Vickie's Secret! 
By Paul Schilling (halahubinc@aol.com)
She can DO this!


     Everyone at St. Ursula High knew to stay out of Reilly's way. Due to his muscles, Reilly
had the reputation for being the school bully, even though he had done nothing to earn it, until
the day he met up with the new exchange student from across town. Rumors had been flying
rampant about 'Big' Vickie even before the school year had even begun. The buzz was, she's
a tough young lady who was expelled from another local high school for getting into fights and
sending her opponents to the hospital. It was also reported that she was quite strong and in a
fit of rage lifted the front end of the principal's car with him in it. The word through the
grapevine was that she held some deep secret only shared with very close friends, but to look
at her you couldn't tell her to be this monstrous "super-girl" who was being murmured about in 
school, but looks can be be very deceiving. This piqued Reilly's interest, not because he was
cautiously asked by some of the kids to hunt for more on these rumors, but because he was
the down-the-street neighbor who saw some big equipment moved into the house. Things
started to get interesting when, on this certain Wednesday, Vickie walked into the detention
hall.
     "Big" Vickie walked in and handed the detention slip to the old nun who was in charge.
She walked down the aisle and found the desk next to Reilly, plopped her books down, and
sat. Reilly pretended not to look at her but couldn't help staring at times. 'Maybe I'm missin'
something here, but somethin' just ain't right,' he thought to himself, scratched 
his head, then drifted back off into his doodles.
     It wasn't until Friday that Vickie actually spoke to him for the first time. "Look, if you
don't stop staring at me, I'll scream so loud that I'll wake Sister Mary Whatshername at the
desk," she said crossly. "Then I'll rip your arm off and beat you with the bloody stump end of
it." For the rest of that hour, Vickie kept an eye on him.

     That weekend everything was quiet on the Vickie front. It turns out she had been
grounded at home for the duration of the semester. Reilly went over the notes he made about
her and scratched his head a little more. There was something about her, but he just couldn't
put his finger on it. At the gym where he was employed and worked out, he talked to his 
boss about her, but got no new insights. Finally, he went back to doing his homework in his
spare time, content to merely wonder about what was under those big clothes of hers.
     The next week started off quite normal. Reilly was not quite up to par that Monday; he
didn't threaten as many kids as usual because his mind was still set on Vickie. Reilly left gym
class (his last class of the day) and walked into the detention hall and took his normal seat.
Vickie got smart and sat behind him. This way, he couldn't leer without turning 
around. Later on that week, the temperature was warming up, and the room 
used for detention, even with open windows, became very stuffy. That's when Vickie started
staring. Reilly yawned and stretched, making his rather large muscles almost rip the shirt he
was wearing. 'The school bully has muscles, big ones... almost bigger than mine,' she thought
to herself, then snickered a bit. 'Be still my beating heart.'
     Yawning can be very contagious, especially in a hot room with little or no ventilation.
After his display, time went ever so slow for Vickie, who yawned and dozed off, only to catch
herself as her elbow slipped off the desk. That's when SHE stretched. She put her hands
behind her head, arched her back and stretched.
     'KAPWING!'
     Reilly felt a sting on the back of his neck, slapped it, and looked at his hand. Nothing.
He dismissed it and went back to what he was doing. Then 'KAPWING!' This time he knew
what direction it came from... right behind him. "All right," he said in a low growl and began to
scoot around, fist cocked. "I don't care if you are a gir..." He couldn't finish his statement
because, when he turned around, he was met by Vickie's sizable chest. "...l." As he got the last
'l' out, he couldn't help but stare at the volume of flesh and muscle looking at him right in 
the face.
     "Excuse me, you were saying...?" Vickie asked as she relaxed her stretch.
     "Umm... oh nothing," Reilly was lost for words. "You, uh, lost these," and presented her
with the two buttons. His eyes darted back and forth.
     "Thank you," she said politely. "It's an occasional hazard. Looks like I need to by a
bigger size of shirt or stop..."
     "Stop what?" Reilly asked.
     "Oh, never mind," Vickie said as she stuffed herself back into the shirt. "You wouldn't
be interested anyway. Your turn."
     "Huh?" Reilly was caught off guard. "Oh, yeah, name's Reilly, nice to meet you." His
eyes couldn't help to be drawn to her remarkable cleavage.
     "Reilly," Vickie giggles, rather embarrassed, "my face is up here. Next 
question, please."
     "Huh, oh yeah, can I... uh," Reilly was still lost for words, "uh..."
     "Walk me home, because you just live down the street from me?" Vickie smiled.
     He just sat there dumbfounded and then, "Uh, yeah, that's it... I think."
     "Sure," she said with an embarrassed smile. "My name's Vickie. And yes, you can walk
me home." She couldn't believe how insecure this bully was.
     As the two kids prepared to leave detention, Vickie stood up and stretched one more
time, revealing her rather large chest again to the world and caught Reilly's eye once more.
But what really caught his eye was that, during the stretch, Vickie flexed both arms and a
mound began to rise in each arm. "Ohhh," Vickie sighed, "it feels so good to stretch." She
relaxed her arms and smiled at Reilly.
     Reilly could only look in awe as he watched the swelling go down. He began to
massage his left upper arm, "Yeah, you're telling me."
     On the way home, casual talk turned into curiosity. "So if you don't mind me askin'..."
     Vickie stopped and raised an inquiring eyebrow, "Yeeeesss?"
     "How the heck did you do, I mean..." Reilly quickly tried changing his question, "...how'd
you wind up in detention?"
     Vickie grinned coyly, "I like you, you're silly," and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Well,"
she sighed and scratched behind her ear, "I, kinda disrupted football and cheerleading
practice, kinda, that's all."
     "Okay," Reilly scratched his own head at her 'kinda' statement.

