Trisha’s life had always consisted of sports and school, but in her senior year there seemed to be time for nothing else. That’s why she and her friends gathered in the gym: they could talk while Trisha was pumping insane amounts of iron. Juanita had a little trouble concentrating on her laptop while Trisha’s muscles were bulging right in front of her.
“Our aim this year is getting Trish into Maximiliane College. She’ll need an impressive list of extracurricular activities. We’ve planned some before the vacation and the first on the list is the student council. The election next month is only a formality, because everybody knows and likes Trisha. But I think we should really look into her sports schedule, because many important championships…”
Juanita was interrupted by a disappointed grunt from Trisha. She put down an enormous weight and said: “These weights are getting too light for me! I told Rick several times that I need more, but he says that I’d be the only one who can lift those heavier weights.”
“Maybe we can help?” Keisha asked.
Trisha thought for a minute. “Let’s try something. I’ll lift this weight and you and Juanita try to push it down. Push quietly, don’t make sudden movements. Okay? Ready? One, two, push!”
Steadily, Trisha started lifting the barbell. Her friends tried to push it to the ground with all their strength. Trisha laughed. Her enormous muscles enabled her to keep on lifting, in spite of the efforts of Keisha and Juanita. When she had the weight at chest height, she told them to hold on to the bar. She continued lifting and as her friends were much smaller than Trisha, they ended up dangling in the air.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your strength,” Karen said, who had watched her friend in amazement. “It seems you are getting stronger every day.”
“That’s exactly what’s happening,” Trisha told her, as she pumped the weight a few times. “Rick estimates that I can lift an extra pound with my arms every week. So one year from now, I can lift fifty pounds more!” She slowly lowered the weight, until her friends were touching the ground again, and then put down the barbell. “Thanks girls, that was an excellent workout. We should do this more often.” She rubbed her upper arm, which was pumped and vascular from the exertion.
As they had expected, Trisha had no problems getting elected on the student council. They made a campaign poster with the text “A strong candidate” on a photo of Trisha flexing her massive bicep. She got the highest number of votes in the history of the high school.
The first thing she did when she was on the council, was to start a healthy food campaign, in cooperation with the board of education. The meals in the school cafeteria became more varied, with less meat and more fruit and vegetables. This was supported by a publicity campaign with large posters featuring Trisha:
• “burgers make you fat, vegetables make you strong” – Trisha lifting a chubby freshman with one hand
• “broccoli is good for your tummy” – a head of broccoli lying on her stomach, her abdominal muscles clearly visible
• “vegetables make you big and strong” – holding a pea in front of her flexed bicep
• “sprouts are for winners” – her legs in a sea of sprouts
While they were preparing for the sprouts poster, Juanita was staring as Trisha entered the set in her bikini. “Oh my God, I can’t believe how huge your legs are! One of your legs is much bigger than my two legs combined, maybe even bigger than the four legs of me and Keisha combined.”
Trisha grinned as she flexed her thighs, making her quads bulge. She ran her hands over the muscle mass. “And they are strong too. Is there a way I can show off the strength of these legs?” So Keisha and Juanita also made a video in which Trisha crushed two melons between her thighs.
The posters all quickly disappeared from the bulletin boards, so they opened up a webshop with the posters on Trisha’s website. They became very popular, also outside the school. With the money they made, they started a charity for children with muscle diseases.
Trisha was satisfied about her extracurricular activities, but she knew that her sports performances would be more important. Three times a week, she had a session with coach King, trying out different sports. It was clear that she would profit most of her overwhelming strength in martial arts. They decided for grappling sports, as she didn’t want to hurt other women.
Coach King showed her some basic techniques in several disciplines. “That should be enough; but we need to focus on your balance and steadfastness.” He asked four big boys from the school wrestling team for their assistance. He tied a big belt around Trisha’s waist and attached four long rubber bands to it. He taped a circle on the ground and told her to stand in it. Then he positioned the wrestlers around her and gave each of them one rubber band.
“Now, I want you, Trisha, to stay inside that circle. While you boys try to pull her out.” At first, the pulling coming from all different directions made Trisha lose her balance. But after a while, she learned how to adapt, with little steps, being careful not to leave her circle.
