The Naiveness of a Jock

[Brfan]

Let me tell you a little bit about myself before we start.

I'm smart. Real smart. I skipped a year in high school smart. Now, at 19, I'm already a junior in College, and I'll get two majors summa cum laude smart.
I'm also very socially awkward. Have no skill with girls whatsoever. And I'm skinny. 1,78m 64kg skinny. Seriously flesh and bones. No meat. I'm also very pale. That and the fact that I was always the youngest in all the classes I attended to made me an easy target for bullying. And bullied I was. The countless wedgies, closet-locking, all the pranks you can name. That made me a person very scared of everything.
I had two sanctuaries in my life: studying, and RPGs. Since I couldn't be one in real life, I played as a mighty warrior, or a fearless knight, a sage wizard. And I read. A lot. About anything.
I was lucky enough to attend to a College just a small drive away from my place, so I didn't have to go through the whole dorms/sorority thing. It didn't avoid the bullying 100%, but it reduced it a lot. But enough about me. This is the story about my younger sister. Oh yeah, I have a younger sister.

Her name is Debrah, but we call her Debbie. Debbie is 14 years old, and for some weird reason mom and dad send them to an all-girl school upstate. That means she only comes home on Fridays, and leaves every Sunday. That's actually good for me, cause, have I mentioned I'm scared a lot? Well, Debbie scares me. No, she's not a bully or anything. Not that I know of, at least. She's actually very sweet, and I doubt she could harm anything, but Debbie is a gifted athlete. She had been in the gymnastics squad through all her life, and now she changed sports to track and field. She's actually very good at the 100 and 200m dash. So Debbie is a jock. And she looks like a jock. Her legs are insanely thick, and all muscular. At each step Debbie takes I can see her vastus lateralis jump. And the three other heads of her quads don't stay behind. Debbies calves are diamond shaped, very thick and hard. They don't even twitch, even when she's bouncing around.
Debbie's abs have probably more muscle than my whole body. When she walks around with cropped tank tops I can see the clear lines of a six pack. I'd probably break my hand if I tried to punch them. And her upper body, though not as developed, is no slouch either. Debbie has defined shoulders and pretty beefy arms. Her back is also all muscle. I could study anatomy on her. Good thing is I don't need to. I know exactly where are her latissimus dorsi or her trapezius just by looking at it.


