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Quite awhile
ago, I shared a number of true female muscle stories here but when the forum
changed to another provider, I could not seem to access any of the postings
any more so I gave up! Months later, I figured out that the forum had
problems with my version of Netscape and when I switched away from it,
everything worked! So, if you all are interested, I have many more true
stories to tell and will post some. The following story involved an incident
that was pretty neat and really got my interest in female muscle going.
About 10 years back when I was 17, I had a job on weekends and after school
working at this "mom and pop" grocery store on the outskirts of
town doing all sorts of stuff, but mostly stocking shelves (there were only a
few - it was a small store) and helping some of the elderly customers with
their bags, etc. The store was run by a lady in her mid-30s who was very
laid-back and liberal-minded which made the job pretty fun since
"rules" were pretty non-existent as long as you did your work.
There were only a couple of us working there but because summer had come, the
owner told me that she was going to hire a new person to help me stock
shelves, move boxes, carry stuff out for customers, and so on. I thought
"sounds good" and that was it. A week later, when I came in to
work, I met my new co-worker and it a female! Her name was Cindy and she was
pretty darn attractive (short blonde hair, blue eyes, and had just turned 17
- about 10 months younger than me). She was wearing a long-sleeve sweatshirt,
but I immediately noticed that she had pretty broad shoulders and the sleeves
of that sweatshirt were really tight which sparked my interest. I immediately
noticed that she could lift just about anything in that store with ease (far
better than I could) and I wished that I could see those arms up close.
Over the next week or so, the weather started to get pretty hot and one
Saturday Cindy came in sleeveless! She had on (I still remember it) a light
brown cotton shirt having a collar with deep cut arm holes that exposed her
entire shoulder. I just couldn't believe it - her arms were awesome. From
what I could guess, her muscle was very defined (about 2 - 3 inches bigger
than mine) and had almost a "knot"-like appearance which was
awesome. She also had a small but clearly visible blue vein on each arm which
ran up her muscle to her shoulder and branched off from there! I would have
given anything to have had a muscle like that - whenever she did anything it
balled up really high (a great peak) and her vein thickened. Needless to say,
my "work- level" suffered from that day forward since my main
interest, of course was in those arms! I could only imagine what strength she
had, but I soon learned!
From the very beginning, she outmuscled me in everything that we did and
loved it. Also, after that first day when I saw her sleeveless, I decided
that I would start going sleeveless too for two reasons. First, it was really
hot and the owner had absolutely no problem with it (anything was OK with
her). Second, I nearly always wear sleeveless since, as I have said in the
past, if you are a guy with a small muscle like mine and go sleeveless it can
almost always guarantee an armwrestling match with a girl (and maybe a flex
or two) if she knows that she is bigger and stronger than you (which was
clearly the case here). The first day that I went sleeveless, she (who pretty
much wore sleeveless every day now) took a long look at my arms, but said
nothing (I knew what she was thinking). However, the owner sure noticed the
minute that both of us were together in our muscle shirts! She got a real
kick out of it and said, "Now that you are both sleeveless, let's see
who is stronger" and laughed. She then asked me if it were possible for
me to "make a muscle" (Ha- Ha) and I flexed for her and Cindy as
hard as I could (my arm was shaking.) I had (and still have) a small muscle with
no real peak or veins of any kind. The owner then felt it and said,
"Cindy, check this out!" Obviously they were amused at my not-
too-hard muscle and its small size. Then, she turned to Cindy, smiled and
said, "Let's see yours, girl". With than, Cindy gave a slow and strong
flex and, man, it was awesome. That muscle of hers knotted up and grew into a
thick twisted bulge on her arm (again, about 2 - 3 inches bigger than mine)
and had a really cool shape (really thick and peaked toward her elbow -
almost tear-drop-shaped with the cord of her tendon at the rear of the muscle
being clearly visible and extending into her shoulder under her arm). Again,
this is a true story and I remember every bit of it since it was so cool. The
owner gasped and said, "My God, your muscle is so much bigger and
stronger than his - I just can't believe it". She then felt it and Cindy
(proudly) said to me "Go ahead and feel it" (at that point we were
pretty good friends). I put my hand on her "knot" which was warm to
the touch from all of the flexing, squeezed it (it wouldn't dent at all) and
ran my fingers from the tendon of the muscle at her elbow to the tendon at
the other end - unbelievable!! During this "show" I asked her to
pump her flex a few times (I really couldn't believe that I said that) and
she did so with pleasure. My hands were probably shaking and I almost went
crazy feeling the cords of her knotted muscle shift and move under her skin.
I also ran my finger along her vein for a second which was too cool. By this
time, the owner was laughing and said "You can let go now". She
then said (and I will never forget this) that, "Gee, Cindy, maybe in
this store you should be the guy and he should be the girl!! - you both need
to go sleeveless every day so that you (she pointed to me) are reminded who
is superior!!!". At first this made me a little mad but, on the other
hand, I had respect for this girl and her muscles (and great interest, too).
