Shock to the System
By
Musclefan Uk based on a Redel Andy idea
It was the Summer of 99. We were
going through a heatwave. I remember it all too well. Friday 8th
August. My sister had celebrated her 16th birthday the week before,
and after begging and begging, my folks finally caved in and granted her a pool
party. As an 18 year old, I had no desire to be around a bunch of ‘kids’. I was
in my mature woman phase. Having just completed my exams at boarding school, I
was home for 3 months before I started college, so I was busy meeting up with
my old school friends.
I expected the pool party to be
winding down about 6pm, so I left it until 6.30pm to go home. As I stepped out
of the Mercedes convertible (my dads sadly), I heard no splashing or shouting.
The party must have ended like I thought. Great, I was sweating and fancied a
dip in the outdoor pool. I stripped off my shirt as I ran round the back of the
house. I was about to run and dive bomb into the pool, when I spotted that some
of the party girls had stayed behind and were sat around the picnic table in
the yard. Conscious of my rather thin physique, I decided against the pool for
now. I put back on my Ralph Lauren sweater and decided to go say hello to the
girls. I hadn’t had much luck in the older woman scene today, so maybe I would
get luck y with one of my sisters friends. Maybe one of them was 17 or so. As I
got closer, I could see that they were not in fact eating at the table. They
were arm wrestling. I stopped and took a double take. Back then I had pretty
old-fashioned views about women. Arm wrestling was very much a manly activity,
and seeing girls do it, I had to comment. I watched for a minute as my sister
beat a tall looking girl in a back and forth match. It looked kind of funny. My
sister was wearing a girlie pink jacked, and looked very feminine. Arm
wrestling certainly did not suit this kind of ‘lady’.
After I had secretly watched my
sister win the match, I felt the need to intervene.
“Hey, what on earth is going on
here?” I asked
“We are just having an arm wrestling
tournament, I am currently winning” my sister boasted proudly
I was strangely intrigued by the
action, but nonetheless, it was not a womanly thing to be doing. I had to comment;
“Well, congratulations and all Becky,
but don’t you think that arm wrestling should be left to guys?”
All the girls suddenly poured a
scornful look towards me
“I mean, it’s a bit silly trying to
see who is strongest when women are the weaker sex” I scoffed
Becky stood up and confronted me. I
had only seen her briefly since my return from boarding school, and not really
noticed any change in her other than the obvious chest growth in 2 years, and
the longer hair. As she stood right in front of me, I noticed that she was
almost my height. Hell, I couldn’t help but notice. She was bare footed too and
yet was staring me eye to eye. She had a long sleeved jacket on, but she
suddenly looked pretty broad shouldered. Like a girl at school who swam for the
state. I had no idea what might happen, but I a small dose of butterflies in
the stomach.
“Look Charlie, all sports are open
for guys and girls now, don’t be so God Damn sexist” she said loudly
Her eyes were piercing me. I should
have quit there, but I just had to push it too far
“Maybe so Becky, but I stick by my
weaker sex comment. Some sports like arm wrestling or weightlifting are guy
only domains”
All the girls began to laugh
“You don’t know do you?” she said in
a almost teasing voice
“Know what?” I asked with genuine
curiosity
“Well, while you have been away at
your posh school, me and my friends have been doing a mans sport” she said
I looked at her blankly. What was she
talking about?
“Should I show him girls?” she asked
her friends
“YEAH!!!!” came the unanimous reply
Without another word, Becky rolled up
her sleeve and flexed her arm. I felt my jaw drop open. I am no expert on
muscles, but as a guess I would have to say it measured close to 14 inches and
looked like it wouldn’t give an inch.
My gawking was broken only by her
next comment;
“I have done a lot of growing since
you left. I am almost your height, I probably out weight you, and I certainly
have more muscle.”
I suddenly felt very weak in front of
these girls. I made my next mistake, resorting to blatant lies
“Yeah well, I might have been working
out too at school. I am stronger than you think. And remember how I used to
easily beat you play fighting”
Becky just giggled,
“Yeah, the key word being USED TO.
