Mabel And Her Marvelous Muscles (Short Story) (Patreon)

The crowd laughed at Chet’s remark and the irony of their statement was lost upon both of them, just as the true strength and power of Mabel’s steely physique was lost on them as well. They really thought they were stronger than her. That they were just tired is all. That’s the only reason why an elderly 75-year-old woman could out-lift them.

Written By: SteeleBlazer

Chet and Bo were two smug jerks who thought they owned the gym. They loved nothing more than to bully anyone who crossed their path, and they treated the workout facility as if it were their own private domain. They would kick people off machines, mock them for using light weights, and leave their sweat all over the equipment without bothering to wipe it down when they were finished.

But on this particular day, they met their match in the form of an elderly woman named Mabel. Mabel was a 75-year-old with a bulky figure, and she moved slowly around the gym after she finished her warmup on the treadmill. Wearing plain grey sweatshirt and sweatpants, she seemed like an unlikely candidate to stand up to the two meatheads.

But when Mabel ventured into the free weight section, Chet and Bo immediately approached her with disdain. "What are you doing here, lady?" they sneered. "This is the free weight section. It's not for women, least of all an old woman like you."

Mabel, however, was not one to be underestimated and certainly not one to be bullied. "I've been lifting weights longer than you've been alive," she told the punks with a steely gaze.

The two men laughed in her face. "Yeah, tiny little girly weights," they scoffed.

But Mabel was fed up with their abuse. She was not your typical grandmother - she was a weightlifting, bodybuilding granny, and she was about to prove it to these two jerks.

With a flinty stare, Mabel pulled up her shirt to reveal a set of hunky and chiseled abs that were more defined than those of the two men. Both their jaws dropped as they stared at her shredded midsection in shock.

But Mabel wasn't finished yet. Rolling up one of her sleeves, she flexed her huge, burly arm and showed off a bicep that was much thicker and bigger than any of their arms. "Looks like you boys are weaker than me," she teased with a sly smile.

Mabel and her marvelous muscles had left the two men temporarily dumbfounded; she was used to her magnificent muscular physique having that effect on people. While the two jerks would eventually recover from their dumbfounded state, they would sadly remain just as dumb as ever.

Mabel laughed as she flexed her arm over and over again, and with each hard squeeze she gave her arm its bicep peak swelled up higher and higher. Without even speaking she was still taunting the two men, taunting them with each flex, and taunting them with her impressive physique.

"So what?" they sneered. "You’ve got some muscles. But, you’re still just an old, feeble woman."

Mabel chuckled and shook her head, rolling up the sleeve of her other arm and flexing it for good measure. "There's nothing feeble about these muscles, these are Mighty Female Muscles." she told them with a grin. "If anyone's feeble and weak, it's the two of you."

By this point, a crowd of gym-goers had gathered around to watch the exchange, and they cheered Mabel on as she took off her sweatshirt to reveal her massive, muscular physique. While her skin did droop and sag slightly, those muscles of hers were still tight and trim, and rock-solid. Not only were her muscles leaner and more defined than those of Chet and Bo, but they most certainly were bigger. A fact that was not lost on either of the two men, nor on the crowd.

The guys were clearly upset, they were used to being the big men at the gym, and here was an old woman, and she was not just standing up to them, but she had bigger muscles than them too. They weren’t used to being belittled. Being teased and goaded by her words, and her mockery, they were practically foaming and frothing at the mouth as they yelled at Mabel to shut up and that she had no idea what she was talking about. As their insults spewed forth from their mouths and the spittle spewed forth with it, Mabel kept her cool and stood strong and unmoved by their words. She would not be intimidated by these two. Mabel just laughed and told them that it was typical of the young to be arrogant and stupid... and weak!

"We're not WEAK!" the men raged at her, but they said nothing about being accused of being stupid, and so Mabel just chuckled and told them to prove it.

“ANY TIME!” The men shouted at her, and that is how the contest of strength between the two young men and Mabel began.

"Is that all you boys were squatting?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, and before they could respond, she marched over to the squat rack and cranked out 15 perfect reps with ease. While she didn’t exactly blast out those reps. She is a 75-year-old woman after all. So, while she moves a bit slower with her advanced age, there was no denying the power that her muscular frame contained.

The two men were shocked and upset by her display of strength, and they quickly lined themselves up at the squat rack to try and prove themselves. Bo managed to get 8 reps, but Mabel chastised him for not going all the way down and getting a proper bend in his knees. Chet, on the other hand, started off strong, but when he reached 10 reps he began to struggle and slow down. He pushed himself to the limit, but ultimately had to give up at 13 reps. Mabel slapped him on the back in a playful manner and congratulated him for not giving up, but she had still beaten him in the squat contest.

“No fair!” Chet said and then Bo agreed with him by nodding his head.

“What’s not fair?” Mabel asked as she crossed her burly arms across her chest, her sports bra bulged and strained to contain her hefty bosom as her pecs bounced and rippled beneath the taut fabric.