* * *

     She didn't tell him how she was doing laps on the track after school when she was
stopped by the varsity team quarterback, and how he noticed how strong her legs were and
wondered how strong she was on upper body strength, to which she answered, "Pretty
strong."
     "Well, little lady, can you arm wrestle?" he asked.
     "I think so," Vickie answered, knowing full well she did, and could probably start some
trouble if she did.
     The both of them laid down, facing each other on the grass with a crowd of football
players and cheerleaders gathering around them. He flexed his arm and asked her, "Are you
sure you want to go up against this?"
     "Uh huh," Vickie smiled, "I can DO this."

     "Okay, someone count to three," he shouted.
     "THREE!" came a quick shout from the crowd and the two kids were at it. Vickie was
impressed by the size and the strength of this boy. But when it came time for her to counter,
he was interested in what he saw rise up against Vickie's sweatshirt sleeve.
     "You're not normal," as he watched the bulge rise, stretching her sleeve.
     "Of course I am," she grunted and forced his arm to the ground with a loud 'SNAP'!

     "ARGH! YOU STUPID BITCH!" screamed the boy in agony. The boy got up and fell to
his knees whimpering. "That stupid cow... I think my wrist is broken." The trainer walked over
with a couple of players and walked the limp-wristed quarterback into the varsity locker room.
     "Look... I'm sorry... I'm..." Vickie tried to apologize when she was felled by a blow in the
back. "AAAAHHH!" She rolled over and saw several strong looking cheerleaders over her. 
     "You STUPID BITCH HEIFER! That was my boyfriend's wrist you broke," said a rather
svelte and muscular cheerleader. "Now you'll have to deal with me." The girl made a fist and
slowly began to curl her right arm on which a fairly sizable bicep grew, stretching the fabric of
her sweater. The other two whispered to each other and then went into poses 
themselves.
     This only made Vickie cross. "Okay, big mouth," she said as she stood up, "I said I'm
sorry I hurt your boyfriend, but he wanted to play, and play I did." Vickie turned to leave for the
girls locker room, then stopped for a moment and turned her head back over her shoulder.
"Oh, by the way, I'd watch who you'd call a heifer, CHUNKY," and continued to 
walk.
     "Chunky?" the cheerleader said, stunned. "I'll give her Chunky. C'mon, girls." The
cheerleaders caught up with Vickie, and the one she nicknamed 'Chunky' blocked the entrance
to the door. "Look, Fatso," the girl started pushing on Vickie, took off her varsity sweater and
threw it to one of her cohorts, and began rolling up her sleeves. "You want chunky, I'll give you
chunky." The girl then clenched her fists, raised her arms, and began to bend her arm, forcing
biceps the size of an orange to rise and rip the sleeves. Then she flexed her chest and the 
tight blouse became tighter until the buttons popped off from the strain. "It's all 100% muscle,
bitch!" The girl quickly grabbed the two ends of her shirt and tied them together right below her
bra. The girl put her hands on her hips, daring Vickie to try anything now.
     "Impressive," Vickie stated nonchalantly. "But I don't think I want to cause a scene or do
any more damage that what was ACCIDENTALLY done. Now excuse me." She shoved the girl
out of her way. "Oh, by the way, how many times did you bench the team to get those
muscles? Ta," and walked into the locker room.
     By this time, a crowd had formed and was murmuring around the three cheerleaders.
"How... How DARE she accuse me of... of such things!" The girl then ripped off her tattered
sleeves and flexed her tan arms. "C'mon girls," she said looking at her bulging arms, "let's go
kick some porker's ass," and headed into the girls' locker room.
     Sometime later, Vickie emerged from the locker room, combing her wet hair, and was
met by the varsity football coach and the cheerleading 
coach, Sr. Helen. "What happened in there?" the Sister demanded.
     "Nothing, ma'am," Vickie said and left.
     Both coaches ran into the locker room and brought out a very bruised cheerleader. All
the girl could say, barely coherently, was, "She said she could DO this, and she did..."
     The next day Vickie was in detention.

