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June 29, 2006 at 10:23 pm #33775
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Participant(This was a story that originally appeared on DtV. I always wanted to write the next part and I finally got around to it. But first reread this part of the story so you can get up to speed. I'll post the second part in a bit. – Rick)
The Necklace
A strange artifact is uncovered on … a softball field?
Some days, this job really sucks, the man thought to himself
as he watched about thirty kids playing softball. His name was
Mike Green. He was a substitute teacher putting in his time as a
PE coach. It wasn't that he disliked teaching. Actually he was
pretty good at it and hoped to find a full time job somewhere
soon. Hopefully teaching fourth graders, or even first graders.
Anything but junior high. But you go where they need you. And you
put up with it.Today he was standing outside enjoying the fresh spring air
and suffering through another period of 9th grade PE. He had been
teaching this class for the last four days and he was glad that
tomorrow was the last day. It's not that the kids are so bad,
individually. But get them together and their hormones go wild.
And the boys, was I this big of a jerk in 9th grade, he wondered?The boys were constantly challenging the girls in softball,
or any other sport for that matter. Maybe because it wasn't that
long ago that the girls could beat them in sports. But by 9th
grade the advantage was definitely towards the boys. These boys
are shaving, their bodies developing manly muscles. But since 9th
grade is still part of the junior high, they still act like little
kids around their female counterparts.The girls are developing by this time, too. And they love
the attention that the boys give them. So they usually agree to
play girls against boys in PE. Which usually ends up in a
slaughter. And that is no fun for anyone. Especially for the poor
sub.The game was progressing as it had every day that week. The
girls could barely get any baserunners while the boys had easily
scored about twenty runs. With amazing ease, they knocked the ball
over the heads of the girls in the field or took advantage of
throwing mistakes as they rounded the bases. The girls,
unaccustomed to running with their newly developed breasts and
wider hips, seemed to be playing in slow motion. To make matters
worse, the boys always made fun of the girls and the way they ran
or threw the ball.Mike constantly looked at his watch hoping the period would
end soon and this mockery could stop. It was the last period he
had to teach that day and he was beat. He wished these girls could
play better, could show these arrogant boys a thing or two. And he
wished that some of these girls would show even a little bit of
interest in the game. Most of them chatted about classes and boys
and dating. Others just sat and stared. And one girl was busily
digging in the grass behind the backstop."Melinda!" Mike shouted at the digger, "You're up next,
let's go!"The girl rose from the ground and walked casually up to the
teacher. She was holding something dirty in her hand. "Hey, mister
sub-guy, here," she handed Mike a small metal object on a thin
chain. "I found it buried back there. It might belong to someone."
She squinted up at the teacher through incredibly thick glasses
which made her blinking eyes look twice as large as they really
were."Okay, I'll turn it in at the office after school. Now grab
a bat and warm up." he ordered the girl. Without another thought
he slipped the object into the pocket of his shorts.Melinda grabbed a small bat that fit her hand well and took
some practice swings. Just then the girl at bat swung with all her
might and knocked the ball slowly back to the pitcher. He scooped
it up and laughed as he teased the batter with the ball. Then he
stuck out the same foot as his throwing arm, imitating the way the
girls were throwing, arched his back, and tossed the ball to first
base easily beating the girl."Two outs!" Mike shouted. "And knock off the teasing Will,
or I'll put you into right field! Okay, next batter!" He shoved
his hands into his pockets out of exasperation and started
fingering his keys and that metal thing. "I wish each of these
girls were as strong as these boys and could play ball like they
do," he whispered to himself, "then we'd take their egos down a
notch."For what seemed like a minute, but was really just a second,
there was a strange silence. It fell over the field and the
players like a soft blanket. But as quickly as it came, it was
gone. The boys started moving in when they saw who was up. Melinda
shook her head and blinked her 'fish eyes' several times. She
seemed to be slightly dizzy."You okay, Melinda?" Mike yelled.
She feebly waved her hand to let him know that she was
alright and then stepped to the plate. Slowly some of the girls
looked up from their conversations and moved toward the backstop."C'mon Melinda, get a hit," one encouraged.
"Let's go Melinda, you can do it," another joined in.
Melinda watched as the first pitch sailed over her head. She
had an advatage that not only was she the skinniest girl in class,
she was one of the shortest and it took a while for the pitcher to
adjust to her height."Thata girl, Mel, wait for a good one!" more girls were
joining the chorus."Good eye! Good eye!"
Mike realized that almost all the girls were now watching
Melinda bat. They were taking an interest in the game! He joined
the others, "Okay Melinda, just make a connection."The second pitch was right in there for a strike but Melinda
caught a piece of it and fouled it back. Mike was surprised at the
swing. It looked like Melinda was really trying to hit the ball.The boys in the infield began taunting the small red-haired
girl, trying to get her flustered. But her concentration just
increased all the more.The next pitch was again coming in just perfectly when
Melinda swung. The sound of the hit echoed through the field. The
dumbfounded pitcher could only stare in amazement as the ball
streaked over his head out of reach of his outstretched glove.
