and again forced his hand and placed each knee on his elbows and asked him, 'You call them muscles? Watch this.' I placed both arms out and made fists and began to slowly curl my arms. I thought he was going to burst out of his skin when he saw my biceps become a set of bowling balls growing and ripping through the sleeves. 'Now who's laughing?' I asked. The more stress I put on them the more vascular they became, until they peaked above my shoulders. I finally released the pose and scooted off his elbows. As I did, I reached down and held his wrists tightly and then kissed him, telling him in the process that he hadn't seen nothing yet. My breathing became very shallow as I moved on his hardening member" * * * Wynne paused and caught me getting up. "And where do you think you're going?" "It's my turn for a cold shower," I said. "Oh, sit down," she said as she yanked me back in the chair. "Letter first. And if you're in the mood afterwards," she giggled, "then we'll have some fun." 'Women!' was the only word to come to my mind as I sat down. "We're almost done," Wynnie said as she kissed me. * * * "...member, and tightened my leg grip as my thighs grew to massive proportions. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. As I began rubbing myself against his pole, my breathing became even more shallow. I began to shudder, and my whole upper body began to bulge with muscle, until the teddy gave way and began to pop at the seams. That's when I became a sexual savage and ripped the clothes off him and then off myself. I don't think I need to go into detail about the rest of my explanation to him about the gym or what happened in the bedroom." * * * Wynne went silent for about a minute. "Wynnie," I said, "what happened? What's wrong?" I got concerned. "Well, I'll be" she said. "Dunne asked her to marry him." Wynne started to cry. "And" I prompted. "And she said yes," Wynnie said ecstatically. "She's dropped about 50 lbs. and put 20 back on as muscle. It also says that she entered one of the local contests and beat none other than Lydia." Wynne wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "What are we going to get them for a wedding present? We've only got six months to think about it." "That's easy," I said, getting out of my chair and walking over to Wynne. "A plot of ground." "What?!" Wynne exclaimed. "Yeah," I said. "The girl's gonna have to start growing that spinach and parsley sometime." I reached over and kissed Wynne. "Come on," I said, smiling, "let's have some fun." I winked. Wynne winked back and said, "One jar, or two?"