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Things have
been pretty quiet around here lately with very little female-muscle activity
over the past month. So, on a whim, I decided to stop in and see the thrift
store muscle woman (around 60 or so with an awesome muscle that is much
bigger than mine!) She loves to show off to me since, as she put it, she
doesn't know any guys other than me who think that big thick female muscle is
cool! You can read my earlier stories on this board for
"background" info. on her or if you E-mail
me I can send them to you guys if you are interested (my computer is finally
working again). There stories are totally legit and true. I only post here
once every month or two since this kind of stuff doesn't just happen every
day. Anyway, I passed by the store last weekend and stopped in to pay her a
visit. Both she and I were wearing sleeveless jean shirts and she smiled
broadly when I came in. She said, "Hi Sleeveless, looks like we still
have the same good taste in clothes"! We talked for awhile about various
things (including some "muscle-talk" about workouts and stuff) and
she then said to me (since we know each other really well by now) "I'll
bet this is what you want to see" and she raised her arm up and pumped
up her muscle for me (cool and no lie!) Her muscle looked absolutely huge
(bigger than before or maybe I was just imagining it) and she told me that
she had added another 1/4 inch to it since I was last in (a couple of months
ago). I stared at the muscle as it bulged up and down and then she held it
and gave a hard flex. When she did this (and this was cool) the muscle pushed
way up and looked so awesome!! I just stared at it and she loved showing off.
She then said, "I know you want to feel it, too, so go for it"
(this woman was really into the whole muscle worship thing) and I reached for
the muscle but as soon as I grabbed it, she relaxed it and gave me a big
smile. She then told me to grip the muscle tightly and watch. With that, I
held onto it and she gave a long hard flex (very slowly). The muscle grew
bigger and thicker every second and as hard as I gripped, it pushed my hand
open. What was really strange was that it didn't just push upward, but it
actually pushed out from the sides of the muscle (which surprised me since I
had never felt this before). I squeezed the sides of the muscle and it was hard
as rock - I just couldn't imagine that this was the muscle that a 60 year old
woman had grown. She noticed that I was squeezing and feeling the sides of
the muscle and she said, "Does my muscle seem thicker than before"?
and I told that it did and that it was incredible.
She then said that she was doing some new arm workouts at her gym and that
they really had been working well in thickening the muscle. I had no idea
what she was talking about but whatever she had been doing worked! She said
that she had really wanted to thicken the muscle in order to "compete
better with the guys in the gym". This is absolutely true - she was
actually trying to complete with guys decades younger than her and was
extremely competitive with males (which I could see directly from the way in
which she acted toward me). Apparently, her muscle was equal to or bigger
than many of the guys' muscles at her gym and it drove them crazy. She also
told me that whenever a guy with a small muscle like mine came in the store
that is sleeveless, the first thing she says is "Let's see your
muscle" and after they flex she flexes and blows them away. One guy with
a muscle about the size of hers came in one day and she challenged him to
flex. They ended up flexing at each other for about 3 minutes in order to see
who could make a bigger muscle. They did this in front of about 5 people and
they all agreed that she won. The guy said nothing and stormed out of the
store never to be seen again! She then asked me to see mine and I flexed for
her. She put her hand around the muscle and squeezed it hard from the sides.
As she squeezed (her grip was powerful) her fingers sunk into the muscle and
I tried to flex harder without any success. I then told her that my muscle
just didn't have enough power to break her grip and we both laughed.
After talking for awhile more about her progress in developing her muscle, I
told her that the strength which she must be able to generate in that muscle
must be enormous and much more than mine. She then said with a slight smile,
"Well, let's find out". I didn't realize it, but I was about to
participate in a strength test. She disappeared into the back of the store
and came out with a very strange-looking gadget that looked somewhat like a
giant shock-absorber from a car with handle grips on both ends and cables
running from one end to the other. Apparently, she had bought it with a bunch
of junk for resale at the store. It also had numbers running down the middle
of it. She told me that it was some kind of an old exercise device and that
you squeezed the ends together to build muscle (or pulled on the cables). As
the ends were squeezed together you could look at the middle of the thing and
it showed you how much strength you had by looking at the number scale (I
know this is a bad description but that's as good as I can do since I never
saw anything like this). She then said, "Let's test our muscles to see
who is stronger". I thought that this was cool and said "OK".