Melinda, shocked by her hit, stood at home plate watching it sail
into the outfield and over the fielder's head as well."RUN!!" several girls shouted, trying to animate their team
mate.With a hesitation, Melinda dropped the bat and took off for
first. The outfielder was still chasing the ball, so the girl
coaching first base waved her on to second. By the time Melinda
reached the bag, the ball was just coming in to the infield. She
held on second, ecstatic for the first double she had ever hit."Let's go girls!" shouted one of the normally quiet girls as
she picked up a bat, "If Mel can get a hit, so can we!"She walked confidently to the plate and waited for a pitch
in the strike zone, then laced a lined drive over third base
advancing Melinda to third while she waited at first."Way to go, Sherry!" shouted an exuberant Mike. He turned to
the others excitedly, "Okay, who's up next?"The next girl got a good solid hit between first and second
which scored Melinda and got Sherry to second. Next was another
shot down the middle that almost took the pitcher's hand off. He
couldn't react in time as the girls seemed to be running faster
and faster with each batter.Then Gabby came to bat. She was obviously the most athletic
girl in the class. Mike had admired the way she swung the bat and
run all week long. If only she could get a hit and extend this
unbelievable streak of good luck, he thought. He wasn't sure, but
as he looked at Gabby's back, it seemed like he could actually see
the muscles in her back and shoulders bunch and flex as she
prepared to swing. Nervously, and without talking to each other,
some of the boys were backing up. All of their boisterous bravado
seemed to have faded in the last few minutes.The first pitch was a little wobbly as the pitcher was still
shaken from the last play and fell well in front of the plate. The
next pitch was slightly better, almost reaching Gabby's front
foot. The pitcher shook out his arm as a couple of boys encouraged
him.The next pitch was perfect. The pitcher knew it. The catcher
knew it. And Gabby knew it, too. Muscles that had been tensed in
her back and shoulders exploded with power as she twisted her body
into the swing. She gripped the bat like a vice as her forearms
swelled with the effort. The ball shot off the bat like a bullet
and arched higher and higher to the outfield. The unfortunate boy
who was covering that area began to race backwards as he realized
that the ball was still climbing as it passed his position.He continued running away from the diamond as fast as his
legs could carry him as the girls jubilantly raced around the
bases. By the time the outfielder had retrieved the ball, Gabby
was crossing home plate with her arms raised in exultation. With
whoops and cheers, the girls all gave her 'high fives' and patted
her on the butt. Finally the ball rolled into the infield as the
stunned boys stared gloomily at the ground.Mike was stunned by the turn-around in the girls' attitudes
and achievements. But just as quickly as it had come, the ecstatic
moment passed. The next girl up hit a high foul ball that was
pulled in by the first baseman, and the inning was over.But the girls were out on the field before all the boys
could run in. The infielders were scooping up practice grounders
and practicing the throw to first. The outfielders were running
under impossibly high flies that the others were throwing. The
pitcher was zeroing in on the strike zone with deadly accuracy.
They were psyched and ready for the boys.The first boy up hit a lazy grounder to shortstop, which she
easily stopped and threw to first in time to get the runner. Then
Zeke came up to bat. He was a big kid and by far the strongest boy
in the school. He wasn't about to be shown up by some girls when
it came to hitting home runs. The first pitch was right in his
favorite area and he blasted it. With arms raised he trotted
towards first base. The ball sailed over the outfielder's head and
continued to roll for quite a ways. All of the boys were hooting
and hollering his praises as he rounded first base. Suddenly the
ball came whistling in from the outfield and smacked into the
second basesman's glove. Realizing that he might be tagged out,
Zeke scrambled back to first as fast as he could, barely reaching
it safely before the ball came whizzing over his head into the
first baseman's mitt.Zeke was stunned that the girl could throw that hard and
that fast. That should have been an easy homerun. He dusted off
his hands and got ready to run to second. He wasn't going to take
it easy on these girls anymore, he decided. Now he was going to
get rough.The next boy hit a hard, bouncing ball to third base. Sherry
was playing there. She expertly handled the ball and threw a quick
pass to Gabby on second, who tagged the base and prepared to throw
to first for the double play. But Zeke, realizing that he had no
chance of getting to the base before the throw, folded his arms in
front of himself and ran straight at Gabby, trying to break up the
double play.As Gabby turned to throw, the large boy barreled into her.
But Zeke, all two hundred pounds of him, bounced off the slender
girl and sprawled backwards on the ground nearly unconscious from
the collision. Gabby, surprised that she was not knocked over,
couldn't throw to first in time to get the double play. But her
surprise soon boiled into anger at the big kid."What the hell do you think you're doing, you big stupid
asshole!" Gabby stood over the stunned boy shouting at the top of
her lungs, "You could have killed me!"Zeke, still reeling from his run in with the girl, staggered
to his feet just about the time Mike got to the two of them. He
initially thought that Gabby was the one who need help. But he was
startled to see that she was only shaken up."Alright you two. You're both on the bench. You for
profanities," he pointed to the still fuming Gabby, "and you for
unsafe behavior," he said to Zeke as he helped him back the the
side of the field.Gabby threw down the ball and glove and stomped off the
field, far away from where Zeke was stretched out."Let's go, kids!" Mike shouted, "Class isn't over yet! Next
batter!"One of the other girls moved over to second base and the
next boy came to bat. He hit a long fly out to right field where
Melinda was playing. It bounced in front of her and she fielded it
perfectly. But instead of throwing it in to second base, like she
normally would have, she fired it to first, trying to beat the
runner.The ball was a blur as it sped through the air. It found its
mark perfectly with a loud whap as it made contact with the
leather mitt. The girl playing first didn't even seem to notice
how hard the ball had come in. She kept her right foot planted on
the base and the runner was out by at least a yard."Yer outta there!" Mike yelled as he made signaled the boy
out. He couldn't believe the speed and accuracy of Melinda's
throw. He couldn't believe how into the game the girls had gotten
in just the last few minutes. Their excitement was contagious and
he was loving the fact that the girls were finally out-playing the
boys.The entire girls' team whooped and yelled as they ran in to
take their turn at bat. The next few minutes passed quickly for
the girls and Mr. Green, but they seemed like an eternity to the
boys. Every girl that came to the plate either slammed the ball
solidly through the infield or smashed it over their heads. The
farther the boys backed up, the farther the balls seemed to fly.As Melinda came to bat, Mike noticed that it was alomst time
to head in to the locker rooms. "Last batter," he called out the
delight of the boys and the chagrin of the girls.Melinda decided to put everything she had into this one. The
girls had nearly caught up to the boys but there was no chance of
catching them. So Melinda had nothing to lose. Mike was surprised
by the amount of power that the small girl put into her swing. The
ball shot off the bat and headed toward the outfield. Damn, Mike