The next sessions, coach King made the circle smaller and smaller, until she could hardly move anymore. But at that time, she had become very good at standing still, just using her abdominal and leg muscles to absorb the forces of the boys’ pulls. So they hardly managed to get her out of her circle. They also had a little trouble concentrating while Trisha’s flexed muscles were much bigger than any they had ever seen.
To challenge her even more, the coach made the boys move around, so the division of forces became uneven. But she learned how to adapt to that also. The boys were shocked when they found that Trisha could withstand three of them, all pulling in the same direction. Of course they knew she had massive muscles, but they hadn’t realized how strong those muscles made her.
So after minimal practice, Trisha entered into the state wrestling championship. With her 295 pounds, she was by far the heaviest in the heavyweight class. She was allowed to wrestle in the highest age category.
Trisha was a sensation. In her first match, against the reigning champion, she just stood still for one and a half minute. Her opponent tried everything she could to move Trisha, but found this was impossible. Then, Trisha grappled the other woman, lifted her high above her head, dropped her onto the mat and pinned her down. She did all this without showing the slightest strain.
Word about her first win spread quickly and demotivated her other opponents. Trisha finished every other match within fifteen seconds. After the final, she challenged the male heavyweight champion to wrestle her. He looked at her hulking mass, mumbled something about a small injury and hurried away.
She won the national championship just as easy. After the medal ceremony she asked the numbers two and three if they wanted to try to wrestle her together. They thought they might have a chance, so they agreed, but they were completely humiliated. Trisha quickly pinned one opponent with her irresistible strength, not paying attention to the other woman, who tried to pull her to the ground in vain. With her first opponent down, Trisha turned to the second one and pushed her down with one arm, while showing off the bicep on the other. It took her only twenty seconds.
After her phenomenal victory, every sports magazine and network called her “a super girl” and wanted a photo session or an interview. As Trisha had little time, they also asked the women she had beaten so easily during the championship. “She made it very clear that there was no doubt who was going the win that match,” one woman said. “She had been parading with her fucking big muscles, and intimidated everyone. During our handshake, I could see nothing but her muscles, and she also flexed them, which made her even more massive and impressive. When we started wrestling she simply put her hands on my shoulders and starting pushing. She gave me a little smile, to convince me she was hardly straining. While to me, it felt like a hydraulic machine pushing down on me! There was no way I could resist her, even though I was struggling with all my strength. In one smooth motion, she had forced me down and pinned my shoulders to the mat. And I thought to myself: this must be the way you feel when Supergirl overpowers you with her strength. I know I am pretty strong, but Trisha made me feel like a little child trying to withstand a strong adult.
And she’s only eighteen. Damn, I wish I had her muscles and strength!”
The images and interviews spread around the world and some heavyweight female wrestlers withdrew from the world championship. As everybody expected, Trisha swept the championship, beating all her opponents in less than half a minute. On social media, she had told everyone how she had planned to defeat every opponent and she managed to execute every match just as she had planned, even though the other women knew exactly what she was going to do and they used all their strength to prevent it. But they were simply too weak to withstand her.
During the medal ceremony, the two other women on the victory platform looked small next to Trisha. She invited them to stand next to her and when they did, she showed off her superior strength for the last time when she wrapped her beefy arms around the two women and lifted them both into the air.
This world championship was Trisha’s biggest win. Coach King was convinced she could have won many more, but she simply didn’t have the time to compete in other tournaments. She also became the national judo champion, but couldn’t make it to the world championship because of her exams.
She participated in the national athletics championships and won four disciplines, while shattering the shot put world record.
During the state weightlifting championship, she stunned the audience and her opponents by lifting a weight that other women had been struggling with, with just one arm! Of course, the judges called it a fail. Trisha went on and shattered the world records for the snatch, the clean and jerk, and the combination. Again, she didn’t have time for the national and world championships, but no one doubted she would have crushed the competition.
Keisha kept a list, and it seemed almost endless: 1 world championship, 7 national championships, 14 state championships; 4 world records, 9 national records and 22 state records. “I can’t imagine anyone doing better than this,” she told Trisha.
Trisha and coach King also tried some team sports, but that was less successful because she wasn’t good at ball control. Still, she played a couple of matches because that would look good on her application.
She played basketball and softball, but wasn’t very good at that. She played most matches with the volleyball team, even though she wasn’t on the court very often. Her most important role was to intimidate the opponents. So during the warming up, she would flex her muscles, jump extremely high at the net and smash away balls with the speed of a missile.