With that, she stood in the middle of the store and put her left hand on the
top grip and her right hand under the bottom grip (with the entire device
being completely vertical). She then closed her eyes and paused a minute. All
of a sudden she let out a deep breath and began pushing up with her right
hand in order to "compress" the unit (while holding onto the other
end with her left hand). Her concentration was amazing and as she compressed
the unit, I watched her right muscle work. I would have given a thousand
dollars for a video camera as what happened to her muscle was amazing. It
pushed out so far that I thought her skin was going to tear. You could see
the entire outline of the muscle which looked like a lemon coming out of her
arm (she has very low bodyfat which made everything
visible). The muscle twisted and bulged as it worked to compress the unit and
veins were showing everywhere. Then, she gave one last push of incredible
effect and the muscle pushed way out into a somewhat twisted shape (almost
gross looking, but really awesome). I leaned over and touched it at that
point (she didn't even notice or mind) and I just couldn't let go it was so
unbelievable. It felt like a baseball with all sorts of lumps and strands
sticking out (very hard to describe). The feel of this huge female muscle
twisting and pumping in my hand (and power that it was generating) was almost
more than I could take. About 10 seconds later (with my hand still gripping
the muscle), she released her grip on the unit and stopped pushing. She then
laughed and said "You can let go now" and I did. We then looked at
the unit and it had some kind of ring on it that moved on the number scale to
measure the strength and she jotted the number on a piece of paper (I forgot
what it was but I seem to remember 120, but I am not sure...it might have
been more or less). She then rubbed her muscle (which was pumped to the max)
and said, "Now its your turn, let's see what
that big muscle of yours can do (joking, of course). I gripped the unit as
she did and started pushing and could barely budge it!! (It was harder than I
expected). So I tried again as hard as I could and my muscle started to shake
as I began to compress the unit. She was staring at the muscle and said,
"C'mon, make that little muscle work -let's see it grow!!!!!!" I
tried as hard as I could and she put her hand on my muscle (like I did) and
squeezed it. My muscle continued shaking from the strain and I stopped. My
muscle hurt somewhat and was twitching from the strain. We then looked at the
unit and I hadn't even moved it close to where she had (only about 1/2 the
way!!). She smiled broadly and told me that I gave it a good try and that I
did pretty good with the small muscle that I had. I
then told her that she had beaten me and that her muscle was probably twice
as powerful as mine and that I wished I was as strong and muscular as her
(she just loved hearing this). She told me that as my "reward" I
could feel her muscle again (since she knew that this drove me nuts) and she
pumped the muscle about a dozen or so times while I squeezed it and her
tendons as the muscle pumped - it was awesome. There were a few people in the
store watching (and probably giving us bizarre looks), but I didn't care!!
She then told me something interesting which I will now describe. As I
mentioned in my last story about the woman (you can find it on the board or I
can E-mail to anyone who wants to read it), she has a 17 year old
granddaughter that she is weight training very intensely at her gym. This
girl is making amazing progress and has developed muscles bigger than a lot
of the guys at her school. She has put her on a strict training program (5
days a week) and she is proud of her muscles (and now wears nothing but
sleeveless like I do although she probably has a much better reason to). In
fact, the sleeveless shirts that the woman had always saved for me in the
store she was now giving to her granddaughter because, as she said (no lie),
"Her biceps, chest, and shoulders were getting as big as a man's, and,
as such, she had to start wearing mens shirts so
that her arms could fit through the arm holes"! In fact, she told me
that her daughter now took a larger shirt size than me (she knew my size
since she had saved sleeveless stuff for me in the past) since her upper body
was now bigger than mine. Last time, her granddaughter and I compared muscles
and she beat me by about 1/2 inch. However, the woman told me that she has
made amazing progress in that last few months and that she really wants to
compare herself with a guy again, but none of the guys at school would do it.
So, she asked me if I would. Also, she asked if I would have a "strength
competition" with her using the exercise unit described above to see who
has the stronger and bigger muscle. I told her that would be really cool. She
then said that her granddaughter was going to be coming over next Saturday
with some of her friends to pick up some clothes that the woman was donating
to a charity drive for her granddaughter's school. She said we could do it
then and see who was strongest. With that, she picked up the phone and called
her granddaughter just to be sure that she was coming (since I said that I
would be there). As she spoke to the girl, she said, "You remember
Sleeveless, the guy with the small muscle that you met last time?, Well, he thinks that his muscle is now bigger than
yours and wants to compete with you." She then explained the exercise
gadget to the girl and I heard the girl say, "Wow, that's cool - I'm
ready!!!" Finally, before the two hung up, the woman said, "And be
sure to bring some of your friends so that can see how your weight lifting
has paid off and how you can now beat guys!" I thought, "Oh great,
an audience", but still figured that it would be really neat to do it.
As a final note, she pointed to a whole pile of sleeveless shirts that she
had recently gotten in the store and said, "The winner will get to have
these shirts for free so that they can put their winning muscle on
display". We both laughed and I told her that I would stop by next
Saturday. I'm not sure if I did the right thing (since I'm probably going to
be beaten), but we'll see. I can post the results of the competition next
week if there is any interest! Any other comments or suggestions? Let me
know: [email protected]. Also, if you think that these stories are too long
or drawn out with too much detail, let me know, too.
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