War Of The Ropes 
by Paul Schilling (halfahubinc@aol.com)
Part Five: The Knot That Binds


     Hannie proudly wades her way through the wave of the alumni that 
had formed to stop her getting close to Jack and Tom. Jack was not aware 
of Hannie's coming as he stared skyward, sniffling, "Jill, my darling 
Jill." 
     "C'mon, Jack, PLEASE!" Tom pleaded as the mammoth amazon made her 
way to them, parting her classmates like the Red Sea, but Jack was 
completely preoccupied. 
 "That's it! You owe me on this one," Tom stated angrily and headed over 
to stop Hannie. 
     Just then Janemarie walked over to Jack. "Jack?" she asked, 
"where's Tom? I though he was over here with you." Jack didn't answer, 
he just sighed and pointed. "What the... THOMAS!" she screamed, and 
bolted towards her husband. 'I knew he had a death wish,' she thought as 
she ran tensing her own muscles, 'but this is ridiculous.' 
          "NO, TOM," she shouted, "please." 

     ******** 

     Meanwhile, a bruised and battered Jill lands face down in one of 
the shallows of the now-chemical-laden swamp. She sits up after 
swallowing some of the weeds. "OUCH, that hurts," she said, rubbing her 
head. "I should've became a farmer instead of staying in the city." She 
soon spit out the rot that was in her mouth. "YUCHH!" she cried in 
distaste and began to weep. She manages to get to her knees and starts 
to look around. "Boy, am I a dope, thinking I could take on that tank of 
a powerhouse," she cries aloud. "I lost Jack." She began to swirl the 
green weed around, until... when she felt all things were lost, she 
scooped up two handfuls of the vegetation to her mouth and began eating 
the swamp weed. Over and over again she ate, until she was beyond sick. 
"Well, if the chemicals don't get you, the taste will," she said as she 
scooped up two more large heaping handfuls and choked them down. She 
then crawled into a prone fetal position and waited. 

     ******** 

          By the time Janemarie got close to her husband, he was already 
confronting Hannie. 
          "Thomas," Hannie said as politely as she could, "get out of my 
way please." As she said this, she began hitting one fist into the open 
palm of her other hand. Tom just stood there, unnerved, as he watched 
her large muscles roll under her skin. He smiled at her, then scowled, 
took a heroic stance, and said, "NO... No, Hannie, I won't do it." 
          "Very well, Thomas, if you insist," and picked up Tom gently. 
          "Put my husband down, you overgrown excuse for a tank," 
Janemarie screamed. 
     "That was my intention all along, my dear," and as gently as Tom 
was lifted up, he was put down. "There, I was gentle... a lot more than 
I could be with you." Hannie began to flex her upper body, causing the 
already threadbare top to rip even more, then curled one of her menacing 
arms. 
          "No, I don't think so," Janemarie said, sizing up the 
competition and glancing at her own strength. "No, you're not going to 
make another widower today," and cautiously, she walked over to her 
husband. 
          "Hannie's right," a sorrowful Jack spoke up, "let's go." 
          "You see, my friends," Hannie began to pontificate, "might 
will ALWAYS make right." She smiled and, as her grin broadened, she 
produced her 'most muscular pose,' causing her straps to become hidden 
by her overly pumped muscles. The longer she held the pose, the more her 
skin became transparent, showing off veins and striation as they 
surfaced. She methodically went into a double biceps pose curling her 
arms slowly and steadily. Her smile widened as everyone there was in awe 
of her enlarging mass. She leisurely turned her pose and began to look 
at Jack. Straightening out her one arm, she pointed at Jack. Nervous 
'OOOH's came from the crowd watching, as she turned her fist, palm up, 
biceps relaxing and triceps exploding as they grew. "Come here, my 
beloved," she said, and pointed her index finger at Jack and beckoned to 
him.  As she curled her fingers, Jack gulped, as he saw her muscles 
bunch and roll. 
     "Well, Bud," Tom slapped him on the back, pushing him forward, 
"it's been nice to know ya.  Be sure to write." Tom began to cry as he 
waved. 
          "Thomas?" Janemarie inquired. 
          Tom turned to his wife and hugged her tenderly. "My God, 
Janie, what did I just do?" 

