She's Strong To Th' Finach
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A sexy cheerleader teaches her bullying boyfriend the error of his ways

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This is a commission story that I recently completed. The person who
commissioned it wanted me to do a spinach story. For an old Popeye fan like
me, the amazing thing is that it's taken me so long to do a story using
spinach! Anyway, here is the result. Let me know what you think. Send your
comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

You can also contact me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com if you like my writing
style and you would like to pay me to write a custom story for you.

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    As Julie Albright walked along the docks that April day the sky was
overcast and gray, and so was Julie's mood. She had a lot on her mind.
Mostly she was thinking about her relationship with Butch. Specifically she
was trying to decide whether or not to stay with him. Most of the other
cheerleaders at the university that Julie and Butch attended would think that
Julie was crazy for even considering leaving Butch.

    To be fair, Butch had a lot going for him. He was the star linebacker
and defensive captain of the college football team, and he was considered a
sure NFL draft pick next year after he graduated. He was ruggedly handsome,
drove a great car and seemed to really be in love with Julie.

    On the deficit, he was arrogant and seemed to enjoy acting like a
stereotypical crude jock in public. Then again, he had a lot to arrogant
about. Also, when he and Julie were alone, he toned done the jock persona,
and showed his more sweet and vulnerable side. Julie felt that she could
handle his public bravado as long as he was gentle and polite with her in
private. Still there was one thing about Butch that Julie hated....

    He was a bully. Even though he had never acted this way towards
Julie, she saw the way he picked on and humiliated guys who were smaller than
him at the slightest provocation. If some guy accidently bumped into Butch in
a crowded room or, God forbid, accidently stepped on his toe, Butch would
terrorize the person responsible and go out of his way to make whomever it was
look small and weak.

    An "Excuse me," or "Pardon me," was never good enough for Butch.

    He always had to come back with a "Why don't you watch where the fuck
you're going?" or something equally uncouth. If the offending party happened
to be a nerdish or weak looking male, Butch was always sure to call them
"Poindexter" or "Percy" adding insult to injury.

    As much as Julie wished she could overlook this flaw in her
boyfriend's personality, she simply could not ignore the fact that Butch
enjoyed humiliating and picking on weaker men. Considering the fact that
Butch was 6'8" and more than three hundred pounds of hard muscle, "weaker men"
meant just about every other man that Butch encountered. Julie had even seen
Butch reduce some of his fellow football players to tears with his bullying,
terrorizing ways.

    And if accidently bumping into Butch was enough to set him off, he was
even worse if he caught any other guy talking to Julie or even looking at her
in a way that he didn't like. These guys Butch didn't just humiliate; these
guys got their asses soundly kicked. Once when he and Julie were walking out
of the movies, one guy in a group of three whistled at Julie as they walked
by. Since none of the three would say which one actually did the whistling,
Butch put all three of them in the hospital.

   Julie tried to talk to Butch about his temper and his bullying ways.
She tried to explain that accidents happened and that it was idiotic to make a
big scene every time you got bumped by someone. Also, even if Butch
threatened to beat up every man on campus, that wasn't going to stop most men
and quite a few women from noticing how amazingly attractive Julie was. This
was not vanity on Julie's part; this is just the way it was.

    Julie was used to a lot of attention from men. She got used to it by
the time she was fifteen. Now that she was a twenty-one year old college
senior, it was old news to her that most men found her very, very attractive.
Why wouldn't they? Her 34-23-32 figure fit her 5'5", one hundred and four
pound body perfectly.

    Her firm, athletic body was tight and hard except for her soft, round,
perfect sized breasts. Her lustrous, wavy long brown hair brought out the
sparkle of her gorgeous blue eyes. And by far the most spectacular feature of
an already spectacularly attractive girl was her firm, round, hard, bubble
butt. No one could deny that Julie Albright had a world-class ass.

    Certainly Butch couldn't deny it which is probably what accounted for
his hair-trigger jealousy. Julie's magnificent ass was certainly the first
thing he noticed about her. The next was her dazzling, light-up-the-room
smile. Even though he had never admitted it to Julie, Butch considered her
ass his exclusive property. Julie, on the other hand, had other ideas.

