This story is based on the outcome of a poll. It takes into account how the voting progressed during the week it was open.
The poll:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=88180.0The story takes place in the mid 90s.
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Alexandra Paul had been invited to the
The Jon Stewart Show. She had heard that Jon was fascinated by big athletic women, "I'm big and athletic," Alex thought, "I better wear a sleeveless top so he can see my arms…"
The audience cheered wildly as Alexandra entered the set.
Jon was clearly excited to meet the tall and athletic, but slender Baywatch girl. At first he blushed and stuttered and had a hard time not ogling at Alexandra's bare arms. But after a while he regained his composure and the interview could take place. They talked about Alexandra's athletic achievements, workingout and fitness in general. It was clear that Jon seemed genuinely impressed by the woman…and her muscles.
Jon was also impressed by her size – Jon is, after all considerably shorter than the 178 cm (5'10") tall Alexandra. They even talked about it. "
…small is beautiful kinda thing," Alexandra finished.
"Yes…" Jon agreed.
"Even though…" Alexandra stands up and flexes her arms.
Jon stands up too and appears embarrassed by the size difference but in fact he was excited about being in the presence of this Amazon.
"Small is beautiful…" Alexandra and Jon agree.
The Baywatch beauty of course enjoyed the attention and let the host feel her flexed biceps. Luckily there was a commercial break just after this as the host was unable to communicate coherently for a while after being allowed to squeeze the rock hard, exquisitely defined biceps.
After the break they joke about how Alexandra probably could kick his ass. "Possibly…" Alexandra said modestly, but they both knew the athletic woman would easily destroy the small host. Alexandra declined an arm wrestling match however, "I don't want to humiliate you in front of your fans," she said with an adorable smile.
Eventually it was time to end the interview, "It's very nice to meet you Alexandra Paul from Baywatch!" As they shook hands Alexandra gave a little extra squeeze making
"Little" Jon wince.
"Ouch!"
"Hold, on, don't leave just yet…" Jon said before Alexandra could leave, "I have a surprise for you!" He massaged his hurt hand, "Let's bring in my next guest…
Yasmine Bleeth!"
Alexandra was pleasantly surprised when she heard her friend's name.
Yasmine walked in looking extremely confident in her tight leather pants and a string tube top – and she was flexing the whole time! The audience went wild.
Alexandra's jaw dropped when she saw Yasmine's guns! Both Alexandra and Jon watched in stunned silence as Yasmine walked up to them. Just like Jon moments before, Alexandra stammered something unintelligibly as she hugged Yasmine – how come she had never noticed Yasmine's muscles? And how… firm her body was… Alex was impressed! And so was Jon!
In her heels even Yasmine was taller than Jon.
Jon talked with Yasmine for a while about this and that. Alexandra got involved in the conversation when they started talking about Baywatch. But it was clear that Jon wanted to talk about something else…
"You've got the – you've been working out?" Jon stammered, his eyes were glued on Yasmine's arms.
Alexandra was visible annoyed that Jon's attention was on Yasmine, and her arms; he seemed to have forgotten all about Alexandra's arms. "She has clearly been working out," Alex thought, "but her arms are not even close to mine."
"Am I cut?"
"I was trying to show that off... I don't know am I cut? Am I!" Yasmine looked back and forth between Alexandra and Jon.
"No!... Yes! I think!" Jon was stuttering.
Yasmine smiled, "What do you think Alexandra?"
Alexandra wanted to say 'no', but she couldn't "Yes…" she admitted."Holy cow!" Alexandra thought, "Could they…? No! They can't be…"
Yasmine grinned – she had worked hard to get stronger and she was proud of her arms.
"I… I must say that you both look
really buff," Jon began, his voice quivering slightly. "Have you ever… I mean, would you…" his face was turning red again, "Have you ever wondered who's stronger? Have you arm wrestled for example?"