Come on then muscle man, lets see your biceps”
I refused, but having made a stupid
claim, I eventually removed my pullover to a rupturing of laughter.
“I forgot you were so scrawny”
laughed Becky
We stood looking at each others
bodies. The moment was surreal. I was looking at my sister with the body of an
Olympic athlete. Becky was a pretty girl with a baby face. Her hair had grown
to shoulder length. She was staring back at my slim, bottle white body. The
awkward moment was broken when one of her friends came across and whispered
into Becky’s ear. Becky smiled and nodded her head.
“What?” I asked
Becky smiled and replied in a teasing
tone;
“Jenny thinks that since we were
doing a ‘mans’ sport, then maybe we could use a ‘man’ to show us how it should be
done. How about it? You ‘man’ enough to take on your little sister?”
I cringed with every emphasized ‘man’
that spouted from her mouth. My male chauvinistic claims had left me in a
terrible position. Her arms had about 2 inches on me; there was no way I could
take her arm wrestling. There was no way I wanted to do this in front of her
baying audience, so I swallowed my pride;
“Look Becky, your arms are way bigger
than mine. There is no way I can beat you, there is no point and you know it” I
shamefully admitted
The girls all burst into a chorus of
laughter.
“Come on big bro, you never know. You
might be stronger than me (chuckle). Muscle size isn’t everything, and after
all, you are a guy. Surely the male pride won’t let you just walk away?” she
waved her arm in the air. Even unflexed, her bicep was more than visible.
Be grudgingly I joined the girls at
the picnic table. Becky raced round to sit opposite. Sat down there wasn’t even
a slight height advantage for me. I was now staring at a body that was superior
to mine in every dimension. Her shoulders looked so wide, her chest even looked
strong.
We placed out arms on the table and
gripped hands. She looked so solid. I looked quickly down at my own arm.
Pathetic was the word that jumped into my mind. Jane leaned over and put her
hands over ours to hold us steady, make sure I didn’t try and get a jump start
on Becky. As Jane leaned in, I glanced at her. Suddenly she looked fairly solid
too. Surely the whole gang hadn’t started lifting? Was I the weakest of all the
girls? No, it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Jane was only 14 or 15,
there was no way she had started lifting, what a silly thought.
“Ok, lets go!” shouted an excited
Jane
Immediately I felt the power in
Becky’s arm. She wasn’t putting her all into this, I could tell by the smirk
spread all across her face. I was trying my best and I couldn’t budge her arm.
I tried to hide my struggle in my facial expression, but from the giggles, it
was obvious that I was giving it my all.
For about 40 seconds, I pushed with
all I had without getting anywhere. My best efforts were futile. Not only was
Becky stronger than me, but she was way stronger.
“Oh sorry” exclaimed Becky, “Have we
started?” she was mocking me
“Silly me, I was waiting for you to
start” she continued
She could have taken me in seconds I
think, but she preferred to play these games. She knew that the longer it
lasted, the more my humiliation would be. Should I walk away? Give up? The
decision was taken away from me as Becky decided that we had reached the time
to end the match.
A slow sure motion began and my arm
began to go backwards. The watching girls cheered on Becky but she needed no
encouragement. Within seconds it was
over, the motion continues and I could barely slow her. A huge smile of
satisfaction spread over her face. She flexed her pumped 14 inch arms in my
face.
“Congratulations” I said with deep
hurt
“You are too strong for me Becky” I
added
Becky laughed
“That’s ok Charlie, I can beat most guys
at school, I knew you wouldn’t have much chance against me”
Well, at least she was cool about it,
or so I thought.
As I began to walk away, Becky called
to me;
“Actually Charlie, I knew I would
beat you, but not so easily”
I stopped and cringed. She was going
to verbally make fun of me. I could handle that maybe, but not with an
audience. And what was to stop her from broadcasting this to mom and dad, or my
friends.
