This story is dedicated to a MAK’s Forum member we havn’t heard from in some time. Jenn was a large, but strong lady who was working out to get even stronger and leaner. I wrote this several years ago for her as an encouragement to keep working at her goals. Have not heard from her in some time, but hope she is still training and that you enjoy the fantasy.

 

 

Paid in Full

By Milton

 

 

The noise of traffic and construction outside dropped dramatically as the heavy door of the tavern swung shut behind her. Jenn looked around as the cool air from the air conditioner wrapped around her. At the bar, Donny, the bartender, looked up from his magazine and smiled. "Hi Jenn”. “The usual?"

 

“Please Donny." Jenn replied as she moved to a table near one end of the bar. Two guys at a booth on the far side of the room looked up. An odd couple they made. Bill was about 270 LB's and 6 ft. 4 inches. The personification of what he really was, a fullback on the local NFL team. His friend Chinn was about 5 ft. 9 inches and maybe 150 lbs.... with his pockets full of rocks! He looked more like a distance runner. He wasn't.

 

Jenn acknowledged them with a smile as she sat down. She wasn't a small woman, about 5 ft 7 inches and 230 lbs, and the chair made a little protesting creak as she settled into it. "Thanks Donny" she said, as he set the teacup, saucer, hot water and tea bag down in front of her. Jenn didn't drink alcohol any more. She had given that up a year ago along with some other things. But she often hung out with some of her friends here in the tavern who did. And she did like her Earl Gray tea, served with just a bit of lemon. Especially, like now, after finishing an hour workout and 30 minutes on the treadmill at the gym just down the block. It was a great way to relax a bit and cool down before the drive home.

 

She looked at her reflection in the big mirror behind the bar. "Still some work to do" she thought.. But quite a change from the first time she had seen that reflection here. That had been almost a year ago and she had been 320 lbs then. The chair had protested so seriously then that she had quietly moved to a booth. She had stopped doing that several months ago. Dramatic changes had taken place in her reflection since that first visit. Mainly it was not as wide, but there were other changes too if you looked closely.

 

A blast of noise from the street signaled that the tavern had some new customers, and Jenn looked up at the mirror which also reflected the entrance door behind her. Three guys entered and looked around. From their attire, they were probably construction workers from the high rise going up across the street. A big burly guy and two smaller men, they took a table just behind Jenn. Donny went over and took their orders for beers. "Start a tab." the larger man said handing Donny his credit card. As he passed her on the way back Donny winked and gave her a raised eyebrow questioning look. Jenn just smiled back and continued to sip her tea.

 

A few minutes passed and Jenn continued to sip her tea and stare at her reflection in the mirror as she thought about her day. "Not bad for one day." she thought. A promotion at work and a killer workout at the gym. Even a couple new personal bests! The first time she had curled a 100 lb. barbell for 10 perfect reps. Things had gotten real quiet in the gym when she did that! And 30 non-stop minutes on the treadmill set a notch higher that she had ever tried before!

 

Her reverie was broken by a commotion behind her. In the mirror she could see the men rearranging the chairs around the table. One of the smaller men had moved opposite the bigger guy. "I'll say this, you're a brave little fucker" the big man said as he put his elbow up on the table. "But you should pick on someone your own size." The other man just put his arm up too and gripped the big guys hand. They were going to armwrestle! Jenn watched in the mirror as the third guy said "ready, set, go". Three or four seconds later, the thud of a hand hitting the table top signaled the end of the match as the big guy easily prevailed. "Dammit" the smaller guy said, as he got up and exchanged places with the third man. Now the second man counted down, but the outcome only took a few more seconds. "Shit" the third man said.

 

I think you guys need some practice" the big guy gloated loudly. "Maybe start with some school boys. Or maybe that lard ass woman behind you!"

 

The bar got very quiet suddenly. Donny and the two men at the booth looked up at the three men at the table. "What are you looking at", the big man said as he realized he was the subject of all eyes in the place.