    Julie had worked hard at fitness and gymnastics for years to develop
her beautiful ass, and she believed that such an exquisite work of art was
meant to be displayed. That's why she loved to wear yoga pants and short,
tight cutoff shorts in public as often as possible. She was proud of her
delicious derriere, and she loved to show it off.

    Unfortunately, Julie's desire to display her prime ASSet and the
reaction it usually got from men was the perfect storm when it came to setting
off Butch's temper. She didn't want to dump Butch, but she also was not
prepared to never talk to another man again. Nor was she prepared to hide her
fantastic fanny and give up the attention that she got for it.       


She tried to convince Butch to be kind and gentle - like he was with her in
private - but it didn't seem to do any good. If anything, things only seemed
to get worse over time.

    Julie as lost deep in thought when she heard a voice beside her say,
"Ekcuse me, Miss, but is ev'rything okay?" She looked over and saw an old
sailor leaning against a dock post and watching her as she walked by.

    "Y-yes, I'm fine," Julie answered, "Why do you ask?"

    "Well, Miss, if'n you don' mind me sayin', you looks like you gots a
lot on yer mind."

    "Well . . . that's true . . ." Julie admitted.

    "It ain't none of my bus'ness, o' course, but sometimes it helps ta
talks about it," the kind old sailor offered.

    "No offense, but you don't even know me. We're perfect strangers,"
Julie pointed out.

    The sailor blushed, "Shucks, Miss, I ain't a perfeck nothin', but it
seems to me that sometimes a stranger can be the best frien' a person can
have."

    Something about the old mariner made Julie trust him. It couldn't
have been his looks, because he was without a doubt one of the most
unattractive men Julie had ever laid eyes on. For one thing, he only had one
eye. Also, he had a chin so large that it would put Jay Leno to shame. He
was also an inch or two shorter than Julie's own 5'5" frame, and for the most
part, his body looked skinny and scrawny under the windbreaker jacket he was
wearing.

    Despite the sailor's lean physique, however, he seemed to radiate
strength. Julie could not help but notice his huge, oversized ham-like
fists. Also, even though it was impossible to know for sure underneath his
long sleeve jacket, the sailor seemed to have abnormally large and powerful
forearms.

    In addition to the strength the sailor seemed to radiate, he also
radiated kindness, integrity, understanding and a sort of simple wisdom. It
was combination of these qualities that made Julie open up to him. She told
him all about her dilemma with Butch, and she asked the kind old sailor what
she should do about it.

    "One thing I has to know firsk," the sailor began, "Duz ya loves him?"

    "I-I'm not sure," Julie answered, "I think maybe I do."

    "One thing I knows fer sure, an' it's this: Ya cans't exspecks the
ones ya loves ta be perfeck. Heaven knows me own sweetie ain't perfeck.
She's jealous an' fickle, an' her feets is too big! But blow me down if I
doesn't loves her jus' the same."

    "I don't expect Butch to be perfect," Julie explained, "But I also
don't know if I can live with a bully."

    "Tha's true too," the sailor agreed, "There ain't no livin' with a
bully!"

    Julie explained to the sailor that even though Butch's bulling ways
didn't seem to be improving, she still had hope for him. He had shown his
kinder, gentler side to her, and she still thought that perhaps she could get
through to him.

    "Love is a pow'rful force," the sailor agreed, "Sometimes it can works
mirackels."

    "That's what I think too!" Julie said. She was happy to get
affirmation from the wise old sailor.

    "But! Jus' in case," the one-eyed swabbie advised, "Take these seeds
and plants them somewheres safe."

    "What kind of seeds are they?" the pretty cheerleader asked.

    "They're a speskal blen' all me own," the sea dog explained, "Don'
worry none; you'll know whats to do with 'em when they sprouts!" Before Julie
could ask any more questions, the sailor said, "I gots to be runnin' along
now. My sweetie should be comin' along soon, an' she'd knock me out if she
saw me talkin' to a pretty young girl likes you. Blow me down if'n she
wouldn't!" With that, the sailor shuffled off.

    Julie smiled at the funny old timer, stuck the strange seeds in her
pocket and made her way home.

    Julie lived in a small rented house that she shared with two of her
fellow cheerleaders, Lotus and Chrissie. Her two housemates were just as
beautiful as Julie in different ways. Lotus was a petite Asian beauty, and
Chrissie is a tall, statuesque blonde.