One time, while she was posing for the team photo, Trisha heard some girls from the other team say to each other: “Oh my God, look at that! They have some kind of She-Hulk on their team!” She flexed her bicep and quads a little bit harder, to scare her opponents even more.
When she was on the court, she was the most dangerous at the net. She could jump much higher than anybody else, so blocking was easy for her. Smashing was less successful. Often, the ball would fly out of the court, or she would totally miss the ball. But when she hit it right, it was almost always a point for her team: the ball was going so fast that it was impossible to stop it.
Her smashes resulted in accidental bruises and twisted wrists on the other side of the net. Some girls from the other team cowered backwards whenever the massive girl appeared at the net, giving Trisha’s teammates lots of opportunities to score. So even though she didn’t touch the ball very often, her presence alone was enough for a lot of points.
Another extracurricular that her friends came up with was the school play. As Juanita’s mother was directing the play, it was easy for them to get Trisha into a role which required little of her time. She got a supporting role as the strongwoman of the circus. In the first act, when the characters were introduced, she had to lift an enormous weight. And she broke a chain that was tied around her upper arm. Both the weight and the chain were props. The weight was made of Styrofoam, but Trisha stated that if it had been made of steel, she could have lifted it as well. “And I hope that one day I will be able to break metal chains by just flexing my bicep!”
She also had to flex a bit in several scenes, dressed in nothing more than a bikini. In the final scene, she had to carry a platform around with the four leading characters on it.
When they were having a break during the rehearsals, Ms. Martinez said: “Trisha, it is great having you in the play, but I am glad that you’re only in a few scenes. Your presence is severely distracting several other players. Especially some freshmen, who are not yet used to your super muscular body.”
Trisha grinned. “I know. My body is growing so fast that I have trouble getting used to it myself every now and then.” She rubbed her thighs. “I can’t thank you enough for giving me this role. I love flexing and showing off my strength!”
“It must be nice, doing the only things you’re good at,” Karen teased.
Without a warning, Trisha’s beefy arm flashed out. She grabbed Karen by her belt and lifted her high above her head. “Maybe I’ll keep you there for the next hour,” Trisha told her friend. “That might teach you to hold your tongue.” She waved her around while Karen was screaming. The other players were astounded as Trisha was doing all this without showing the slightest strain.
During one of the rehearsals, Trisha suddenly jumped up from her chair and started running circles, with her telephone in her hand. She hugged the crew and players, while shouting: “Yes! I am in! Yes!”
When she had calmed down a bit, she told them that she had received a message that she was admitted to Maximiliane College with a full scholarship. A couple of days later she had dinner to celebrate this, with her friends, parents, Rick and coach King.
After dinner, the girls left the adults alone and headed for the playground behind the restaurant. “Free at last! No more worries about extracurriculars or sports tournament. I am going to college!” Trisha cheered.
“Are you excited? I am!” Karen said. She had been admitted too, to a college in the Midwest.
“Of course I am. I am especially curious about the other students. The buildings and sports facilities looked great when I paid a visit with my parents. But we arrived at the beginning of the vacation, so I haven’t met any students yet.”
Trisha stood up and walked up to one of the horizontal bars. She grabbed the bar and bent her knees. The bar groaned under her weight. Trisha let go one of her hands and started doing one-armed pull-ups. She kept on talking as if the exercise wasn’t hard at all. “Now that you have gotten me into college, you’ve got plenty of time for other things. You must be glad.”
Juanita gave Karen and Keisha a quick glance. “Well… We have just one more project in mind,” she said, as she opened her laptop computer.
“Nine… Ten… What is it? Twelve…”
“We are getting you ready for the school ball.”
“Eight… WHAT?” Trisha lost her grip and fell on the ground.
“O, come on! Don’t tell us you haven’t thought about it!” Karen said. “What? Are you blushing?”
“No. Yes. It’s just… Of course I want to go, but… Who will want to go with a girl that looks like me?”
The other girls looked at each other and started laughing. “Are you kidding? ‘Who will NOT want to go with you’ seems to be a better question!” Karen said.
Keisha added: “Really, Trish. Wherever you go, boys turn their heads. Every boy at our school is talking about you. About your insane strength. About your super muscles. You know, every boy - and some girls - want to take you to the school ball.”