So, it was a Saturday morning. Mom and Dad had left for some grocery shopping, and I was on my computer, coding some silly stuff for my own RPG. My mind had drifted away to yesterday, when yet again I was picked on by some basketball player and made fun of. Well, not just made fun of, I was pretty much humiliated verbally by him. I should have said something, but I never had the guts to do it.
I was still thinking about it and how frustrated I was with my inability to fight back when someone knocked on the door.
I jumped aside, scared (I did tell you guys that I'm scared a lot, right?) and walked towards it, opening it. It was Debbie.
Now, I could have told her to go away, but right now I didn't have the spirit. So I let her in
"Hey Dom... I was hoping you could help me... and, why are you so scared? It's just me" Debbie was wearing spandex shorts the accentuated the diesel on her legs. It also made her butt very plump and powerful looking.
"I-I'm not scared... but... what to you want?"
"Here, see if you can fix this" she handed me her phone, which seemed all dark.
"What did you do to it?"
"Nothing, I woke up and it was like this. And seriously, chill a little. You don't need to watch over your shoulder the whole time. One can almost grab the stress with his hands in here"
I looked at her for a second, considering sharing some with my younger sister. I never shared with anyone, and right now I could use it. But I had a phone problem in my hands, literally. And that was more important. Or I said so to myself
A few minutes later I gave her phone back to her, fully working I couldn't help but notice that Debbie looked pretty jacked with her hands on her hips.
"Here. It was probably this app here. It's conflicting with some other stuff you have. I'd suggest you delete it"
"Ok, thanks, Dom. You're my own private genius, you know?" she hugged me briefly, almost cracking my ribcage.
When Debbie was about to leave, something happened. I stopped her
"Hey, Deb... wait"
"What?" she turned around and looked at me with curiosity
"You... you asked me why I was so scared..." I had no certainty of what I was about to do, but maybe this could be good, and Debbie did gave me the room to share my feelings. Plus, she always treated me correctly, so I could try and fight through this.
"Yeah... what happened?"
I told her about yesterday's events and how the basketball player made fun of me in front of many people, and how I felt. Debbie felt sorry for me
"I'm... really sad that people like that exist, you know?" she said "And I'm sorry you have to deal with them, Dom... you're a nice guy. Good things should happen to you"
"Thanks, sis... you're a good sister too"
"But... that doesn't explain why you were scared today, here, in your room. Why you were scared of me, of all people. I'm your kid sister"
I stared at her. At first my thoughts were she was joking, but her eyes told me another thing. She actually didn't understand it. Maybe it was the all-girl school, where she didn't have much of a measure to understand how imposing she could be with her muscles always on full display and how they affected smaller boys. Maybe she was just naive. And for some reason I felt brave enough to tell her
"Well, Debbie, It's just... I've always been scared of you"
"Always? What?"
"Well, not always always, but... I guess since you were 12 or something. You know, you've always been a buff girl, and..."
"Buff girl, what are you talking about? I'm just a normal teenager"
Again, I wasn't sure if she was joking, but her non-verbal language told me she didn't understand what I was saying. I could've gone through a spoken way of explaining it to her, but for some weird reason I decided to be more visual
"Debbie, there's nothing much 'normal' about how you look, you know... especially when compared to me. For instance" I stood up and pulled one leg of my lose shorts up, showing her my quads (or lack of). Even though I was flexing them, no muscle appeared, whatsoever. The difference side by side with Debbie's was shocking. I guess her legs were at least twice as big as mine
"Can you see how thicker your legs are when compared to mine? And they're like that for a long time now"