 

Jenn set her tea cup gently back in her saucer. She wiped her mouth with the napkin and set it neatly on the table. Then she slowly got to her feet and turned around. She took two steps over to the table and glared down at the construction workers. "What do you want" the bigger man said looking up at her with a sneer.

 

Jenn glared back at him. "An apology, for starters”! “And I think it is you who should pick on someone your own size!"

 

“I ain't gonna apologize to no flabby assed woman" the guy growled. "And you better sit back down before you get in real trouble". As if to punctuate his command, the man picked up one of the empty beer cans at the edge of the table and crushed it in half with his hand.

 

Jenn just smiled "I assume your doing that so you can recycle it" she said softly. "But it’s still going to take up a lot of space in the recycle bin. She reached down and took another empty can from the edge of the table. Fixing her eyes on the man, she began to squeeze it. The can crumpled in half. Then she regripped it, and with a moan of protesting aluminum, squeezed the two ends together. It looked like it had been run over by a cement truck. She looked at it and smiled. She took the flattened can in her two hands and bent it double. Then she returned it to her right hand. As it disappeared into her hand, muffled shrieks of metallic protest could be heard. Jenn's forearm suddenly swelled as her muscles increased the pressure on the can dramatically. A few seconds later

she opened her hand and dropped the remains on the table with a thud. They were about the size of a golf ball!

 

“I really think you should apologize now" Jenn said again. "Unless, of course, you would like to settle this with your arm"?

 

The man's eyes had been fixed on the remains of the can. Now he looked up and smiled. "Let me get this straight. You want to arm wrestle ME! You are way out of your league honey! You may know some parlor trick with a beer can, but arm wrestling is a MAN'S sport!"

 

 

Jenn looked down at the two smaller men. "I guess he is afraid to take on someone his own size" she said. You two are obviously braver than he is. I think that makes you two the real men at this table!"

 

“You bitch" The big man roared. I'll show you not to mess with men." He put his elbow up on the table.

 

 

Jenn looked down at the smaller man who was still sitting opposite the bigger man. "Excuse me" she said. She reached down and, grabbing the back of the man's heavy work jacket, lifted him bodily out of the chair and set him aside like he was a wayward child. Then she slowly sat down.

 

"I’ll tell you what" she said. "If you win, I'll pay your guys bar tab and forget that you insulted me, twice!" "But if I win, you pay my bar tab. All of it! Agreed?"

 

The big man glared at her. "Sure. Whatever. But you better keep your money handy." Jenn started to put her elbow up on the table. Then she stopped and stood up. "I don't want this to get torn" she said. "I just got it last week" She removed her jacket top, folded it, turned around, and laid it across the back of her chair. Then she sat back down and put her elbow on the table again. She noticed all the men's eyes were focused on her upper arm, which was now bare. What they were noticing was that it was by far the largest arm at the table, and even though some of it was fat, the shape of some very large muscles could be clearly seen. Jenn gripped the man's hand. It was larger than hers and heavily callused and rough. But he obviously did his arm wrestling on brute strength and Jenn was able to work her smaller hand into an advantageous position. Then she began to squeeze! The muscles of her forearm began to swell as tendons popped to attention under the skin. She looked at the guy she had "relocated" earlier. "Put your eyeballs back in your head and see if you still remember how to count to three"

 

Jenn quietly wrapped her right leg around the table leg for better leverage and locked eyeballs with the big man as the other counted "One, two, thr...."   Her opponent jumped the count and slammed his strength into her arm. Jenn's arm moved back 3 or 4 inches, but then stopped cold as her upper arm tensed hard and instantly swelled by 2-1/2 inches as she stopped the man’s advance. The look of surprise on his face said he was definitely not expecting this. One of the other men said softly to the other. "God, Jerry, look at her arm”! "That's why I took off the jacket." Jenn said.