“We’ve already been lifting and working out. And you haven’t been.” Chet said and Bo chimed in afterward with a “Yeah!” of his own.

“Oh... Is that all... I thought you were going to say it’s no fair that an elderly woman has bigger and stronger muscles than you.” Mabel said to the men as she laughed at them and their excuses, all while she brought her arms together in front of her in a powerful flex. The crowd of onlookers let out a collective gasp at the sight of her brawny muscles rippling and bulging as her veins pulsed and throbbed from the pumping of her arms.

“No, it’s not that at all!” Chet stammered, and Bo once again chimed in with a “Yeah.” As he furiously nodded his head in agreement with Chet.

The crowd laughed at Chet’s remark and the irony of their statement was lost upon both of them, just as the true strength and power of Mabel’s steely physique was lost on them as well. They really thought they were stronger than her. That they were just tired is all. That’s the only reason why an elderly 75-year-old woman could outlift them.

As the men wiped themselves off with towels, Mabel gazed at the bench press and raised an eyebrow. "What say you boys?" she asked with a sly grin. "Shall we keep going? I know you men love talking about how much you all bench."

Bo and Chet looked at each other, a little nonplussed at first, but then they just grinned and nodded. They loaded up the barbell with a massive amount of weight - four 45-pound plates on each side - and took their turn lifting. Bo was able to get 6 reps out, but Chet struggled and had to be spotted by Bo, only managing 4 reps before having to re-rack the weight.

It was Mabel's turn now, and as she looked at the barbell with all its heavy weight, she shook her head and let out a low whistle. "That's a lot of weight," she said, and the guys laughed and told her, "Damn right it is. Takes real men to lift it."

But Mabel just shook her head again and started stretching her arms and back, swinging her arms to loosen them up. The striations rippled as she stretched and swung her arms, her veins pulsing and her muscles bulging with the slightest of movements. She sat down on the bench and took a few deep breaths before grabbing the weight and slowly lowering it to her chest.

At first, Bo and Chet thought she wouldn't be able to push it back up, but as she started raising it, going slowly and breathing in and out with each rep, they couldn't believe their eyes as she not only lifted it back up, but she went on and completed 10 perfect reps with the heavy weight. She re-racked the barbell back on the spotter pins, sat up, and gave her chest a nice, hard, slow flex. Her pecs bounced up and down, while her sports bra seemed to be even tighter than before and was now really, really struggling at its seams to contain her massive chest. She was tired from the exertion, but that didn’t stop her from giggling softly to herself as she caught her breath. She loved lifting heavy, and in fact this weight was a bit lighter than what she normally lifted.

“This was a good warmup. Should we go heavier, or would that be too much for you boys to handle?” Mabel asked the men.

When they didn’t respond. She went over and grabbed two more plates and put them onto one side of the barbell. She repeated this process, all while the crowd of gym-goers murmured both in disbelief and awe of Mabel’s muscular might.

The two meatheads too watched on, only as Mabel sat down on the bench and proceeded to lift the now increased weight of the barbell, they didn’t marvel at her muscular might the same way the crowd did. No, they watched on in fear as they realized just how strong Mabel was, and their fear increased right along with each of her reps. She actually was able to bench that heavy barbell six times. It weighed almost 600 pounds, and yet this 75-year-old grandmother could lift it. The crowd was in shock and so were Chet and Bo. They couldn't believe that an elderly woman could be so impossibly strong. It just seemed impossible!

But it was possible and with a loud clang Mabel returned the 585-pound barbell to rest on the spotter pins of the bench, and she stood up and celebrated her lift by giving everyone a powerful flexing display.

Chet and Bo were the kind of men who didn’t really know how to handle their emotions, and they particularly didn’t know how to handle their fear and humiliation. The two men were really starting to get upset now, shouting that this was bullshit as Mabel flexed her arms in a powerful most muscular pose, her veins and muscle striations popping out all over her muscular body.

"It's not bullshit," Mabel told them with a grin. "It's Mighty Female Muscles... And maybe if you boys spent less time harassing others and more time lifting, you could have muscles like mine. Of course, they wouldn't be as strong, because you're just weak little men."

The men raged at her, insisting that they were not weak, but Mabel just laughed and asked if they wanted to continue the competition.

Without waiting for an answer, Mabel walked over to the EZ curl barbell rack and grabbed the heaviest barbell on the rack - a 140-pound barbell with a bent and twisted design for better hand placement during bicep curls. She was feeling particularly spry and feisty today. Maybe it was from the pump of all the weight she lifted, maybe it was from the crowd of onlookers watching her, or maybe it was the thrill of out-muscling those two jerky meatheads. Whatever it was, she was feeling good, and she sure was feeling strong, and she was happy to show it off for everyone to see.