thought to himself, even Mark McGuire couldn't hit a softball that
far!Even though he was already deeper than he had ever played
before, the fielder knew that he wasn't out nearly far enough. He
took off running with a vague hope of catching the fly ball, but
as it passed over him he slowed to a jog, now just hoping that he
could get the ball some time before school ended.Melinda raced around first base. Then she caught sight of
how far she had hit it. She, too, slowed to a jog. Before she
reached home half of the boys had deserted the field and headed
in, totally dejected. Only the girls were left to cheer on Melinda
as she crossed the plate. The girls helped collect the bats,
balls, and gloves and walked back to the dressing rooms. Their
excited chatter could be heard through the wall in other locker
room where the boys dressed quietly, still shocked by the sudden
turn around and obvious ease that the girls had displayed as they
punched one home run after another.School ended as the kids poured out of their respective
locker rooms. The girls were still flying high, feeling like they
ruled the school. The boys, still quiet, stayed to themselves, got
their books quickly, and dispersed for home. Mike Green picked up
various towels and articles of clothing left behind by the boys,
then went into the hallway between the gym and the locker rooms to
lock up the equipment closet. After some mundane paperwork, he was
ready to head for home himself.Home for Mike was a tiny one bedroom apartment in a nearby
town. He stopped by for a fast food feast at a local drive
through. He thought once or twice about going to a local gym where
his parents had bought a him a membership after graduation. Mike
had worked out some during his college days, but he was no
fanatic. He had studied basic fitness and anatomy as part of his
teaching preparation, so he knew how to get around a gym or teach
a PE class without looking like a complete idiot. He kept his 6'2"
body in pretty good shape, although he had been missing a lot of
exercise lately. But tonight, he was too tired to move much. He
hunkered down for an exciting evening of surfing – channel surfing
and net surfing, that is. He crawled into bed sometime in the wee
hours of the morning, glad that tomorrow would be his last day as
a PE sub.Mike arrived early the next day, picked up his keys at the
front office and started preparing for another day as 'Coach
Green.' He looked through the sketchy lesson plans and went to the
equipment closet to check on what was available. While he was
standing knee-deep in hulahoops and basketballs, he heard the door
close behind him."Oh good, I've finally found you, coach," Melinda calmly
said as she finished closing the door."Um … it's Melinda, right?" Mike was visibly uncomfortable
being cornered by a student, especially a female student. "You're
in my last period class, aren't you? I didn't recognize you with
out your glasses." Indeed, she looked quite different without
them. In fact she had a very pretty face. "What do you need?""I need to show you something and ask you a question," she
replied."Per … perhaps we should step outside," Mike offered as he
attempted to walk past her and open the door.Melinda placed one hand on the door and held it closed
despite Mike's tugging, "I don't think so, coach. This will only
take a minute, and I want the privacy."Mike's face was becoming beet red, not only from the
exertion of trying to pry the door open but also from the
possibility of being caught in a compromising position with a
student. All the same, he redoubled his efforts to open the door."Give it up coach, you'll never get past me until I let
you," Melinda still spoke with calm tones as if she were totally
in control of the situation. "You don't realize what you're up
against, do you? Well here, let me show you."June 30, 2006 at 12:19 am #33776Participant(Part 1 continued)
With that, Melinda easily pushed Mike away from the door and
back to the center of the room. Then she unzipped the extremely
baggy jacket that she was wearing and peeled it off so quickly
that Mike couldn't stop her. He was about to shout 'NO' and pull
her jacket back on, when he was struck silent by what he saw.Melinda was wearing only a sports bra under her jacket that
was presently being stretched to its limit trying to contain the
young girl's physique. It was not that her breasts were all that
large, although they were nicely sized for a girl her age, it was
that every inch of her upper body was covered in thick, rippling
muscle. Mike looked in awe as Melinda finished removing her
jacket. Even the slightest motion set off a series of bunches and
bulges that seemed to flow together into a symphony of sexy power.Melinda tightened the muscles in one forearm and examined it
with a smile, "Pretty cool, huh?" The muscles writhed and danced
like steel snakes trying to burst through her soft skin. "And
check this out," she said pointing to her relaxed bicep. She
slowly raised her hand causing her bicep to flex larger and
larger. Finally when she had her hand all the way up, she squeezed
a little bit harder and pushed up a peak on her bicep that only a
few bodybuilders have been able to develop.Mike stood in stunned silence. He had never seen a girl, or
woman for that matter, that had the kind of muscularity that this
girl was demonstrating. Hell, he had seen only a few men in his
lifetime that could compare to her size but not even close to her
definition. Every muscle group was clearly etched, from the
classic 'six-pack' abs to the clearly delineated twin muscles that
give the name to the biceps. Even her obliques were 'cut' in their
little shell shapes. The only fat that appeared to be on her was
neatly collected within the cottony confines of the bra, and that
was recieving an extra push upward by the bulging pecs underneath.
And that coupled with her incredibly wide lats was what was
pushing that bra to the tearing point."Wh – when did th … I mean … h – how … I mean …"
Mike stammered, trying to make sense of what he was looking at.I don't know how, exactly," Melinda continued flexing and
checking out her muscles as she talked, "but I know when. Last
night after school, I felt so good that I practically flew home. I
was so hungry I ate everything I could find. I even ate more than
my brother at dinner time, and you should see how huge he is! I
mean he's gotta be over six feet and weighs a ton. He wrestles in
the heavyweight division at the high school."Anyway, after dinner and homework, I went down to the
basement where Dad's got a home gym set up, and I started lifting
stuff and pulling stuff. But it all seemed so easy. Then my big
brother came down to work out and tried to boot me out, so I got
my Dad. He was glad that I wanted to work out so he goes back down
with me to show me how to lift weights. See, he's a coach at the
high school, and I guess I've always been kind of a disappointment
to him cause I was never interested in sports and stuff like that."So we go back down and he and my brother Jeff are helping
me. But like I said everything was too easy. And they couldn't
believe it, but they kept on adding more and more weight. And
suddenly these cool muscles start growing with like every time I
lift a weight. Well, real soon, I'm passing up the weights that my
brother can lift and he starts getting all defensive and angry and
all."It was right after I had benched 375 pounds that I stood up
and wanted to compare muscle sizes with him, and you know what he
does? He gets all red in the face and pushes me so hard that I
fall over the bench. Well, then I got really mad and jumped at
him, only I knocked him flat on his butt. He tried really hard to
get me off of him, even tried some dirty stuff like punching me,
but I was feeling so strong. I practically manhandled him and in
no time I had him pinned and begging for mercy. Lucky for him, Dad
broke us up and sent us to our rooms."So I went there, but I was too excited to sleep. After a
while I snuck back down to the basement, cause like I said,
