Marilyn Mon-Swole And Jane Muscle Still Got it! (Text Story with pictures!) (Patreon)

Marilyn Mon-Swole and Jane Muscle Still Got it!

Written By: SteeleBlazer

Marilyn Mon-Swole and Jane Muscle arrived at the restaurant, their muscular calves flexing with each step they took. As they took off their coats, the coat check boy couldn't help but stare in amazement at their physiques. "Wow, you guys are huge!" he exclaimed, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

“Thanks, but we’re girls not guys!” Marilyn said as she gave the coat check boy coy smile and wink and a playful not so little flex to top it all of with. Which caused the overly excitable boy’s face to turn red from the attention Ms. Mon-Swole gave him.

"Looking swole, Marilyn," Jane commented, admiring her friend's muscles.

"And you, Jane, those are some big muscles you've got there, Ms. Muscle," Marilyn replied, flexing her own biceps. "You're looking just as muscular as ever."

Jane grinned. "I've gotten bigger since last time," she said, flexing her arm.

The girls laughed as a waiter walking by ran into a counter and dropped the tray of food he was carrying. "We still got it," Marilyn joked and this time both girls flexed their brawny arms together.

The girls sat down to have dinner together, chatting and catching up. After they finished their meal, they discussed who should pay the bill. "I've got this," Marilyn said, reaching for her wallet.

"Oh no, I insist," Jane countered, grabbing her own wallet.

They looked at each other for a moment, then grinned. "How about we arm-wrestling for it?" Jane suggested.

Marilyn’s eyes lit up. "Now that's an idea I can get behind," she said, rolling up her tight sleeves and flexing her forearms.

The two girls moved their chairs so they were facing each other, and each gave their arms a series of flexes to loosen up, the muscles in their arms dancing and swelling as their muscles rippled and radiated with strength and power. The other diners in the restaurant couldn’t help but watch with interest as the two muscular women prepared to arm wrestle.

They positioned their arms on the table, gripping each other's hands tightly.

"Ready?" Marilyn asked, her brawny muscles tensing as she prepared for the match.

"Ready," Jane replied, her muscles bulging as she braced for the challenge.

"1,2,3, go!" Jane said, gritting her teeth as she applied pressure to Marilyn's hand. Marilyn responded with a surge of her own strength, and the two of them struggled against each other, their muscles straining.

The muscles in their arms bulged and trembled as they fought for the upper hand. In the end, it was anyone's game. Both women’s forearms were a mass of densely packed thick musculature brimming with powerful sinews and their forearm veins where pulsing and throbbing from the opposing force.

As they strained and struggled, their muscles bulging with effort, the two women began to talk and tease each other. "You're not going to beat me," Marilyn said, gritting her teeth. "I've been training for this moment for years and years."

Jane just laughed. "You might be big, but I’m just as big sister, only I'm leaner and meaner," she said, her biceps flexing even more as she tried to force Marilyn's arm down to the table.

For several minutes, they fought back and forth, neither one gaining the upper hand. Sweat began to bead on their foreheads, and the veins in their arms throbbed and stood out even more as they strained against each other.

"Come on, Marilyn," Jane teased. "You can do better than that."

Marilyn gritted her teeth and redoubled her efforts, her arm trembling with the effort. "I'm not going down without a fight," she said through clenched teeth.

The girls continued to push against each other, their muscles straining and their veins popping out. Both were evenly matched, their muscles bulging and glistening with sweat as they fought for dominance. It was a close match, but after several minutes, Marilyn finally managed to pin Jane's hand to the table.

"Looks like I win," Marilyn said, grinning triumphantly.

"Next time we arm-wrestle, I get to use my strong arm," Jane said, rubbing her bicep.

"Honey, both my arms are my strong arm," Marilyn replied, flexing her biceps and laughing.

The girls continued to laugh and flex their muscles, enjoying each other's company and their strength.

The girls laughed and hugged, congratulating each other on their impressive strength. As they got up to leave the restaurant, the patrons applauded and cheered, impressed by their muscular prowess, and of course awed by their great beauty as well.

And on their way out after picking up their coats from the coat check boy, they heard their waiter calling after them. “Ms. Muscle, Ms. Muscle, Oh Ms. Muscle!”

Jane turned around to see what the waiter wanted and the young man slammed right dead center face first into her muscular bosom. He toppled over from the impact, but Jane Muscle stood strong and tall, unfazed by the collision.

“You’re pretty fresh, generally a man buys me dinner first” Jane said to the waiter.

“To be fair, we did just eat.” Marilyn quipped.

“Ummm… Sorry, Ms. Muscle, but you forgot your purse.

Jane thanked the young man and took her purse and offered to help him up, but he politely declined. Jane understood, this wasn’t the first time a fan who got an up close look at her legendary muscles became star struck and weak in the knees.

“I might have lost honey, but I still got it!” Jane said to Marilyn as both girls chuckled and exited the restaurant.