One Bad Judgement 
by Paul Schilling (halfahubinc@AOL.COM)


It was Judy's dream to win as many amateur strength, fitness, and bodybuilding 
contests as she could. By the time she had graduated high school, Judy went from being 
a beanpole weighing a whopping 98 lbs. soaking wet to an Amazon beauty of about 160 
lbs., all muscle. She attributed this to several things, such as liking bodybuilding as a 
hobby and her Nordic genetic makeup. It has been a tough climb up the ladder of 
success, meeting every challenge with grace and dignity, but that would change.
"Next year, I'll do it," Judy thought to herself as she entered the preliminary 
finals. This exciting, free flowing woman to woman confrontation is where she'd try and 
win over the judges by showing off the best of their physiques by performing 
accentuating poses of all muscle groups. Judy was by far the tallest, most muscular, and 
by far the strongest in her weight class. She finished her free posing routine, gracefully 
by going from a Most Muscular to a Side Double Biceps, smiling at the crowd all the 
way. "Yep," she thought, "I'll win this one, and next year I'll go pro," bowing before the 
cheering crowd.  Somehow it seems that the cards are stacked against her this particular 
night. It seems that when she first started entering in contests, muscle was the dominant 
rule, but as fitness competitions and bodybuilding merged, the competition changed, 
and people who judged these contests wanted to see more finesse than power. Judy had 
changed into a one piece bathing suit and was waiting for word about entering the 
finals, when one of the judges, a meek and mild looking man, comes in and delivers 
some shocking news.
 	"...I'm sorry, but that's the way it goes," explained the nerdish looking judge, 
who appeared to weigh no more than 120 lbs. even with his glasses. "You big beefy 
steroid-types aren't exactly what the media deems 'correct' any more. I'm sorry," and 
with that, he turns to leave. But as he gets to the door, he stops, turns around, and peers 
over his glasses. "You know, honey, if I were you, with THOSE muscles, I'd seriously 
think of getting a sex change. Just maybe you could maybe give Tom Platz a run for his 
money," and he turns, opening the door to leave.
Judy just stood there, dumbfounded, mouthing the words 'steroids' and 'get a sex 
change' over and over, getting madder by the moment. "THAT DOES IT! I CAN'T 
TAKE IT NO MORE!" she screams at the top of her lungs.
She reaches out and snatches up the judge by the back of the collar and throws 
him hard against the back wall of the room. She then proceeds to lock the door, turns, 
and heads for the judge who was just recovering from the blow.
"Now just one minute, miss," the judge stands up and straightens himself up. 
"Let me remind you that the sponsors of this competition..."
"Screw the sponsors!" Judy interrupts rather abruptly. "This is the last and final 
time I'll be upstaged by a 'beauty contest.'"
She reaches out and grabs the judge by his collar. A large 'gulp' could be heard 
as the judge follows the bulges in her arm and shoulder up to her narrowing angry eyes. 
"I can't believe you, little man," she speaks in a dangerously calm voice. "First of all, 
this is all natural, there are no drugs involved with these muscles. Take a look for 
yourself." Judy slowly raises her free arm, makes a fist and curls, tightening her granite 
muscles as she flexes and holds it until the veins stand out. "That's 18+ inches of pure, 
NATURAL muscle." The judge, dangling, just looks as the mountainous biceps  taunts 
him. "Second, I'm too much of a woman for any man and could compete on their level 
without a sex change," and drops him to the floor. She begins to rub her temples and 
collects her thoughts for a moment. "Look, pal, it took me a very long time to get in this 
type of shape, and who do they send to tell me I can't compete because I'm too big?" 
She pauses. "Why, Mr. Milquetoast!"