* * *

     Before anything else was said, Vickie decided to change the topic. "I, uh, take it, you
workout?" Vickie said, motioning to his arms.
     "Yeah," he answered as they arrived at Vickie's house, "I've been lifting since eighth
grade and because I work at a local bodybuilding gym, I can workout there, too."
     "Neat!" Vickie said. "Hey Reilly, do you mind if I, um," she was blushing as she was
talking, "um, feel how hard and big they are?"    
     "Huh?" Reilly said, completely caught off guard.
     "Your muscles, silly," Vickie giggled, then came the change in the tone of her voice.
"Flex 'em slow, long, hard, and big."
     Reilly sat his books down on Vickie's front porch and looked over at her. "You really
want to see 'em?" She nodded yes. "Okay, I'm no pro, but here goes." Reilly brought his arms
out horizontally, parallel to the ground, made fists, and began to tense his arms. Immediately
his forearms jumped alive with big bulging muscles and an interlocking complex of veins both
big and small. Reilly again looked over at Vickie who nodded intently. He then began to slowly
curl his arms. 'I'm giving this girl the biggest thrill of her life,' he thought as biceps the size 
of softballs began to bunch and grow, tearing his shirt sleeves as they peaked above their
maximum height. As part of his flex, he began expanding his chest. His shirt pulled out of his
pants and the buttons on his shirt began to pop. "Well, is this big enough for you?" he 
grunted.
     Vickie walked over in back of him and began running her hands over his arms, feeling
each fold and ripple down to his chest. "They're so big and hard, just touching them gives me
goosebumps," she whispered in his ear. "I think I'm in lust... oops! Freudian slip on my part... I
mean, love." She came around front and kissed him. "Let's do somethin' this weekend."
     "Okay, what?" Reilly asked. "All these things ever got me was the title of 'bully',
detentions over misunderstandings, and a grounding at home from now till the day Jesus
comes back."
     "Yeah, me too," Vickie understood, sitting down on the front porch.
     Well, we still gotta couple of days to think about it," Reilly said, smiling.
     "Yeah, we can DO this," Vickie returned with a slight smile, but there was a hint of
depression.
     "Look, I gotta get going, I'll see you tomorrow." He reached down and kissed her, then
left. As he walked over to his house, he thought to himself, 'Reilly, you sly puppy, you are IN.
Soon, very soon, you'll be able to get those damn wimps off my back.' 
     Word began buzzing around school about Reilly and Vickie being seen together, but no
one came up to confront him on this. It was just about time for the two to meet in detention,
when...
     "Hi Reilly," a voice came singing from behind. Reilly quickly turned around and there
was one of the school gossips and former girlfriend, Katie.
     "Hi Kate... bye Kate, I'm gonna be late," he said hurriedly, but she stopped him,
"What'cha want now."
     "Just a minute of your time..." She looked around to see if anyone was looking and,
undoing her tie, she unbuttoned her blouse part of the way and pulled it open revealing an
exceptional cleavage. She walked over to Reilly, whom she had cornered, and began kissing
him, rubbing her tits against his chest until it looked like her nipples would burst through 
her bra and blouse. "...and that big muscle of yours," and began groping at his jeans. "I want a
little information on your new friend, Vickie."
     "Umm, uh, oh gawd," Reilly tried to keep his composure. "I haven't found out anything
yet."
     "Too bad," Katie said, "I want to hurt her like she did that poor cheerleader."
     "That slut!" Reilly said as Katie started pulling away, "The way I understood it, she
