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Well, I had
planned on updating you guys on my
situation with Sandi (the Library Muscle woman) and
the muscle "challenge" that she has proposed between
myself and the teenage muscle-girl that she had been
training. The entire story was previously posted at
"Library Muscle II" in case some of you aren't aware
of the situation - check it out! Anyway, I decided to
do the "contest" and I got to meet the muscle-girl
(and had another interesting lunch with Sandi), but
that is a really long story and I will try to post it
in the next week or so (assuming that you guys are
interested.) However, for now, I have another really
cool and totally true muscle story to tell which
involves an incident that happened last week.
Here's what happened (this was really cool, at least
in my opinion): One of my sisters from out-of-state
decided to move close to where I live and asked me if
I could help her drive out here with her stuff (she
didn't want to drive alone). She lived a few states
away and offered to buy me a plane ticket if I would
come out and give her a hand and we would then drive
back together. I don't fly too often since I am
usually mostly broke but because she was footing the
bill (and needed some help) I agreed to do it. So, I
made my arrangements and when it came time for me to
leave, I went to the airport, checked in, and got on
the plane. It was a fairly small plane and I had a
window seat in the last row. I was wearing (and this
has some bearing on the story) a sleeveless denim
shirts(the kind that has a collar, but is totally
sleeveless with pretty large armholes). I was
carrying a fairly large duffle bag (about as large as
they will let you use as a "carry-on") and it took
both of my arms to lift it since it was filled with
some heavy stuff that my sister wanted me to bring and
my muscles were not strong enough to really handle it
with ease. Anyway, I was really struggling with the
bag and as I went down the aisle on the plane, I
noticed that a number of the females who were already
seated were looking at my arms which they could see
because I was sleeveless. Some were smiling since I
have such a small muscle in each arm which was on
"display" for everyone to see. In the type of shirt
that I was wearing, my muscles looked really small and
thin and, as I neared the back of the plane, the
restroom door was open (it had a mirror on it) and I
could see myself coming down the aisle. My muscles
(which were straining to lift the duffle bag) looked
like two small "bumps" coming out of my arms which is
why the females had been watching (and smiling). The
female flight attendant at the rear of the plane
noticed that I wasn't strong enough to handle it and
asked if I needed some help! I told her "No, that's
OK" and I made it back to my seat in the rear of the
plane, stuffed the bag under my seat as far as it
would go (which wasn't much) and sat there waiting to
take off. The seat next to me was empty (for now).
However, after a few minutes more, I saw someone
coming down the aisle out of the corner of my eye and
as I looked up, I noticed that it was a girl who
looked about a year or two younger than me (which
turned out to be true since I later asked her).
However, I immediately noticed that she was wearing an
identical muscle shirt compared with mine (a
sleeveless denim job) which is almost always a
conversation-starter. Then, I noticed that she had a
really awesome muscle which stood out as she carried
her stuff. I tried not to stare at the muscle but I
couldn't help it (it was really thick and defined for
a girl of her age and size). She had a nice vein too
on each muscle. Anyway, I was hoping like crazy that
her seat would be next to mine, and as she looked at
her boarding pass she smiled, said "Hi", and sat down
next to me. Yes!! On this plane, there were two seats
on one side and three on the other side of the aisle,
so there was nobody sitting next to her. She then
picked up a magazine that had been left on the seat
and started to read it as the plane took off.
However, there was only one armrest between our seats
(which is normal, I guess - I don't fly much) and we
both shared it. What was incredibly cool was that
fact that both of our bare arms were actually touching
each other and she didn't seem to mind or even try to
move. I was really glad that I had worn my sleeveless
denim shirt, since it exposed all of my shoulder and
our two shoulders were touching also!!! The feel of
her arm against mine was really cool!. In fact, I'm
sure that she felt the same way (and liked the small
size of my muscle) since she turned and smiled at me
occasionally. I returned the smile, but kept my arm
there against hers. After a while, I turned to look
out of the window and my arm (because I turned) pushed
slightly into hers (by accident). However, I was
surprised to notice that, as this happened, I felt her
arm pushing back against mine (she smiled again at
me). I then thought to myself, "This is totally cool,
she's testing me" and I pushed slightly back and then
she did the same again. I looked at her and she
looked at me and then (this is absolutely true) we
both began pushing as hard as we could. This was a
total blast as her muscle was so big (compared with
mine) that as it flexed, I could feel it push very
slightly into mine from the side (her muscle was that
big). I pushed back but in an instant, she shoved my
arm off the arm rest and we both laughed. I then told
her my name and complimented her on the size and
strength of her muscle. She thanked me and said that
she had been working out heavily for about a year and
a half and had really added some size to her muscle.
Thinking fast (and seeing a fantastic armwestling
opportunity) I told her that I would armwrestle her
for a drink (the loser would pay). She said "You're
on!!" (again, because she saw the small size of my
muscle since I was sleeveless - it works every time).