     ******** 

     Jill sat, just sat in the murky shallows, and waited for the 
inevitable to happen. 'Feeling sick and just waiting is one thing,' she 
thought, 'but this pressure building inside of me... am I gonna blow 
up?" The pressure became so great that her eyes bugged open and the ball 
she crawled into burst, putting her flat on her back, but not for long. 
Jill felt the pressure growing inside her again, but this time along 
with the pressure came waves of heaviness. She managed to get to her 
knees as she felt herself tremble and her breathing becoming slower and 
shallower. The trembling and heaviness stopped. The pressure that had 
made her feel uncomfortable soon began feeling like a surge of 
electricity. "This is all too weird," she said as she put her hands out 
in front of her, examining them. She looked at her hands; they appeared 
bigger and more stronger looking. She watched as the veins pushed their 
way up to the surface, connecting to a main one that surfaced on her 
arms, and crept up her arms like a snake, pulsating with power. 
Something else was happening... as she looked at her arms, she noticed 
that the bruises she got in the fight disappeared. "Wow," was all she 
could say as she examined herself, noticing all the swelling was going 
away too. 
     Still dazed by this turn of events, Jill put her arms out parallel 
to the ground and began to pump her fists. As she did, she watched the 
bellies of her forearms contract and expand until they were the size and 
hardness of a professional bodybuilder. She began to get disappointed as 
she looked down her arm. Here is this fantastically well sculpted 
forearm and this wimpy looking upper arm. "This is just great," she said 
as she began to curl one of her arms to look at her meager biceps. Then 
Jill noticed that, as her forearms began to move, the muscularity was 
moving. It fell to her elbow and, with her other hand, she began to push 
it up towards her biceps. Jill's eyes got large as she watched her upper 
arm grow as large as a grapefruit as this growth merged with her 
muscles. After this, she held her other arm up and watched the power 
fall and then quickly flexed her arm, watching as another grapefruit-
sized biceps appeared. "Now this is more like it," Jill gloated as she 
pumped her large arms even larger, but she wasn't ready for the next 
step of her odd transformation. Her pumps began to cause the rest of her 
body to grow with muscle as well.  "Unbelievable," she said as she 
watched her small frame grow to the point of almost ripping out of her 
clothes. The pressure became unbearable as she began to cross her eyes. 
"Got to stop," she cried. "If I don't I'm going to explode." Explode she 
did, but with raw power. "Wow," she exclaimed, what a rush." 
     She looked at herself again. "Hey wait a minute, where'd they go?" 
As fast as she had pumped herself up, the muscles had disappeared. She 
flexed her arm one more time and her normal sized biceps appeared, but 
with an odd feeling; a surge of power, a power that flowed through her 
whole body. She reached down and, with both hands, scooped up some of 
the swamp weed and stared at it. 'It's gotta be a chemical reaction from 
the dump,' she thought. "It's gotta be!" she exclaimed. "Okay, Hannie, 
prepare to meet your worst nightmare..." she reached down and scooped up 
even more and gulped it down, "...me!", and she started out of the 
swamp, feeling power beyond belief. 

