“That’s ridiculous.”
“No it’s not.”
Mark shook his head. “Sure, there are some females who are stronger than some males, but it’s never going to be true as a general rule. Even if girls work out, they start out smaller and they don't develop muscle as quickly or as much as guys.”
“Really? Like as much as you?”
“Sure! You were bigger than me, and maybe a little stronger for awhile, but only because you reached puberty first. You ...” Mark paused, noticing Alex’s chest seemed even larger than before. He stared, turned away and cleared his throat. “You haven't been bigger or stronger than me since, and I'm not even the strongest guy around.”
“You think your being stronger than me proves your point. Are you sure you are?”
“Of course I am!”
Alex smiled. It was time. “And you like it like that?”
“Huh?” Mark stopped short. She couldn't know about his ’interest’, unless it was something she knew from that summer. “Why should it matter to me?”
“I mean, how would it make you feel if I had bigger muscles than you and were a lot stronger?”
“I don't know what you're getting at,” Mark said cautiously. “You don’t, you’re not, and that’s that.” The conversation was stupid, and Alex was more than a bit ’off’, but still it was starting to turn him on. He shifted his legs uncomfortably. He’d better get out of there.
“I think we should compare,” she said. “You do your arm muscle first.”
He looked at her chest again. It seemed even bigger. Again. Thoughts about Pam were quickly receding in his mind. There were far worse things he could be doing than comparing body parts with this over-endowed girl. “My biceps? That’s ... well why not?” he lifted his arm. It looked strangely small and thin. He made a fist and tightened it. Not very much happened. He tensed harder, and there was a movement along his forearm and a small rise in his upper arm, like before puberty, a boy’s muscle, not a man’s. He pushed harder and it rose a tiny bit more, but there was no ball of muscle, no biceps pop. “Huh? What the fuck!”
Alex reached out, tentatively, and ran her finger along his upper arm. She said, “That's kind of a small muscle, Mark. You haven't really developed very much. I guess that’s why you're a runner, huh?” She thought, ’Okay, ring, stop changing him, but I want to keep growing.’
Mark tried to pull away, but Alex closed her fingers around his upper arm and held him in place. For the first time, unusually for Mark, he noticed her thick arm instead of just her breasts. His eyes froze, and she saw it. She turned her wrist, so that her biceps faced upwards showing the clear outline of a heavily developed muscle. His eyes goggled at the size, so distracting him that his resistance, limited as it was, ceased.
Alex’s heart soared. How he noticed! It sent an electric current of pleasure through her body. This was what she’d always wanted. Now she wanted a lot more.
“See? This is what I was talking about. Look how much bigger my muscle is than yours. This is what a girl’s body should be like, with big, powerful muscles, muscles that make me stronger than you, Mark. Much stronger than you.”
“You can't be!” He looked anxiously at her bulging muscle, then at his smaller arm, and then back at hers.
“Oh, I am. You can flex your muscle all you want but no matter what you do it’s still going to be a lot smaller than mine.”
Mark stared at her arm in disbelief. Alex can’t have muscles like these. Not Alex! Less than an hour ago he had been more powerful than Superman, then he lost all his powers, and now his muscles had shrunk too, and Alex -- plain Alexandra York -- not only had the most overdeveloped figure on campus, but she also had muscles that put his to shame! And, compounding his shame, he was so turned on that each tiny movement sent paroxysms of pain through his groin. He could never let Alex know. She’d OWN him!
“So, come on Mark, tell me how you feel about it. If your muscle’s so much smaller than mine, I’ve got to be the stronger one? Right?” She stretched out her arm, placing her upper arm just below his chin. “Do you really think YOUR lil’ muscle is stronger than THIS?” She closed her fist and her muscle bunched higher and then she slowly brought her fist up, making her muscle bulge more and more, all the while thinking, ’Ring, make my muscles even bigger. Bigger. Bigger, yeah, and harder and stronger! Yeah, good. Big enough. For now.’ Mark’s gasp was the sweetest sound she had ever heard. His face flushed and his lips trembled.
“That’s impossible. That can't be real,” he said, his voice hoarse, his eyes trying to take it all in. No! NO!!
He stood up shakily. She stood up too, rising more than a head taller than he, so that he was looking only into her chest, the distorted letters of “girls” mocking him. She raised her other arm and flexed both biceps. Her round muscles soared above the lines of her arms, and her chest expanded, creating deep stress lines in the light cotton of her tee. Mark’s erection strained against his pants as his eyes shifted from biceps to biceps, as they seemed to grow more each time he saw them.
“I’m so proud of them. Just imagine how strong they are. How strong I am!”
Mark was shaking his head, muttering as if to himself. “No, no, no, no. Something’s wrong here. I’m not smaller than Alex. I can't be this weak, and she can't be this strong.”
“Hey, Mark! If you don't believe it, try to lift me. See for yourself.”
In a daze, Mark put his arms around Alex, just below her chest and was barely able to close them to lock his hands. As hard as he tried he could do no more than press against her thick musculature, compressing and raising her breasts slightly but leaving the rest of her body in place. After 30 seconds he let out an exhausted “Oomph!”
While he strained, Alex could feel Mark’s tool push against her upper thigh. She wanted to tear his clothes off and ravage him right then. But it wasn't time. Not yet.
Once his effort flagged, she put her hand under his butt, raised him cleanly in the air, and held him out in front of her with one arm. “There you go! It’s so easy when you’re strong, like me!” Startled, he waved his arms, and she put a firm, steadying hand on his bony chest. “Don't worry, Mark, I wouldn’t ever let you go!” She raised him higher, so he was level with her head. “Is that better? Isn't this fun?” she said, stroking his chest lightly. “You can’t lift me even an inch, but see what I can do with you!”
“No! Put me down!” he ordered, trying to pull her hand off him.
She let him try pull on her arm while she inched her way down his torso and said excitedly, “You can’t stop me! You’re not strong enough, not in a million years! Besides, we both know you don't really WANT to! You LOVE the way I can overPOWER you so EASILY!.” Her hand was on the edge of the waist of his shorts. In that position, his erection was clearly apparent. The tips of her fingers stopped just shy of touching it.
Mark was breathing hard. “What are you doing? What are you talking about?! Stop that! Put me down!”
“You don't REALLY want that. I may not be experienced. I'm still a virgin. But I know what THIS means!” She extended her forefinger so that it hovered just above his throbbing penis. She moved her finger back and forth over it, teasing but not touching it. “It means YOU’RE TURNED ON, and it has to have SOMETHING to do with my super, big, hard biceps that I keep flexing for you! Admit it! My muscles being so much bigger than yours drives you wild!”
“No! Where did you get such a crazy idea? Put me down!”
Alex looked surprised. “But I'm making it all real for you. Why won’t you admit it’s what you wanted?” She paused, confused and then her face lit up with a flash of understanding. “Oh, I get it. This is part of your thing!”
“What thing? What are you talking about?”
“Your not admitting it is telling me it’s exactly what you want! In fact you want me to
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