The War of the Ropes 
by Paul Schilling (halfahubinc@aol.com)
The tug of war to end all tug of wars, and Jack's in the middle

Part one: The First Match

From the very start of his high school career, Jack was told by his gym 
instructors and coaches to get into a sport that didn't require a lot of 
walking, running, or anything to do with putting his right foot in front 
of his left, so he got into weight lifting. Jack had managed to take his 
school to state since he was a sophomore. Jack learned very quickly how 
not to be clumsy his senior year. Each year he remembered seeing a 
foreign exchange student come for that particular year, then leave. His 
senior year was no different, except that this particular exchange 
student had a big crush on him. Her name was Hannie. She stood 5' 4", 
about 125 lbs and had the classic hourglass figure, all muscle. Every 
time she'd walk down the hall, guys would stop and look. She stopped one 
day in the hall and did a pose for all the boys. She put her left hand 
on her hip and cocked it to the right, then daintily curled her right 
arm causing a rather large bulge to grow against her sleeve, making it 
extremely taunt. She then seductively looked at every boy, which caused 
woodies to spring up everywhere she looked. Though Hannie could use her 
muscles suggestively, her eyes were set on Jack, and he learned very 
quickly how not to be a klutz when it came to hiding from Hannie. 
Everyone in the senior class thought how funny it was that one of the 
strongest guys in school was a scared little mouse around the most 
desirable piece of flesh and muscle at that time. 

Everyone thought this was funny, except for Jill. 

Jill stood 5' even, and weighed about 115 lbs. Pound for pound, Jill 
could hold her own and could give any girl a run for their money, 
especially in gymnastics. She didn't like Hannie from the start. 
Although not as big in muscle size, she could match her in power any 
day. Still, Jill could never understand why Jack never stood up to 
Hannie, and really could've cared less. 

The cat and mouse game between Hannie and Jack went on up to about two 
weeks before the senior dance. Jack was hoping to run into Jill, so he 
could ask her, and that's when Hannie cornered him in the weight room 
after his workout one day. He had just taken off his weight belt and 
started to put the plates up when the door to the weight room opened 
quickly and closed even quicker. "Hello Jack." When he heard this he 
nearly dropped the 75 lb plate on his foot. He slowly turned around and 
saw Hannie standing by the dumbbell stand near the door. "How are you?" 
she asked. 

"F-fine," Jack anxiously answered back as he lifted the weight and put 
it on iron peg. "Just peachy..." He sighed to himself, "...Oh boy." 

"Good," she quietly said as she picked up one of the heavy dumbbells. "I 
want to speak with you, here, in private." Jack started getting nervous. 
"You see, Jack, I'm a big girl," Hannie said as she began to do a one 
arm curl, and after a few repetitions her smooth but thick upper arm 
began to take form and definition as a bicep the size of a cue ball 
rose. Jack gulped, then tripped, falling backwards onto the mat as 
Hannie put the dumbbell down and began to show off the size and the 
definition of both sets of biceps and triceps. "You see, Jack," she 
started again, this time undoing the top snaps to her gym uniform, 
"nature has blessed me with this fantastic body which I have built 
working on my papa's farm..." 

"Yeah," Jack said, floundering on the ground, trying to get back on his 
own two feet. "What's this got to do with me?" 

Hannie took off her top, exposing her ample breasts under a tight 
fitting men's undershirt. "I'm a big girl, Jack..." she whispered again, 
crouching over him, flexing her rather large thighs, hiding the legs of 
her gym shorts. Grabbing the base of the tight undershirt, she tore the 
shirt as if it were paper, up as far as her breasts and tying the two 
pieces together, making what was left of the shirt look even tighter 
around her stiffening nipples. "...and I usually get what I want." She 
started flexing her abs. In one sweep she transformed what looked to be 
soft into a cut, hard six-pack of muscle. "You must like what you see," 
she said, crouching just inches over the erection in his shorts. "Feel 
them, Jack. They are as hard as the rock that make up some of the back 
roads in my home." She gently grabbed his hand and moved it close to her 
abs and even closer to the damp vee in her own shorts. 

Jack broke free and scurried up to his feet. "Hannie," he started in an 
edgy way, "I'm gonna ask this one more time. What do you want with me?" 
Just then, Jill walked in the room. She was to meet Miss Grimes, her 
coach for some advanced weight training. 

Jack saw Jill, but Hannie had her back to her. "Jack, it is evident, I 
want..." 

"You want what?" Jill returned. 

Hannie quickly turned around and faced Jill. "...To ask Jack if he'd go 
to the dance with me," she snapped back, stuffing her large body into 
her gym top. "I have heard it takes you Americans several weeks to get 
ready for these things," she said, snapping up her top. 

Jill stormed in and pushed her aside rather roughly. "Yeah? Well, I got 
news for you, sister." She stepped in real close to Jack, pressing her 
body against his erection. "He's going with me!" And she kissed him long 
and hard. Surprised at first, Jack finally moved his hands around Jill's 
buns and pulled her into him, falling into her embrace. 

"WHAT!" Hannie was shocked. "Is this true?" 

Jack broke the embrace and looked at Hannie square in the eyes. "Yeah, I 
guess so." 

Hannie angrily grabbed Jill, spun her around, pushed her aside, and 
looked at Jack. "You mean to say you would rather go out with 'Little 
Miss Muscles' here than me?" Hannie broke into an upper body pose that 
stretched the seams of her bodice to near bursting. 

Upon hearing this Jill stood up, cocked her fist, "LITTLE... You 
shameful hussy, I'll give you little," and launched herself at her 
opponent. 

Jack quickly grabbed Jill around her waist and flung her around. "What 
are you nuts?" he whispered. "If you're serious about the dance, fine, 
but let me try something." Jack then walked over to some strong looking 
rope and threw it down in front of the fuming girls. "There!" 