     ******** 

     Jack stood there, frozen in his tracks, as he watched Hannie 
saunter over to him. "I have dreamed of this since we met in high 
school." Hannie reached over to him and gently picked him up, laying his 
head on her immense breast. "See, Jack," she purred, "I have a soft 
side, too." She pulled him in closer and felt his hardening member grow 
next to her body. She took one of his hands and placed it gingerly under 
the flimsy material of her bikini top and started it massaging her 
oversized nipple. She looked down passionately at Jack and pursed her 
lips. "Jack, kiss me."  
          Something snapped inside of Jack and he shouted, "HANNIE!" 
          As Jack began to pull away, Hannie's hug became firmer. "Jack, 
what is wrong?" 
          Jack fidgeted more and more. "Hannie, this ain't right. I 
can't." Jack finally pushed himself free and he fell to the ground. 
          "Jack, I do not understand, but you have hurt me, deep," 
Hannie cried in anger as her muscles began to appear to grow from anger. 
"I will have you, NOW!" Hannie said as shemoved over above Jack. 
          "Over my dead body," came a voice from behind a clump of 
trees. Everyone who heard this turned their eyes towards the trees. 
     "It can not be," Hannie said. 
          "Oh, but it can," said the voice, now connected to a pair of 
hands that began separating two trees. With a loud 'CRACK,' the trees 
fell and Jill emerged, body glistening with an aura of power and clothes 
being stretched with muscles. 
          Jack looked up, "Jill?" 
          Hannie was even more surprised, "Jill? I thought you..." 
     "...were dead." Jill smiled. "You should know by now, you can't 
keep a good woman down." 
          Hannie snarled and then caught Jack getting up. She sent a 
large arm backwards connecting with Jack, sending him to the ground. 
"Sit a while, Jack, and watch me, because this time I will finish her," 
Hannie growled and looked directly at Jill. 
          Jill started running towards Hannie after witnessing what had 
happened to her husband, swinging her fist and finally connecting with 
Hannie's midsection, sending her to the ground. "Get up, Cow," Jill 
spat. "I want a rematch." 
     Hannie angrily smiled as she stood up. "So the little American with 
girly muscles is now a fountain of strength," she said, catching her 
wind. "I would gladly oblige," Hannie said, "but we have no rope." 
     "Sure you do," and someone launched a rope from the middle of the 
crowd which landed within each of the women's grasps. 
     The two women circled the rope staring at each other. "Your demise 
and humiliation will be even greater than before, Jill," Hannie growled 
as she grabbed an end of the rope. 
     "Oh, blow it out your ass, Hannie," Jill snapped as she grabbed her 
end of the rope and crossed the creek. 
     Both women planted their feet firmly as the final battle began. 
     As Jill grabbed her end of the rope, Jack came up to her, 
"Sweetheart, I don't know what happened, but please, please be careful." 
Then he kissed her. 
      "Don't worry," Jill said confidently, wiping a tear from his eye, 
"I have a feeling things are going to be QUITE different this time 
around." Making a fist, she began curling her free arm. "Now, watch." 
Jack watched in wonder as Jill's upper arm seemed to bubble, and as it 
did, she voluntarily flexed her muscle. Jill's smile widened as each 
bump disappeared, apparently hiding itself under her biceps. Jack's eyes 
grew large as her muscle increased in size and density. 
          "How... I mean..." Jack fumbled with his words. 
     "It's a long story, Jack," Jill answered. "I'll tell you later, but 
first, I've got a tug of war to win." Then she kissed him on the cheek. 
     "How  touching," Hannie retorted arrogantly. "I would like to 
finally finish your demise so WE..." pointing at Jack, "can go home." 
     "Okay, Fat Ass," Jill sneered, "let's do it." 
     Jill grabbed her end of the rope and headed across the creek. The 
growing crowd circled the two women. 
     "Now," Hannie smirked, "When I count to three..." 
     "You mean like this?" Jill interrupted, "onetwoTHREE!" Trying to 
catch Hannie off guard, Jill began to pull. 
     "Oh, are we trying to cheat?" Hannie grunted as she grounded 
herself steadfastly. Her chiseled arm muscles began to steadily grow and 
move as she began to pull. "You see, Jill," she laughed maniacally, "you 
cannot win. My muscles and strength are still far superior to yours." 
     Jill felt herself inching closer and closer to the edge of the 
creek. It was then Jill felt her body tingle and well up with that 
explosive pressure that she felt in the swamp. She looked down at her 
aching, knotted arm muscles as they began to burst with the feeling of 
power. "Bite me, bitch!" Jill said as she began to get turned on, slowly 
pulling the rope. 
     For all the good it did, Hannie tugged with all her might, but to 
no avail. Hannie was getting worried. 'This cannot be,' Hannie thought 
to herself, as she watched the thickly chiseled muscles she was so proud 
of begin to lose their features. After a time, Hannie felt her footing 
and grip give.  She fell face first into the creek. 