    Even though Lotus and Chrissie got along very well, they were as
different as night and day.  Lotus was into reading, classical music and her
studies whereas Chrissie prided herself on being a wild party girl. Other
than their devotion to each other, the only thing the three housemates really
had in common was their dedication to fitness and cheerleading. They all had
tight, athletic bodies to show for it.

    When Julie got home from her walk, Lotus told her, "Mr. Wonderful
called when you were out." By "Mr. Wonderful" Lotus meant Butch, and she
meant it sarcastically. Of all her fellow cheerleaders, Lotus was the only
one who didn't think that Butch was a great catch. She was the only girl on
the squad that did not go for the athletic jock type that Butch epitomized.
She preferred the intellectual, sensitive type.

    "Thanks, Lo," Julie responded as she dialed Butch's number.

    Without even saying hello first, Butch asked Julie, "Where were you
when I called earlier?"

    "I went for a walk," Julie answered.

    "With who?" Butch asked.

    Rolling her eyes Julie answered, "I went for a walk by myself?"

    "Where?" Butch demanded.

    "Down by the docks."

    "By yourself? Why?" Butch asked.

    "I needed time to think," Julie explained.

    "Why didn't you take your cell with you?"

    "I wanted some time alone, and I didn't want to talk to anyone. Is
that so hard to understand?" Julie didn't bother to tell Butch about her
conversation with the old sailor. She knew that telling him that would only
lead to a fresh interrogation, and she simply wasn't in the mood. She even
thought that Butch might go down to the docks and try to find the one-eyed
sailor and pick a fight.

    After going back and forth with Butch for several minutes, Julie
finally said, "Look, Butch, I'm a full grown woman, and I can go for a walk
without my cell phone if I want. You don't own me you know!"

    After several seconds Butch quietly said, "I-I know, Baby, it's
just.... It's just that I get so worried when I can't reach you ...."

    He sounded so sweet and vulnerable that Julie's heart melted a
little. "I know, Sweetie, and I'm sorry." Silently Julie kicked herself for
apologizing when she knew that she had done nothing wrong. However, she did
seize this opportunity to tell Butch the things that were on her mind. She
explained to him that she was very troubled and upset with the way he picked
on those smaller than him.

    After talking things over for almost an hour, Butch promised that he
would try to do better in the future. Then he and Julie made plans to get
together the next day. It was supposed to be an unseasonably warm and sunny
day so they made plans to meet at the beach. This especially pleased Julie
since she had a new string bikini she wanted to try out.

    As she was getting undressed for bed that night, Julie found the seeds
that the old sailor had given her. She stood there looking at them for
several seconds wondering what she should do with them. Planting strange
seeds given to her by someone she didn't really know was very out of character
for Julie. Still ... there was something very compelling about the kindly old
stranger.

    Finally, Julie decided, "What the hell; it couldn't hurt to at least
find out what kind of seeds they are." She went to the little flower box
hanging outside the kitchen window of the rented house and spent a few minutes
loosening the soil that was there. Then she planted several of the seeds and
watered them.

    The next morning when she woke up, she went to the kitchen and looked
at the flower box where she had planted the seeds the night before. Much to
her surprise, they had already sprouted!

    "It's spinach!" she said in shock. "I wonder why a one-eyed sailor
would give me spinach seeds...."

    Julie pondered this bizarre chain of events as she cracked an egg she
intended to scramble for breakfast. Eggs are an excellent source of protein,
and Julie needed plenty of protein to keep up her active lifestyle. As Julie
stirred up the egg, she started looking around for something nonfattening to
mix into it to give it some added flavor.

    Then it hit her. Julie went back to the window box and picked off
several spinach leaves to chop up and mix into her scrambled egg. Once the
idea to eat some of the spinach occurred to her, it was almost like she
couldn't control herself. She ended up picking more spinach than she
intended, and her breakfast eventually turned into spinach with egg rather
than egg with spinach.

    Whatever it was that Julie had for breakfast, she couldn't remember a
time when she felt more energized or invigorated. After breakfast, Julie felt
healthier and stronger than she had ever felt in her life! She quickly got
into her new bikini and put one of Butch's oversized shirts that he'd left at
her place over it and left to meet her boyfriend at the beach.