Debbie stared at my twigs and then at her own power trunks
"Well, but that's.. that's cause I train a lot for my track and field... I'm no different from any of the girls on the team"
"I'm sure that's true, Debbie but... I'm your older brother. And you're was stronger than I am, just by looking at you"
She blushed for a second "I'm not sure I'm stronger, Dom.. I mean, sure, my legs are well trained and all, but..."
"Debbie, it's not just our legs. Make a muscle"
With a puzzled face, Debbie rolled up her sleeve and flexed her bicep. I let out a little gasp before flexing my own flabby arm. Debbie placed her hand on my bicep (or the place where it should be) and on her own proud muscle. I could tell she was surprised and a little proud of her own arm. I also realized I enjoyed staring at her flexed muscle. For some reason, it represented much of I wanted to have. Power, confidence, health.
"See?" I told her, putting my arm away. Debbie kept her flex
"I... had no idea..." she was still caressing her muscle and feeling it's solidness
"Dom, can we... can we compare other things, too?"
I stared at her "What for?"
Debbie stared down, at her own feet, almost embarrassed of what she was about to say "I never... I never knew I looked... like this. This... buff, as you said it. And..." she was beet red
"And what?"
"It kind of makes me feel good about myself, you know. I could really use this"
And then it struck me. Debbie, despite having a blessed and hard earned body, was very self conscious about herself, about her looks. This was the first time she was realizing her body was something to be proud of, that many people should envy what she had.
"Sure" I told her, partly trying to keep her in a good mood, part because I was enjoying this too. Debbie reminded me of a smaller version of my heroes and amazons from my RPGs. I stripped out of my t-shirt and stood in front of her with nothing but my shorts and my skinniness. Debbie mimicked be, revealing her upper body fully, except for the black sports bra she had on.
"Now what?" she asked
I showed her my abs (or more like my flabby skin on my abdomen) and told her to compare with hers. I instructed her to feel the difference between mine and hers, and how hers were harder
"Wow, Dom... you're right... these are really hard!" she said, punching her own abdominals "wanna feel them?"
"I-I... no, I'm..." I tried to avoid touching her, cause I didn't exactly know what was going on, but Debbie grabbed my wrist and put my hand on her abs. I shut my mouth and dropped my jaw immediately. The smoothness of her tanned skin contrasted beautifully with the rigidness of her muscles beneath it
"My god... It's like a brick wall" I managed to whisper
"Right?" she giggled "That tickles" she pushed my hand away
Now, I didn't know much about bodybuilding poses, but I knew about anatomy and knew how to make some muscles pop out, so I went on showing Debbie a little bit more about her triceps, chest and shoulders. We were both awed in our own way about how she looked.
We finally put our t-shirts back on and she asked
"So... you really think I'm that buff?" It was like she still couldn't believe her eyes
"Debbie... honestly, after all of this, do you have any doubts that you could kick my ass?" I asked her, naked of all fears for the first time in a long time
"Well... no, not really" she answered candidly.
"Exactly. And that's true for a while now, like I told you. How does that make you feel?"
Again blushing, Debbie spoke "In honesty... good. I never knew I looked like this. I mean... I knew how I looked, I never knew what that was compared to other people and... I feel good I have something some people don't"
"Correction: most people don't. I'm pretty sure you could kick any boy your age his ass too, you know?" I gigggled
she smiled.
"Well, thanks, Dom... that was... I'm not sure of what that was, but I'm thankful for it. And for you being my brother" Debbie hugged me again
"Thank you too, Debbie... I've never... I've never opened up about this whole bullying thing with anyone"
"Well, I'm here for you. And don't worry, I won't ever kick your ass, ok? So stop being so scared around me"
"Ok, sis!"