"There, what?" asked Jill 

"Yah," Hannie said angrily 

"A tug-of war," Jack said. "Whoever wins goes with me to the dance." 
Jack knew from Hannie's size that Jill would have no chance of winning 
in a fist fight, but where Hannie had upper body strength, Jill had it 
in her lower body and might be able to win. In any case, it would come 
out a draw and he'd have to decide. The two girls picked up the ends of 
the rope and pulled them tight. Muscles hardened and flared as Jack 
began the count. "One... Two... Thr--" 

"Okay, people," Jack's count was interrupted, "what's going on here?" 

"Miss Grimes," Jack and Jill said in unison. Jill let loose of the rope 
causing Hannie to fall with a loud 'THUD!'. 

At the age of 35, Miss Grimes weighed about 140 lbs. and had an 
extremely well toned muscular body. She could beat any of the strongest 
boys or girls in the school in almost anything (so the rumors had it), 
making her the most desirable single teacher in school. 

"No-Nothing, ma'am," Jill answered nervously, clearing her throat. 
"We're just trying to settle a score... I mean, a couple of 
differences." 

"Uh, huh," said the disbelieving teacher turning towards Hannie. "Is 
this true, Hannie?" 

"Yah," Hannie said, "it is true." 

 "Here, Hannie, give me your hand." Miss Grimes reaches her slim arm out 
and grabs Hannie, helping her up. All three kids are amazed as they 
watch the teacher's slim arm burst forth with a mass of muscle and 
veins. This gave Hannie the idea for one more chance to show off the 
size and mass of her own arms to Jack and Jill. 

After that little display, Miss Grimes assesses the situation once more, 
then sternly says, "Young man?" 

"Yes, Miss Grimes?" Jack answers. 

"Don't you have a class to go to?" She asks. He nods. "Then go shower 
and get to it." Jack leaves the room. 

"Now, you two," Miss Grimes said, "I'm not sure what this is all about, 
but now's not the time to settle scores. Especially not on my time." 

"You," Miss Grimes said steadfastly to Hannie. 

"Yah," Hannie, stood at attention. 

"I know you have a class to go to, so head for the shower and I'll talk 
to you later." Miss Grimes smiled as the big girl nodded and left the 
room. She then turned her attention to Jill. "Let's you and I have a 
little talk now," and she closed the door. 

Well, a unique situation arose out of this, and both girls agreed to let 
it lie after a meeting in the coaches office. There were still 
international tensions for the rest of the year. The dance went with on 
with out a hitch. Jack and Jill went together to the dance. As for 
Hannie, she went with Jack's best friend Tom, swearing (in her own 
language) that she would someday get even with that small American bitch 
that stole her Jack. 

Jack and Jill started going out since then. Since they were also on the 
Foreign Exchange committee, they saw Hannie off at the airport. "Jill, 
could I talk to you in private, please," Hannie asked politely. 

"Sure," Jill responded, "but we should make it quick, YOU don't want to 
miss YOUR flight, home." 

Out of Jack's sight and hearing range, Hannie rudely shoves Jill into a 
corner. "Hey!" she retorts, "You big bitch, watch it." 

"This isn't over yet, 'Miss Little America Muscle'." Hannie starts to 
slowly flex her arms, nearly ripping her sleeves and the seams to her 
blouse. "I will become bigger and stronger, and get my Jack back." 

Jill, not wavering, said, "Over my dead red, white, and blue ass. Come 
back in about twenty five years and we'll see." Jill then pushes Hannie 
away. Just then... 

"Hey, you two, let's go," Jack stepped around the corner. 

"Jack!" Hannie spoke first, "I was just saying good-bye to Jill." She 
reached over and gave Jill a bone crushing bear hug. "Someday, I'll be 
back." And then she dropped her. 

Hannie gave Jack a tight hug, pulling him into her, then gave him a 
kiss. "Goodbye, Jack, I'll write." 

"Jill?" she said vindictively, "we WILL meet again, someday," and 
grabbed her hand and started to squeeze it hard. 

Jill pulled her hand back, massaging it, "Is that all the strength you 
can muster?" Jack overheard this and raised an eyebrow at Jill's tone of 
voice. "I mean... have a safe trip home." 

Hannie boarded the plane. 

Later. 

"What was that all about?" Jack asked adamantly. 

"I'll explain it to you someday..." Jill's explanation was vague. "...in 
about twenty-five years," and she kissed him as they left the airport. 

That was twenty-five years ago. 

Part Two: A Kink in the Rope 

Things began to look good for Jack and Jill, since the day Hannie 
boarded for her long flight home. Jack lost his klutziness, not to 
mention his virginity. He did a three year stint in the military with an 
honorable discharge. With the use of his benefits, he went on to 
college, received his degree, bought a home, and married Jill. Jill went 
on to college after high school, received her degree in physical health 
and after marrying Jack went on to make a name for herself as a trainer 
to many of the local bodybuilding competitors. Hannie, well she returned 
home and had not been heard from since. 

It's now twenty five years later, and at Mt. Caleb Lodge, just outside 
town, people were gathering for an extraordinary weekend of fun and 
reminiscing. There was a wide variety of people at this reunion, some 
married, some single, now all shapes and sizes. This was to be the class 
reunion of the century. Jack felt a little apprehensive about going, but 
Jill talked him into it. At the reception that night, Jack looked around 
fearfully, ready to duck out at a moment's notice. Jill was feeling 
quite discomforted by this. "Jack, sweetheart," she cooed, "she's not 
coming. Hannie left with such a sour taste in her mouth when I first 
kissed you that no one's heard from her in over twenty years." She 
reached up and gave Jack a peck on the cheek. "Now relax and have some 
fun... Look, there's Tom." The couple walked over to the tall, balding, 
but slightly overweight man. 