asked for it." He began moaning with pleasure. That's when she pulled his swelling member
with a swift jerk.
     "Owww! Hey, that hurt," Reilly said grabbing his crotch.
     "I'm sorry," she said. "I could make it feel better with these," and began rubbing and
massaging her tits again with her hands, "if you could only find out what her secret is, we're
getting bored."
     "Look," he said sternly in a low voice, "give me a couple of more days. I might have
something for you."
     "Well, from the way I understand it," Katie said as she buttoned up her blouse, "she's
strong and loves to arm wrestle to show her superiority." Katie then straightened her tie.
     "Okay... Look, I got three minutes to get to detention," Reilly stated, looking the hall
clock. "I'll find out... something," and ran off.
     "Fine, we'll be waiting," Katie cupped her swollen breasts, one more time for him,
pushing at them, showing off her erect nipples. She leaned up against a locker, "Whew! Come
on girls, let's go to the ladies room."
     Thursday came and went and all the kids could do were exchange glances,wondering
about what each other's next move would be.
     Friday afternoon... as Reilly waited for Vickie, he began formulating the all important
question. He began pacing back and forth, talking to himself. "So Vickie, how about these
stories I hear..." He stopped and shook his head. "Nah, not going to work." This is when Vickie
walked up behind him unnoticed. "Okay, I have it," his face beamed like a lightbulb. "Vickie!"
he said in a quasi-stern voice, "I need to know something."
     "Yes," answered a sweet voice from behind. Reilly dropped his books and quickly
turned around. There was Vickie leaning up against a locker.
     "VICKIE!" he squeaked, "how long have you been... I mean..." Reilly cleared his throat.
     "How long have I been here," Vickie finished his statement. "Long enough to watch you
pace back and forth talking to yourself and answer your question once more." She sighed
causing her enormous chest to inflate and cause an audible 'creak' as the gap between her
buttons began to pull open. "Well, you gonna ask?"
     "Oh, yeah," Reilly cooed as he studied those straining buttons.
     "REILLY!" Vickie snapped.
     "I've," clearing his throat, "gotta work till four tomorrow and I was wondering, well,
maybe we could get together after and do something."
     "You know I'm grounded and can't really go anywhere," she pouted.
     "Yeah," Reilly responded disappointingly.
     "Hey," Vickie's face lit up. "My folks'll be gone till late Sunday." Then again, her voice
changed into a low sexy whisper, "Come on over tomorrow night and we could have some
fun." She moved in close to him and guided his hands to her chest and started kissing, long
and sweet.
     Reilly couldn't help noticing that wearing a bra didn't make a difference; her nipples
were hard as bullets. He slowly pushed her away. "Great! I'll be over about six."
     "All right, see you then," and she turned around and left.
     Reilly just stood there as he watched her tight jeans sway as she walked down the
corridor. He shrugged his shoulders in a aroused sort of fashion, "Well, I know one thing... she
can't be fat."
     All of a sudden, a pair of hands came out from nowhere and began massaging the
bulge in his crotch. It was joined by a voice. "What else did you find out, lover boy?"
     "Hey... what the...?" He broke the hold and quickly turned around. There was Katie.
     "Well?" Katie raised an eyebrow. "That's the closest you've been to her." Katie began
to move in close, and guided his hands to her chest and began coercing them into a massage.
     "Nothing," Reilly replied as he started getting into the massage.

