Arm wrestling

Rachel and April faced off across the counter. Everyone gathered around, many people openly betting on the winner. April slammed down her thick, muscular arm with a cocky grin. Returning the smirk, Rachel clasped her hand with her tan, lean arm half the size of April's.

"On your mark... get set... go!"

Both girls immediately began straining to pull the other's hand down. To April's surprise though, they were locked in place. She strained her muscles, but could not make Rachel budge. She grit her teeth. She had to be stronger, she'd trained so hard, her muscles were so big! Yet, to her surprise, Rachel seemed to be hardly trying.

Sweat beaded on April's brow. She strained as hard as she could. Then, to her surprise and horror, her own arm began going lower... lower. The crowd cheered. April gave it everything she had, but Rachel gave her a hard slam down, winning the wrestling match!

April couldn't believe it! So many bench presses, so many protein shakes... and she'd lost to someone half her size!

"YES!" Rachel hollered. "I knew all that bulk was just extra weight!" She pointed at April, dancing in victory. "And now, it's time for your forfeit..."