    When she got to the beach she was happy to see that Butch had already
set up a little spot for them complete with towels, beach chairs and a big
beach umbrella. "He really can be sweet sometimes," she thought to herself as
she walked up to him.

    "Hey, Sweetie," she said as she stood up on her tip toes to give her
tall boyfriend a kiss.

    "Hi, Baby," Butch returned. Looking down he asked, "Geez, Baby,
what's up with your forearms?"

    "What do you mean?" Julie asked until she looked down and said, "Oh!"
Her forearms were exposed because she had rolled up the sleeves of the shirt
she was wearing over her bikini up to her elbows. They looked swollen and
muscular - much more so than her toned, strong body usually looked. At first
she thought that maybe she'd had some kind of allergic reaction to the strange
spinach she eaten that morning.

    An allergic reaction didn't seem plausible though since she'd never
shown any signs of being allergic to spinach before. "I guess this is just
the result of all those extra workouts I've been doing lately," she concluded
as she admired her strong powerful looking arms.

    "Well cut it out," Butch joked, "I don't want a girlfriend who can
kick my ass!"

    Julie's forearms were so brawny that she had a hard time getting the
sleeves of Butch's oversized shirt over them without tearing the fabric. Just
as she fully removed the shirt from her luscious bikini-clad body, a young man
passing by stopped dead in his tracks took one obvious look at Julie's
spectacular ass and said in a little too loud a voice, "Damn!"

    Julie took a quick look at Butch who was already turning fire truck
red. "What are you looking at?" Butch asked the young man who was clearly
ogling his girlfriend's ass.

    "What do you think I'm looking at?" the young man asked not bothering
to take his eyes off Julie long enough to look at who was asking him this
question. When he did look at Butch, his manner changed. "Uh, well, you have
to admit, brother, that someone who looks that good is hard to ignore," he
said as a way to explain his behavior.

    "I'm not your 'brother', Chump!" was Butch's terse response, "Now stop
staring at my girlfriend's ass before I pound you into the sand!"

    Julie put herself between Butch and the young man and said, "Butch,
you promised to stop this kind of behavior!"

    "I know, Baby, but this chump is asking for it."

    The chump spoke up. "Look, friend, I meant no offense," he said, "I
was just caught off guard by your beautiful girlfriend. My name is Jerry, and
if I offended either of you, I'm sorry." Then Jerry extended his hand for
Butch to shake.

   "Butch, please shake hands with the polite boy," Julie requested of her
reluctant boyfriend. Butch smiled inwardly as he decided to take advantage of
the weaker boy. He did shake hands with Jerry, but he applied just enough
excess pressure to Jerry's hand to cause the other boy pain and to let him
know to keep away from Julie.

    Shaking his hand in pain, Jerry walked away.

    About an hour later, Julie went over to the beach concession stand to
buy cold drinks for Butch and herself when she ran into Jerry again.

    "I'm sorry about before," she told the handsome young man. "By the
way, I'm Julie.'

    "Oh, that's all right, Julie; if I was lucky enough to have a
girlfriend as pretty as you I'd probably be jealous too," he said.

    Julie put her hands behind her back and one foot slightly in front of
the other. She lowered her head a little, looked upwards toward Jerry with
her big blue eyes and swayed her shoulders back and forth in an expertly
flirtatious way. "Do you really think I'm that pretty?" she asked. She knew
good and well that she really was "that pretty", but she liked to hear it as
often as possible just the same.

    "Well...yeah," was all the suddenly tongue-tied young man could say.
Julie looked closely at Jerry for the first time. Though not as tall as
Butch, at 6'2", he was tall just the same. He has long bushy blonde hair and
clear blue eyes. He had a lean, athletic looking body - not the bulging
muscles of someone like Butch but more like a male dancer's body. He had a
delicate yet masculine handsome face.

    Suddenly it occurred to Julie that if Jerry was going to keep that
gorgeous face, she'd better cut off her conversation with him before Butch
noticed. Fearing what Butch might do to him, she abruptly ended her
conversation with Jerry, and ordered two cold drinks from the concession
stand.

    As she made her way back to Butch, she grew more and more upset with
the fact that she couldn't even talk to a handsome pleasant boy like Jerry
just because of her fear of how Butch might take it. That's why she was
definitely not in the mood when she got back to her and Butch's spot and the
first thing he said to her was, "I saw you taking to that Jerry guy! What's
going on between the two of you?"