     On seeing this, the crowd went wild and started chanting, "Jill!" 
Smiling, Jill went into a slow double biceps pose, flexing her now-
baseball-sized muscles for the chanting crowd. She then turned her 
attention to an awestruck Hannie, who was struggling to get up. 
     "Here, Hannie," Jill said, holding out her hand, "let me help you 
UP!" Jill snatched up Hannie quickly out of the water and held her by 
her throat. 
          "Jill," Hannie said gasping for air, "I do not know how you 
have become so strong, but I shall overcome." Hannie clenched her fists 
and, with all her strength, swung for all she was worth. 
          "Hannie," Jill said in mock surprise, "you have to understand, 
with all that weight and mass..." Jill cocked her fist, "...you're a lot 
SLOWER than me!" With that, she punched Hannie as hard as she could, 
causing Hannie to double over as she dropped. Hannie's head lay on 
Jill's chest, and Jill threw back her shoulders. "Are we tired, dearie? 
Here, let me fluff my pillows for you." Jill made fists and brought her 
arms out slightly from her, then began working her arms like a pump 
until her upper arms were almost as large as basketballs. "Now folks, as 
the song says, 'You ain't seen nothing yet.' Jill then swiftly raised 
her arms and, as if she was a cartoon character, her huge muscles moved 
through her shoulders to her waiting chest. As her chest began to grow, 
she grabbed the unconscious Hannie by her hair and pulled her away. 
Jill's chest began acting like big pistons, moving in an up-and-down 
motion causing her breasts to enlarge. Her buttoned blouse could no 
longer hold her budding breasts. One by one, the buttons of Jill's 
blouse began to tug and release themselves from their awful strain. As 
her once small breasts grew, pushing her blouse further open, her 
cleavage became evident. "Still sleeping, dearie?" Jill held Hannie's 
head. "Well, here, lay your head between THESE!" Jill plunged Hannie's 
face into her deep cleavage. Hannie began to struggle when her face 
began to be smothered by Jill's incredibly muscled pecs and breasts. 
Jill added insult upon injury as she massaged her large boobs around 
Hannie's face. 
     Hannie awoke with muffled screams and she began to hit Jill on her 
shoulders wildly as she tried to pull her face from between Jill's 
suffocating cleavage. "Why, Hannie, don't you find this... rather 
erotic?" With all that was going on, Jill was beginning to get turned 
on. She began to massage and stroke her breasts rhythmically until her 
nipples grew large and hard and her breath came in short pants. It was 
then Hannie blindly grabbed Jill's shoulders and pulled her head out 
with an audible 'POP!' 
     "You crazy American bitch, " Hannie said gasping for air, "now I 
will snap you in two and throw away the key." 
          Jill looked at her wildly. "Okay, Super-Slug," Jill said as 
she ran her hands up and down her exaggerated muscled body. "I'll give 
you one blow," she said, tying her blouse modestly in a knot. "I'll even 
give you a big target and a running shot at it," she said as she walked 
over to her sluggish opponent, "right here!" Hannie looked in amazement 
as Jill pulled the top of her shorts down, showing off her finely 
chiseled abs. "Smell that, bitch," she taunted Hannie, "that's a 
combination of sweat, muscle, and an incredibly horny feeling that I 
have." Hannie could not say anything. She just held her nose at the 
musky smell. Jill just laughed as she walked over to her husband who 
stood there just watching. She grabbed him and began kissing him long 
and hard. 
          "Jill," Jack said as his wife massaged his member, now hard as 
rock, "I don't know what happened to you, but..." 
          "...But nothing, lover boy," Jill interrupted, "I'm huge and 
I'm hot, and you aren't going anywhere but to bed with me when this is 
over." She finally released her husband and positioned herself about 
forty paces from Hannie. She began flexing her abs and drawing a 
bullseye. "C'mon, honey child, hit me with all your might." 
          Hannie stood straight and began pumping her arms. She became 
like a raging bull, veins surfacing over her arms as she soon was off 
and running. "AAAAAARRRRHH!" she screamed as she raised a heavy arm and, 
with all her power, hit Jill with a 'THUD!' Several more times she hit 
Jill's abs as they remained unwavering. Hannie soon ran out of steam. "I 
do not understand this," Hannie said as she nursed her swollen hands. 
          "And I doubt you ever will," Jill said, pushing Hannie back 
until Hannie tripped over her own feet and fell backwards on the grass. 
Jill wasted no time taking a flying leap and landing hard on Hannie's 
abs, straddling her. Jill started punching Hannie's big boobs as if they 
were dual punching bags. 'BUBABUBABUDA' was the dull sound as Jill's 
punches came hard and fast. They were coming so hard and fast, they were 
forming large ripples of muscle hitting and bruising Hannie's chin. 
               "UHHH!" was all Hannie could get out, as she was 
bombarded by her own muscle. 
               "How's that feel, huh, bitch?" Jill said in delightful 
ecstasy. 
               "When, owww, I get free you will see," Hannie said, 