That day, with mixed feeling inside me, I channeled all my energy into reading about bodybuilding. For some reason, that seemed like something I might use sometime. I read about training, the routines, the phases, everything. I watched hours of videos teaching about different exercises and their techniques. No, I was never doing that myself, but there was something inside my head telling me I'd use that knowledge.

Finally, late at night, around midnight, Debbie texted me
"You up?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Mom and dad?"
"By now? On their 2nd sleep at least"
I was intrigued by her questions, but my curiosity was shortly resolved, as she knocked on my door
"Come in" I said "What's up?"
Full of energy, and not at all ashamed of what she was about to say like she was before, Debbie started
"I think I have a solution for both of us"
"What? Solution?"
"Yeah. For your bullying problem and... well, my issue"
"Ok... what are you thinking about?"
"You're a smart guy. Probably the smartest I know. You know your way around biology, physiology and all that. So..."
"So...?"
"So... what if you put together a plan for me to pack more muscle up? I promise you I'll follow your every instruction, to the letter. I have a full gym at my disposal back in school, cause I'm on the track team, so training won't be a problem. I just need to know what do to. What to eat, when to eat, this stuff."
"Debbie, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you helping me become stronger, more muscular. I know you know how to, or at least can learn quickly. And I can do it. I want to be bigger, stronger. And in exchange, I can be your personal bodyguard"
"What? Bodyguard? I don't..."
"Not bodyguard in the literal sense. But I can keep the bullies away. You said yourself, I'm already stronger than most boys my age. Probably a few older too. If I pack up more muscle, more power, I can be stronger than most guys. Most men. And you could use someone like that on your side, right?"
"Right but..."
"And listen, It will be good to me too. I've always felt average. In grades, in sports, in life. Today, for the first time in forever, I felt really good about myself. I felt like I could be great at something. I felt good being and looking stronger than you. I'm embarrassed to say that, but... I want to be and look stronger than others too"
I couldn't believe her. I was conflicted in my mind, but her words sounded to me, in a way, extremely... enticing. Seeing Debbie become bigger, stronger, pushing bullies away with her muscles... it was just too good to say no to
"Al... alright. But what about mom and dad??"
"You leave that to me. I'll be wearing only lose clothes now that it's beginning to chill, and by summer it will be too late for them to say something. Do we have a deal?"
"We do"
"Great. Let's make me big, big brother"

[caino]

so good, as usual!!!
K for you
but please, go on with small jersey story!!!

