He scanned through the crowd looking for someone suitable. He did NOT intend to lose his prize money to that cheater. His eyes finally fell upon a group of girls who he had seen playing volley-ball earlier that day. The six of them looked identical even though they were not related. Tall, athletically built, their very large breasts straining their miniscule bikinis to near bursting. The other girl with them was the complete opposite. Coke-bottle framed glasses, the top of her head barely came up to her friends' navels, her ams and legs were like limp noodles and she looked as if puberty had laughed in her face. THAT was the girl he wanted. There was no way on God's green earth she had a ghost of a chance of beating Regina, who spent 5 hours a day in the gym between working out and teaching cardio classes. Jake called her on stage.
“Hey you, girl. Yes you. What your name?”
“Dana”
“Ok. Well we need you to help settle this bet.”
“Jake you can't be serious...”
“Hey dude. You said I could whoever I want. Well this is who I want. Not my fault you picked my wife!!!”
“But she is no match for you wife. AT ALL!!”
“What'sa matter? Don't think she can hack it?”
John then turned to Dana.
“Hey. Sorry for getting you involved in this”
“Do you guys, really expect me to take her on? Look at her!! She's ginormous!!”
“Hey, no way!! I made my choice. That's who I want!!”
“Dana. Would you be willing?”
“Umm...ok...I guess....”
“Good! Alright then. Get your skinny ass up here so we can do this thing!!”
“Wait Jake. Regina already has an unfair advantage over her. Why do we give Dana a few minutes to warm up first and I can give her a few pointers?”
Jake and everybody in the crowd laughed.
“Sure dude. Take as much time as you want!!”
John smiled as he created a pocket dimension around himself and Dana. He then scanned her body and increased the amount of muscle receptors in her body by 50,000% and her muscle recovery time to nanoseconds. Then he altered time relative to them so that every minute that passed in the real world was equal to one year in their time. He then coached her though series of exercises watching as her body exploded in size with each one. John had also clouded the perception of everyone on the beach so that all they saw was a skinny girl struggling her way through a series of squats, bicep curls crunches and finally bench-presses. After 10 minutes, Dana placed the barbell on the rack and stage shook and the floor cracked slightly. Jake and the crowd stared in bewilderment. John then dropped the cloud and advanced Dana to the proper age. The 18 year old waif that had stepped on the stage was now a 28 year old, 6 foot 4 inch tall muscle-goddess. Her forearms alone were bigger than Regina's biceps. She got up off the bench and had to bend over slightly to see Regina over her almost beach-ball sized tits.
“Oh hello! Do you still want to do this? I can understand if you want to back out.”
“WHAT THE HOLY FUCK???? Where is that skinny girl who was on the stage? Where's Dana?”
“I'm Dana. But I haven't been skinny since I entered middle school.”
“Well John. Let's get going.”
“No way!! I want that skinny girl back! That woman, if that IS a woman, looks like she eats steroids!!”
“Fine...You want me to prove my identity? Johnny, go in my beachbag and get my wallet.”
John opened the bag and retrieve the wallet, with Dana's driver's license, her old college student ID and her IFBB pro-bodybuilder card. It was then that everyone realised who she was. She had appeared on the scene almost a year ago and upset the whole bodybuilding community. From the day she won everyone was scrambling to find out more information abou her. All they knew was her name and that John was her trainer and fiance.
“Well listen you two. If we're not going to have this lift-off, give Johnny and I our prize money so we can go home. It's too hot to be standing around in the sun all day.”
“Fine!! I don't know how you did it, but I'll find out one day...”
Regina had the workers pile the bar with 350 lbs. Intending to establish her dominance right from the beginning. She'd only attempted this lift once before and she was screaming in pain afterwards. But she was determined not to lose today. She lifted the bar off the rack and grunted her way through 5 reps, needing a spotter on the last two.
“What you got bitch??”
Dana smiled at her.
“Double it...”
“Oh no!! Not this shit again!!! You all are not gonna pull this same scam twice in one day!!”
“Jake. If you are so concerned about some trick being pulled. YOU put the weights on yourself. That way you can be certain of what was on there.”
“Fine....”
Jake loaded the bar, verifying that it was exactly 700 lbs of weight on the bar.
“Now. Let's see you move that!!”
Dana walked behind the bar.
“What? You don't believe that the weight is right?”
“I believe it's right. But I never told you I was BENCH-PRESSING the weight!!”
Dana grabbed the bar and began doing biceps curls with it to the crowd's count.
“17,18,19,20!!”
The crowd cheered wildly as Dana flexed her now 26 ½ inch biceps. John walked over to the throughly defeated Jake.
“I'll be taking my $10,000.00 now.”
Jake got out his check-book and made it out him.
“Thank you very much. Pleasure doing business with you. Come on Dana.”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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