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I don't know
if you guys are still reading this stuff
(this board has been pretty quiet), but I just thought
that I would tell you about another cool meeting I had
with the thrift store woman (in her 60s with an
awesome muscle that is much bigger than mine!) You can
read my earlier story on this board for "background"
info. on her. I passed by the store last weekend and
just thought that I would stop in to see if she was
there. Anyway, I went in and there she was (along
with a girl in a sweatshirt that looked to be about 17
which I will get into shortly!). Anyway, the woman
looked really great and was wearing a sleeveless
cotton shirt with a collar will lace trim (or
something that looked like it) around the armholes.
The contrast between her lacy feminine-looking shirt
had her big muscle was awesome, to say the least. I
told her this and she loved it. I was wearing an
almost identical sleeveless shirt compared with hers
(minus the lace stuff) and I went up to her and asked
her how she was doing. She said "fine" and asked me
the same. I told her that I had been working out a
little (not really true of course) and told her to
"check it out". With that (and because I was
sleeveless), I flexed for her and she felt my muscle
all over with a smile. I notice the girl looking very
intently at my muscle, too. She then introduced me to
the girl which turned out to be the granddaughter she
mentioned last time (that she had been weight-training
on the weekends). I then told the girl that her
grandmother had a terrific muscle and that I wished
that I could grow one as large as hers. They both
smiled again and I asked the woman if I could see her
muscle. She loved to show it off and flexed hard.
She pumped the muscle about ten times while telling
her granddaughter to watch it get bigger as blood
pumped into the muscle. We both watched the muscle
and it probably got bigger by at least 1/2 inch. I
asked her if I could feel it while she was pumping up
and she said "sure". With that, I felt the muscle
(especially her peak which kept sticking up each time
she pumped it). As she was doing this, however, I got
an idea based on what happened last time (see my prior
story). After she finished pumping up, she studied
the muscle with her granddaughter and explained
various things about it (including the veins that were
now showing) and how she had been doing various
"peaking" exercises in order to make her peak higher.
While this was going on, I told her that, "I bet your
muscle is big enough to break that armhole of your
shirt". The last time we had met, she had
demonstrated that, when expanded, her muscle size
actually exceeded the size of the armhole of the shirt
that she was wearing and showed how she could stretch
it. The woman laughed and said, "And ruin a perfectly
good shirt??". I then told her that I would pay for
her shirt and she said that she would do it if I did a
"favor" for her (which she said that she would tell me
about if she won the bet). Of course, she got the
shirt for free at the store and her granddaughter was
also dying to see if she could do it so, with both of
us asking (and me agreeing to the bet), she said, "OK,
I'll give it a shot, but no guarantees that it will
work". Her granddaughter then clapped and said, "All
right!!! I can't wait to see this!" (I felt the same,
too). She then told me that, because we had a "bet"
going, she was going to give it her best shot. In
order to prepare, she said that she was going to have
to pump up first and got the dumbbell from the corner
of the store that I mentioned in my last story. With
that, she started pumping the dumbbell (the one that I
could only lift a few times) and her muscle began to
thicken and swell as she did this. Her veins were all
showing now and after about 20 reps, she stopped. She
spent a minute or two looking at her pumped muscle to
see if "she had made it big enough to do the job".
She then pulled her armhole down over her muscle (her
shirt was large enough to do this), paused for a
minute, and then started to flex. As I watched the
muscle rise, the point of her peak pushed against the
armhole, but slipped off as it had the last time. She
dropped her peak, repositioned the armhole and tried
again. This time, the muscle was centered correctly
and began to push hard against the armhole. She was
really concentrating by this time and her
granddaughter was also staring at the muscle (like I
was). She rotated her hand and wrist slightly to try
to push the muscle higher and pulled her hand back
more. She pushed harder and harder and muscle began
to get bigger before my eyes (no lie)! This went on
for a minute and the muscle began to shake a little
from the strain. All of a sudden, she gave a slight
yell and "pulsed" the muscle as hard as she could.