Becky knew she had hit a nerve and
continued her onslaught
“I can beat all the guys at school,
and all my girlfriends, but you know what, I don’t think you could beat any of
them. You put up the worst fight I have ever seen”
I had to defend myself against these
claims. I spun round to reply
“You think I gave it my all Becky?
Don’t talk crap. Sure, you are stronger, you workout, big deal. But making
stupid claims about me losing to your friends, that’s just bullshit”
My raised tone was my biggest
mistake. She knew she had me hooked and was about to reel me in
“Well that muscle man, get your ass
back over here and see how well you do against Jenny, Belinda and even Jane”
she scoffed
Of the 3 girls, only Belinda really
worried me. I was 5’9 and a thin 148lbs but I still easily outweighed Jenny and
Jane. Belinda was more of a physical equal. And it was Belinda who pushed past
Jane to get to the table first. Belinda was almost 17. She was the one friend
of my sister who I used to always kind of fancy. Well, not fancy as such, but
thought was cute. Belinda had grown up before her time. She had an adults body
at 16. Very large up front. She was probably 5’11 155lbs. Belinda had very long
black hair. She did look older than 16, the kind who would get off with older
men in nightclubs I thought. As I faced her at the table, she looked quite chunky.
Not defined like Becky, but big and solid. I thought to myself that Belinda was
one girl I wouldn’t like to wrestle. She had the advantage on me in all
departments. This was arm wrestling though. I felt sure I would have a tough
match but ultimately beat her.
Belinda gripped my hand. Her hands
were huge for a girl. Her arm was long too. I felt like I was arm wrestling an
adult. But this was a girl of almost 17. We began in a different way to my
previous match with Becky. Belinda didn’t want to toy, she wanted a fast win,
and my God, she was going to get it. Had she caught me off guard? I wish I
could honestly say that. She just had raw power that I could not stop. From the
off, I was moving backwards. I would guess it took her 15 seconds to beat me.
In reality it was probably less. Unlike the smooth movement of Becky, Belinda
slammed my hand hard to the wooden table
“Oh my God, you are such a wimp”
shouted Belinda as her girlfriends patted her rounded arm
I sat there in shock. Were all these girls
super strong, or was I really weak? Belinda marched around the table and stood
over me. I was intimidated. I thought Belinda might be able to beat me up, and
that was before I discovered that she was way stronger.
“I tell you this now Charlie, you are
going to loose to Jenny and even Jane. What a wimp” said Belinda in a rather
nasty tone
I had seen enough. I lost to 2 strong
16-year-old girls, I didn’t fancy losing to two15 year olds as well. I tried to
stand up from the table but the large hand of Belinda’s placed itself on my
shoulder and pushed me back into the seat.
I stared at Belinda, debating in my
mind whether to confront her about manhandling me. But Jane and Jenny arguing
who was going to go next broke the stand off. Jenny was slightly bigger built
than Jane and she managed to push past to get to the seat opposite me. Jenny
was 15 but in the same school year as Becky. Jenny was small. 5’2 was being
generous. Like the others, she looked to have filled out somewhat. Wider
shoulders for sure. She rolled up her sleeve and placed her elbow on the table.
Her arms were slender, but looked rock hard. Her arm was well defined. She must
have caught me staring because she tensed up her arm and giggled, not a huge
bicep, but rounded and peaked. Unlike Belinda, Jenny had a small hand and I
gripped it hard to try and put her off. She just smiled at my pressure.
This was more like it. As we started,
Jenny had clear strain in her face. This was not the embarrassing mis-match
like I had just had. I smiled. I felt sure that I was in control this time. I
even started to slowly inch Jenny’s arm backwards. I could sense the different
atmosphere from her cheerleaders. I got her maybe 3 or 4 inches down but seemed
unable to move it any more. I was now in full power mode. Jenny was clearly
struggling but was holding steady. Maybe it was her muscle, maybe her drive,
but something was holding that arm up like a scaffolding support beneath it.
Surely it was a matter of time until I won, but I was fading, and I knew it.