     "NOTHING!" she yelled. "I wanted something juicy on Miss Heifer Thighs." She pushed
him away and stormed off. "I better have something by Monday-Close-Of-Business or else."
     But Katie decided to do some snooping on her own.
     Friday night, she stayed hidden in the bushes as she watched Vickie on the front porch
talking with her folks.
     "...Okay now, Pumpkin, be good and try not to wreck the house," her father said,
kissing her on the cheek.
     "Yes, Daddy," she answered.
     "You know where we'll be if you need us," her mother added, giving her akiss.
     "Yes Momma, I'm a Junior in high school," she rolled her eyes, "I think I can handle
myself."
     "Okay... well, we'll be back late Sunday night. Bye." They got in the car and drove off.
     Katie was getting bored watching this when, 'RIPPP!' The early evening sky resounded
with the tearing of Vickie's shirt from the back. As Vickie turned to look at the tear, Katie's eyes
got wide. "Oh my God!" The open blouse revealed an extremely muscular back. "I gotta see
more," and made her way to the side door and snuck in.
     Vickie, on the other hand, scratched her head. "GEEZ!" she groaned. "Well, might as
well finish it off," and walked into the house heading for the basement. Katie followed as
closely as she could without being caught and, as Vickie turned on the light to the basement,
her eyes again went wide as she looked on. 
     "Wow!" she whispered, "the girls have to find out about this."
     "I don't think so, KATHERINE!" Katie didn't answer; all she did was turn around to see a
very angry Vickie looking at her.
     "Now wait a minute, Vick," she said as she got caught, "it's... it's not what you think,"
and she inched her way to the door.
     Vickie sidestepped in front of the door. "Now you're coming with me and watch a real
woman in action." Effortlessly, Vickie flexed, her muscles bursting through her shirt, sending
shards of cloth at Katie. "And I even haven't broken a sweat yet."
     "You're a hairless gorilla! Stay away from me!" Katie said as she scooted around Vickie
and spiderwalked up the stairs to the door and scurried out.
     Vickie wiped her hands, chuckling, "Well, she won't be back," and walked down into the
basement to workout.
     All morning long Saturday, Vickie laughed about what went on Friday evening as she
went about doing some cleaning and her workout. Later that afternoon, her thoughts turned to
Reilly. About 6:30, there was a knock at the door. Vickie, wearing a pair of Spandex and a
fairly form fitting flannel shirt, said, "Reilly, umm, come on in."
"Sorry I'm late," he said, "But I stopped by Guiseppi's when I left the gym and got a couple of
pizzas. Hope you're hungry."
Vickie took the pizzas and set them down and grabbed Reilly. "Famished," she said, kissing
him desirably.
     "Uh, Vickie," he voiced trying to catch his breath, "I meant for some pizza."
     "Huh...? Oh yeah!" she said, composing herself the best she could. "I thought you
meant something else."
     'Wow,' he thought, 'that's part of her secret, she's a nymphomaniac.'
     After eating with little or no small talk, Reilly spoke up. "I hear you really like sports..."
     "I've done a little track and field... sort of... and work out, kind of, in the off season," she
answered back nervously, teasing a few strands of hair.
     "Rumors at school have been going around school that..." Reilly stopped, "...er," he
worked on changing the subject, but to no avail.
     Vickie sat straight up, squared her shoulders and got a mean look on her face. "What
rumors?" she asked, crossing her arms. Reilly explained (as best he could) about what was
started when she came to St. Ursula's and how it was built up to her being a hyped-up steroid
queen or other illogical personification. "So, what you're... what THEY'RE saying is, because
I'm big, because I took on the varsity quarterback, and because I beat up his bitch cheerleader
friend, I'm some type of monster?" Reilly nodded his head. "Do YOU believe it, Reilly?" she
asked sincerely. Reilly shook his head no.
     "I do have a confession to make," he said nervously, fidgeting back and forth, "I've kind
of fallen for you and your muscles," then he paused. "When I first heard about the incident on
the practice field and in the girls' locker room, and saw your arms rise as you stretched in
detention that day, I said to myself, I gotta get to know her."
     Vickie smiled and flexed a relaxed arm. "You mean because of these little ole things,
you wanted to get to know me?" Reilly didn't say a word, he just nodded again, watching her
large upper arm fill her sleeve.
     "I'd also like to," Reilly paused to clear his throat, "to test your feminine strength." Vickie
looked puzzled. "What I mean is, would you arm wrestle me?"
     Vickie laughed. "Even after what I did to whatzisname?" Reilly smiled and consented.
"Well, okay, but not up here," she said smiling. "We'll go down to my gym in the basement. I'll
clean up here," she added, "and you can go downstairs and pump up those arms of yours."
She kissed him on the cheek and started picking up. "The basement door's over there and 
the lights are at the base of the stairs."
     Reilly made his way down the basement stairs and flipped on the lights, "Oh my gawd...
wow!" He was fascinated by the amount of weights he found. He grabbed an old fashioned
dumbbell, like the type you'd find at a carnival side show. It was heavy and he could only do
several alternate arm curls.
     "Be very careful," came a warning voice, "those belonged to my great-grandmother."
     "Your, your great-grandmother?" Reilly asked as he put it down.
     "Yeah, she was a strongwoman in a carnival for years," Vickie explained. "Mom said
that my strength was handed down from her." Vickie began rolling up her sleeves a quarter of
the way. "Well, it's crude, but how do you like my gym?" Reilly didn't say much as his mind was