She was so energized and raring to go she proceeded to blast out 15 perfect reps, her biceps bulging up and down as the veins throbbed more and more with each repetition. When she finished, she handed the weight off to Chet, who wasn't really ready for it and stumbled backwards. He cursed at Mabel as he struggled to right the weight, but to his credit he managed to get 16 reps, even though the last few were sloppy as he was swinging his hips and bending his back. Sweating profusely, he grinned at Mabel, happy to have finally bested her.

It was now Bo's turn, and he managed to get 18 reps, though once again the last few were sloppy and his muscles were really straining as the sweat poured down his face. "Looks like we won this round," Bo declared as he dropped the weight to the ground, and both men laughed as they high fived each other.

But Mabel wasn't done yet. She picked up the weight from the floor and, using only one hand, started to curl it. She did 8 reps before switching hands, and then she handed the weight off to Bo with a sly smile. He too stumbled backwards as the weight was handed off a bit forcibly to him. The crowd chuckled and laughed at this, and as he fumbled with the weight and tried to curl it, their laughter only continued to grow.

He kept on trying and trying, and as he tried to curl it with one hand, it became apparent that he just was too weak to do so. But he wasn’t about to give up, so as futile and feeble as his attempts were, he still kept on trying and still he couldn't manage to lift it with just one hand. Finally, having worn himself out, he no longer had the strength to hold onto the weight and the weight fell to the floor with a loud clang. Mabel laughed, and everyone else in the gym who wasn’t already laughing, joined in with her, causing Bo's face to turn red with rage. But he said nothing as Chet tried to lift it with one hand and also failed.

"It's a stupid trick," Chet grumbled, but Mabel just chuckled and told him that the trick was to be strong and have big, powerful, muscles. She capped off her remark by flexing again, and this only further angered the two men. They were really stewing now and getting angrier by the second.

Mabel looked around the gym, trying to think of something else to challenge the two men with. Suddenly, she had an idea. "I know," she said with a grin. "Why don't I give you two deadbeats one last chance? Let's deadlift and see if you deadbeats can beat me."

Both Chet and Bo were tired and sweaty, their faces red with anger, but their manly pride was at stake and they grudgingly agreed. They once again loaded the bar up with plate after plate after plate, the weight double than what the men had on the barbell for their bench press.

Mabel once again whistled at the weight, and as the men stood in front of the barbell, trying to catch their breath after the arduous process of racking it, she playfully slapped both of them on the back, causing their knees to buckle slightly from the power of her slap.

"That's a lot of weight," she teased. "Are you boys sure you can lift this much?"

"Damn right we can," both men insisted, and with that, Chet stepped up to the bar.

He really had to strain to get the weight up, grunting and heaving as his whole body trembled with the effort. He slammed the weight down, causing the whole gym to shake from the impact, and then lifted it up again, repeating the grueling process for a total of 5 reps. Chet gave Bo a fist bump, and then it was Bo's turn. He took a deep breath and, with a guttural cry, managed to grind out 4 muscle-straining reps, each one causing the gym to shake and his muscles to strain as sweat poured down his face. He laughed as he looked at Mabel.

"I think I might only be able to do one rep," Mabel told the men with a sly smile.

With that, she squared up to the bar, grabbed it, and started to lift it. But instead of stopping at her waist, she kept lifting the barbell higher and higher, lifting it up to her shoulders and holding it there for a moment to catch her breath. She took two quick breaths, and then started to press it above her head, her muscles quivering with the effort, her veins throbbing as she gritted her teeth. Inch by inch, she pressed that massive barbell above her head, her muscles bulging with the strain. When she finally brought the weight back down to the ground, she let it drop.

Most people know what a microphone drop is, Mabel is too old to get that reference, but what she did here was a barbell drop, and that is so much cooler than any microphone drop. The weight was so massive and heavy, and both Chet and Bo were so tired and exhausted, that they stumbled and fell to the floor, from the earthshaking force of the fallen barbell.

Standing over them, Mabel toweled herself off, her bulging muscles and sweaty, muscular frame on full display. She flexed over them and said with a grin, "Looks like I won, boys."

Scared and defeated, the two men ran away, hearing laughter from the whole gym as they left. The whole gym applauded Mabel, and a few of the young women even asked her if she could train them to be strong like her. "Of course, dearies," Mabel replied with a smile, ready to take on her next challenge.

“Why don’t you join me in my workout.” She told them.

“You mean, today... Right now?” The young women asked Mabel.

And she shook her head yes as she said to them. “Yeah, let’s start today right here and now. Now that I’m properly warmed up, I think I’m finally ready to get started and pump some real iron.”

Mabel and the young women laughed and more importantly they began their workout. It would take time, but the women would become stronger and stronger. And within a few months those women were just as big and strong as any of the men at the gym.

Just as big and strong as those two jerky meatheads Bo and Chet. Not that Mabel or the women, or anyone else at the gym ever saw those two ever again. But, if they ever were to come back, they’d sure be shocked at how big all the women at that gym became, and they better learn proper manners. Because these women will not be bullied or pushed around and it's all thanks to Mabel and her marvelous muscles.