    "If you must know, I was apologizing for your earlier crude behavior!"

    "Apologizing? That wimp is lucky I didn't kick his scrawny ass
before."

    "Butch, you leave Jerry alone," Julie protested, "He's just a nice,
polite, handsome boy!" Seeing the look on Butch's face, Julie realized that
she might have gone too far when she called Jerry "handsome".

    Butch and Julie argued for the next several minutes. Julie could see
that Butch was getting more and more angry by the second, and to tell the
truth, she was getting pretty darn mad herself.

    Just then, as cruel, unforgiving fate would have it, Jerry was chasing
a frisbee thrown by a friend of his. Not looking where he was going, he ran
smack dab into Butch. When Butch turned around and saw that it was Jerry, the
look in his eye told Julie everything she needed to know. She'd seen that
look before. She knew that if she didn't intervene quickly that Jerry would
be spending the next several days in the hospital.

    Julie jumped in front of Butch and said, "Don't do it, Butch, I'm
warning you!"

    "Warning me? Warning me? Who the fuck do you think you are to be
warning me?" Butch had never talked to Julie like this before. Her shock was
clearly written across her face.

    "That's right, Honey. I said it! Who the fuck do you think you are to
tell me how to act all the time? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I
wouldn't act the way I do if you didn't dress the way you did all the time?"

    "What's wrong with the way I dress?" Julie asked, her anger rising.
By this time a small crowd had gathered, and it didn't help Butch's mood any
when he heard several men in the crowd expressing admiration at the skimpy
bikini that Julie was currently wearing.

    "You dress like a slut half the time with your ass on display for
everyone to see!"

    Julie couldn't exactly deny this so she countered with "What's wrong
with my ass?" and she gave it a little shake. Several men in the crowd
shouted "Nothing!" and "Not a thing, Honey!" Jerry wisely kept his mouth
shut.

    "That's what I'm talking about!" said the now enraged Butch, "That ass
belongs to ME, and I want you to quit showing it off to the rest of the
world!" So now it was out; Butch's true feeling were revealed.

    All Julie could manage to sputter out was "I can't believe . . . I
just can't believe you . . . ."

    "Well, believe it, Bitch!" Butch shouted.

    Julie's eyes grew cold. "Be careful, Butch, I'm warning you . . . ."

    "What? What are you going to do about it?" As Butch asked her this,
he reached out and gave her a little shove to exert his dominance over her.
Butch wanted everyone present to see that this woman belonged to him. The
only person in the stunned crowd to step forward was Jerry.

    "Hey, Butch! That's not cool to put your hands on a woman like that,"
the brave but entirely outmatched boy protested.

    "Yeah, well, don't think I've forgotten about you either, wimp! As
soon as I get this bitch in line, I'm going to make you wish you'd stayed home
today."

    At this point, Julie had seen and heard enough. "You're not going to
lay a finger on him, Butch, and do you know why?"

    "No, tell me!" the young giant said sarcastically.

    "Because of this!" As Julie spoke, she surprised everyone including
herself when she reached up and punched Butch with an uppercut to the chin.
Even more surprising was the fact that her punch sent Butch flying into the
air in an arc completely over the crowd. The sturdy, muscle-bound athlete
landed in the sand at least twenty feet away and unconscious!

    Julie ran over to her knocked out boyfriend and knelt beside him. She
placed his head in her lap and said, "Butch, Butch! Speak to me, Baby." The
thing that amazed Julie so much about Butch's current condition was that she
didn't think she'd hit him all that hard.

    Just then, she heard someone yell, "Shark! Shark in the water!" As
one, everyone on the beach (except for the unconscious Butch) turned their
collective eyes towards the water. Sure enough, about twenty feet into the
surf there was a large dorsal fin heading straight towards a little girl on a
pink inflatable float!

    Julie heard somebody shout, "Somebody do something!", and
instinctively she knew that she was the only person present who was equipped
to handle the situation. Without conscious thought, she ran towards the water
and threw herself headlong into the waves.

    The crowded beach held its collective breath as Julie disappeared
underwater. Even though Julie was travelling at a speed that most would
consider beyond the limits of human capability, the shark's fin was quickly
closing in the little girl and her float. The huge head of the great white
shark rose out of the water. Its many rows of teeth were clearly visible as
the monstrous leviathan was mere inches from making a meal out of the innocent
child.