"You're not real," the judge sternly says pointing a finger, "you're one of those 
freaks or something." The judge gets very nervous. "Strength has never been an issue in 
our contests."
"Uh, huh!" Judy stops and looks around the room. Spying a metal bar, she grabs 
it and walks back over to the judge. "Do you know  what this is?" she asks the 
bewildered little man. "Well, don't bother answering, cause I'll tell you." She begins by 
examining the bar as if it was a pool cue. "This, my friend, is a bar for use in lifting 
extreme weights... The kind I like to lift." She takes the bar and holds it parallel to the 
ground. "Can your beauty queens do THIS!" Judy begins tensing her muscular body and 
takes three long, deep breaths and on the third, holds it and begins to bend the bar.
The judge watches in wonder as she clenches her teeth and, with every ounce of 
will, begins to slowly and painstakingly bend it. He is amazed and rubs his eyes as her 
muscles begin to grow and a maze of veins begin to show from the back of her hands to 
her shoulders, looking as if the near translucent skin holding them would burst. As the 
bar starts to creak and bend, the judge quickly scoots himself over to a corner as Judy's 
face flushes and the arteries and veins pulsate and stand out in her neck. The judge 
marveled and fixated on her perspiration covered pecs as they grew more striated with 
each passing moment and her breasts pushing against her soaked outfit made him grow 
more aroused.
Beet-faced, Judy feels the bar finally give. "Ugh... C'mon... Just a little more..." 
The bar is completely bent. She smiles and throws it at his feet. "There, judgie," she said 
proudly, "check it out."
The judge, terrified by this display of strength, picks up the mangled piece of 
metal and studies it. "I... I..." he stutters, "It's not real," he shouts. "You... you're not 
real," he points at her.
"Not real?" Judy hisses. "I'll give you freakin' real, little man." Judy reaches 
deep down within herself as she musters up her reserve of will power. She makes a fist 
and slowly curls her arms. Her blood-engorged biceps push their way up with brutish 
force until they peak out at about 20+ inches. Judy then puts on a one woman 
performance making the man before her seem insignificant. As she flexes from head to 
toe, muscle pops out larger than anyone has ever seen, pushing seams to the limit as she 
swells. She ends by doing a chest spread. The judge can't believe his eyes as she slowly 
and methodically pushes out of the cups holding her melon sized tits, first the right, then 
the left, twisting three small brass rings until they pop off, sailing across the room, "It's 
called muscle control," she says as she bounces her pecs like large pistons.
The judge stand up, adjusting his glasses as he investigates Judy's 
body, "They're not real."

"What aren't real, shorty?" Judy asks as she rolls her shoulders forward and 
looks at herself.
"Those," the mousy little man points at her chest. "They're... so big."  He pauses
"They've got to be implants... silicone."
"IMPLANTS!" Judy shouts as she grabs the judge by his collar yet again. 
"Look, buddy boy, let me give you a closer inspection on how REAL these boobs are." 
She pulls the judge into her waiting bosom and begins to smother him. "These are just 
one part of what makes me a female." The judge begins to squirm as he gasps from lack 
of air. "Stop squirming,"she taunts, "All I want to do is educate you a little."
In all this commotion, Judy wraps her large thighs around the judge's  wimpy 
waist, causing him to lose his balance and fall back. She tightens  them as they both hit 
the floor, overpowering and pinning him rather quickly. "Oh, come on, honey," she 
jeers, "I only weigh 150 lbs." The puny evaluator starts fidgeting to get loose again, and 
in the struggle he loses his glasses.

"Hey!" Judy notices. "You're kinda cute without those nerdish glasses.  Gain 
about a hundred or so pounds and you could be a real 'super-man.'  And me..." she 
giggles, expanding her chest, forcing her massive breasts out of their holdings, "...I 
could be your 'super- woman,'" and traces a large 'S' on her chest, then bends over and 
kisses him.
With one smooth, serpent-like move, Judy slides her physique down the tiny 
man's body as he begins to struggle once more. "Stop strugglin'," she whispers. "All I 
want to do is to get close, REAL close," and she begins to grind her hips. The 
bantamweight man stops and begins to slip out of consciousness. "What's the matter 
with my minuscule Judgie-Wudgie," she whispers annoyingly and kisses him again, 
"have I worn you out? And just as parts of you were showing promise." As Judy grinds 
more, the judge passes out. "Hmmph! Out cold." She sits up. "I guess I was too much of 
a 'super-woman' for him."
"C'mon, girls," she says as she tucks her boobs back into her torn suit, 
"we got more contests and more judges to conquer."
She quickly changes into a t-shirt and shorts. She walks over to the unconscious 
judge and daintily puts his glasses on his face. "You know  what, honey?" she says to 
the comatose man. "You're right. I may just give the men a run for their money, real 
soon." Judy flexes one arm, looks at it, and then blows the judge a kiss and slips out the 
door.

The End.