Alexandra laughed, "Are you serious?" She straightened herself, trust out her chest and slightly flexed her arms; she tried to look as big as possible. "I
am quite
much larger than Yasmine;" they way she emphasized certain words made the sentence sound strange, "it
wouldn't be
fair. And besides–"
Yasmine looked at her TV big sister, she didn't say anything; she let her flex do the speaking for her. Alexandra didn't finish her sentence. There was an awkward silence.
Jon continued, "Wow! Well, Yasmine might be just 5'5" (165 cm) but honestly she seems more… robust."
"What?" Alexandra tried to sound like she didn't believe what she was hearing …but deep inside the fear that Jon might be right was growing…
"What do you say, how about an arm wrestling match?" Jon suggested.
"Yeah, how about it?" Yasmine stopped flexing and looked at Alexandra.
"I… don't know… I don't think…" Alexandra hesitated. Her eyes were drawn to Yasmine's arms, that even when relaxed looked quite big, "Am I imagining or are her arms bigger than mine?" she thought.
"Afraid?" Yasmine smirked and flexed in front of Alexandra, "Are you afraid of your little sister?"
Alexandra stared at the bulging biceps in front of her eyes with disbelief, shock… and evident awe. She was now almost certain Yasmine's biceps were bigger! "I can't arm wrestle her! What if I lose?" Her head was filled with questions, "No that can't happen! Or can it? No! I won't! ...but how can I decline?"
Of course Alexandra had to accept the challenge. The audience cheered while Jon fainted out of excitement.
After a short break, Jon was up on his feet again. He wanted Alexandra and Yasmine first to flex for the cameras so that he could measure their arms. Again, Alexandra hesitated. Yasmine, on the other hand, happily obliged and with fumbling fingers Jon progressed to measure the woman's biceps.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped as the measure wrapped around Yasmine hard and surprisingly big bicep. He didn't reveal the size of the bulging bicep… perhaps it was because he couldn't, as his knees gave away and he would have fallen had Alexandra not caught him.
"Calm down little man," Alexandra said, "I think this is a bit too much excitement for you."
Meausuring the guns.
Jon recovered and moved on to measure Alexandra's bicep. Again his eyes grew big with wonder as the yellow measure found its way around Alexandra's lean but extremely defined arm.
"Well?" Yasmine asked, "Whose guns are bigger?"
It took several seconds for Jon to gather his wits "Yours! Quite a bit!" he said, to soften the blow to Alex he quickly added "But Alexandra has slightly better definition."
"I knew it!" Yasmine shrieked and began dancing in place, "I knew it!"
Alexandra would have objected, but she had already suspected as much. Yet she was devastated. She was supposed to be the strong, athletic girl on Baywatch! She was supposed to be the muscular girl. Not Yasmine! Yasmine had always been on the softer side… with no discernible muscle definition. How was this possible? "Oh no!" she thought when she realized that they would be returning to the set the next week, "I will be the laughingstock!"
"O-ok…" Jon stuttered, "Lets' get over to the table."
"I must win!" Alexandra thought, "I
MUST win!" Alexandra's world had been turned upside down. It was like she had lost her identity.
As Alexandra and Yasmine walked over to the table their height difference became evident – Alexandra Paul literally towered over Yasmine Bleeth. But that didn't seem to bother Yasmine. She had already proven to have more muscles in her arms… perhaps she wasn't as cut as Alexandra, but she was confident that she was stronger than her tall
but very slender friend. Besides, she was the underdog… if she lost, that wouldn't be a big thing, but if she won…!
A suitable table had been set up and Alex and Yasmine positioned themselves on the opposite sides of the table. They grabbed each other's hands. Yasmine's confidence was a bit unnerving to Alexandra. Yasmine had a smile on her lips while Alexandra's lips were pressed tightly together into a thin line.
As the arms tensed distinct muscles became visible on both arms. Now there was no doubt that Alexandra's arm was thinner than Yasmine's and the definition difference was minimal!
"I knew it!"
Unfortunately for Jon he didn't get to witness the match as he fainted the instant the two women grabbed hands.
The match began with Jon lying on the floor.