everything seemed so light, I wanted to see what I could really
do. Pretty soon I was putting all the weights that could fit on
the bars and I was still lifting it. And my muscles just kept
right on growing too. I finally maxed out on most of the lifts
around two this morning, but I still haven't come close to seeing
how much I can lift with my legs. All the weights we had only
added up to 1100 pounds."Mike was still agog from watching the mighty girl flexing
her huge muscles when she mentioned her legs. A part of him wished
that she would drop her baggy sweatpants so he could ogle her
pillars of power as well. But he shook himself out of that
fantasy. "So … so what do you want from me? I mean … why are
you telling me all this?""You see, coach," Melinda resumed her calm tone as she
casually picked up an aluminium softball bat, "while I was laying
on my bed, I was trying to figure out what was happening. I mean,
I've never had a muscle in my body that was visible before
yesterday, and now I look like some superhero cartoon or
something. And I've got the strength to back it up." She held the
bat behind her neck and across her shoulders, accentuating her
magnificent arms. "I was trying to think if anything happened that
could explain these changes. Then I remembered that weird little
necklace I found in PE class that I gave to you. And then I
remembered what you said as I walked past you. Do you remember
what you said?"Mike thought back, frantically trying to remember what was
said. But as you know, we all say so many things in the course of
a day that we deem unimportant, that it's hard to remember every
little comment."Well let me help you. It struck me odd at the time, and I
guess that's why I remembered it. You said that you wished that
each of us girls were as strong as the boys and that we could play
ball as good as they could. And it was just about then that things
started getting weird. Like we started hitting the ball farther
than anyone had ever hit it. And like when Zeke ran into Gabby and
bounced off her like she was made of steel or something. And how
all of a sudden we were so good at softball and all. And then what
happened in my basement last night, and my sudden and equally cool
muscle growth, and it all makes sense, even though it's a crazy
kind of sense, but the thing is that I think that thingy I found
and gave you has some kind of magical powers or something. I mean
how can you explain this?"With that she flexed the muscles in her chest and arms,
pushing against the bat that was still held across her beefy
shoulders. Every muscle in her upper body swelled with the
exertion of bone and muscle against aluminum. Her traps rose like
twin steely anvils, resisting the metal. Slowly the bat began to
lose the fight as Melinda's arms overpowered the thick metal. Her
arms and chest were shaking from the strain she was applying, but
she kept it up until she had re-shaped the bat into a sickle. She
took the bat off of her shoulders and examined it."Now all I want from you, Coach Green," she said, regaining
her composure and pointing the bat at the frightened man, "is my
magic necklace back. I mean, I love your wish and all, but I've
got a few of my own that I want to wish. So we can do this the
easy way," she reached out her other hand towards him, "or the
hard way," she lifted the bat as a obvious sample of what she was
capable of doing to him if he resisted.Mike held his hands out in a defensive gesture, "I … I
don't … I don't have it anymore … I turned it in to the office
yesterday … in … in the lost and found box. Please," he
pleaded, nearly crying, "please don't … don't hurt me!""Hmmmm … I don't know if I should believe you or not,"
Melinda said as she swung the bat under Mike's face. "Tell you
what, you stay right here until I can check it out. And give me
your keys," she commanded as she theateningly pushed the bent bat
against his chest."My … my keys?"
"Just as an insurance policy, coach."
Mike fumbled in his pockets for his keys, finally producing
them. He shakily handed them over to his intimidating student."Now you just wait here and I'll be right back. I'm sure you
can," she gently brushed the end of the bat against Mike's raging
and quite obvious hard-on, "entertain yourself while I'm gone."
With that she pushed the bat back into the bat box and slipped her
jacket over her still pumped-up upper body. Then she slid
noiselessly out of the door.Mike heard the door being locked and Melinda's footsteps
disappearing down the hall. Quickly he reached back into his
pocket and pulled out the necklace that Melinda had found. He
looked at it, knowing he need to try to use it again, but not sure
of what he wanted to wish for. His thoughts were clouded by the
image of Melinda's fantastic muscularity and the prospect of all
of the girls in that class being just as strong and developed as
she was.He had to admit that it turned him on to think of muscular
women, although he had never given it much thought before. He felt
a sort of raw sexual power emanating from the girl as she had
shown him her body. He struggled to clear his mind and focus his
thoughts on his next wish.Mike's hands began to shake in fear and anticipation. She
would be returning soon, and probably pissed off that he had lied
to her. Suddenly the necklace slipped out of his hands, landing in
the pile of hula-hoops and jump ropes that he was still standing
in. He dropped to his knees, frantically searching for the
necklace, hoping that he wouldn't be too late.Meanwhile, Melinda had reached the front office and was
searching for the lost and found box. She stood in front of the
counter that separated the outer office from the inner office.
"Excuse me, Ms. Webb?"The secretary looked up from her desk, "Good morning,
Melinda, what can I do for you today?""Umm … I lost a … a necklace yesterday? In PE? And Mr.
Green, the sub? He said that he put it in the lost and found and I
was wondering if it would be okay to look through the stuff cause
it's one of my favorite necklaces.""Well, sure, sweety, come on around," the kindly secretary
instructed, "We've got one box under the counter there and another
in the copy room back there."It was all Melinda could do to not tear the box apart
looking for her magic object. But she forced herself to calmly
look through the stuff in the box. "Hmmm … it's not in here,
I'll try the other room.""I hope you find it, sweatheart," Ms. Webb said absently as
she went focused her attention back to her computer screen.As Melinda walked down the long hall to the copy room, she
bumped into Gabby headed the same way with a stack of papers to
copy. She grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her into the copy
room."What's going on, Mel? What's the rush?" a surprised Gabby
asked as Melinda shut the door behind them."How are you feeling today? I mean how are you really
feeling?""Okay, I guess," was Gabby's dumbfounded answer.
"Just, okay?"
"Yeah, well maybe pretty good actually," Gabby admitted,
shrugging her shoulders. "Listen, I've got to get this stuff
copied for Mejeski's class …""Wait!" Melinda commanded as she unzipped her jacket,
"Something weird happened to me yesterday." She let the jacket
fall, exposing her thick, bulging muscles."Oh god!" Gabby nearly dropped her stack of papers as she
saw her friend's outrageous body, "Wha … ? How …?""I don't know, but I got a hunch that it happened to you
too, and every girl in PE class." Melinda slid her jacket on once
more over her big shoulders.Gabby looked down at her toned, but relatively skinny arms,
"I .. I don't think so, Mel …""No, not the body, the strength! Have you noticed that
things don't feel heavy today?""Not … not really," the stunned girl knitted her eyebrows
in thought, "I mean, I don't think I tried to lift anything that
was particularly heavy, at least nothing heavier than my backpack,
and come to think of it, it did seem lighter than usual.""Try to lift the copy machine," Melinda ordered her.
"What? You can't be serious!"