    Suddenly, a powerful looking forearm broke the surface of the water
from below and pulled the shark by the tail below the waves. The people on
the beach could see that some kind of terrible struggle was going on beneath
the surface of the water. The struggle ended with the shark flying a full
thirty feet though the air and landing stone cold dead on the beach.

    Once again, as one, the crowd on the beach looked down at the dead
shark then out towards the water. They saw Julie calmly carrying the unharmed
child in one arm up to shore saying "There, there, Honey, that mean old fish
won't bother you anymore." With her other arm, she towed in the child's
inflatable raft.

    Spontaneously, the crowd on the beach broke out in applause for the
beautiful super strong girl in their midst. Julie walked up to the shark that
she had punched all the way to shore. The great fish was fifteen feet long if
it was an inch and weighed close to a ton.

    Responding to the applause, Julie went up to the immense beast and put
her right foot on top of it. She then lifted her right arm and flexed her
bicep. A gasp went through the crowd when Julie's bicep exploded and grew to
the size of a sixteen pound bowling ball!

    Jerry walked up to Julie and said, "My God - or should I say Goddess!
That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen, Julie! You're like . . . like
a superhero or something!"

    "Thanks," Julie said to the boy that she was beginning to regard as a
friend. Then she looked around and asked, "Where's Butch?"

    Jerry answered, "He left just after you jumped into the water."

    "Left? Without me?" Julie asked.

    "Well, yeah," Jerry explained, "I heard him mutter something, and then
he stormed off."

    "What did he mutter?" asked Julie.

    "I'd rather not say," Jerry answered.

    "If you tell me what he said, I'll let you touch my muscle," Julie
said. She could tell by his lust-filled eyes that Jerry was captivated by
Julie's awesome strength and power.

    Considering the carrot that Julie dangled in front of him, Jerry could
not report what Butch muttered fast enough.
"He-said,-'I'll-show-that-bitch-what's-what,'" Jerry said almost too fast to
be understood.

    "You're sweet," Julie said as she gently caressed the side of Jerry's
face with her hand. Then, as promised, she let Jerry touch her muscle. In
fact, she let Jerry squeeze and fondle her muscle for several seconds before
pulling away. It made Julie smile to herself when she realized that she
enjoyed the experience almost as much as Jerry did.

    Julie tried calling Butch's telephone, but he would not answer so she
decided to go to his house. Like Julie, Butch lived off campus in a rented
house that he shared with two other football players. As she drove to his
house, Julie decided to stop off at her house to pick up a few extra spinach
leaves. By now she had figured out that the spinach given to her by the
one-eyed sailor was the source of her remarkable strength, and she thought
that she might need all the strength she could get.

    When Julie walked into the kitchen of her house, she saw Chrissie
sitting at the table eating a salad for lunch. The tall, beautiful blonde
looked at Julie and said, "What's up, roomie?"

    "Nothing," Julie answered, "I'm just fighting with Butch again."

    "So what else is new?" asked Chrissie. "Listen, Julie, I understand
why you go out with Butch. He's a great big handsome hunk of man, and he
drives a great car. BUT! If he doesn't make you happy, maybe it's time for
you to kick him to the curb. Life is too short to waste on any man who isn't
making you one hundred percent happy."

    "Wow!" Julie looked at Chrissie with a stunned expression. "That's
actually pretty good advice," she said to her party girl housemate.

    "Besides, if you dump Butch, that would give some of the rest of us a
crack at him," Chrissie explained.

    "And there's the Chrissie I know," said Julie with an indulgent smile.

    "What can I say?" Chrissie asked. "I'm a badass through-and-through."

    Rolling her eyes, Julie went to the window box to check out her
spinach supply. She was stunned to see that the box was even more full of
spinach than it had been the morning. Even the plants that she had picked
leaves off earlier that morning had grown new fresh leaves to replace them.

    Without telling Chrissie what she needed the spinach for, Julie picked
several fresh leaves and placed them in a small Tupperware container. Then,
without even taking the time to change out of her string bikini, she told
Chrissie, "I'm going over to Butch's to have a little 'chat' with him."

    "Good luck!" Chrissie called after her.