Jenny suddenly jerked back a little. I was spent, she spotted this in my face.
“Oh no” I said out loud
Jenny smiled; she had me on the back
foot. I was holding on, slowing her down, but her move was gaining momentum.
The girls began to cheer and lift Jenny even more. As my arm went ‘over the
top’ I knew I was going to lose match 3. Jenny slowly kept the pressure on and
within a minute, I was defeated yet again.
Jenny put out her hand to me. I shook it begrudgingly.
Jane jumped into the seat immediately
“Whoa, hold it there. I have had 3 matches in a row. That’s the reason I lost to Jenny. Maybe we should postpone the last match?” I asked
Man, I was asking permission from a group of kids
“Becky, what do you think?” asked Belinda
“5 minutes, that’s fair” replied my sister
I attempted to stand up, but once again, Belinda pushed me back down to the seat
“You sit there for 5 minutes, I wouldn’t want you running away now”
Again, the girls all laughed. They must have loved this.
While we waited for me to ‘recover’, Becky and Belinda sat beside us and went at it themselves. I was captivated. The huge definition of my sister against the bigger built Belinda. Belinda was more like a powerlifter. No real definition but oh so strong. This was a superb match. They were equally matched. There was an initial stalemate, then Belinda got the upper hand, then Becky, then Belinda. After 4 or 5 minutes, Becky’s arm looked about ready to explode. She didn’t put in half this effort in beating me. With a huge groan, Becky began to move Belinda down to the table. Belinda held on in vain for a few seconds, but Becky finally slammed her down. Both girls were breathless
I was staring intensely at the biceps on my sister
“Becky, your, your arm. It’s fucking huge” I said in true awe
Becky smiled and flexed her tired limb. 14 inches may have been a slight under estimate now
The flex show was intense. I was actually getting turned on until Jane broke the silence
“Hey, 5 minutes is up, lets go big man”
Jane was surely no competition. She was 5’6 but very thin. I wouldn’t even hazard a guess at her weight. She was still 15, still a lot of growing to do.
We clasped hands. I could feel straight away that Jane was weaker than all the others. I moved her back about an inch but then she stopped me. She was really struggling, I wasn’t giving my all yet, but she had dug in almost like an anchor. I had decided to conserve energy this time after the jenny experience, but my current input was not budging little Jane. I put a little more into it. Her thin but solid arm was still holding firm. I began to strain, still nothing, what on earth was keeping her arm up? Suddenly, I began to sweat. I had hit the wall. All my energy was not enough and once more I began to tire. Jane inched me back up to the vertical position. Panic had set in. Jane was red faced but she had me on the retreat. Where was this coming from? My arms were bigger, more muscled even. It took her a while, but she did it, and slammed me down.
“Yes” shouted Jane with joy, “14 years old and beating adult guys”
“What, you are only 14?” I said in pure shock horror
“Yes” came the proud reply, “not 15 for 8 months either”
I stood up from the table almost in tears.
Belinda blocked my path
“So, girls, the weaker sex still?” she teased
I raised my head; “I guess not”
Belinda stepped aside and I walked off but no Becky stopped me
“Charlie, my brother. Arm wrestling is all very well, but it only tests arm and shoulder power. Maybe your other muscles would make us look weak, like girls should be right?” she mocked
“So before you go off to cry, or hide, or masturbate, I think you owe me and my friends a workout”
I was horrified that she used the masturbate world. Did she know I had gotten hard at seeing the muscle? I presumed her comments meant that she wanted me to pay for them to go to the gym, so I got out my wallet.
“No No No” said Becky, “By workout, I mean we wanna wrestle you”
I looked around and the 4 girls were all hyper with the prospect. I didn’t have much choice. If I won, I would shut them all up. If I lost, well that was unthinkable.
“If I do this, do you promise not to tell anybody?” I asked, or was that begged?
Becky nodded.
I turned to face the girls………………..
(Comments please, if people
think it’s ok, I will do a part 2)