Might Makes Right… At Least it Seems That Way…

Might Makes Right… At Least it Seems That Way…

Written By: SteeleBlazer

Meet Samantha "Sam" Smith, a nerdy girl with a passion for science. She's been asked to tutor three of the star football players at her college: Brad "The Tank" Thompson, Jake "Jock" Johnson, and Mike "Muscles" Mitchell. These three jocks were known for their incredible size and strength, but their intelligence was lacking. They were lazy, dumb, and complete jerks. Sam was stuck doing all of their work and even taking their tests for them. Sam tried to complain to the department head, but she was told that the football players were "big men on campus" and they could do as they pleased.

Feeling fed up and helpless, Sam decided to use her intelligence to prove that brains were better than brawn. She was smarter than them and she was going to prove it. She decided to use her knowledge of science to steal their muscles. She created a strange device, and she convinced them to wear it by telling them it would help her get a good grade, and it would also improve their athletic performance. At first they didn't want to wear it, but they reluctantly agreed to do so only when Sam told them she’d completely stop helping if they didn’t wear the devices.

As for the devices themselves, Sam told them it would track and monitor their progress, but in reality, it was draining them of their size and strength and transferring it to her. Day by day, they were becoming smaller and weaker, while Sam was growing bigger and stronger.

After two weeks, the jocks started to notice a significant decrease in their muscle mass and strength. They were furious and pissed off that her device wasn't working, but of course it was working just as Sam had intended. They were told it’d make them better athletes, but it seemed to be doing the opposite, as their own performances the last few weeks were dismal to say the least. They’d even tried to remove the devices, but found that they were unable to do so. As their performance dwindled, along with their bodies, they tried more and more to remove the devices, even trying to pry the band open. But, all their attempts had failed. So left with no choice they had to go to Sam and get her help. Which of course was what Sam was always there for.

Sam was sitting at her desk in the tutoring room going over all her papers, when all three of the jerky jocks barged into her office. They were a half hour late for their tutoring session, but they didn't seem to care.

"What's the problem, guys?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're late."

"This is the time we always show up," Brad said, scowling.

"Yeah, and you're always late," Sam retorted.

"Shut the hell up," Jake said. "We got important stuff to discuss. This device ain't working."

Sam couldn't help but smirk. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Brad said. "We can't take it off. And it's making us weaker and smaller."

"Well, that's the point," Sam said, rolling up her sleeve to reveal a boulder sized bicep, a truly massive mound of raw beefy and bulging and rock-solid muscle “I designed this device to drain muscle mass from the wearer and transfer it to me. And it's working perfectly."

The three jocks gaped at her, their mouths hanging open. That was the biggest bicep they’ve ever seen on a girl before. Not only that, but it was also bigger than their own arms to boot.

"What the hell, Sam?" Mike exclaimed. "You can't do this to us!"

"I can do whatever I want," Sam said, crossing her burly arms over her chest, her muscles swelling and bulging as she did so. "You agreed to wear the device for my experiment. And now you're reaping the consequences."

“Well stop this experiment. It’s not working how we want, and get these off of us!“ The men all raged at her and while their words were not lock step in unison, their intent and pleas to her as they begged her to remove it were of the same message. But Sam revealed that the devices were working exactly as she wanted and that they made of titanium and were nearly unbreakable and would only come off, if and when Sam wanted them to.

"We'll get you for this, Sam," Brad growled, advancing on her. "You're going to regret crossing us."

"I don't think so," Sam said as she rose from her chair.

Brad was expecting to still tower over her, yet they that wasn’t the case. She almost was able to look him right square in the eye. And he also expected her to cower before him, but that too wasn’t the case, as she met his glare with an unflinching one of her own, and he was expecting her to be the easy pushover she always was. But that too wasn’t the case, as he found that she now could push back and it was her pushing him back with ease.

"You see, You’re not the big men you used to be, and I’m no longer the scared little girl you can push around. Now, if you want I’ll be glad to help you boys, but things will change, and we’ll only finish this experiment when certain parameters are met.

“FUCK THAT!” All three of the jocks shouted at once.

“Get, these fucking things off us or you’re going to be sorry bitch!” Jake said as he and the other two men tried to look as imposing as they could. And truthfully, they were all still very big men. It’s just Sam was just as big as them, if not perhaps actually a little more so, and she had ace up her sleeve.

Well, not so much an ace, but the remote control device that controlled the devices and the amount of muscle she could siphon and drain and steal from the jocks.

“I don’t think I will take them off you boys. You clearly haven’t learned your lesson, but I’ll tell you what I’ll do… With just a few with just a few clicks, I’ll take more of your precious size and strength." And with that, she clicked a button on her device, and Brad, Jake, and Mike all crumpled to the ground as more muscle was drained from their bodies.

Their clothes hung loose on their now skinny frames, while Sam's muscles bulged out of her sweatshirt and sweatpants. She stood tall and proud, her newfound strength and power giving her a confidence she had never had before.