struggling, trying to raise her massive arms, but to no avail. Jill had 
learned a long time ago how to use her muscle as dead weight when she 
was on top of an opponent. 
          Hannie tried again to raise her muscular arms and, as she did, 
she began flexing her abdominals. Over and over again, she continued 
until she created enough movement to make Jill stop punching. Jill felt 
herself ride up and down as if she was on a bucking bronco. "What the 
hell?" 
               "As I was going to say, you American Cow," Hannie said as 
she repeated the flex, "GET OFF OF ME!" With one final super flex, 
Hannie bucked Jill off of her, sending her several inches in the air and 
landing her hard on the ground. 
               Although Hannie was basically a loner in high school, she 
did develop some friends that year. These were the girls of the senior 
girls' soccer team who were kicked off for not having the grades 
required to stay. These three buff females grabbed the unsuspecting Jill 
and tied her up tightly with the heavy rope used in the contest. The 
strongest and most muscular of the three picked Jill up and threw her at 
Hannie's feet. "Here ya go, Hannie!" 
          "Much thanks!" Hannie replied as the woman flexed a sizable 
biceps at her in reply. "Now," Hannie said as she turned her attention 
to Jill, "you seemed to be all tied up in your fight." Hannie lifted 
Jill with one hand as she put the end of the rope over a strong limb of 
a nearby tree. " You will make for an interesting heavy 'punching bag,' 
Jill." Hannie then flexed her left arm. "Let me see, I lifted you with 
this one." Both women watched as a stone rose from her upper arm. "But I 
think I will hit you with THIS ONE!" Promptly Hannie raised her arm 
parallel to the ground and slowly curled her fingers into a fist, 
flexing her forearm until a cord-like vein surfaced with smaller veins 
acting like tributaries. She then tightened her biceps and triceps, and 
started to raise her forearm. As her triceps relaxed, her biceps grew 
until a mountain of steel rose. Hannie reared back, swung, and missed 
Jill as she swung out of the way. Try as she would, with all her might, 
Hannie could not hit Jill. Hannie was beginning to tire rather quickly. 
Jill saw this and soon took advantage of the situation to end the fight. 
     Jill began swinging until the branch she was on snapped. Jill hit 
the ground and, with an almost superhuman effort, jumped to her feet. 
"Swamp root strength, don't fail me now," she said, gritting her teeth. 
The silent crowd of alumni that had been watching this whole fight since 
the get-go let out with loud exaltations as Jill snapped the large rope 
with greater mass then before. She slowly turned toward the three 
classmates that had tied her up and went into a massive crab flex, 
shredding her shorts and blouse at the seams. Upon seeing this, one of 
the women said, "Ah... Jill, we, we gotta get back to our old men. See 
ya," and the three of them ran yellow into the cheering crowd. 
     Jill, totally pumped, turns to an extremely worn out Hannie. She 
walks over to her and says, "Hannie, dear, you look tired. Isn't it 
about time for you to go home?" Hannie, worn out from the strain, tries 
to answer but doesn't. 
     "Shhhh, Hannie, don't speak," Jill taunts. "In fact," she 
continues, "let me brush you off," and Jill politely dusts some of the 
dirt and grime off her foe. "Now, tilt your head, just about... there, 
and hold it!" 
          Jack came over to his wife and said, "What are you going to 
do, sweetie?" 
          Jill smiled and said, "I'm going to send Hannie home... 
watch." She then raised her right arm and began to flex. "I learned this 
one from watching cartoons." Then she flexed slow and hard, causing her 
biceps to look even bigger than before. The alumni cheered like crazy as 
Jill took it all in. She then snapped her arm out, causing her large 
muscle to roll into her right fist, causing it to grow HUGE, and said, 
"Bye bye, Hannie, don't forget to write!" She then let loose with a 
punch to Hannie's jaw that sent her flying like a rocket out of sight. 
          Jill flexed for the cheering crowd as pictures were taken, and 
that's when she pulled Jack into her and kissed him passionately. Jack 
felt and kissed her iron-like muscles as she flexed and, like the 
gentleman that he was, gave her his shirt to put on, as she whispered to 
him, "Let's go home now, and I'll show you why you married me." 
          Just then... 
     "Hold up, you two," said a voice from behind. "We HAVE to find 
Hannie." It was Janemarie. 
          Jill walked over to her friend and brought her in close. 
"Janemarie," she said sternly, "are you out of your gourd?" 
          "You two ain't been touching that wacky weed, have you?" Jack 
interjected. 
          "Why the hell do we need to find Hannie?" Jill asked again. 
          "Tell 'em, Tom," Janemarie said laughing 
          "Okay, honey," Tom laughingly agreed. "You see, when you sent 
Hannie 'home,' you left something of hers behind. I don't think they'll 
let her through customs without this." And Janemarie held out Hannie's 
threadbare bikini top. All had a good laugh and vowed to stay in touch 
until the next reunion. 

The End