    As she drove to Butch's place she munched on the newly picked spinach
leaves.

    When she got to the house that Butch rented, his two housemates were
outside waiting for her as if they were guarding the door. Though they
weren't as large as Butch, Aaron and Gerhardt were still formidable human
obstacles who each weighed in excess of two hundred and eighty pounds.

    "He doesn't want to see you," Aaron said as he tried to block Julie's
path. Without even breaking stride, Julie lifted the large man into the air
and threw him into a nearby three.

    Then Julie looked at Gerhardt and asked, "Do you have anything to say
to me?"

    "N-not a t-t-thing," the gridiron warrior sputtered as he stepped
aside.

    Julie knocked on the heavy door of the house. "Open up, Butch, I know
you're in there!" she shouted.

    "G-g-go away," the terrified bully shouted back, "I don't want to
t-talk right now."

    "Open this door or I'll knock it down," Julie shouted. Butch wasn't
worried because he knew something that Julie didn't. He knew that the owner
of this house had rented to football players before. He knew how rough
football players could be on front doors after they'd had a few beers. After
having to replace the front door on this house for the third time, the
homeowner went to the trouble and expense of having a special steel and
concrete reinforced front door installed.

    When the homeowner told Butch and his housemates this, they considered
it a challenge. They tried every way possible short of hitting the door with
one of their cars to knock it down. They tried both individually and
collectively, and they had not put so much as a scratch in it. So, Butch was
so sure that there was nothing Julie could do that he yelled, "Ha! You can't
knock this door down!"

    He was QUITE sure he was right until -

    CRASH! The door came flying at him so fast that he had to dive to one
side to keep from being hit by it.

    "Butch, we need to talk," Julie said calmly.

    "S-sure, B-b-baby, anything you say," Butch agreed.

    "From now on, things are going to be different between us," Julie
explained.

    "Yes, of course," Butch said, "I can see that." Then he thought for a
few seconds and asked, "Different how?"

    "For one thing," Julie began, "I want you to stop picking on people
weaker than you. As you can plainly see, I'm stronger than you now, and I
insist that you stop being a bully." When Butch seemed to hesitate for a few
seconds Julie asked, "You do admit that I'm stronger than you, RIGHT?"

    "Yes, Julie, of course!" Butch could not acquiesce to his vastly
superior girlfriend quickly enough.

    "And you do agree to stop acting like a bully and beating up men who
are smaller than you?"

    "Yes, Julie."

    Just then, several cars pulled into Butch's driveway, and four or five
college football players came pouring out of each of them. In less than a
minute, there were over twenty large, mean looking brutes in Butch's front
yard. Each one of them looked like they were ready to throw down.

    When Julie turned around to see what all the commotion was about,
Butch ran past her and joined his teammates. "Now you've had it, Bitch! I
don't care how strong you are, there's no way you can take on all of us."

    Julie smiled at her foolish boyfriend. "You wouldn't want to make a
bet on that would you, Butchie-boy?" Then Julie flexed both her biceps. The
football players' eyes grew wide as once again Julie's biceps grew to the size
of bowling balls and then even larger to the size of basketballs. But no
basketballs were ever as solid or as sexy as Julie's amazing muscles were.

    Then, something even more incredible happened. As they watched,
Julie's huge biceps began to change shape until for a second or two they
assumed the shape of two big anvils made of flesh on her arms. There were
some in the crowd that day that still swear that before her muscles returned
to their normal shapes, they heard the sound of hammers banging on steel
somewhere in the distance.

    For about half the football players, this was enough to strike terror
in their hearts. Some simply took off running as fast as they could in the
opposite direction. A few panicked and irrationally ran over and climbed up
in the tree that Aaron still occupied.

    The ones that stood their ground wished they hadn't. Before they
could so much as beg Julie not to hurt them, she tore into them like a buzz
saw. Most of them were airborne before they knew it. All of them were
unconscious before they hit the ground.

    Looking around the yard at the scattered sleeping bodies Julie noticed
that Butch was not among them. She looked over when she heard the car door
slam just in time to see Butch starting up his Corvette Stingray. This was
Butch's "great car". It had been given to him by a grateful alumnus, and it
was Butch's pride and joy. He always made a point of telling people that his
'Vette could accelerate from zero to sixty in 3.8 seconds. Now was the time
to put it to the test.