"Tom!" Jack said cheerfully, "How's it goin' man? Put on a little 
weight, ain'tcha?" 

"Jack... Jill," Tom squeaked, "Wha... I mean, you're here!" Tom was very 
edgy as he leaned over to whisper in Jack's ear. "Jack, we've gotta talk 
in private." 

"Um... not to break up the camaraderie," Jill interjected, "Remember 
me?" 

"I'm sorry, Jill," Tom apologized, "I hear you made quite a name for 
yourself." 

"Well, you too, Mr. Big Business," Jill laughed "And it seems that 
you've been eating quite well," pointing at Tom's overhang. 

"That's because I have a great cook for a wife." Tom motioned to a 
rather athletic woman, who immediately came over to them. "This is my 
wife, Janemarie," Tom introduced his wife. "Damn good cook and a great 
mother. 

"So this is Jack and Jill," Janemarie observed. "You and I have 
something in common, Jane." 

"Really, what?" Jill inquired. 

"She's an athletic director at the local high school," Tom interjected. 
"Why don't you two go over to the bar and get yourselves a drink and 
talk. 

"Shall we?" Jill said. 

"Why not," Janemarie answered. 

As the two ladies left and met others of Jane's class, Jack turned, 
rather cross, to Tom. "Okay, Tom, why the act?" 

"Hannie," was all that Tom said. 

Jack looked around. "Hannie ain't been heard from in years." 

"That's just it!" Tom exclaimed. "I got a letter from her sister, saying 
she may just show up, looking for you." 

"So," Jack said shrugging his shoulders, "I've been married now for well 
over twenty years and Jill can take care of herself. 

"Thank you," Jill exclaimed her and several girlfriends walked over. "I 
hope I can." 

"Jack, several of the girls want me to go rock climbing with them up Mt. 
Caleb tomorrow morning," Jill said. "Do you mind?" 

"Sure," Jack smiled, "why not?" 

Jill snuggled her arm underneath Jack's nose and flexed her arm. 
Immediately, a chiseled bicep rose. "Good, it'll be worth it to do some 
stretching. 

Janemarie walked over to Tom and flexed an arm underneath his chin. "I'm 
going too, sweetheart." 

"I never said you couldn't," Tom said as he watched his wife's muscle 
bounce. 

Later on at the dance, Jack felt nervous, tripping over his own feet 
looking around for Hannie. Jill started to notice. "Jack," Jill began, 
"what's wrong?" 

"Nothing," Jack answered, "Let's go for a... you know... walk," and 
kissed Jill. 

"Why Jack," Jill exclaimed. 

Before they left, Tom pulled Jack off to side and said, "Don't forget." 
The couple said their goodnights, and proceeded out into the moonlight. 

After that, Tom went over to the bar. He watched as his wife mingled 
with some of Tom's classmates, then ordered a drink. "Jack's right," he 
started talking to himself, "Hannie won't show... it's been over..." 
Just then a rather large shadow crossed over Tom. 

"Hello, Thomas," rang a rich, deepened accented voice from the past. "It 
has been a long time." 

Tom put down his drink and uncomfortably turned around to see... 
"Hannie!" he squeaked. "What a, um, surprise." Tom felt himself go 
nauseous as he stared at her thickened body. "You're looking... good." 

"Yah, I have kept myself fit working on the farm," she said smiling. "I 
understand Jack is here with his little wife. Have you seen him?" she 
asked. 

"No," Tom lied, "No, I haven't." 

"Well, when you see him," she started, "tell him that a bigger and 
stronger Hannie is looking for him." 

"O-okay Hannie," Tom stuttered. 

"Thomas," she said, "let his woman know that I am looking forward to 
breaking her into two, with these." Hannie took an extremely deep 
breath, unseating several buttons on her blouse, exposing her more than 
ample cleavage, then began curling her arms. Tom couldn't believe what 
he saw when her thick arms rose barely above her large shoulders. For 
some reason he knew not to ask her if that was fat pushing up a menacing 
looking muscle in her upper arm or if it were real. Hannie lowered her 
arm and shook them, just as Janemarie came back over. "It was good to 
see you again, Thomas." 

"Thomas?" she asked. "Tom, who was that?" 

Tom ordered another drink, slammed it down, and ordered another one. 
"Janie," he said, "there goes about 250 lbs of trouble." Tom grabbed his 
wife by her thick shoulder and said, "Let's go upstairs and I'll explain 
it to you, BUT," he exclaimed, "you mustn't tell either Jack or Jill." 

"Sure, sweetheart," Janemarie said, "whatever you say." 

Jack, on the other hand, not aware of what happened in the bar, slept 
very fitfully. 

The next morning... "Good morning, sleepyhead." Jill, still wearing her 
teddy, knelt over Jack. "Did you sleep okay? You seemed very restless 
last night." 

"I'm fine... too much rich food, that's all," he said anxiously. 

"Jack, I told you last night, she's not here." Jill began to lower 
herself over Jack's growing crotch, rubbing it erotically. "Besides, if 
she does show up," she leans over and kisses him, "she don't know you 
from dust." 

Jack, feeling himself stirring under his wife, asks, "And if she does?" 

"Sweetheart," Jill says, "she'll have to contend with me..." Jill take a 
profoundly deep breath and throws her shoulders back, causing her ripped 
chest to force her already perky breasts out making her nipples rise 
winsomely, causing the tight fabric to stretch even more. She then 
brought her arms out, forming her hands into fists, and began curling 
her arms. They became very thick and sensual as her biceps, the size of 
baseballs, peaked above her shoulders and ripping her teddy as she does 
other posing for her husband. "...Jill of the Jungle." 

Tom just laughed as he rolled her over on her back. "Okay, jungle girl, 
get out of this one." 

