.. yelled the ornery stranger walked in the saloon. 'I hear there's a cowgirl who "supposedly" found the fountain of strength in this town! Well, I don't thank she can deal with these arms.' The stranger curled his arm in front of his vest into .. 13" at best.
"Oh sheet, this stranger don't know what he in fough. Let's watch Kara Jones shame 'im", said the saloon regular to his friend.
Kara Jones appeared from behind the bar. She moved her massive frame through the serving side of the bar, her giant lats and shoulders bumping into the bar and cabinets. The stranger now looked scared. Kara lifted the bar gate and now he could see her entire figure - an upper body of boulders on a female frame. A visible, tight ab core that curved into dense butt and legs. And she had nice-looking cowboy boots. 1 foot from touching him, the stranger felt something he never felt before: an evolutionary, euphoric instinct in his loins to serve this alpha human.
"You see everyone thinks she found the fountain of strength, but actually I've done some reconoiterin', .. and she's got some kind of machine in a cave made of .. iron, or silver I can't tell. She walks off in the middle of the night to her cave and walks into a mirror-like wall created by the machine.."
Kara reached up and put her hand on his upper arm, "Well now your arm looks good for where, *cough* when, you come from." She then picked up his wrist and so easily forced his hand to grip her unflexed, 25" upper arm. Then she flexed. He gaped his eyes, his pants tent ramrodded. She then did a double biceps pose, walked her core right up to his. She smelled unnaturally good, like she had access to a universal cheat library that gave her all the right recipes.
The bar regular continued his story .. "And, you know the darndest thing she come back out of the mirror wall in a minu' or so. Then she start doing some weird dance with iron contraptions, lifting all sorts of ways. I told the town doc 'bout this and he thinks she a, you won't believe this, he thinks she a time traveler. But she just going back in time to the same day again and again, and again."
Kara Jones then bear-hugged the stranger, lifting him off the floor. Her body completely enveloped his. "Now miss, I'm sorry for trying to pick a fight..". "Oh no, we're past apologies, mister. You need to be punished a little." She re-cinched her bear-hug grip on him. Now, he couldn't talk. He looked horrifed. "Bad little boys get some ribs broke". Pop, pop .. pop. "Ok, that's a good boy. that's my boy." She plopped him down. He could barely stand, and had to brace onto her arm. "Ok, miss, I'm sorry ..," he winced in extreme pain, "..thank you for, aghh, your punishment."
"Good.", said Kara. She walked him to a table and sat him down. After sitting him, she straddle-leaned her body onto his, his head being encaved by her upper body. "Okay, have an arm-feel for the road, stranger. I know how it makes you feel." Painfully but very willingly he grasped her steel bicep. "You know, I liked you coming into town today. I think I'll recycle today in the machine a dozen or so times and have some real fun with you," said Kara Jones, staring down the life-changed, string-bean-in-comparison-to-her stranger.