"Really, here put these papers down," Melinda took the stack
of papers from her friend, "and lift it."Gabby couldn't believe what Melinda was doing, "Okay, okay,
I'll humor you." She placed her hands on either side of the large
machine and found something to hold onto. "But I think that you're
…" with little effort, she straightened up with the machine held
firmly in her hands and several inches above the floor, " … cra
…zy ..?" Astounded by how light the copier felt, she raised it
even higher. It felt to her like she was lifting nothing heavier
than an empty cardboard box. She set it down quickly and stepped
back, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" She turned to her smiling
friend, "Did I just do that?""You sure did, girlfriend. That's what I was telling you
about. Some kind of magic happened yesterday. Remember when Zeke
bounced off of you like he was hitting a brick wall, and we were
smacking homers like we were pro playeres? It happened then. And
it was just after I heard the coach wishing that we were stronger
than the boys. And that was just after I gave him a strange little
necklace that I found buried in the grass. And that's why I'm in
here. cause he said he put that thingy in the lost and found. Help
me look for it." She quickly turned her attention back to her
search and started rummaging through the boxes stacked in the
room.Gabby quickly got over the shock of discovering that she was
stronger than any guy in the school, possibly any guy anywhere,
and aided her friend in her quest. After several frustrating
minutes, they had gone through every box in the room."Damn!! He must have been lying to me!" Melinda realized.
"C'mon Gabby!" She grabbed the girl and nearly flew down the hall
with her. She was headed back to the gym closet where she had left
her captive coach, hoping that she wouldn't be too late.Mike had just spotted a glint of tarnished metal amongst the
jump ropes when he heard the sound of footseps running down the
hall. "Oh man, oh man, oh man!" He had just retrieved the wayward
necklace when he heard Melinda fumbling with the keys. No time to
get this perfect, he thought to himself, just try it! He stood up
and whispered to himself, "I wish … I wish that I was twice as
strong as Melinda is right now and … and …" He hesitated
thinking of how cool it was that the girls could hold their own
against the boys. He didn't want them to return to their former
strength level, but being this as strong as they were now would
work either, "… and that all of the girls in my PE class would
only be as strong as … as … Zeke Smith! And … and I wish
that I was the only one at this school who knew about this magic
necklace!"He finished his wishes just as he heard the key turning the
lock. A strange hush fell over the room as everything seemed to go
in slow motion for a second. Melinda was just about to open the
door, when she felt a rush of energy leaving her, like the end of
a fast elevator ride. She held onto the door handle for support as
she felt the strange sensation wash over her. Gabby, too, was
feeling it.As Melinda swung the door open she was greeted by a flying
button that bounced off the wall near her head. She looked in the
direction that it came from and was shocked to see Coach Green
smiling back at her. But he didn't look like the scared man that
she had left in the room minutes ago. As a matter of fact, she
couldn't remember why she had come back to the room or why he was
scared the last time she had seen him.The button that had flown past her had popped off his shirt,
the shirt that just this morning had fit so loosely and
comfortably. Now it was stretched tightly across unbelievably huge
muscles. His thick arms completely filled the sleeves and
threatened to rip them open. His thighs bulged out of skin-tight
shorts, showing a size and definition that most men would envy and
only a few bodybuilders can attain. Melinda didn't remember him
looking so muscular – so (she couldn't believe she was thinking
this) sexy!He moved incredibly quickly toward the stunned girls, and
smoothly removed the keys from the lock, "Melinda, Gabby, can I
help you?"His voice was deeper than Melinda had remembered it. Even
his voice was sexy! "Ummm … no … I don't think so … I mean,
I thought I needed to talk to you about something, but I can't
seem to remember what it was now.""Oh," Gabby said as she suddenly remembered something, "I'm
supposed to be copying some stuff for Mr. Mejeski!" She ran off
down the "hall toward the office."Are you okay, Melinda?" Mike asked the befuddled girl.
"Yeah … I guess … I just … wasn't I just in here
talking to you, coach?""Yeah, sure," Mike tried to look like he was busy grabbing
some baskets of balls, "you told me about how you didn't need your
glasses. Hey, have you been working out, you look pretty buff
there, young lady.""Yeah … yeah … oh yeah, that's what I came to tell you.
I must be going through some kind of weird growth spurt, cause I
was lifting weights with my dad last night and I couldn't believe
how fast my muscles were growing, is that possible, Mr Green?""Sure, Melinda, sometimes muscles just seem to pop up out of
nowhere, especially when you're young," Mike replied. "Well,
listen, you better get to class, and I've got to get ready for my
classes.""Yeah, thanks, see ya later, coach!" Melinda backed slowly
out of the room, having a hard time tearing her eyes off her
awesome looking coach and looking forward to the last period of
the day.Mike smiled as he picked up the bent softball bat. Placing
it across his stomach, he slowly straightened it out until it was
nearly back to its original shape. He replaced the bat in the box
and then easily lifted that box and the other equipment he needed
for classes that day and strode down the hall toward the boys
locker room. He enjoyed getting some attention from the girls as
he walked past them, even a low whistle from a small clutch of
older girls.But actually, Mike Green was a modest man. The extra
attention was nice, but rather embarrassing. When he got to his
office in the boys locker room, he searched around for some larger
shorts or sweatpants. He found a pair of warm-ups that someone on
the football team had left behind that fit him well. Now if he
could just concentrate enough during the day and not flex his
arms, even though he was dying to know how big they were now.The rest of the day went without incident, although it
seemed that all of the girls that were in his classes were by far
stronger than the majority of the boys. They seemed to hit the
ball harder and throw farther than any of the boys. This led to
very unequal teams for most of the day. The disparity of strength
levels was especially noticable with the seventh graders. About
lunch time, Mike suddenly realized that he had actually wished
that all of the girls in his classes, not just the ones in last
period, had the strength of Zeke. Now he had 13 year old girls
walking around with the strength of a young man.During his lunch hour, Mike retreated to his office. He took
out the necklace and examined it. It had a small, dull colored
stone set in the middle, but other than that there was nothing
special about it. "Dang," Mike mumbled to himself as he looked at
the trinket, "I wish I knew more about this magic thingy."Suddenly the entire world got quiet, or so it seemed to
Mike. He sat on his chair behind his desk, staring at the wall in
front of him. But his mind was not seeing what his eyes were
looking at.In Mike's mind a scene was being played out inside of a
castle with people dressed in medieval clothes. A woman on her
knees was clutching a chain and necklace while desperately
chanting words. It was the same necklace that Mike held in his
hands. Suddenly a large man ran her through with his sword and she
fell dead on top of the necklace. Mike could see as the woman's
last breath left her body and swirled into the jewel in the middle
of the necklace, mixed with her blood. The scene changed swiftly
and he saw a peasant girl in what looked like the 1700's wearing
the necklace. She was crying in the woods and wishing she was
home. Then suddenly she was outside her cottage. Then he saw a
woman dressed as a dancer in the American West. She also had the
necklace, and as she wished she were rich enough to buy a piece of
land, she turned a corner and found a bag full of g Pold
nuggets.Then there was a young woman sitting on a stool at a drug
store in the 1950's, playing with the same necklace and chain and
wishing she were a famous movie star. Mike saw her being
approached by a man that was offering her a chance for a film
role. Mike realized that all of these women had unknowingly used
the magic of the charm. But more importantly, its purpose seemed
to be to help specifically women. He had seen no men using it.