set on the muscular lass walking towards him.
     "I have an idea," she stopped in front of him. "Let's make this interesting," she said,
grabbing her front shirt tales. "If I win, you stay the night and swear to secrecy."
     "And if I win, Miss Cocky?" Reilly confidently asked.
     "You can blab to Katie about what you've seen here tonight. But you know what..."
Vickie paused long enough to square off her shoulders once more, took a deep breath, and
caused her large breasts to swell and burst several buttons on her shirt. She grabbed the open
space, pulling it open more, exposing her striated pectoral and deep cleavage. "...I've never
lost." She grabbed Reilly by the hands and put them on each of her mounds and squeezed
them tight, then kissed him. "Do we have an agreement?"
     Reilly just stood there for a minute before answering. Moving back, he flexed an arm.
He smiled as a rather large and fearsome looking biceps rose, nearly ripping the seam to his
sleeve, then looked at Vickie who was hot with passion. "All right," he said, "you're on." Then
he added, "I don't really care if those wimps ever find out about this."
     "One more thing, sweetie," Vickie said as they faced each other on the mat, "I like the
top," and extended her right arm at the elbow.
     "We can DO this!" Reilly answered back as he put out his left arm.
     As they lay on the mat, they grasped hands, but Vickie began to slowly move her hand
down his muscular forearm and up to his hard biceps, squeezing it like a schoolgirl. She then
reached over and gave him a light peck on the cheek. "That was for good luck," she
whispered. 
     "You're going to need it," then got back into her original position.
     Their hands tightly clasped, Reilly spoke up. "So no one can take advantage of the
other," Reilly confidently said, sure of the win, "we both count to three together, okay?"
     "Sure," Vickie answered, "we can DO this," and they both began to count.
     "One..." muscles began to tense, "...Two," eyes narrowed as they began concentrating,
locking hands turn into steel-like vises, "...THREE!" The contest begins as both parties seem to
be equally matched. Reilly was surprised at the stamina Vickie showed, but every now and
then he caught her looking at his upper arm, swelling more as he applied.
     "Hey," Vickie grunted, "You ARE as strong as you look," noticing that his bicep began
morphing from a round softball into a split mountain of carved muscle and veins, peaking
above his shoulder as he applied pressure.
     "Thanks," he replied, "you're not bad yourself," realizing that her arm barely twinged as
she held it. 'Man' he thought to himself, 'just how strong is she? Something better happen
soon, I'm starting to cramp.' Just then, her arm began to move down, backwards. As Reilly
poured on the strength, he spoke up confidently, "Looks like we might just have a 
winner, here."
     "Not quite," Vickie hissed, "watch this one." She stopped her arm just shy of hitting the
mat, and with a forward motion began inching Reilly's arm up. As this happened, Reilly heard a
noise and became aware of Vickie's perspiration drenched sleeve beginning to rip. It tore
neatly down to the elbow and stopped, showing off her well defined etched forearm. Then as
quickly as she started she stopped, and Reilly started moving again, but just as before, when
he had her arm almost pinned, she reversed the motion, and started it back on an upwards
trek. This time he noticed a bulge beginning to grow in her upper arm. As it grew, it 
not only took on size but definition. As this was happening, he glanced up at Vickie's face. Its
expression was one of determination and of immense anguish as tears began to form in her
eyes. "I... CAN... DO... THIS!" she shouted as her own gorged biceps erupted through the
cotton sleeve with a vein the size of a steel cord forcing its way to the surface, tearing the rest
of the flannel sleeve up to the shoulder, violently coercing forged striated muscles, veins, and
capillaries to surface. Then with one final burst of strength, Vickie took Reilly's arm 
and slammed it to the mat.
     Reilly quickly let go, rolled over on his back and sat up on his knees rubbing his sore
arm, "Vickie," he said excitedly as he turned to face her, "that was gr..." He stopped mid-word
and watched with apprehension as his opponent rose to her knees crying. "Vickie?" he asked,
worried that something had gone awry, "Are you okay?"
     Vickie looked at him and pushed him back. With all the strength she could muster, and
a look on her face of sheer will, Vickie brought her arms down parallel, and at the same time
flexed her biceps with all her might! The girl's biceps leapt up from her arms with such force,
that not only her other sleeve tore with a resounding rip, a loud groan came out of her mouth.
Two of the most fantastic female biceps anyone had ever seen were jutting from the tops of
her arms. They looked like twin curling stones, with half Ping-Pong balls on top!!! The veins
were bulging like large cords, with connecting smaller spider web like ones all across the huge
masses of unbelievable muscle!!! She held the flex so long that the veins in her neck bulged,
and her face was beet-red. Her chest became one huge set of muscle as her shirt relinquished
itself to an astonishing wall of abdominal muscle held in by Lycra-Spandex  tights. The
muscles are so thick and dense, that when she tried to catch her breath she popped the three
snaps, exposing them. Then she let out a huge breath, relaxed, and said, "I CAN - DO - THIS."
Her eyes were watering... she was crying, "There... There's my secret."
     Reilly moved over to her, hugged her (carefully), and gently put his hand under her
chin, raised it, and kissed her gently on the lips. "I don't care," he said quietly. "To Hell with all
the rumors."

