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Pizza Girl part three
(Undisclosed)

Today I was attacked again - the guy wanted the money I was carrying. He was waving a knife around, but it was a dinner knife and he looked really stupid with it. "OK, OK," I said, "My life isn't worth the cash I'm carrying, it's on the bicycle, I'll just get it." But also on the bicycle was my hockey stick, and that's a yard long. I unclipped it, and swung at his head, as one does. He ducked, of course, but I caught him a good one on the shoulder. He yelled "Bitch" and came at me with the knife, but I got him on the left ear with the second swipe of my stick, and he staggered. Why a hockey stick, you might be wondering. Because a baseball bat looks like a weapon, but a hockey stick looks like sports equipment. Which it is, and I've had plenty of practice with it. So he was still coming at me with his cutlery, so after I'd bounced my hockey stick off his left ear, I did a follow through, spun round and smashed my weapon into his right ear. Now he was dazed, but he still had his knife, so I lined up carefully and whacked his right hand, cracking his knuckles and causing him to drop the blade. Now he was disarmed, I suppose I could have just got on the pizza bike and rode off, but my blood was up and I wasn't going to stop now. The standard strike with a hockey stick is, of course, to the shins, followed by an "Oops, sorry about that!". So I took careful aim, raised the stick and brought it down as hard as I could. There was a satisfying "Crack!" and I knew that my assailant was finished. So I put my hockey stick back on its bracket, got on the pizza bike and rode off into the sunset. Or I would have, but it was night time so I rode off into the moonlight.

Pizza Girl part three
(Undisclosed)

Today I was attacked again - the guy wanted the money I was carrying. He was waving a knife around, but it was a dinner knife and he looked really stupid with it. "OK, OK," I said, "My life isn't worth the cash I'm carrying, it's on the bicycle, I'll just get it." But also on the bicycle was my hockey stick, and that's a yard long. I unclipped it, and swung at his head, as one does. He ducked, of course, but I caught him a good one on the shoulder. He yelled "Bitch" and came at me with the knife, but I got him on the left ear with the second swipe of my stick, and he staggered. Why a hockey stick, you might be wondering. Because a baseball bat looks like a weapon, but a hockey stick looks like sports equipment. Which it is, and I've had plenty of practice with it. So he was still coming at me with his cutlery, so after I'd bounced my hockey stick off his left ear, I did a follow through, spun round and smashed my weapon into his right ear. Now he was dazed, but he still had his knife, so I lined up carefully and whacked his right hand, cracking his knuckles and causing him to drop the blade. Now he was disarmed, I suppose I could have just got on the pizza bike and rode off, but my blood was up and I wasn't going to stop now. The standard strike with a hockey stick is, of course, to the shins, followed by an "Oops, sorry about that!". So I took careful aim, raised the stick and brought it down as hard as I could. There was a satisfying "Crack!" and I knew that my assailant was finished. So I put my hockey stick back on its bracket, got on the pizza bike and rode off into the sunset. Or I would have, but it was night time so I rode off into the moonlight.

Kira And The Storekeeper
(Story: Michele LeMuscle)

While getting his store ready for opening one day, Mr. Mason couldn't help but notice the girlishly bouncing Kira making her way to school. Of course, carrying nearly 200 pounds of rock solid muscle on her frame made noticing her all too easy! Unable to stop himself from attempting to get closer to this Herculean High School girl, the storekeeper decided to offer her a before school job, one which featured her lifting hard and heavy weighted objects in the store's basement physical feats that made her body swell even more Massively with muscle! The naive 17 year old doing her best to fulfil her job requirements, not realizing the all too arousing affects she was having on her new boss!

My Crazy Quintuplet Cousins
(Story: JavaBro)

"Imagine that you have five beautiful cheerleaders for cousins. Five identical quintuplets, all of them older and more confident and most of all, far stronger than you. Now imagine that you get to sunbathe with them. Swim and mess about with them, all the while getting to see them in their swimwear, with their toned abs, bulging arm muscles and perfectly defined thighs all on display for your eyes only. Well, these are my cousins, and for some reason, on this particular sunny afternoon in my back yard pool, they all want to have a go carrying me! Piggybacks, shoulder rides, they all take their turn. And then to show off, for a grand finale, a 5 high shoulder riding tower! Every participant showing off the strength and athleticism. Their bodies, their muscles on display. Each straining under the weight of their sisters above them. And then there is me, clamped in the middle. Riding on the muscle-bound shoulders of a hot, older woman, while simultaneously feeling the toned thighs of another squeezing tight about my ears. Her weight, and that of her sister above her pushing me down, and seemingly crushing me head with the strength of those thighs!"