Until today.And one more thing he realized. Every drop of blood that was
spilled onto the jewel was another wish granted. And that through
all of the centuries of magic, there was only one wish left. It
was his wish to wish. And he knew he better not blow it.June 30, 2006 at 12:25 am #33777carpz
ParticipantVery good start to the story. Can't wait to see what Melinda has in store for Mike. Eagerly awaiting part 2.
June 30, 2006 at 9:08 am #33778CGMann
ParticipantGreat story! I can't wait to read part 2. Will there be a followup to bodybuilding summercamp?
June 30, 2006 at 10:40 am #33779David
ParticipantCool to see this again. I eagerly await Part the Second.
Whatever happened to the Black Cat story?June 30, 2006 at 2:58 pm #33780June 30, 2006 at 6:25 pm #33781Zespara Alathar
ParticipantYes, part 2 was equally good. A very nice contuation of a long overdue story. đ
I wish this story would continue partially because I'd like to see what Melinda wanted to wish for had she got a hold of the necklace herself. I'm sure that the coach could find out her secret desires very easily. hehe
Z
June 30, 2006 at 6:50 pm #33782ParticipantYou know, I never really considered going down that rabbit hole (the what would Melinda wish for plot line) primarily becasue I've done a lot of work with young people her age and I've found that they can be very self centered or spiteful. So imagine a girl with that much power … ?
No, no thank you. I would hope someone with the knd of power that Mike Green weilds would be less self serving and more focused on the needs of others. Now another possible continuation could be kind of the opposite of the Incredible Hulk TV show, with Mike wandering from place to place, creating super … wait a minute, maybe I'm giving too much away here.
And Melinda could come back in a few years, older and wiser and he could … dann, I keep jumping ahead of myself.
Well I'll post the second part here soon. Just enjoy the story and let your fantasies take you where they will.
July 1, 2006 at 2:24 am #33783Warren Vehec
ParticipantActually I was thinking more along the line wishing Melinda hadn't opened her big mouth about hearing him making that wish and how everything fell in to place. Mike haven't even put 2 and 2 together then. She could have just asked for the necklace back and claimed that she found the owner of the necklace. Then she could have made the wish that she wanted to make. Like make her older brother into a baby brother.
But noooo! Melinda had to open her mouth how she figured it out when Mike hadn't. But it's not my story.
All and all, Rick, I just want you to know that your story was pretty good. I read both parts of it. Just wished to see a bit of eviliness in the story.
Keep writting Rick! I can't wait to see your next story!
You know, I never really considered going down that rabbit hole (the what would Melinda wish for plot line) primarily becasue I've done a lot of work with young people her age and I've found that they can be very self centered or spiteful. So imagine a girl with that much power … ?
No, no thank you. I would hope someone with the knd of power that Mike Green weilds would be less self serving and more focused on the needs of others. Now another possible continuation could be kind of the opposite of the Incredible Hulk TV show, with Mike wandering from place to place, creating super … wait a minute, maybe I'm giving too much away here.
And Melinda could come back in a few years, older and wiser and he could … dann, I keep jumping ahead of myself.
July 1, 2006 at 11:10 am #33784Participant[And now with no further ado, the continuing stooooory of a man, a necklace, and a math teacher?]
The Necklace – Part 2
Mike grabbed a notepad and a pen. He quickly scribbled his wish without saying it. He checked it over and scratched out some words. He realized that it had to be as clear as possible to avoid any problems like what happened to the girls. Finally, he was satisfied with his wish.
Mike held the pendant in one hand and the notepad in the other. His hands began to tremble as he silently rehearsed his wish several more times to make sure that he got all the words right. He cleared his throat and spoke softly, âI wish I had the ability to be able to know what any woman truly desires and the power to change any womanâs attributes and abilities in any way I want.â
A hush fell over the office. All the noise of a busy junior high faded away and the stone on the necklace seemed to glow brighter and brighter. Mike stared at the light, mesmerized by its brightness. Then the bell rang to signal the end of lunch and the office returned to its normally dingy state. Mike shook his head and looked back at the necklace. The stone in it was now a dull, lifeless red, and suddenly as cold as a piece of ice.
The door to the locker room burst open as several boys entered to get ready for class. Startled, Mike jumped up from his chair and shoved the necklace back into his pocket. âAll right boys,â he boomed as he opened the office door, âletâs get moving … no screwing around.â That was his usual greeting to them as they filed into the locker room. But now with his added size and strength, his voice filled the locker room, bouncing around itâs concrete walls.
Mike walked through the locker room with a presence and authority that stopped some of the boys in their tracks. Some were wondering if this was the same sub that they had the day before, others merely averted their eyes and quickly went about dressing down. Mike made sure that everyone was busy getting ready for class, then he instructed some of the boys to grab the equipment and he headed outside to prepare for roll call.
As he stood outside, he saw Jenny Osbourne, the girlsâ PE teacher emerge from the womenâs side of the building. Jenny was all business. She had been a PE teacher for twenty years, and although she was still in almost as good of shape as she was in college, the years had taken a toll on her outlook on teaching, students, and life in general. Mike thought that she might be a nice person under her gruff exterior. He hoped that he didnât get so disillusioned by teaching, but he realized that it could happen to the best of teachers.
Still, he thought, I wish that she had a more positive outlook on life and teaching. It would go a long way to making PE a fun class. Suddenly, the whole area seemed unusually hushed and time seemed to slow down.
Oh crap, Mike thought as he was beginning to recognize the telltale signs of a wish being granted, Iâve got to be more careful in the future!