 

Now she felt the big man trying to pull her on down. She knew she needed to get back to center and began to increase the force on his arm, while at the same time squeezing his hand ever tighter. For a few seconds nothing moved, but then she felt his arm give slightly and slowly pulled it up to vertical. She noticed beads of sweat were breaking out along his hairline and his face was starting to turn red. He managed to exert a bit more force, but Jenn instantly matched it. For 20 seconds or so nothing changed except the increasing amount of crimson in his face.

 

“Get her, Buck" one of the other men said. "Wear her down."

 

“Yeah Buck" Jenn replied. "Wear me down, if your man enough!"

 

Buck glared at Jenn and put everything he had left into the battle. It wasn't much more, and all that happened was his arm began to shake. Jenn increased the pressure and twisted the man's wrist back and toward her as she began to pull his arm not only sideways but toward her as well. A huge bulge swelled on her upper arm as she put her biceps into play. His arm moved back about 10 degrees and his face was now the color of a ripe tomato! "Am I worn down yet Buck?" She asked softly. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that girls have more endurance than boys" “And we can stand more pain too. If you don't believe it, try having a baby sometime!"

 

The pain was evident now, but it was on Buck's face! "You Bitch!" he said as he tried to increase the pressure but found that his arm was rapidly turning to jelly.

 

“Uh oh!" Jenn said softly. "Now you've insulted me again. That is going to cost you." She let up on his arm briefly, just long enough for his expression to change from despair to hope. She let his arm come back to vertical. Then, she stopped it. "I'm only at about 60% effort now" she said, smiling.” "Want to feel 100%?" She took a deep breath and slammed his arm backwards to the table in one quick motion. He screamed as his knuckles hit the hard Oak of the table top with a loud crack! Jenn held his hand there, still squeezing hard on his hand. He tried to pull it back but she kept it pinned. Buck glared at her. He pulled his left hand back and made a fist. Then he took a swing at her head. But somehow, a split second later, just before it should have encountered her jaw, it encountered her open left hand about a foot in front of her face!

 

A noise across the room distracted him and as he looked sideways, he saw the two men in the booth start to get up. They were both looking at him menacingly, especially the smaller one!

 

Jenn pushed his hand back toward him and began to squeeze his closed fist in hers. She saw a look of panic cross his face. She liked that and squeezed harder. She thought she felt something give in his hand and he screamed. The color went out of his face and was replaced by a pale white.

 

Donny, what's my bar tab up to?" Jenn asked. Donny turned to a card at the register. $129.50 he said. That's for the month."

 

“Add on the tab for those two gentlemen in the booth" she said. Then put yourself a 25% tip on it and put it on Mr. Buck's credit card. I don't think he is in a position to object."

 

I'm going to let your hand up now" Jenn said. Cause otherwise you won't be able to sign the credit card slip! Oh, and don't get any ideas that you have me out numbered. Those two guys in the booth are good friends of mine. The big one is a former Green Beret and benches 300 LB's for reps at the gym where I work out. But don't worry about him.” “He's really a big Teddy Bear at heart. But now the other one, he teaches the advanced students at the DoJo next door. He has an attitude! And HE has been known to break things. Boards, cement blocks, arms, legs. I never know what he might do!"

 

Jenn gradually released the man's hands and stood up. Donny brought the charge slip and a pen and put it in the man's right hand, which was starting to swell. "Sign it" Jenn ordered, raising her voice for the first time. The man scribbled his name on the slip and Donny removed it. "Get out of my bar" he said. "I've been taking Karate lessons from the man in the booth for five years. And I know how to break things too!"

 

The three men beat a hurried retreat out the door.

 

 

Donny looked at Jenn, and then at the two men in the booth. All were smiling. "That's the third month in a row she has done that!" he said, shaking his head, as he returned to the bar with the charge slip and a tray of empty glasses! "How about some more tea, Jenn?", Donnie asked. "That would be nice Donny", Jenn said as she put on her jacket and sat back down at her table. "That would be very nice indeed!" “Oh, and start a new tab!”

The end.