Trisha looked confused. “But I thought that boys like lean girls with big breasts. I don’t have breasts at all! And if everybody wants to be my partner, why has nobody asked me?”
“Because they don’t dare to. Everybody thinks they are not worthy of you. They are afraid you would say no if they ask you. And… some even doubt if you are interested in boys.”
“But I am! I just didn’t have time for boys, or a boyfriend. Oh well. Then I’ll have to ask someone myself, I suppose.”
“They will be lining up for you, you will see. Now, about your dress…”
Trisha sighed. “Yes. That will be a problem. There are no dresses that fit me. I am just too big.” She spread her lats to prove point.
Keisha stared at her for a moment, and then put her small hand on Trisha’s arm. “Relax. We have solved that for you. We’ll talk to my mom. She performs miracles with her sewing machine.”
So they did, and they were very secretive about the dress. “When you’ll see her in that dress, your eyes will pop out,” was the only thing that Keisha wanted to say about it.
But first, it was time to perform the play. Lots of people in the audience gasped when they saw Trisha’s amazing muscularity. During the round of applause at the end, she lifted all the players and crew, one or two at a time. It became once more apparent how popular Trisha had become in her home town, as the audience didn’t stop shouting and whistling while she bowed, waved and flexed.
During the party after the final performance, to everyone’s surprise, Trisha asked Amit to be her partner at the ball. Amit was a shy and skinny senior, a math genius who had been admitted to one of the ivy league colleges. “Amit has helped so many of us with our homework, it feels good to do something in return,” Trisha told her friends.
Trisha made sure that she and Amit were among the last ones to arrive at the school ball. Everybody was waiting for her. And when she entered, they all had to admit that Keisha hadn’t been exaggerating. Trisha wore an asymmetric red dress which emphasized her enormous muscularity. It left her arms and most of her shoulders bare, apart from one small strap over her left shoulder and a bigger one over her right shoulder. The neckline was crooked, higher on the right than on the left. Just as the hemline, which covered half of her right thigh and her left knee. Her back was mostly bare and on the front there was a hole that offered a perfect view on her awesome abs. Her matching high heels made her calves look even bigger.
When she entered, she waved, briefly flexed both her biceps and gave everyone a big smile. The crowd parted as she and Amit strolled to the other side of the room, where her friends were standing.
“Do you know what happened when Amit came to pick me up? My father took his arm and told him: ‘Be careful with my daughter. If you don’t treat her right, she will crush your car with her bare hands!’ Amit turned red and then my father told him he was just joking.”
They giggled. Karen said: “You look even better with makeup. You should do that more often!”
Of course, Trisha stole the show. She was on fifty percent of the pictures that were taken that night. She talked, she posed, she danced. While dancing, she lifted Amit into the air with one hand, flexed her bicep and held that pose for at least fifteen seconds, making sure that everybody could see.
As everybody expected, at the end of the evening, they were elected king and queen of the ball. Trisha hugged Amit, making him disappear between mountains of muscle.
“What are those thin black lines on her back? Are they part of the dress?” Juanita asked. She was shocked when she realized it were Amit’s arms, which looked tiny on Trisha’s enormous back.
After the graduation ceremony, one week later, Trisha invited her friends, Rick and coach King for a drink with her parents. “I can’t believe how fast senior year has passed. And it only has become such a success because you were always there to help me. So I’d like to thank you for everything you have done for me. Not just this year, but during all my years in high school. It was truly amazing. I think I will have a hard time at Maximiliane without you, but I am sure that there will be other nice people there who will help me develop my body and mind even further!” She stood up and hit a most muscular pose. Her friends wondered if it was possible to improve this perfect body.
Trisha’s mother took a group picture of Trisha, Karen, Juanita and Keisha. Karen sat on Trisha’s neck, while the other girls sat on her hands, while Trisha’s arms were outstretched.
Trisha said goodbye to Juanita and Trisha, who were going to be seniors next year, and who were going on vacation together. She said goodbye to Rick and promised him to keep in touch. Just to tease him, she challenged him to compare biceps for the last time, while she knew she easily outmuscled him now. And she said goodbye to Karen, who was also getting ready to go to college.
All these goodbyes made her sad. But at the same time she was excited, looking forward to a new adventure that was waiting for her. And she would have been even more excited if she had known about the amazing things that were going to happen at Maximiliane College!