Jenny looked up and caught Mikeâs eye as a wide smile spread across her face, âHey Mike! Howâs it going? Isnât this just the most beautiful day? God, I love teaching outside in the springtime!â
Several students came up carrying equipment; Ms. Osbourne sent them out to the field. âSay, Mike,â she continued, âisnât this your last day at our school? Where are you off to next? It sure has been great to have you filling in these last two weeks.â
âOh, I donât know, Iâve got a few assignments scheduled over the next couple of weeks. But you know, something usually comes up.â
âWell good luck. I can see by the way you handle the kids that youâll be a great teacher.â She smiled and gave him a pat on his big shoulder as she headed out to organize her students.
Boy, that was close, he thought as he watched the woman walk away with a noticeable spring in her step. What if I had wished for something … he stopped himself before he accidentally altered Jenny again.
Still, he thought, maybe I should just test this out a little more. Just to get the hang of it. He concentrated on Jenny, picturing her smiling face in his mind and suddenly he was filled with a longing for speed. Mike realized that he was tapping into her unspoken desires. He was receiving images of sprinters racing in track meets, their thighs bursting with power as they pushed themselves to be the fastest in the world. Shoulders and arms developed into finely tuned pistons working in symphony with their amazing lower bodies. And one recurring image of Carl Lewis, certainly not the fastest man alive today, but in his prime, and in Jennyâs prime, he was the ultimate track athlete.
Okay, thought Mike, maybe just a little bit of a wish to try this out. He whispered to himself, so he could be sure of what he wished for. âI wish that Jenny Osbourne who teaches PE at this school would have the strength, speed and agility of Carl Lewis, the Olympic track athlete, while he was still in his prime.â He was trying hard to be as specific as he could be so nothing could go wrong. He continued to watch Jenny as she joined the class.
Suddenly he could feel that odd quiet fall over the field and things seemed to move in slow motion for a second. Mikeâs eyes widened in shock as he saw the shoulders of Jennyâs shirt stretch slightly outward. If the change was visible from his distance, then that would mean …
Jenny shook her head a little and raised a hand to brush back her hair. Mike gulped as he saw a sprinterâs arm reach up and a big bicep bulged out on top. His eyes moved down in time to watch her forty-something butt slowly tighten into hard balls of strong muscle. Her thighs began to flare out and with each step became larger and larger until they could easily be seen from the rear. Even her pace changed to that of a confident world class athlete.
Suddenly, she grabbed the equipment bag out of the hand of the boy who was carrying it. âCâmon slow poke,â she said as she swung it over her shoulder, âIâll race you to the field!â
The boy and some of his friends took off running after their teacher. But for all their youth and strength, they were no match for Jenny, even though she was carrying a bulky bag full of equipment. She easily outran them, pulling away in the last 50 yards by so much that she spun around and ran the last few feet backwards and it still took them several seconds to catch up.
Damn it! Mike thought to himself. I had better be even more careful in the future. This could have been really bad. Someone could suspect that something weird was going on.
The rest of the day went as it usually does. No surprises. Except that, when it came to choosing teams this day, the boys all wanted to have some of the girls on their team. Especially Gabby and Melinda. Gabby was always recognized as a âfemjockâ so she was of course picked first of the girls.
But Melinda had finally come dressed in shorts and a t-shirt instead of sweats for the first time all year. You could almost hear a collective âgulpâ come from the boys in class when she was showing off her new bulging biceps to some of the girls. Several of them nervously tried to shift their shorts around to avoid embarrassment, then quickly turned their attention to something less scintillating.
By the end of the day, Mike was ready for some time off. He dropped off the keys he had been given at the beginning of the week, signed some paperwork, and headed for home.
As he drove home, he reviewed his upcoming weekend. Nothing. No homework, no papers to grade, no housework to do. But then again, no dates, no girls to look up. Nothing to look forward to. Maybe he would grab some pub grub at the local watering hole. Even that didnât sound very appealing – trolling for girls at a bar.
Finally he decided to stop by the local sports store to buy some clothes that might fit more comfortably and then head over to a gym in a neighboring town. It was a small place, not like his mega-gym that his parents had given him a membership for. And on a Friday night, there probably wouldnât be too many people there. What he wanted was a little privacy to test out his new strength. To see how strong he really was.
After reluctantly spending nearly two days pay on some new clothes, Mike found his way to the gym. The place was perfect, and nearly empty. There were stacks of weight plates all over. This looked like a hard-core powerlifterâs gym. A huge man was doing the snatch and jerk over in one corner and another was getting ready to bench a bar with lots of big plates on it. There were a couple of women there, too. They were working out with partners and all had the solid look of a powerlifter.
Mike paid his money and was told that the gym would be closing in an hour and a half. He thanked the man and went to go find some secluded spot to try some lifts. He knew that his original wish had given Melinda and Gabby and all the rest of the girls in his last class the strength of about fifteen 14 year old boys. And he had wished to have twice the strength of Melinda. That would put him at a strength level of 30 boys. Even so, each boy could easily curl a 15 pound dumbbell at least once. So he should be able to curl at least 450 pounds with one hand.
Mike quietly collected several large plates, placing them on either side of a thick bar that was resting on a bench press rack. He stepped up to the bar and found the center with his right hand. If he was going to do this without attracting attention, he would have to keep it balanced and do it quickly. He glanced around once more to see if anyone was watching him. Everyone seemed involved with their own workout. He tightened his grip on the bar and prepared to lift.
âHey there!â Mike heard a voice coming from behind him. He was so startled that he almost jumped in the air. âOh, sorry. I didnât mean to scare you.â
Mike spun around to see a small woman standing behind him. He thought she looked familiar, but wasnât sure. She was dressed in a tank top and sweatpants. Her straight brown hair was tied back in a ponytail that reached to her shoulder blades.
âOh,â he started, âum… no. No, Iâm okay,â he lied as he tried to conceal his surprise.
The small woman extended her hand, âIâm Ashley Scott. Youâre Mike Green, right? I teach math at Riverside Middle School. I met you in the teachersâ room while you were subbing there.â
Mike took Ashleyâs hand trying desperately to remember her. But she was one of those sort of really unremarkable personalities that are hard to distinguish in a crowded faculty room at a large middle school. Even her physical presence was altogether rather plain. âOh, sure. Ashley. You teach Algebra, right?â
âNo, just general math for the 7th graders.â She smiled as if she were a little embarrassed. âAnd … and a couple of periods of pre-Algebra.â
âOh, sure.â Mike paused not sure of what to say. He looked around and noticed that Ashley was the smallest person in the place. In fact, she was so unlike the other customers that she sort of stood out now. But not in a good way.