     "Do you really mean that?" she sniffled, wiping away a tear. "You're not going to leave
and blab to anyone?"
     "No," he said tenderly as they both stood up. "Even if I won, I wouldn't have anyway."
Then he kissed her and the two kids walked upstairs.
     By the time they both had reached the top of the basement stairs, Vickie had managed
to stop crying and to tie a knot in her open shirt. "Look, Reilly," she sniffled, clearing her throat,
"After what just happened and what you just saw, you don't have to stay if you don't want to,"
and she cast her eyes downward sorrowfully. "Most kids don't like being around girls with
muscles," she sniffled again and flexed her full biceps.
     "It's fine," Reilly said softly, picking up her quivering chin. "Besides" he said taking a
step back, "these have gotten me into too much trouble." He began to flex his upper body
again, but this time his adrenaline gorged muscles ripped and expanded every seam on his
t-shirt sending material all over. His straining muscles began to stir something in Vickie. As she
watched him, her breathing became shallow and seductive. She pulled back her shirt a bit and
cupped one of her large breasts, rubbing it, causing her nipples to grow hard. As he took off 
the shredded t-shirt and relaxed his pump, he looked up and saw Vickie bringing her shirt over
her immense breast trying to hide her aroused nipple.
     "Reilly," she said enticingly, "I want you." She grabbed his body and shamelessly
brought him in close to hers and kissed him desirably. When they finally came up for air, she
put a finger to his lips and motioned him into the den. "You sit down, and I'll be right back," and
darted from the room.
     Reilly in the meantime noticed a pain in his right arm and spotted a bruise between his
biceps and triceps. 'Wow,' he thought, 'I really must've pulled something.' "Hey Vickie," he
called out, "do you happen to have..."
     "Have what?" Vickie said as she stood in the door of the den.
     "Wow!" Reilly looked up and saw her standing their in an extremely tight 
fitting lace teddy. "Oh no-nothing."
     "Well, like what you see?" she said as she walked over to him, her leg 
muscles erupting with power. "It's a little small but it still is comfortable, " she cooed, then
added with a giggle, "Would you believe it, I bought it at a "Victoria's Secret" a few years
back." She pulled him up into her own body and, as she wrapped his left arm around her 
thighs, she casually flexed her other arm, causing her bicep to grow  thick and vascular in front
of his face. "Go ahead, touch it," she tightened the muscle more, causing it to swell again,
"Feel it. Amazing, huh?"
     "Incredible!" Reilly dryly said as he caressed her bulging arm with one arm and
explored other parts of her body with the other. By this time, she began grinding herself in to
his already hardening crotch, as he now worked both hands up and over to her excited chest.
She thought she would climax then and there. She arched her massive back and asked,
"Could you rub my back for me?"
     All Reilly could say was 'sure,' and they walked into the guest bedroom where Vickie lay
on her stomach, showing off the mountains and valleys of her muscular backside. Laying there
for a couple of minutes, she got up on her forearms and twisted slightly, looking at Reilly.
"Well, come on, Studley, I don't bite..." she said as he straddled her middle back, "...much,"
she whispered.
     Reilly began to rub her massive shoulders and slowly worked his way down her back.
'My God,' he thought as his breath came out in shallow pants, 'her back is so thick and so
warm.' As he rubbed, he began to slowly move down her back until his hot crotch met her steel
hard but warm glutes.
     She then rolled over and smiled. "Mmmm, that felt so good," as she grabbed his hand
to her waiting breasts and began them rubbing. "But remember what I told you?" she asked as
she moved her hands up his thick arms and down his chest, undoing the jeans' rivet around
his waist and unzipping his pants down, unleashing his bulging member, then moved her
hands up again to his chest and pushed him over. "If I'd win, I'm on top." She began to kiss
him lightly. "I won, so I'm on top."
     Reilly just smiled and said, "I can do this."
     Later, Reilly was completely flabbergasted by Vickie's muscle control. He felt like a
ragdoll as she ground into him, pulling him as she rolled her hips. Right as he feels he's being
pulled apart at the seams, he nears his own climatic orgasm. He not only hears himself as he
climaxes, he hears her low growls as she reaches her own. "WE... CAN... DO... THIS!" Vickie
shouts, arching her back, causing her muscle control to go wild as her top splits all the way
open.
     As they both just lay there coming down from their high, Vickie reaches over her lover,
turns out the lights and snuggles close to him.