    By the time Julie reacted, Butch had driven the car through his front
yard and pulled out into the street. Then his foot hit the floor, and he was
off. Undaunted, Julie took off after the sports car on foot.

    Butch began to scream in terror like a little girl when he saw in the
rearview mirror that not only was Julie chasing him, but that she was gaining
on him! Her image in his mirror grew larger and larger until all of a sudden
he felt his car slowing down.

    Julie had caught up to the speeding vehicle and grabbed the back
bumper. She lifted the rear wheels off the pavement and was gradually
bringing the car to a halt. She understood the laws of physics well enough to
know that if she brought the car to an abrupt halt, Butch would most likely
fly through the windshield to his death.

    Once the car was completely stopped Julie ordered Butch to get out.
When he was out of the car Julie said to him, "Butch, you understand that I'm
going to have to punish you for what you did here today, right?"

    "Yes, Julie," the beaten, sobbing man replied. "Only, please, don't
hit me," he begged.

    "Oh, I'm not going to hit you,' she said, "That would only make me a
bully like you. No, I'm going to punish you so that you'll never forget it."

    "What do you mean?" Butch asked.

    Julie smiled devilishly. "What do you love more than anything in this
world - even more than my delicious ass?" she asked.

    Butch thought for a few seconds and said, "No, Julie, not that! Not
my 'Vette! I promise that I'll never bully anyone ever again, and I promise
I'll be the best boyfriend ever, only, please, don't hurt my car."

    "First of all, I know you'll never bully anyone ever again, because
you know that I'll be watching and listening around, and if I ever see or hear
ANYTHING about you picking on ANYONE EVER AGAIN, I'll be there to make you
wish you'd never been born. IS THAT CLEAR?"

    The huge football player fell to his knees. "Yes, Julie, yes!
Please, don't hit me again like you did at the beach. I'm sorry. I'll be a
good boyfriend from now on."

    "Boyfriend?" Julie asked.

    "Yes, Baby, from now on I'll be the best boyfriend any girl ever had."

    "Let's see, Butch, you called me a bitch several times today. You
said I dressed like a slut. You pushed me. You called up over twenty of your
friends to come to your house and beat me up, and you ran away like a coward
and let them take the punishment when they couldn't do it. What make you
think I want a weasel like you for a boyfriend?"

    "Y-you mean . . ?"

    "That's right, Butch," Julie said. She turned to let him have one
more look at her incredible ass. "You'll never get the chance to kiss and
lick my sweet ass again."

    "No, Julie, please, don't break up with me. Anything but that," Butch
begged.

    "Sorry, Butchie-boy," Julie said, "Now let's get this over with. I
want to get back to the beach to see if there's still time to hook up with
Jerry."

    After saying this, Julie strolled over to Butch's prized car and
grabbed the front end. With considerable strain and effort, she began to
squeeze. Slowly, painfully, the metal began to groan, whine and give way.
Before walking away, Julie had managed to crunch in the front end of Butch's
car so that it looked like an accordion.

    She left Butch crying in the middle of the street kneeling next to his
totaled car.

    Julie walked back to Butch's house to make sure that none of his
teammates were seriously injured. She assured the ones still cowering in the
tree that it was okay to come down.

    After that, Julie got back in her car and drove down to the beach to
look for Jerry. She wanted to feel his tender touch on her oversized muscles
again. After a few hours she gave up her search. She wasn't too worried
however. She had a strong feeling that she would be running into him again
soon.

    As Julie, drove home, she thought about what a strange day she'd had.
She also thought about what she should do about her newfound strength and the
spinach that was apparently responsible for it. She decided that it would be
a terrible thing for the spinach to fall into the wrong hands. Therefore, she
resolved to keep it her own little secret for the time being.

    When she walked into her house, the first thing she noticed was
Chrissie sitting in one of the big chairs in the living room. There were two
members of the men's basketball team lying naked on the floor unconscious at
her feet. Also, there was something . . . different about Chrissie.

    "What's up with that spinach growing in the flower box outside the
kitchen window?" Chrissie asked.

    "Why do you ask?"

    "Because after you left to go talk to Butch I picked few leaves and
mixed them in with my salad." It was then that Julie realized what was
different about Chrissie. Her forearms were much bigger!

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