We then put down her "tray table" and I leaned over
and we went at it. One of the female flight
attendants (the same one that had offered to lift my
bag for me) saw all of this and came over to watch
with interest (the flight was not full and there
really wasn't much for the flight attendants to do).
I tried with all of my might but she was just too
strong and beat me after only about 5 seconds! I then
bought her a drink and, to my total amazement, the
flight attendant that had been watching came over,
leaned down, and said (because she took a great
interest in this for some reason), "I will give a free
drink to whichever one of you can make the biggest
muscle". I was astounded at this (and thrilled, too)
and said, "What do you mean?" (even though I already
knew). She then said, "Each one of you ‘make a
muscle' for me (flex the muscle) and whichever one is
bigger gets a drink on me!!" I said, "Alright! -
Sounds cool to me" and the girl (her name was Brenda)
said, "Lets do it!" I then told her, "I'm going to
pump up for minute or two and after that, I know that
I can beat you!!!" (I said that for a very good
reason). She then said, "OK, I will too since I don't
want ya to beat me too easily". We then both sat in
our seats (believe it or not) pumping our muscles for
about 2 - 3 minutes. It was so cool, I couldn't
believe it. I imagine that if was had been in the
front or middle of the plane instead of the back, we
probably would have gotten some "looks" as we pumped
our muscles up. I knew that my small muscle would not
really get pumped, but I figured that hers would so I
really just wanted to watch!! The flight attendant
looked at us like we were from Mars or something as we
did this, but I explained that we were doing was to
pump more blood into the muscle in order to increase
its size. Because she was so interested, I also told
her that Brenda would probably pump up bigger than me
because of the big vein that she had which could feed
the muscle with blood quickly (Sandi had explained
this to me). She then exclaimed, "You're right - I
can see her muscle getting bigger - I'm really getting
an anatomy lesson here!!!" She then added, "I'm so
glad you both wore sleeveless shirts - this is more
fun to watch that an in-flight movie". With that, we
finished pumping up and both flexed for her. Even
though she didn't have a tape measure or anything like
that, she put her hand around each of our flexed
muscles (no lie) and it was totally clear that
Brenda's muscle was much bigger and thicker than mine
(again, in my shirt, it only looked really small). We
all laughed about it and Brenda got her drink. Then,
as a final interesting event, when we were getting
ready to land, the flight attendant noticed that my
duffle bag was not fitting under the seat all the way
and she told me that I would have to stow it in the
"overhead compartment" for landing. I really didn't
feel like messing with this, but said "OK" and got up
to move it. Brenda stood up to get out of the way,
but as I began to lift the bag, I'm sure that she
noticed how small my muscles were and how they were
straining to lift the bag (it was heavy - for me, at
least). As I tried to lift it over Brenda's seat with
my right arm, the muscle just wasn't strong enough to
do it. I lifted it sort of like how you would do a
curl when lifting weights in the gym and all of a
sudden my muscle started quivering all over since it
just wasn't strong enough and I had really strained
it. As a result, I had to use my other arm, too. I
then tried to lift it over my head into the overhead,
but I just couldn't do it. As I was lifting it with
both arms, BOTH of my muscles stared shaking from the
strain. As Brenda watched she said quietly (so as not
to embarrass me), "Let me give you a hand". With
that, she grabbed the bag with just one arm and was
able to lift it! She then hoisted it up into the
compartment. I told her (knowing that she would love
it) that she had more muscle strength in her one
(right) muscle that I had in both of mine! She
laughed again and we both sat down, but I noticed that
my left muscle had stared to twitch and quiver by
itself (totally true - it was kind of gross - have
you guys ever had this happen?). It was fascinating
to watch - the entire muscle would "pulse" and tighten
uncontrollably - like it had a mind of its own!!!! You
could even see the fibers twitching under the skin.
Brenda noticed it and, believe it or not, we both sat
there and watched the muscle quiver for about a
minute. She was pretty amazed at this and put her
hand on the muscle as it was shaking and gently
squeezed the muscle (which I thought was cool). She
then asked if I was able to flex the muscle (to see if
it was hurt) and I did (only weakly since it was
tired). As I flexed it and she felt it, she told me
that it felt pretty soft and that I should take it
easy for at least a few hours. Then, she told me to
massage the muscle and hopefully the twitching would
go away. I did, and it subsided. After that, the
plane landed, we said goodbye and parted company.
That's it - a cool incident (at least I thought so).
I then met my sister and we left. However, she also
saw me struggling with the bag and took it from me.
Even though she is about 4 years younger than me, she
has always been stronger. In fact, when she hit 15,
her muscle became bigger than mine at 18!!!!!! (But
that is a whole other long story). If you have any
comments, let me know (you can post them here or,
*finally*, I have an Email address that works -
[email protected] so you can drop me a note there if
you want). Also, I will try to post the Sandi story
soon if there is interest......
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