Jill clasped her legs around Tom and rolled him back over, and the 
couple went at it. After which Jack fell back to sleep. 'Not bad,' Jill 
thought as she quietly dismounted her husband. She stopped in front of a 
mirror and did several poses. 'Nope, not bad at all. I'm ready for 
anything and anybody," and she headed off to the shower. 

After dressing and leaving Jack a note, Jill closed the door quietly and 
started off for the elevator. As the doors opened, Jill was almost 
bowled over by... "TOM!" 

"Jill," Tom exclaimed. "I'm sorry. Is Jack around?" 

"He's still asleep and I've got several women who want to scale Mt. 
Caleb," Jill said as she got on the elevator. "Bye." 

Tom waved as the door closed, then went on. 

> KNOCK KNOCK < 

"Yeah," Jack said as he got out of the shower, "Just a sec-" 

> THUMP THUMP < 

The knock got louder as Jack opened the door. A hysterical Tom opened 
and closed the door, barring the front. 

"All right, Tom," Jack said coolly, "What's up." 

"You can't go down today," Tom blurted. 

"And why not?" Jack scratched his head. "I thought I was going to be the 
anchor for the student/teacher tug-o-war today?" 

"Yeah, well, you can't," Tom retorted. "She's here and she'll find you." 

"Who will, what?" Jack asked confused. 

Tom came back with a single name, "Hannie!" 





	Confused Jack walked over to Tom, "Hannie...? She's here?" All Tom did 
was nod. "She's, here... at the reunion... Looking for me?" Tom nodded again 
as Jack ran the palm of his hand across his face in bewilderment. "What's she 
look like?"

	"Well," Tom started, "it has been 25 years, and everyone puts on a bit 
of weight in 25 years."

	"So, she's gained weight?" Jack asked gathering his leather work gloves.

	"Yeah," Tom fumbled, "she's big all right."

	"How big?" Jack asked, interests peaked.

	"Well," again Tom paused as he tried to find the right words, "she 
must've been on one of those Twinkie diets."

	"So," Jack asked again, "she's fat?"

	"No," Tom answered, "she's solid." Jack opened his mouth to ask another 
question, but Tom stopped him. "Look, bud," he said, "enough with the Twenty 
Questions, okay?" Jack nodded. "She came into the bar last night, after you 
and Jill left for the night," he paused, "and she was asking a lot of 
questions when she saw me. Then she flexed her arm, and something large rose." 
Tom's eyes grew wide with shock, "I'm not quite sure what it was, but it 
looked solid."

	"16 ounce curls can give anybody muscles," Jack laughed.

	"Yeah, but that's not all," Tom mumbled. "She said that she would have 
you, even if it meant breaking your woman in half."

	"Well," Jack sounded off confidently, "Jill's pretty solid too, and when 
the need arises she can handle herself, and me..." he paused, "I just gotta, 
uh, face Hannie with a smile and be honest," he smiled.

	"Okay," Tom seemed confused with Jack's statement. "What're we waiting 
for, let's go. It's your funeral," and they left for the lobby.

	Hannie was sitting in the bar, talking with pride about her two girls, 
who were almost as strong as their mother. All the while, she was toying with 
the strongest of her class, males and females, taking them on in both arm 
wrestling and drinking.

	"You see, my friends, living on and taking care of a farm has some 
advantages," she said as she threw out her rather large chest, her pectorals 
dancing, causing her sleeveless denim blouse to show signs of weakening. "You 
may not know this, for I did not, but I am ambidextrous." The difficulty was 
there, but she managed to get the word out.

	"How's that, Hannie?" asked one of the losers still rubbing his arm.

	Hannie stretched her left arm out and tightened it, showing a fair 
amount of definition. "I can wrestle with this arm," she began to slowly curl 
her arm, causing a hard mass to rise a bit, "and drink beer with the best of 
them with this one." She slowly curled her right arm and set the sweating beer 
mug on her biceps. She then grabbed the mug and chugged it like she was in 
college, and asked for another. "By the way, there has been a change in 
plans," she announced. "I will show off my great strength by taking the place 
of the teachers in the tug of war contest today." Everyone was awestruck by 
that. "I won fair and square in a contest earlier against them... Who will be 
your anchor for this contest?"

	No more than a split second later, someone in the lobby yelled, "Jack's 
here, we can start."

	"Jack?" The mere mention of his name caused her to grow hot and her 
nipples to distend to prominence. Hannie was the first one out of the bar.

	Outside, unaware of what had transpired earlier, Jack said, "Where are 
our opponents?" He looked up from examining the rope that lay across the 
shallow brook. "Where are the teachers?" he shouts.

	"Jack," one of his classmates walks over to him, "there are no 
teachers."

	"Huh," Jack said in a puzzled manner. "No teachers?" he said.

	"They lost earlier today."

	"What?" Jack seemed more confused now. "To who?"

	"Look over there," he said and pointed. "Her." At that moment, Hannie 
turned her broad body around.

	"Hello, Jack," she smiled. "It has been a long time.

	Jack turned around and became wide eyed as he noticed the size of the 
large breasted woman eyeballing him. "Hi... Hannie, you're, ah, you're looking 
good." Jack manages to choke out his greeting.

	"And you, yourself," Hannie says as she squares her densely packed 
shoulders, forcing her mammoth mammeries out obscenely. "So Jack, are you 
married? Where is your wife?"

	"Wife?" Jack inquires, nervously clearing his throat. "Oh, wife... you 
mean Jill?

	"Jill?" Hannie's inquisitiveness is peaked. "You mean to say you married 
'Little Miss American Muscles'?" she chuckled. "Where is she?"

	"She's taking a group of her female friends to scale Mt. Caleb." Jack's 
voice gets sterner.

	"Yeah," a voice from along the side interjects, "and she's not little 
anymore." It was Tom and a large crowd.