* * *

     Sunday, Reilly was up with the sun. He looked over at the sleeping Vickie, got up out of
bed, put on his pants and shoes, and grabbed his outer shirt. While putting it on, he bent over
and gave Vickie a peck on the cheek. She mumbled and rolled over and he left. As he quietly
closed the door and walked home, Reilly didn't know that he was seen by none 
other than Katie on her way to early church. She stopped, looked and smiled, continuing on
her way.

* * *

     Monday, newer and ruder rumors were flying all over school about what REALLY
happened at Vickie's house Saturday night. Reilly caught up with a very angry Vickie. "Vickie, I
swear," he pleads, "I didn't say anything to anybody, I left Sunday morning, got home,
showered, and went to work. Honestly!"
     "Well, someone saw you leave," she said quietly and crossly. "Unless," she cocked one
eyebrow and, smiling, walked over to Reilly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked.
Reilly responded with only a puzzled look. "No, I never did tell you about the visitor I had Friday 
night after the folks left, did I?"
     "Katie," Reilly said, exasperated. Clenching his fist, he angrily states, "When I get my
hands on her I'll..."
     "You'll do nothing of the sort," Vickie scolded, "I'll take care of it." She grins and flexes
her large mountain of muscle.
     "You're not... you're not gonna hurt her," Reilly said looking concerned
     "NO!" Vickie said. "Just relax and I'll take care of it. "This needs a woman's touch."
Vickie found out where Katie was and headed down the hall.
     All the buzzing in the gym stopped as Vickie, in a school gym suit, walked into class
late. Sr. Helen was not only the cheerleading coach but also on the coaching staff. "Well,
young lady, do you have an excuse?"
     "No, ma'am," Vickie grinned.
     "Uhhh... Huh," nodded the petite but rather athletic nun, more than a little cynical. "All
right, this is Play Day, girls. You can use anything in the gym or the weight room," she paused
and looked at Vickie. "And no trouble, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, LADIES"
     "YES, SISTER," the class shouted in unison.
     Vickie managed to sneak out and into the weight room where she spied her quandary
benching about 200 lbs. showing off in front of some lower classmen. "You know, girls, that
when you develop a body like this... Thirteen... Fourteeen... Fiffteeen... you..."
     "You what, Katie?" Vickie asks. "Girls, this demonstration of size is over." Gasps could
be heard as Vickie rolled up her sleeves and showed her large biceps and triceps. "I need to
talk to your 'instructor' in peace."
     When Katie heard this, he savagely grabbed the closest freshman and 
shouted, "Go get Sister Helen," as she nervously watched Vickie shoo out the rest of the girls.
"She's gonna kill me."
     "Yes, go get her," Vickie said as she unsnapped her jumper showing off her muscular
chest and deep intimidating cleavage, "And please, close the door."
     As the door closed, Katie turned anxiously towards Vickie. "Vickie," she squeaked.
"What's up?"
     "Oh nothing," Vickie said as she grabbed a dumbbell and started curling, her large arm
looking menacing, "but we need to talk," she said as she dropped the weight.
     A couple of minutes later, a concerned Sr. Helen came as Vickie was leaving the
weight room, "All right, young lady, I didn't hear any noise, what happened in there?"
     "Nothing, Sister," Vickie said innocently and opened the door. There was Katie sitting
quietly on the weight bench smiling, "Just a little friendly girl-to-girl stuff."
     Sister Helen walked into the weightroom. As Vickie was leaving for the locker room, she
was met by a very cross Reilly. "Reilly!" Vickie defensively said, "Nothing happened, honestly!"
     "Explain nothing," he retorted.
     "Well," Vickie started explaining "We sorta came to an agreement..."
     "And that was?" Reilly motioned to her to continue.
     "...And that was," Vickie paused, "that she'd stop all the vicious rumors, past, present,
and future, that's all," and she smiled.
     Reilly scratched his head, "OOOkiedokie." Then changing the subject, just slightly, he
said, "You'd better get changed. This is the last Monday of your detention, and you don't
wanna make Sister Whatzername mad." He started to laugh, "You might get detention."
     Vickie began laughing, "Okay, Stud, we can DO this," and left walked into the girls
locker room.

The End