Scott pushed harder, not noticing how his forearms thickened and thin arm tightened up with a small new ball of muscle. What it would be like to have arms like that. Scott could feel Jake applying more pressure, he could see the way the jock’s bicep flexed and popped a little.
He grunted and miraculously their arms stayed put. He could tell Jake was toying with him, he had a big dumb grin on his face and was barely trying. He didn’t have much choice in the matter though- if he refused Jake would just mess with him anyway. Jake was Scott’s bully and tormentor so when Jake came to him and told him all he had to do was arm wrestle him and he would stop picking on him like the sorry nerd he was, he thought it was another trick.