This was incredible. What she did that, the muscle
pushed through the lace trim and tore it!!! What a
show!!! Then as if that was not enough, she gave a
louder yell and pulsed the muscle again, even harder.
With that, I heard a very slight tear as the seam
around the armhole opened up. At that point, she
relaxed the muscle and said "There, I did it - I
win!!!" Her granddaughter clapped and we looked at
the armhole. The lace was ripped and the seam had
torn open (a very small tear, but a tear nonetheless).
I am not making this up - this woman's muscle was so
powerful that she actually tore her shirt with
it!!!!!!!! I told her that her muscle was incredible
(it was pumped to the max with veins showing all
over). I then told her that she had succeeded in
developing a muscle which rivalled that of a male and
her granddaughter said with a laugh, "Yeah, she's got
a "man-muscle" now)!!! I then told her that I would
live up to the bet and asked her what she needed help
with. It turned out that there was a small (and old)
brick wall behind the store which a car had backed
into. As a result, a big pile of bricks had been
dislodged and she told me that my "task" was to toss
them in the dumpster for her! The bricks looked
heavy to me (and my small muscle), but I said "OK" and
she gave me some work gloves to put on. Actually, I
didn't mind helping her (bet or no bet) since she was
a pretty nice lady!!! With that, she then turned to
her granddaughter and told her, "Go take something off
the rack that is sleeveless, put it on, and come on
out". She then gave her a short lecture about how she
should be going sleeveless all the time so that she
would become comfortable with her muscles (and to get
people used to seeing them). Without hesitating, the
granddaughter agreed and, after about a minute or two,
came out wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt just like
mine. Her muscles were incredible, to say the least
(especially for a girl that had just turned 17).
While not as big as the woman's they were thick with a
single vein running down each one. The women told her
to get some work gloves on and give me a hand (since
it would "Help her build up her muscles" as she told
her granddaughter). The girl smiled and put on the
gloves. However, the woman then said, "Before you
both start, I want to see something". She went back
into the store for a minute and came out with a tape
measure. I knew what was coming that thought that it
was really cool. After she got the tape measure, she
said, "I want to measure both of your muscles and see
who is the biggest and strongest before you start".
The girl thought that this was cool and said "Alright!
A flex-off" with a laugh. The woman then told the
both of us to pick up a brick and pump up our muscles
with it. So, the both of us stood there pumping up
until we each did about 20 reps. My muscle didn't
change much size-wise, but hers seemed to thicken
noticeably (no doubt that big vein of hers was able to
feed the muscle with blood more efficiently than
mine). She also had the beginning of a pretty good
peak. After that, she put the tape measure around
each of our flexed muscles and measured them. Her
flexed muscle was awesome and, believe it or not, was
1/2 inch bigger than mine!!!!!!! When the girl saw
this, she gave out a yell and said, "Allright! I've
got a ‘guy-muscle' now". I congratulated her and told
her to keep lifting so that she could get as big as
possible! She told me that was her "plan" and we all
laughed. This set off a whole series of
muscle-flexing by the woman and her daughter which
began comparing with each other. After that, we
started moving the bricks and, because I was
sleeveless, they could both watch my muscles at work.
To me, the bricks were really heavy and after moving
about 10 of them, my arms felt really weak and my
muscle would hardly flex as I lifted the bricks which
they both noticed. After watching this for a while,
the woman told me come over to her and bring a brick
with me. When I went over, she told me to lift the
brick toward my shoulder and hold it there if I could.
As I did this, she felt the muscle and indicated that
it was really soft and couldn't do any more work. In
contrast, the girl raised her arm and flexed for the
woman who said that her muscle was still hard as ever
and asked her to finish up for me since I wasn't
strong enough to do any more. She said "Sure - I need
the workout" and, after 20 more minutes of work, all
of the bricks were moved. We both talked for awhile
after that and agreed that, with vigorous and heavy
training, a female can develop muscles that are as big
and powerful as a male (or even bigger) which was
clearly demonstrated here. I then told the woman
that I had to leave and she told me to come back next
week for a visit if I wanted. If you guys can think
up another "test" for her muscles, let me know and I
will ask her to go for it since she seems to love it!
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