Yasmine got an early lead and began to press Alexandra' arm down. It looked like this would be over quickly. Alexandra looked horrified. She could not stop the descent!
Yasmine was smiling; her bright blue eyes were shining. She was a bit surprised how weak her opponent seemed to be. "Are you even trying?" she asked.
The fear of further humiliation gave Alexandra a boost of energy and the descent stopped. Then slowly, they began to move back up. The studio audience was silent. With a tremendous effort Alexandra got their arms up to the starting position and with a growl she began powering Yasmine's hand down.
Even if Yasmine's hand was slowly moving towards the table Alexandra was in utter disbelief at her friend's strength.
Suddenly the descent stopped! Alexandra looked at Yasmine who was still smiling confidently.
Yasmine was smiling because she, in turn, had found her hidden reserves. For a few seconds she had worried that her opponent's slender arm really had more power than her own. Clearly it didn't!
There were gasps and wild cheers as Yasmine managed to force their arms up again.
Their arms remain still for several seconds. Then several more. Neither is getting the upper hand. Their forearms, upper arms and shoulders are bulging with muscles. It's impossible to see any difference in definition, but the size difference is evident! The smaller Yasmine's biceps, delts and pecs are larger! Much larger!
Alexandra's face is distorted by the effort; there are tears in her eyes. Even Yasmine has stopped smiling. No doubt, the two Baywatch beauties are giving everything they've got!
Tear filled hazel eyes are staring into bright blue eyes. Teeth are gritting. Pearls of sweat are running down beautiful faces.
Then their arms begin ever so slowly to move again. One arm is overpowering the other, one girl is slowly winning – Alexandra has gained the upper hand! Yasmine's hand has been forced halfway down when it again stops and refuses to go further. Face red, distorted by rage and strain Alexandra is pressing with all her might, but to no avail. Yasmine might look calm and poised but it is clear she is concentrating on the task as much as her opponent.
Tears were now welling down Alexandra's cheeks. Even if she was winning she was about to give up. She just didn't have the strength to push Yasmine's hand down the remaining distance. How? Why? She closed her eyes and screamed! When Alexandra opened her eyes she stared at the hands and began laughing. Hysterically! The scream had given her the strength to push Yasmine's hand to the table. She had won! SHE HAD WON! "I won?" was her last thought as she passed out from exhaustion.
When Alexandra revived she was lying on a couch in the dressing room. Yasmine was sitting on her knees next to her with worried look on her face; her face brightened when Alexandra opened her eyes.
"What happened?" Alexandra asked feebly, her whole body felt powerless, and her right arm was aching and completely useless. She hadn't felt this spent even after the Hawaii Ironman she competed in.
"You passed out," Yasmine replied.
"Oh…" Alexandra looked perplexed, "Who… who won?"
Yasmine giggled, "You did."
"I did?" Alexandra wondered herself why she sounded so surprised. "I… overpowered you?" She sighed, "I
am stronger than you!"
Yasmine smiled, "Perhaps…"
"What do you mean?" Alexandra tried to sit up but her body didn't respond and she slumped back down.
"Well, you know," Yasmine said, "I know this thing was more important for you than for me." Yasmine got up on her feet, "I'll get you some water." She turned around and began walking towards the door.
Alexandra's eyes were instantly drawn to Yasmine's leather clad tight butt – never had it looked that great! So… alluring! Then Alex's eyes moved to Yasmine's back and bare shoulders. Her muscular back! Her muscular shoulders! All Alexandra wanted to do was to reach out and caress those shoulders, those powerful shoulders and arms and… She felt dizzy. Never before had Alexandra desired someone like she desired Yasmine right now! She was so… beautiful!
Yasmine stopped at the door, as if she had felt Alexandra's' stare; she turned her head and smiled enticingly, "I can show you my abs, when I get back…if you want to see them… they're rock hard," she winked, "I'll be right back…"
The excitement was too much, and like Jon before, Alexandra passed out with a wide smile on her lips.
