Beth grabbed Jess by her ankles and yanked her off the bench roughly - the huge guy she thought was her boyfriend forgotten. The next thing she knew, she was being hauled up by the front of her leotard - she didn't know who it was but the body was damned enviable - muscles in all the right places and a damned impressive set of tits that obviously had to be fake - all Beth had time to grab was her father's shirt from the study she'd taken the other gun from- it had been ridiculously huge when she was tiny - now it barely covered her.

"Who the hell are you?" Asked Jess "Robert help me!" she called, but 'Robert' just stood motionless watching the contest between the two women.

Beth laughed as she threw Jess off her, sending her tumbling over the bench and slamming to the floor - Jess was back on her feet after a few seconds. Beth could have just used the gun, but this was far more satisfying. Jess had always been impressive physically, and there had been one or two guys who'd prefered Jess's wiry and athletic body to Beth's curvacious one - she wanted the pleasure of smashing the "strongest" girl she knew - who'd always been Jess by a wide margin. Beth had never been much of a physical fighter - she prefered gossip and bullying like a proper girl - but now she had the opportunity to really test her strength, and Jess's 5,5 frame didn't have a hope in hell of beating her.

Noone told Jess that, and she wasn't the sort to back down - in a second she was back up and charged forward to meet Beth, who braced herself - they locked arms and Jess tried to bowl her over... for a second she seemed to push Beth back, but after just a few moments Beth spread her longer arms and began forcing Jess to her knees - they finally gave out at once and Beth shoved her away once again.

"It's Beth. The girl with the body that's better in yours in EVERY way. Take a look Jess." Beth raised both arms and flexed, her biceps peaking out at 16 inches. Jess gasped involentarily - knowing how impossible it was - but the voice was Beth's - the same stuck up fat bitch who couldn't do more then 5 situps if her life depended on it - now standing infront of her like she'd been working out for 10 years.
Jess was momentarily speechless as she considered this must be a bad dream.

"You can't win Jess. I'm so much stronger then you it's ridiculous. I'll tell you what though - kiss my feet and let me take your boyfriend here and I'll settle for just pummeling you a bit - otherwise I'll make
a mockery of all that muscle you earned and ruin that body.." She flexed out her pecs, pushing her substantial chest against her shirt, before raising her foot a bit.


Jess had no idea what was going on, but she knew her chances - Beth had her by 6 inches and at least 60 pounds, and after the pummeling she'd just gotten and the workout her arms felt like leaden weights.
She also realized two things - the first was that Beth was supremely arrogant, and she knew from a confrontation she'd once had that Beth had no idea how to fight - and she knew that there was no way in HELL she was going to kiss Beth's feet.

She took a few deep breaths, carefully mustered every bit of strength she had in her aching arms, and grabbed Beth's foot - at first gingerly as though she was going to kiss it, and then she twisted and pulled as hard as her tired muscles would let her...