"Come on, boys," she said with a grin. "Let me give you a hug to cheer you up."

She wrapped her massive arms around them, lifting them up off the ground, and holding them in those burly arms of hers, she squeezed them tightly. They cried out in pain as the pressure was too much for them to handle. They passed out in her arms, completely helpless against her newfound strength.

Sam couldn't help but feel a little victorious. She had always been a nerdy girl, never quite fitting in with the popular crowd. But now, she had proven that brain truly was stronger than brawn.

She knew the jocks would be furious when they woke up, but she didn't care. She had made her point, and she wasn't going to back down. She was ready for whatever they had to throw at her.

As expected, the jocks went to the head of the school to complain about Sam's actions. They were furious that she had taken away their muscles and made them weak. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much so… Their words seemed to no longer have the same weight that they used to. But Sam’s words seemed to be stronger than ever before as she explained to the head of the school all about her experiment and that it was all done in the name of science.

The school was impressed with her findings, and decided to not expel her, and even let her continue her experiment, under the condition that she compete on the school's football team. Sam was thrilled at the opportunity to prove that brains truly were better than brawn, and quickly set about training for the upcoming season.

The school did however, insist that she remove the devices from Brad, Jake, and Mike. Which in fact had been further draining and sapping them of what little size and strength they had remained. By now they were about the size of an average woman… If not actually a little bit smaller, and Sam knew they really didn’t have much left to take.

The jocks, Brad "The Tank" Thompson, Jake "Jock" Johnson, and Mike "Muscles" Mitchell, were furious at her for what she had done to them. They had gone from being the big men on campus to being laughed at and bullied by their former teammates. They were now nothing more than towel boys for the team, and they hated it. No one ever called them by their old nicknames anymore, instead they’d use other nicknames, like shrimp, wimp, twig, and those were the nicer of their new nicknames.

Sam, however, was in her element. She was stronger, faster, and more agile than she had ever been before. She quickly made a name for herself on the football field, breaking records left and right and earning the respect of her teammates and coaches.

As the season progressed, Sam couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she dominated on the field. Her newfound strength and power were undeniable, and she was quickly becoming a force to be reckoned with. But as she basked in the adoration of her teammates and coaches, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As she watched Brad, Jake, and Mike, now scrawny and weak, relegated to the role of towel boys for the team, she couldn't help but think about the experiment that had led her to this point. She had set out to prove that brains were better than brawn, but instead, she had ended up proving the opposite.

As she watched the way her teammates and coaches fawned over her, she couldn't help but feel that it wasn't her intelligence that was making her popular. It was her brawn. She had the literal strength of three men and was by far the strongest person on her team, if not perhaps even the whole world. And as she looked down at her mighty female muscles, she couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion.

It seemed that might truly did make right, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. She had never thought that would be the outcome of her experiment, but the science had led her there. And as she looked forward to the rest of the season, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to reconcile the duality of her newfound strength and intelligence.

Somedays she even almost felt bad for what befell Brad, Jake, and Mike. Sam couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched them scurry around the locker room, fetching her towels and water bottles, or wiping down her equipment that she used in the weight room. They had been such arrogant, entitled jocks before she had taken away their muscle mass, but now they were nothing more than weak, scrawny little boys. They had begged and pleaded with her to give them back their strength, but Sam had refused. After all, they had never cared about her intelligence or her hard work, only her ability to do their work for them. Now they were forced to do the same for her, and she relished the shift in their power dynamic.

As she watched them struggle to lift all the equipment, and the bags of laundry, and the water coolers and just lug all the stuff around, she couldn't help but think how much easier it might be if they were just a bit stronger. Guess might really is more important than she ever thought. She had always believed in the power of brains over brawn, but now she saw that having both was a true force to be reckoned with. And while she may have almost felt bad for the jerky ex-jocks, she knew deep down that they deserved everything that had come to them. They had never respected her for her intellect, only for her ability to do their work for them. Now they were getting a taste of their own medicine, and she was more than happy to be the one dishing it out. And besides no matter how sorry for them she ever felt, she’d just remember that might made right, and that strength and power were the only thing that they ever respected. And you better believe they finally now respected her, the whole entire school did too.

Despite her mixed feelings, Sam couldn't deny the thrill of being a powerhouse on the field. She was determined to win the championship and break all the school's records, and nothing was going to stop her. But as she looked forward to the future, she couldn't help but wonder what other studies and experiments she could undertake. Maybe next year she'd give the device to some of her deserving female classmates and help level the playing field. But for now, her focus was on the championship and solidifying her place as the big woman on campus.

And so with the football season, and her semester coming to a close, and her grand experiment coming to a close as well. Sam had to begrudgingly admit. That might makes right… At least it sure seems that way. But she wasn’t one to complain anymore, now that she’s got brains and brawn and lots of might, thanks to those mighty female muscles of hers.