[Brfan]

I'll admit to you, at first I didn't think this would work. I did, however, put on the work and before the weekend ended I had emailed Debbie a sheet with the exercises she should be doing each day of the following weeks, the amount of food she should be eating, when and how. Carbs, protein, I even read about and learned which protein powders were best for her to gain mass. What surprised me was that Debbie seemed really into it as well. She texted me daily keeping pace of her routine, what she had in schedule for the next day and so. He commitment drove me more committed as well.
All the research led me to learn about female bodybuilding, and caught my eye. I stared for long periods at those toned, big women with their prominent and proud muscles, in awe and admiration. I also learned about the devotion they had, and how focused they had to be. My admiration by them grew daily, and therefore, by Debbie.

After two weeks we had another opportunity to discuss our plan. Mom and dad were out Saturday morning doing grocery shopping as usual, and Debbie took 2 seconds after they left to knock on my door. I let her in
"Come in, I have a surprise for you"
"Oh, really? I love surprises. What is it?"
I pointed at a scale on the floor
"It measures your weight and gives an approximate body fat percentage. Go on"
Debbie opened up a glowing smile, took her sneakers and socks off, removed her sweats and stepped on it. We read the results together
"59kg, 13,1% body fat"
"Not bad at all" I told her making a mental note that, despite being 5 years younger, and about 12cm shorter, she was only 5kg away from my current weight.
"Yeah, well, we need to improve that, nonetheless" she seemed resolute
"We will. Now, another thing" I pulled a measuring tape from my pocket
"What's that?" she asked, not recognizing it
"A measuring tape. If you want to be serious about this, we need to keep track of your progress, Debbie. Here" I pointed her to my notebook where I had different pictures of 'how to' measure different body parts to guide us through.
Opening up the first instruction, I knelt in front of Debbie in order to measure her calves. On that position, for the first time, I felt like she was this superior entity and I was there at her will, her subject. I didn't feel bad, though. I instructed her and wrapped the tape around her mighty heart shaped calf. I read, in awe, the number out loud
"34cm. That's.. outstanding, really, Debbie"
Debbie let out a little giggle as she flexed her calf, causing the tape to run through my fingers as it now read almost 35cm.
Still knelt down, but now in a more upright position, I placed the tape around Debbie's thick legs. As my hands touched it's solidness, I felt a shiver down my spine.
"59cm. Wow"
"Wow, Debbie, your thighs are almost as thick as your waist. 60cm here" I remarked as I took the tape from her waist. Hips were 90cm.
I reached her chest and as Debbie inhaled, I couldn't help but notice she already possessed that "Y" shape athletes had. I wondered how she'd look months from now.
"How much?" she asked
"92cm. That's really good" I told her
Finally, we moved to her arms. I told Debbie to flex her bicep and wrapped the tape around it.
"Geez, Debs, those are 31cm. And I still can't get over how hard and well shaped they are"
"Well, thanks, Dom. You should see them after one of those nasty workouts you set me up. They look really mean and pumped. At least 2 or 3cm bigger than that, too, I'd guess"
"I trust you. So, I'm also finishing up an app where we can keep track of your progress and you can update it daily with your workouts and whatever else you'd like. You'll also be able to post pictures of you so you can have those before/after looks from time to time. Sounds cool?"
"Sounds awesome! Thanks, Dom, for doing this for me. For us"
"Don't mention it" I waited for her to say her goodbyes and leave, but Debbie stood still, with an awkward 'I want something else' look on her face
"What?" I asked
"Do you think... we could... do you?"
"Do me? What are you...?" then I realized she was staring at the measure tape, still on my hand "Why?"
She blushed "Well.. you know I kind of dig the idea of being... well... bigger. Plus, on school it's only girls, there's no point on comparing me with them, and I don't really know many other boys, especially one that I could ask 'hey, do you want to compare muscles?' so... what do you say? It kind of fuels me up" she had a big grin on her pretty face
I sighed "Alright... I'll guide you through it"
"Yay! You're the best, big brother"
"Let's see how long you'll be calling me 'big'" I snapped back playfully as Debbie knelt and wrapped the measuring tape around my skinny legs
"So, that's 28cm for calves and 51cm for thighs" she said as she got up. "I have quite a few centimeters on you, right Dom?" she said, smiling. She was enjoying this, enjoying being bigger than me, but she did it in a way so cute I didn't felt bullied or anything.
"Well, those are some massive legs you got there, Debbie" I was being honest
Debbie patted her thighs for almost no vibrating of her muscles at all "Yeah.. they really are. Can you believe I can press almost half a ton with these big girls?"
"Wow" was all I honestly could tell her
Debbie didn't even mind measuring my waist or hip, skipping straight to my torso, which read the same as hers. She seemed a bit disappointed with that information, but then I reminded her that I was 12cm taller and 5kg heavier than her, so that meant proportionally she had a bigger torso than me.
"That's true! And I bet my arms are bigger" she added
"Well, let's find out" I told her positioning myself for her to measure my so called bicep
"Ha! 29cm! I told you! Your sister has some big guns, you know!" Debbie dropped the tape and flexed her arms at my face
"You sure do, Debbie. They are really impressive"
"And can you imagine when they hit 35, 38cm... 40cm? How will you feel about them then, Dom?"
I stared at her. It was shocking how much Debbie was into this trash talk, and how it made her all fueled up. I was also amazed that it didn't made me feel bad about myself either, but happy for her
"Well, normally I'd say I'd be scared to death, but since they will be YOUR muscles, my young sister's muscles, I'll be - even more - in awe and admiration, Debbie. I'm sure you'll get there"
She giggled "Thanks, Dom. You know you don't need to be scared of my muscles" she grinned "Well, maybe a little, cause they will be pretty scary. But don't worry, You should only be scared of what they'll be able to do with all those bullies that bother you, Dom"
I looked at her and asked "And Debbie, if I may ask... how will YOU feel when you have those 35, 38, 40cm guns?"
Debbie smiled
"If I'm being completely honest, I'll feel proud of them. And probably a little cocky too. I won't lie to you. I've dreamed about that. I'll want to walk on the streets with them on display, just to see other people staring at them. Especially boys. And men. Who wish they had guns like mine. And.. And... and if they stare too much, I'll probably tease them a bit. You know, a little bounce up and down. Or who knows straight up a double bicep flex. Just so they know what they are dealing with. And... and you know? I want to flex them in front of those bullies that torment you. I want to see my muscles instilling fear on them. I want to see them scared of my rock hard muscles, oh God, Dom... I want all of that so bad!"
For a fraction of a second, I considered I might be helping develop a bully myself. But it went away pretty quickly. The idea of living what Debbie just described was too good to not making it happen. If she'd be a bully, she'd be my bully. And again, somewhere in the back of my mind the idea that I was just a subject to that Amazon on the making lit up my own fire to push forward.