	"Thanks a lot, TOM!" an embarrassed Jack says, then turns his attention 
back to Hannie. "She's put on a few pounds, all muscle."

	Hannie nods pleasantly. "I too have put on a little weight," and gyrates 
her hips just enough to lower her tight denim dress slightly below her waist, 
showing off a seductive display of fat and muscle. "But after having two 
children and going through a divorce, who wouldn't?" She began to tighten her 
abs, showing off a set of muscles that are still solid, but not as etched. "As 
for the muscle..." she raised both arms, putting them behind her head, flexing 
her triceps and biceps while doing a lat spread that caused her sleeveless 
blouse's seams to rip ever so slightly, and force another button out of its 
place. "...You might say that raising children alone and owning a farm makes 
it inevitable."

	"Hey, Hannie," comes another voice from the growing crowd, "just how 
strong are you?"

	"How strong am I?" Hannie chortles. "Watch." Hannie straightens out one 
arm and begins to curl with all of her power. The cueball that rose daintily 
in high school was now replaced by a melon, erupting above her shoulder. She 
lowers her arm and signals to the awestruck crowd to join her over by a tree 
stump. "On my farm, I was not trained to pull out tree stumps like this using 
machinery..." She crouches down and gets a firm grip on the stump and began to 
yank it. Immediately, large chiseled muscles sprang up all over her body, 
causing seams to tighten and almost break from the strain. "...I was taught to 
use my muscle," she grunted as she tore the trunk out by its roots and tossing 
it aside as if it were a discarded toy. "There," she proudly says as she goes 
into a full body pose, as the crowd applauds. She arrogantly watches as the 
men reach down and adjust themselves as she showed off for them. Even Jack, 
who was preoccupied with the display, adjusted himself and Hannie caught it. 
"Jack, this is for you," she shouted as she did a slow and precise double 
biceps for him.

	"And now my friends, let us have some fun."

	Miss Grimes, who now was in her fifties and looked ever as muscular as 
she did twenty five years ago, examined and tested the rope. She blew her 
shrill coach's whistle, then said, "Okay folks, we're on my time now, let's do 
it.

	The sun was hot that day so Jack stripped off his shirt and tied it 
around his waist. This caught Hannie's eye. She walked over to him and dropped 
her gym bag to the ground. "Well, Jack, it is good to see you kept in peak 
physical health all these years. I want to show you something. Excuse me," and 
she proceeded to bend over.

	As Jack began watching Hannie's bunched leg muscles begin to stretch, 
Tom comes to see what's keeping Jack. "Come on, we're..." Tom stops and looks 
as well, "...waiting for... HEY!" Tom yells and gets jabbed in the side. 
"She's not wearing anything," he quietly whispers.

	"I noticed," Jack whispers back, "and that's scary."

	"Ah, here it is," Hannie turns around holding a well used leather weight 
belt. "Hello, Thomas, did you like my display?" Tom opened his mouth to 
answer, but Hannie cut him off. "No matter, I made this belt in a 
leathercrafting class years ago. It is, like me, smooth to the touch and 
rugged. " Both men examine and admire the craftsmanship put into the belt, but 
Jack became unsettled at what he saw stitched on the back of the belt.

	"Hannie and Jack?" Jack asked. Hannie nodded happily. "Hannie, I'm 
flattered," Jack said cautiously, "but I'm not going to give up Jill, come you 
or high water."

	"Very well, Jack," she says as she puts on the belt. "We shall see who 
gets who." Hannie goes to grab the rope as Jack and Tom begin to cross the 
creek. "And Thomas," Hannie calls out to Tom so only he can hear her, "I do 
not wear any underwear at any time." Upon hearing this, Tom trips and falls 
into the cold creek water.

	Jack pulls his friend out of the water and asks laughingly, "What'd she 
say to you?"

	"Nothing... nothing at all," Tom's voice was disdaining. "But I'll tell 
you one thing; something smells fishy, and I'm not talking about what's 
between her thighs."

	"All rightie, then," Miss Grimes yells. "You all know the rules: last 
man or woman standing wins. The middle of Hiram Creek is our dividing line. 
Now, when I count to three..."

	As she continues to talk, Jack grabs the rope taut and leans over to 
Tom. "You're right, something ain't right and I hope Jill don't catch wind of 
it."

	* * *

	"Whew! What's that smell?" Janemarie said, crinkling her nose as she 
caught her breath from the climb.

	"Just a minute, Jane," Jill said as she helped the last of her team up 
and over on to the plateau. "Umph! Becky, you really need to come and see me 
sometime and start working out."

	"Thanks, Jill, maybe I will," she said politely. Becky, who was the 
captain of the girls rugby team in high school is now a mother of three and 
has tried to keep her figure but couldn't. "WOW!" Becky exclaimed as she saw 
the double head of Jill's biceps come to the surface covered with a intricate 
system of veins. "I can't believe the size of your muscles." Becky's eyes grew 
as Jill's whole arm exploded with muscle.

	Jill blushed at the sound of her comment. "Well, that's what sixteen 
years of training can do for you." Jill proudly raised and lowered her arms 
for her gathering classmates, pushing her sleeves back as the mound of muscle 
became more swollen with every movement. Just then at her last pump, Jill felt 
a single finger run over her hardened member.

	"Pardon me there, 'Ms Hardmuscle.'" It was Janemarie, still holding her 
nose. "But weren't you going to tell me what that smell is?"

	"Okay, you guys, we'll meet you over at the picnic table in a minute," 
Jill said as she turned from her admiring crowd and wrapped and arm around 
Janemarie's neck. "That, My Dear Friend Tom's Wife, is Veronica Swamp," she 
points out. "It use to feed Hiram Creek, until the military decided to use it 
for a toxic landfill."

	"I see," Janemarie nodded her head, "and nothing grows there anymore, 
right?"