âSo,â Ashley tried to change the subject, âI havenât seen you in here before, are you joining the gym?â
âUh,â Mike wasnât sure how to explain what he was doing, âwell, I was just checking things out here. I donât work out much and I was just seeing how things … were … here.â God, he sounded so dumb, but he didnât know what else to say.
âReally? You donât work out? I thought you might be a bodybuilder or something. I mean, I never noticed before at school but youâre pretty big, like youâve been at this for quite some time.â
âWell, yeah, I guess I have done a little bit of lifting.â
âIsnât that just how it works,â Ashley said as she placed her hands on her hips, âIâve been busting my butt for years here and what do I have to show for it? Iâm still trying to bench press just an olympic bar for more than eight reps. And you put on muscle just picking up a weight. God, I wish I had your secret or your genetics or whatever it is youâve got.â
Almost without realizing it, Mike had begun to probe Ashleyâs mind to see what it was that she really desired. He saw images of a strong, assertive woman, comfortable in any situation, not intimidated by men. She wanted to be full bodied, but not overly muscular. The kind of physique that would earn her the respect of her junior high students, but not put them off as freakish. Suddenly Mike hit upon an idea.
âIsoplyotonics,â he said abruptly.
âIâm sorry? Iso what?
âIsoplyotonics,â Mike whispered with a look around the gym to see if anyone was listening or watching. Of course no one was, they were all too concerned with their own workouts. âItâs kind of a cross between isometrics and weightlifting. Thatâs my secret.â
âReally? How does this work? Will it work on me?â
Mike grabbed a thin iron bar that weighed about 15 pounds. âLetâs find out,â he said as he handed the bar to her and smiled, âthe secret of isoplyotonics is to stress the muscles without using a lot of weight and with a small amount of movement. Here, just do these exercises exactly as I tell you to.â
Ashley took the bar in her hands. This wasnât a particularly light weight for her and she adjusted her grip until she held it firmly.
âOkay,â Mike continued, trying to sound like he knew what he was talking about, âfirst cross your legs at the ankles and bend over at the waist until your upper body is parallel to the floor. Now the first move is to slowly curl the bar to your chest. Concentrate on your biceps. The secret is to keep the target muscles as tense as possible through the whole movement.â
Ashley obeyed and slowly raised the bar to her chest.
âNext, lower the bar and switch to an overhand grip, then pull it up once more like youâre rowing a boat. This time concentrate on your back muscles.â Again, Ashley did the movement as Mike described it.
âOkay, now straighten up and bring the bar up to your shoulders. Do you feel the difference in doing it tensed and not tensed?â
âYeah, I think Iâm getting it,â Ashley replied with a pleased smile.
âGood, now here comes a three part move. Squat down as far as you can comfortably go, focus on your legs and slowly rise up. When youâre all the way up, shift your focus to your shoulders and push the bar up as high as you can. Then lift yourself up onto your toes and squeeze your calves.â
Ashley did as Mike said. She was a bit wobbly on the ascent and the bar was almost too heavy for her to hold over her head, but she completed the movement.
âGood. Now relax and sit down on the nearest bench and rest the bar on your knees. Then lay down and lift the bar overhead with your hands close together. Lower the bar until it touches the bench above your head and press it back up…â
âI should be tightening my triceps, right?â
Mike smiled at how quickly she was catching on. âRight, this is for the triceps. Then spread your hands out until they are shoulder width apart and lower the bar to your chest for the bench press. And thatâs the whole workout.â Ashley was already doing the movement even as Mike described it.
The young math teacher sat up amazed. âThatâs it? Thatâs how you got so big?â
âWell, you donât need to kill yourself to build muscle. But remember, you need to do this three times a week. So try it once more while I watch you to see if youâve got it.â
Mike had been quickly rehearsing his wish so that he wouldnât blow it. He thought to himself, I wish that Ashley Scott would increase her strength by a factor of 1.5 every time she does these exercises with a bar similar to this one for the next two weeks and that her body will grow more muscular over the next two weeks until she reaches the level of development that Melinda has and that her breasts will grow slowly over that time into perfectly shaped C-cup size breasts.
He had decided not to go for the usual wish of doubling her strength each day because it begins to get out of hand rather quickly. He figured a slow steady increase like this would be best. By the time two weeks was up, she would be really strong for a woman, but not even close to some of the strongest women in the world. He also threw in a quick wish that she would adjust to her new strength level immediately. That way she wouldnât break anything or hurt anyone accidentally.
Ashley performed the routine just as Mike had given it to her. When she was done, Mike took the bar from her hands.
âSo, how do you feel?â
Ashley looked very surprised, âI feel fantastic! Thatâs got to be the best workout Iâve ever had! I donât feel tired or exhausted, in fact I feel refreshed and strong!â
âGreat,â Mike congratulated her (and himself on his brilliant plan), âjust remember to use an empty bar and tense the target muscles. Hey! You look like you may have put on a little muscle even tonight.â
Ashley held up an arm and flexed it. The tiniest little bicep pushed up from her formerly thin arm. She probed it happily with her other hand, âYeah! And it feels a lot more solid already. Thanks, Mike! Hey can I buy you a fruit smoothie or something?â Not only was he friendly and helpful, he was a real hunk, too. She thought to herself that it might be nice to get to know him a little better. It might even lead to going on a real date for the first time in a year.
âUh …â Mike hesitated. He really wanted to get back to seeing how much he could lift.
âOh, um,â now Ashley was embarrassed for being so forward, âif youâve got something else going on …â
âNo! No, thatâd be great, itâs just that … well … I wanted to get in a couple of reps on the bench press tonight.â
âWell, I was going to shower and change clothes,â Ashley suggested, âmaybe we could meet in the lobby in like 20 minutes?â
Mike smiled broadly, âYeah, okay, okay. I meet you in 20. In the lobby.â
Ashley waved as she retreated to the locker room. When Mike was sure that she was gone, he settled himself under the bar for a bench press. Lifting the weight was effortless, as was pressing it three times, but he didnât want to attract undue attention.
Then he rose from the bench and walked behind it. Checking once more to see if anyone was watching, he quickly grabbed the bar with one hand and lifted it from the rack. As he suspected, he lifted it without much effort and quickly did two single hand bicep curls. Satisfied that his calculations were at least close, he racked the bar and removed the plates. He wanted to get out of the gym before anyone else could approach him.
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