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This is a follow-up to my gas station muscle story that I posted a few weeks
ago. I had another great muscle experience there that I will now tell you
about! Around 10 days ago, I needed some gas again for my car and decided to
go back to that station (even though it was across town) see if that
muscle-girl was still there (and also, of course, to see if I could see that
cool muscle of hers again, arm-wrestle, etc.!) Anyway, when I drove on over
there, I first filled the tank and went in and there she was again! She was
wearing another one of those sleeveless turtleneck "muscle
sweaters" as I like to call them and looked even more awesome than
before. There is nothing that looks cooler on a woman with muscles than a
sleeveless turtleneck (believe it or not, they're actually showing them for
guys this year - I saw ‘em in a store here for sale although I don't know how
many guys would have the courage to wear one though). This one was pretty
tight-fitting and her shoulders seemed to barely fit through the arm holes. I
also went sleeveless that day (as I always do) and wore that same sleeveless
denim muscle shirt that I had on last time (the one that she thought my small
muscle looked "cute" in.) She immediately recognized me and gave a
big smile and asked me how I was doing. I said "OK" and after some
small talk (the place was really quiet and not busy at all), I told her that,
after seeing her muscle last time and how much bigger, harder, and more
developed it was than mine, that I was now "working out" in order
"catch up with her" (I was joking of course because I knew that I
couldn't really make up the size difference that she had on me). But, (and
this is really cool) I quickly realized this girl was really into
"muscle-talk" (especially since it was quiet at the station and she
had nothing to do). She just loved comparing herself with a guy having a smaller
muscle like me since "none of the other guys she knew had as good an
attitude about it" as I did. After I told her that I was "working
out", she said, "Well, sleeveless (I told her that's what my
friends all called me because those are the only kinds of shirts that I own),
let's see how you're doin'! - Flex that muscle for me!" This kind of
surprised me (pleasantly) and I said, "Check this out!" and flexed
my right muscle for her. She immediately grabbed it as I was flexing (I had
my arm down on the counter) and kept squeezing the muscle as I flexed. Then,
to my surprise (and this is all true), she "ordered" me to keep
pumping my flex so that she could see how much bigger I could make the
muscle. I thought that this was really cool (since I knew that I could now
ask her to do the same thing for me!) and kept flexing while, all the time,
she kept her hand on my muscle. She squeezed pretty hard which I expected
from the size and thickness of her forearms which made mine look like sticks.
I must have flexed about 20 times and, during that time, she was having a
blast - every time my muscle would start to expand, she would squeeze it hard
(because my muscle is small, she was able to pretty much completely cover it
with her hand). Her forearm and grip strength were so strong that, after a
few flexes of my muscle it wasn't strong enough to fully expand any more
against her powerful forearm strength. When I would go to flex, her grip
strength would stop the muscle from rising and instead it just kind of shook
a little. Finally she said, "Now, let's take a look to see if it grew
any" and I gave one last flex for her. Even with all of the flexing, my
muscle (pumped) wasn't even as big as hers was in an unpumped and relaxed
condition and she knew it. Also, it was shaking somewhat from the flexing
which made it look even weaker compared with hers. She then said confidently
and with a smile (because she knew that I was cool about it), "If you're
going to go sleeveless all that time which you obviously do, you need to work
on that muscle - I can give you some info. on my arm routine if you want (she
was serious)" and I said, "Sure, that would be awesome!". But
then, it was my turn (why should she have all the fun) and I said, "Now
show me that muscle of yours so that I can see what I am working
toward!!" Again, this girl was really having fun and said, "Check
it out!!!" and put her right arm on the counter and began to flex. Her
muscle looked even bigger than before (maybe it was just my imagination or it
had something to do with the fact that her arms were more tan than before
from being outside). I put my hand on the muscle as it was flexing (I knew
that she wouldn't mind as she did this to me) and I could just feel the power
of it as it swelled and bulged into my hand (about 2 - 3 inches bigger than
mine, at least - no lie!) I then told her to keep pumping her flex since I
wanted to see "how much more she could get it to grow!" She
continued to flex over and over (she obviously loved this and laughed a few
times). I kept my hand on the muscle and I felt it turn rock hard and relax
repeatedly. Each time the muscle expanded, I squeezed it like she had done to
me (I know you guys like "detail" so I will describe it as best as
I can) but it was so thick and strong that my forearm didn't have the
strength to stop it from rising. I felt the muscle all over as she was doing
this (top, sides, etc.) and particularly the tendons attached to the front
and rear heads of the muscle which you could tell were incredibly strong due
to their hardness. Her skin was really soft but thin as I could feel the
muscle tissue under her skin as it tightened. She had a very "high"
muscle with a long tendon between the muscle and her elbow (being a female
bicep-fan, I notice this stuff). Her muscle was very "dense" and
felt very different from mine. When she flexed, the muscle almost looked like
it "rolled" up away from her elbow and the hardness of the muscle
on the top was awesome. She flexed about 20 times and, at the end, the muscle
was warm to the touch and you could see a fine network of veins showing
through the skin which was awesome, to say the least! She then stopped and
said, "Well???? What do you think????!" with a big smile. I told
her that I would give anything to grow my muscle as large as hers (which she
loved to hear) and I said, "Let's go over to the mirror for a
‘comparison'!" We both went over and she put her arm next to mine and we
both flexed hard. Well, the difference was really astounding - her pumped
muscle totally overpowered mine from a size, hardness, and definition
standpoint and, again, she knew it! I then told her that, "I'll never
get a muscle like yours - you're just too darn developed!" I also said
to her (which I knew that she would love and she did) "Anybody looking at
that mirror and not seeing who was ‘attached' to both arms would think that I
was the girl and you were the guy!!!!". We then both laughed about it
and she told me again how great an attitude that I had and that most guys
would be "devastated" if they held their muscle up to that of a
girl and the girl's muscle was bigger, harder, and way-more developed than
that of the guy (as was clearly the situation here). I told her that I didn't
mind at all since I knew that she had worked hard to grow her muscle so
large. Finally, I asked her for another arm-wrestle before I went and she
said, "Well, I beat you last time, but if want to try again, that would
be cool!" So, we put our arms down on the counter and started! She
intentionally didn't exert full power at the beginning (I could tell because
her muscle was not at full-flex), but when I began to move her hand I saw
that muscle of hers pull backward from her elbow and start bunching up. At
that point, I knew that I was finished and with my other hand felt the top of
her muscle which was hard as steel. She then slammed my hand down and that
was it. After that, she told me not to get "discouraged" and to
keep working out (using the arm "routine" that she wrote out for
me). I told her that I could not handle some of the poundages that she wrote
down since I was not as strong as her and she said to just "cut ‘em
down" by 50% until I saw some muscle growth (which I knew would probably
not happen!). I then gathered up the courage to ask for her phone # so I
could maybe asked her out but, with a smile, she said "I'll give it to
you next time but only if you give me a little more challenge in our next
arm-wrestle!" She was obviously "teasing" me but it was also
apparent that she wanted me to come back so, next time I need gas, I'll give it
another try! I was think that it would really be cool if I could get a quick
snapshot with one of those disposable cameras or something of the two of us
comparing our muscles in that mirror. I could then post it or something but
I'm not sure how to really go about getting the picture or even asking her
about it! Maybe I should get one of those sleeveless turtlenecks (now that
they have them for guys) and wear it next time which would make an awesome
comparison for a pic that she might think was cool (both of us in the same
kind of shirt with her muscle being bigger than mine)! What do you think?
Anyway, this story is again absolutely 100% true (down to the last detail in
fact which I remember since it just happened!) and feel free to post any
comments or questions
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