	"Wrong," Jill corrected. "In the plus two miles of 'Ronnie' Swamp, there 
is vegetation and that's about it."

	"Smells like something one of your classmates was drinking last night at 
the bar," Jane says as she fans the air about her.

	"Oh really?" Jill asked suprisingly. "Who?"

	"Let me think," Janemarie scratched her head, thinking, and then... 
"Hannie," she smiled, so pleased that she could remember the name.

	"Hannie," Jill choked with surprise. "Then she is here."

	"Yeah," Janemarie answered, "kinda cute in her own way, probably could 
stand to lose a bit of weight," she paused. "But it seemed she was more 
interested in you and Jack. Tom said she could be big trouble."

	"Uh, huh," agreed Jill, "BIG trouble." Jill bit her lower lip. "Um, 
Janie, do me a favor?" she asked. "Have Becky or one of the other girls show 
you where the road is, and take them down. I'll meet you guys later at the 
lodge." She then went back over the side of the cliff.

	"And where are you going?" Janemarie asks

	"To keep my husband out of trouble." Jill begins to rappel down the 
cliff with the grace and speed of an army ranger.

	* * *

	"...Three!" yells Miss Grimes, and the contest was on.

	"This is no fun," Hannie cries as she watches her classmates fall one by 
one into the creek and scurry off. "How can this be so? Big, strong men being 
beat by a frail female...? Ah, I know how." Hannie wraps the rope securely 
around her left arm, and begins to curl her freed up right, causing her 
immensely thick biceps to rise to the occasion. "You see, you men need more of 
this." She flexes her arm once more slowly, and as she does, a crackling noise 
can be heard as large veins begin to surface. "All this growth has made me 
extremely hot," she says as she reaches over and kisses and licks her biceps 
as she observes more classmates drop like flies.

	"She's really full of it," Tom grunts.

	"Yeah, but pride goeth before the fall," Jack answers. "Now listen to 
me: Plant your feet and use that extra weight you got and pull."

	Hannie was jerked back to reality as she feels herself move ever so 
slightly. With both hands on the rope and her feet again firmly planted, she 
begins to perspire heavily as she feels her muscles burn. 'Who has such 
strength to make my muscles burn like this?' she thinks, then looks up. 
"Thomas," she hisses, "this can only mean one thing..." She plants her feet 
and flexes her large thighs, ripping the seam of her denim skirt a bit, then 
lowers her breathing, forcing her chest to push her mammoth, boulder size 
breasts out. "Hello, Thomas, are you ready to play."

	Tom begins to feel intimidated as he is pulled closer and closer to the 
female Goliath, her arms now covered with sweat and veins, seeming to grow 
larger with each passing pull. "Don't do it, Tom!" Jack yells as he feels the 
rope drag. "She's not as strong as she looks."

	"Oh, yeah," Tom cries in pain, "you deal with Godzilla's little sister 
then. I can't hold on."

	"Come to me, Thomas," Hannie says as she pulls Tom into the creek.

	"Hello, Jack."

	Jack, drenched in his own sweat, shouts at Hannie. "Okay, Hannie, it's 
me and you, and I ain't giving up." Jack begins to pull with an incredible 
reserve of strength, his mind focused only on one thing. 'Jill, where are 
you?'

	"I see you have kept yourself fit and sound over the years. This is 
good," Hannie called. "You will be a good husband and father."

	"I told you once, Hannie," he shouted back, "I'm already married and I 
love my wife." Jack began to feel his strength ebb as his muscles began to 
feel like they were on fire.

	"You mean, you were happily married," Hannie says as she catches her 
second wind. "I will break her, then you will be mine and I will show you the 
love of a true woman."

	'Oh, shit,' Jack thought, 'I'm losing my footing.' Jack's worst fears 
were realized as felt his feet move. Every muscle in his body was on fire as 
he reached down deep for more strength and Hannie's size became more evident. 
This was his last chance. Both contestants feet came dangerously close to the 
edge of the water, and then it happened. Jack tripped over an exposed root and 
fell into the creek. As he fell forward, Hannie fell backwards into the sand, 
landing spread eagle, exposing herself to Jack who was wiping the water out of 
his eyes.

	"Well, Jack, I am ready for you," and with that, she lowered her hand to 
her pantiless crotch and began to masterbate. Jack couldn't catch his breath 
as he smelled the pungent odor of her heat. She stood up after almost bringing 
herself to an orgasm. She sniffed her two fingers, then scooped Jack up with 
her right arm. "Come here, lover boy." She raised him up to her lips and 
passionately kissed him. As he struggled, Hannie forcefully grabbed his hand 
and put it underneath her small bikini top and coerced him into fondling her 
stiffened nipple. When he realized what was happening, he wriggled out of her 
grip and fell to the ground. "I see now, Jack, you are ready for me," she 
said, lustfully gazing at the quivering bulge in his shorts. "I cannot wait 
either," and began to lower herself on him.

	Jack began to cringe as he watched her lower her massive thighs above 
his erect member. A loud rip could be heard as the seams of her skirt split. 
She kept getting lower. "Hannie, no, for the love of God, not here," Jack 
screamed as her love juices dripped.

	Just as all looked bleak for Jack, Jill burst out of the woods. Her eyes 
narrowed in anger as she grabbed the rope. "Bitch, get your skanky ass away 
from my man," and she snapped Hannie's large ass. Hannie fell forward, then 
rolled off of Jack. "I told you once before, you fat cow, you'll take Jack 
over my dead, red, white, and blue ass."

	 "I think, my dear," she said rubbing her butt, "that can be arranged."

	And Hannie stood up.


