Something to Cheer About (Short Story) (Patreon)

Something to Cheer About

Written By SteeleBlazer

Cheer up, boys.

I’m sorry if you’re upset that me and all the other cheerleaders not only got bigger biceps now—but bigger, stronger muscles than all of you.

But you’ve got to admit… all these hot, huge, hunky muscles look good on us girls.

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

And cheer up—so we didn’t just outmuscle you… but we kicked you out of the weight room.

We needed the space. After all, we’re still growing—bigger and stronger every day.

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

And we know how much you boys love saying bigger is better. Well, you’ve got to admit—us girls and our muscles are bigger and better than you boys and your so-called manly muscles.

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

Maybe not.

But look on the bright side—you get to look at us, and all our gorgeously engorged muscles. And we all know you can never have too much of a good thing.

Now isn’t that just something to cheer about?

So cheer up—it’s really not that big of a deal that you boys no longer work out in the weight room… Don’t just look at our big muscles, look on the bright side—you don’t have to wipe down the equipment and stations after you’re done with them.

And if that isn’t something to cheer about, then I don’t know what is.

But I guess if you boys want to, you could be our towel boys and wipe down the weights and equipment after we’re done lifting them. Then again, we lift way more than you boys ever did, and we do so without even breaking a sweat.

And I think that’s something worth cheering about.

And I used to be a cheerleader, before I got these great big, bulging beef muscles, so I know a thing or two about cheering…

            So go on and give my great big muscles a great big cheer.

            I don’t hear ya cheering…

Hold on—let me flex for ya… Really big ain’t it... Ain’t that just something to cheer about!

So cheer up and admit the weight room is just too small for the both of us—just like how our clothes are now way too small and tight for our musclebound physiques.

But remember what you boys always say, bigger is better! Well, what do you know, me and the girls actually agree with you boys on something—bigger is better!

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

Maybe not… for you boys. But us girls, we just can’t stop cheering about our muscles, and you might not think it’s fitting for a bunch of cheerleaders to be cheering about their big, bulky, hulky muscles… and maybe it’s not fitting—just like our cheer uniforms!

Just look at our sleeves. We’re not just stretching them, but we’re stretching disbelief…

Oops!

There I go, tearing and bursting out of my sleeves again!

Now isn’t that just something to cheer about?

And c’mon and cheer up—so you’re no longer the big boys on campus.

            So us cheerleaders are now not just the big girls, but the girls on campus. And our girly muscles rule the gridiron.

Try not to think about standing in our shadows—I know with our huge, hulking physiques it’s hard not to.

But think of the load we took off your shoulders. With our broad, brawny shoulders, we can bear the load easier than you ever could.

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

So don’t take offense that we replaced you boys and took your place on the football team.

After all, your offensive line was no match for our mighty female muscles, and you boys couldn’t hold us back as we sacked the quarterback over and over again.

And while I know you boys weren’t cheering each and every hard-hitting tackle and sack us girls made, you better believe each and every hard hit we laid on you—laying you out with our rock-hard, hardbody muscles—gave us girls something to cheer about.

And we did.

Loud. And proud. Over and over again.

You boys were begging us to stop, to go easy on you, ’cause we just hit too hard!

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

And I know you used to tease and joke about the smaller and weaker of you boys tackling and hitting like a bunch of girls… but just admit it, you boys wish you tackled like us girls. Why, I bet it won’t be long till you boys are cheering on each and every one of our big, bone-crunching hits.

            And hey, don’t get so defensive about it.

            We got tired of cheering for a bunch of losers, so we hit the gym—and now we hit harder than all you boys. The truth hurts, just like our tackles. And again, there’s no need to get defensive, because you certainly lacked any kind of defense when we squared off.

Speaking of squared, look at our squared shoulders. No, we’re not wearing shoulder pads—yet. Each and every one of us girls now has shoulders practically as wide as your entire defensive line.

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

Don’t tell me you find that offensive…

            Cheer up—you boys really dropped the ball when you tried to become great football players. You could say you really fumbled your attempts.

When in fact, you couldn’t stop fumbling the actual football during our game.

You couldn’t hold on to your places on the team—or the football itself.

It kept bouncing loose, just like each of our hits and tackles bounced you boys around the football field.

The only thing bigger than our hits are our Mighty Female Muscles.

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

And I know you hated us girls busting your balls, but don’t hate the players—hate the game.

I know you want to take your balls and go home, but don’t be sad.

            You boys had your chance, but you couldn’t hold onto your balls—I mean the football.

You fumbled it away, and now us girls are the ones who picked it up.

            You could say we took the ball and are running with it—all the way to the end zone for a touchdown.

            In fact, several touchdowns, as you boys just couldn’t stop us.

            We didn’t just strong-arm you on the football field—we pushed you aside, stiff-armed you, steamrolled you, ran over you, and bulldozed you all the way to the end zone, all game and all day long.

Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

I know we girls were cheering after each and every touchdown.

And hey—look on the bright side.

            I know you boys always wanna score with us cheerleaders—only it was us girls who scored on you boys over and over again!

And we both know that’s something you boys don’t just cheer about, but brag about.

Only I don’t think you boys are going to be bragging about that particular kind of scoring anymore.

            But hey—cheer up.

You didn’t just lose your place on the team to a bunch of girls.

You lost it to your former cheerleaders.

            And while we’re done cheering, we’re just getting started winning.

            Isn’t that something to cheer about?

And if you weren’t cheering before, you’re going to be cheering now—especially since you and the boys are now the cheerleaders, cheering us girls on.

            Now isn’t that something to cheer about?

So, show some school spirit.

            And don’t forget to show some leg, especially when you’re doing those cute high kicks.

Me and the girls can’t wait to hear you guys cheering us on.

Doesn’t that get you excited too? Ain’t that just something to really cheer about?

I want to hear you shout and cheer, loud and proud, that Mighty Female Muscles are the strongest.

Admit it.

That’s really something to cheer about!