Also, I knew that the owner was just having fun.
It was so great watching her work in those sleeveless muscle shirts of hers
that she wore every day (so did I, but in my case there was nothing to
watch). I was glad when heavy boxes of stuff would come in and I got to watch
that muscle of hers work (it almost seemed to get bigger with every flex). Since
the owner clearly knew about Cindy's bigger muscle size and strength, we
basically went through a complete "gender role reversal" in that
store, with Cindy being called to lift things that I was not strong enough to
do (and liking every minute of it). Also, if I wasn't strong enough to do
something, I would ask Cindy for help. I didn't have a problem with that
since facts are facts (she had more muscle size and strength than I did and
that was it). For example, one day an older woman came in and bought two
giant bags of dried dog food. I didn't know what they weighed, but they were
heavy (at least for me). I went over to help her with them and could barely
lift one of them with both arms (it was falling all over the place). The
owner saw this (since I was sleeveless she no doubt saw my small muscle
weakly "pop up" and start shaking) and said matter-of-factly,
"Don't worry, I'll get Cindy to do it". With that, Cindy came over,
put her arms down to form an "L" (like a cradle) and asked if I
could lift the bags and put them into her hands. I struggled to lift one (I'm
sure that she saw my muscle shaking from the stain again) and put it into her
hands. The minute I did this, I had to hold back a gasp as her muscle
instantly stuck way out and that vein of hers thickened again. I than stopped
and she said with a smile "What are you waiting for, put the other one
on, silly". I quickly said to her, "What!! You can't carry both of
them!!" and she replied, "Are you kidding?? Just throw it on
there!!" With that, I lifted the other one up and put it on top of the
first one. I again was almost in shock as that muscle of hers pushed out even
farther! No lie, it looked like a lemon with veins on it! I then said,
"Pretty impressive" or something stupid like that since I was dumb-founded
and put my hand on her muscle. It was like stone and I could feel the muscle
moving around slightly as it was working which was awesome. She then walked
out to the woman's car and put the bags in the trunk. I watched through the
window and the woman must have noticed her muscle too since, after she loaded
the bags, I saw Cindy flex for her. Anyway, she came in and what a sight –
both of her arms (at least it seemed to me) could barely fit through the
arm-holes of her muscle shirt. They were pumped and large from the work and
were so much bigger than mine that it was amazing, to say the least. From
that day forward, Cindy was called on to do all the "muscle" work
as the owner called it. The owner got a great kick of this (seeing a male
being totally outmuscled by a younger female) and gave me a
"bad-time" about it all summer (I didn't mind - I knew that it was
all in fun because she was a great boss to work for). Anytime Cindy's muscles
would show out (from work, etc.) she would say stuff like, "Now we know
who's the Man around here!!" (and looked at Cindy). Once when we were
both standing in front of her in our sleeveless shirts, she said that,
"I see that Cindy is wearing her ‘muscle shirt' today and you are
wearing your ‘unmuscle' shirt"!!
About Cindy, I asked her one day about her large muscle and we again compared
biceps (no contest, of course). I then saw an opportunity to ask about how
she grew her muscle so large and she told me that she always loved "the
look" and got interested from using her brother's weights. She told me
that she wanted to get stronger legs for track, but learned that her upper
body really grew easily (her shoulders were massive too) and stuck with the
weights after her brothers lost interest. In fact, she told me that she was
much stronger that her 18 year old brother now (with a bigger muscle) and
that he got too "embarrassed" to use the weights any more. Finally,
I did get to arm wrestle her once at the prodding of the owner one night. She
said that we should armwrestle to see who would "close" up that
night. We put both our arms on a table that was located in back of the store
and I immediately noticed her powerful grip strength. We then started and I
got an advantage at first but soon realized that she was "letting"
me do this. All of a sudden, the knot of her muscle started swelling and the
force that she urged on my hand was amazing. That day, she was wearing one of
those cap-sleeve muscle shirts and her shoulder grew so large that I cannot
understand how the shirt didn't tear. I watched that vein thicken (as I had
seen so many times during work) and that was the end - my hand was slammed to
the table. She stood up and the sight of her huge arms in that muscle shirt
with those stretched- out tiny cap sleeves was unbelievably formidable (and
almost scary, but neat). Needless to say, I got to stay late that night and
"close"!!! We went out a few times after work that summer, but our
family soon moved again and I never saw her again. However, that summer really
cemented my interest in female muscle to the Nth degree. Anyway, the above
story is true (I would not have the brains to make it up). Whenever I go
sleeveless and have the opportunity to compare muscles with a female (or
armwrestle with her), I do it. As a result, I have many stories that I can
share if there is any interest. Feel free to post any comments that you may
have.
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