  Hannie stood up to her whole height and weight. Her breathing 
slowed with every angry breath and she flexed as much muscle as she 
could. "I will tell you one thing, 'Little Muscle Girl'", she said. 
"I may be overweight, but I am pure muscle." Her rigid muscles began 
to grow and bulge. Things were so quiet you could hear a pin drop. 
Hannie growled very quietly as she went into a crab flex, causing 
her muscles to inflate and become very striated. The bigger she 
grew, the more strain she put on the seams of her heavy blouse 
until, with a resounding 'RIP' that pierced the silence, the 
shredded material fell to the ground. "I am all muscle," Hannie 
proclaimed, as her musculature took on a size that would intimidate 
the largest bodybuilders of both sexes. 

  Even Jill felt a bit intimidated as she watched muscles and veins 
pop up over Hannie's hulking body. If it weren't for the fact of 
what she saw coming out of the woods, even she would have backed 
down. Jill was fueled with adrenaline and ready for a fight, but was 
she ready for this one?

  With rope in hand, Jill walked over boldly to the tall massively 
muscled woman, stood up straight, squared her shoulders, and moved 
in really close. "Okay, you oversized excuse for a female gorilla," 
Hannie cocks an eyebrow and puts her hands on her hips. "No one 
leaves until one of us is mortally wounded or dead." Jill spat and 
poked Hannie rather hard in one of her oversized breasts. Jill, then 
pushed Hannie, but to no avail.

  Hannie just stood there and smiled, not feeling the least bit 
concerned. She took an extremely deep breath, expanding her already 
large bosoms and pushing her bikini top to the limit. "You have 
excited my nipples," she said. "They are as hard as my muscles." 
Jill scowled. Hannie spoke up again. "Let us make this a contest of 
female strength... say, a tug of war... and who ever wins will take 
Jack as her rightful prize." Hannie grinned. "May the best woman 
win... Me!" She strectched her muscular hand out to Jill.

  "Kiss my ass," Jill sneered and flexed her own arm, forging a 15" 
ball of steel.  

  "We shall see," Hannie said as she crossed to the other side, 
stopping midstream to show off her powerful triceps and back. She 
released her pose and crossed one arm in back and grabbed the end of 
her torn skirt, exposing one of her bowling ball size glutes. After 
flexing her thighs a couple of times causing her glute to do the 
same, she planted a kiss on it, chortling, "We shall see," and 
continued to head for the other side. Jill waited till Hannie was on 
the other side before throwing her the rope, which Hannie daintily 
picked up. Jill grabbed her end of the rope, put it around her 
waist, and got a good grip as well as a good foot hold. 

  Miss Grimes, who was among the crowd watching, walked up and, like 
back in high school, spoke up as referee. "Okay, ladies, you know 
the rules, so when I count to three..."

  "Miss Grimes," Hannie interrupted. "What you are saying is that 
when you count three, we are to give a little tug like this?" 
Hannie, with one hand, yanked the rope enough to slightly dislodge 
Jill from her position. "Oh, I am sorry Jill," Hannie chuckled 
wickedly. "It will NOT happen again."

  "No more foolin' around, ladies." Miss Grimes took control once 
more. "You're on my time now." She then nodded to both women, both 
nodding back respectively. "ONE!" Miss Grimes shouted as she raised 
a finger on both hand. "TWO!" Hannie stood there nonchalantly 
holding the rope while Jill positioned herself firmly.

  "THREE!" Hannie shouted and, with one good tug, singlehandedly 
jerked the rope, catching Jill off guard and pulling her into the 
water, head first. The small crowd began to grow as a dazed Jill 
tried to stand up. Hannie calmly walked over to her. "Jill, I am 
very sorry I did this to you," and reaches out a meaty hand. "Here, 
let me help you UP." Before Jill could say anything, Hannie roughly 
grabbed her arm, squeezing and pulling with such force as to almost 
dislocate it. Hannie pulled Jill into her waiting cleavage, trying 
to smother her with wave after wave of forced strength from her 
pecs. "You will submit, or I will suffocate you and crush every bone 
in your puny body." With that, Hannie proceeded to give Jill a bear 
hug.

  Jill managed to get her head out of the deadly vise Hannie had 
created. "NEVER!" Jill shouted, gasping for air. "I'll never... 
submit... to a slug like... you!"

  "So be it." Hannie began to roll and flex her muscles, squeezing 
and shaking Jill as if she were a rag doll in a Midwestern tornado. 

  "ARRGH!" Jill cried in pain. 'Must break free, before ribs get 
broken,' Jill thought, 'must try and flex.' While kicking and 
screaming, Jill made two fists and began to curl her arms with all 
her strength, until she felt Hannie's arms begin to weaken. "Just, 
mmmmphh, one... more... time!" Jill flexed for all she was worth, 
forcing her biceps to grow until... "THERE!" Jill broke free and 
fell to the ground. "She just ain't whistling Dixie when she said 
she wanted to hurt me," Jill told one of her alumni as she was 
helped back to her feet.

  About that time, Janemarie and the rest of the climbing party 
showed up and and saw what had happened. It was Becky (captain of 
the rugby team back in high school) who took charge. "Get that big 
bitch, girls." The way she was running, she looked like a locomotive 
that had just gotten up a head of steam. "I'll go high, the rest of 
you go low."  

  Janemarie was amazed at how this pudgy housewife had suddenly 
changed into General Patton. "Okay, girls, you heard her, let's go."

  Becky took a flying leap landing on Hannie's back and, with a 
burst of raw power, began beating on Hannie's brawny shoulders. "You 
oversized elephant," she screamed at Hannie, "why not pick on 
someone your own size?" Becky continued to pummel Hannie until she 
was felled with help from the others.

  Jack, who had been fighting his way through the crowd, finally 
made his way over to Jill and proceeded to gently help his lady up 
and carry her off.

  "Jack?" Jill looked up.

  "Yeah, Honey, it's me," Jack said, carrying her off. "We're 
getting you out of here before you get killed."

  "But Hannie..." Jill tried to smile.

  "Hannie's being dealt with," Jack answered back. "See?" He turned 
his wife around to see Hannie being put down by the sheer numbers of 
her friends.

  Then the ground began to rumble, and Hannie stood up like an 
exploding volcano, flexing her leg muscles in meteoric succession, 
causing everyone hanging on to her except Becky to fly everywhere. 
"That is it," she said irritated. "It is time to get this monkey off 
of my back." With that, Hannie arched her back, flexing muscles 
until she could feel Becky's grip weaken. With one more burst of 
power, Becky was thrown backwards to the ground. Hannie quickly 
turned around and, with one hand, picked up her dazed antagonist by 
her throat. "My dear," Hannie said, belittling the dangling Becky, 
"do you know how strong an elephant is?" She began making a fist 
with her right hand and slowly curling her thick arm. "When an 
elephant hits you with its full power, you may not wake up for a 
long time," she said. Struggling, Becky watched in horror as a 
muscle the size of a bowling ball rose from Hannie's arm. "Say 
goodbye, Rebecca," Hannie said, as she pulled her fist back.

   Seeing this, Jill turned to Jack. "Jack, she's my friend... I 
can't let this happen to her." She then hopped off Jack's shoulder 
and gave him a peck on his cheek.

  "JILL!" Jack shouts. "For Christ's sake, be careful, please!" 
Jack's eyes begin to tear.

  "HANNIE, NO!" Jill screamed. "This is between you and me," she 
said, leaping, barely catching Hannie's swinging fist. Hannie 
dropped Becky to the ground, and completed the swing, throwing Jill 
to the ground and stunning her.

  Jill got up and shook off the fall. She started running towards 
Hannie, fist cocked. 'If I remember right,' she thought to herself, 
'she's got a glass stomach.' Hannie saw Jill coming, swinging her 
fist. At that moment Hannie tensed her abs as Jill hit her with all 
her might. "YE-OWWW! My hand," she screamed with intense pain as her 
fist just bounced back. Hannie just stood there and laughed, tensing 
her abdominals even harder.

  Hannie's mocking laughter turned into an angry snarl. "Now it is 
my turn, to see how hard you are."
With almost lightning speed, the brutish amazon made a fist and hit 
Jill in her midsection, doubling her over and knocking her several 
inches in the air.

  Jack hurried over to his downed spouse. "C'mon, I'm getting you 
outa here, NOW!" He tried to help her up, but got pushed out of the 
way.

  "I'm okay... really," Jill said, still doubled up. "I just got the 
wind knocked out of me; that's all." She then reached up and kissed 
him gently on his cheek. "Now, please move back, Jack, so you won't 
get hurt."

  "Yes, dearest Jack," said an ominous shadow. "I would hate to see 
you get hurt." Jack cautiously backed away, as Hannie lowered 
herself down to Jill, grabbing the hair on the crown of her head, 
forcing her to look up. "Jill, I will never understand the American 
libido," Hannie angrily said, jerking Jill's head. "Why not just 
give up and end this now?"

  "Fuck you, you boar-tit," Jill hisses.

  "Very well," Hannie said, "but a boar does not have tits." Hannie 
forcibly lowered Jill's head dangerously close to her own. "But I 
do." Using extreme pectoral muscle control, Hannie began to pummel 
Jill's face with her tits; first the right, then the left, jabbing 
her with bullet-like nipples, until one eye was blackened and almost 
swollen shut. Then she threw her violently to the ground. Hannie 
then inflated her breasts to almost the size of hard beach balls. 
Holding her last breath, Hannie began dropping her breasts on Jill's 
head repeatedly until it looked like she had nailed the battered 
woman into the ground. "This is exhilarating," Hannie said as she 
began to play with her swollen nipples, "but let's see what you can 
do down HERE!" Hannie savagely placed Jill's head between her thighs 
and began rubbing Jill's face in her juices. "Eat me," Hannie yelled 
passionately until she released herself over Jill's battered face. 
Jill managed to squirm out, landing face first in the dirt. "Very 
good. Maybe I should keep you around for just such a predicament," 
Hannie says breathlessly.

  "Get bent, Hannie," Jill says as she spat the juices and the dirt 
she'd fallen into from her lips.

  "Hannie, Look..." Jack came over and was in tears, "look, do what 
you want with me, just leave my Jillie alone, please."

  "Why, Jack," Hannie stood and walked over to Jack, "how noble!"

  Jill finally stood up and started hobbling over towards the 
couple. "Like I said, bitch," she screamed, "you leave my old man 
alone!"

  Hannie quickly reached out with her left arm, not even looking, 
and grabbed Jill around her throat. "Excuse me, my beloved," she 
said to Jack, then turned to a suspended Jill. "Jill," she snarls, 
"you have been a pain in my side for years." Hannie began to make a 
fist, very slowly with her right hand. Jill started to struggle more 
as she heard Hannie's knuckles crack and saw her arm begin to tense 
and bulge larger then before.

  Tom, who was caring for his own wife, made his way up to Jack. 
"Jack," he said, out of breath, "Janie'll be okay... how's Jill do--
" Tom stopped as Jack pointed. "...oh, my, God."

  "Jill, it is pointless for you to struggle," she said as she 
brought her arm up and slowly began to flex her arm. "Listen to 
that... pure power." Jill stopped resisting for a minute and began 
listening as Hannie's biceps grew. As it peaked, thick and full 
above her shoulder, Hannie cocked her head and grinned. "Only the 
strong survive. Say goodbye, Jill." Hannie released Jill and hit her 
with a right uppercut to the jaw, sending her sailing.

  "JILL!" Jack screamed.

  "JACK..." Tom yelled as he saw Hannie take a deep breath, then 
head for Jack. "...RUN!