[Jabba]

Loving this

[Jaguar]

Great story so far!

[jhunter]

First person with good flow and description? And good dialogue? Keep up the nice work.

[phil123]

Greast story. Can’t wait for the next chapter

[Brfan]

It's been almost 4 months since Debbie started working out under my 'supervision' - I'd never thought I'd say that - and according to what she updated on our app, it seemed to be working out pretty well. She had more than doubled the weights of her presses and curls, and though the app was very basic and didn't allow her to actually send me the pictures - I thought it was better that way - she did do it eventually through other ways, and I could tell she did look bigger.
She was back home during a snowy winter Saturday, and as usual mom and dad were out. Debbie knocked on my door
"Hey Dom, you're free?"
"Yeah, sure, what's up?"
"I wanted to show you something. I think you'll like it" She handed me the phone
There was a video waiting to be started. I clicked on it. There was Debbie entering a gym, but this didn't seem her regular school gym. I could see some boys there
"What is this?"
"Well... don't tell mom, but me and a friend we... escaped the school for a more intense workout one of these days..."
"Debbie, That's..." I was going to reprimand her, but I noticed something else on the video. I recognized one of the boys. It was a jerk that used to go with me to high school, and, as many others I could point, was a bully. He was doing curls standing in front of mirror when Debbie stopped next to him and started loading an EZ bar with plates. Her friend must have been filming it. My eyes couldn't help but notice the weight Debbie was putting in
"Those are..."
"Yeah, they are. 12,5kg on each side, plus the bar, which I'd say something about 8kg. So that's over 30kg"
On the video, Debbie stood side by side with the bully, who happened to be doing the exact same exercise, only with no more than 18kg total. By the end of Debbie's set the boy had dropped his weight and was just plain staring at my sister's biceps. The film girl made sure to zoom in his face. It was of total awe and some envy. The girl zoomed back to Debbie's biceps, who now looked like they were about to explode, so big and veiny they were from the effort. When Debbie finished up her set, she racked the bar, turned to the boy an flexed both her arms. Her friend was pretty good at the filming thing, as she positioned herself behind Debbie and caught the boy's face of disbelief staring at my sister's muscles from over her bicep, which backside was serving as a bumpy frame to his expression.
Debbie then approached him and spoke words I'll never forget, as they both thrilled and frightened me
"Those are cute weights you're using, young man" Debbie's voice came from the phone "But if you ever want muscles like these, you better start using some real ones"
Debbie then came closer to him and said something I couldn't distinguish in the recording. With a smile on her face, she turned to the camera and stood side by side with the boy, who then spoke to it
"Erm... hey Dom... I'm.. I'm very sorry for... well... everything. I hope there's no... no bad blood between us" he looked to my sister with fear in his eyes "Anyways... I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the pranks and all. Hope you can forgive it"
the video ended; Debbie's face had a grin on it, waiting for my reaction
"That was..."
"Awesome, right? Oh, I wish you could have been there, Dom! You would've love to see the look on his face!"
I was torn. Yeah, it did me feel good. I hated that jerk for so long I thought he had it coming. Still, I couldn't feel sorry for him. I could empathize with the situation. And there was a third feeling, the one of seeing my sister so confident and strong looking doing that. It was conflicting as well, but for other reasons. I was struggling with it because I found it extremely hot to see her impose her dominance just by showing off her muscles.
"I... thank you, Debbie" was the most sincere answer I could give her
"You're more than welcome, Dom. Plus, I wouldn't have those biceps if it weren't for you, so I have to thank you too"
"Debbie, I... how did you... how did you feel when you did that?"
Debbie looked at me, measuring her words before answering
"I... I've never felt more alive, actually Dom. I know it may be 'wrong' to act like that, and I promise you I don't do it around with people that truly don't deserve it. Actually, I hadn't done that before this video. And I won't be doing it at will. Please don't think I'm turning into a senseless bully on my own. But if you must know, it felt good. Really good. It was kinda.... well, kind of hot, actually" she blushed
I blushed too "It... it really was" I confessed
she breathed in relief. "Oh Thank God. I was worried you might think I was a jerk. But I gotta tell you... It was so damn hot that I thought I should have asked him to kiss my biceps. Or maybe my girlfriend. I don't know. It's weird but.. I just felt like they deserved the admiration"
In my head I just thought they really did

[caino]

FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!
please go on, with this and small jersey please
K

[phil123]

Great chapter on her way to 40 cm guns

[tapion]

Awesome story ! Again ! Love it ! 

[szerep]

This story is Epic. Love it.

[Brfan]

"So that's 65cm for thighs, 99 for chest and... wow, 35 for biceps. I cannot believe how much you've grown, Debbie!" I finished up measuring my younger sister to check on her progress.
It's been another 2 months, and I have to admit this whole project was actually doing me some good. Even in College, where Debbie couldn't really 'protect' me from the bullying, just by knowing I had such a super sister did good to my confidence. Plus I was discovering something that, given the subject studied, I was good at.
"I know, right?" Debbie was feeling her own mighty bicep, which now stood up bigger than the last time we had a measuring tape around it, but not only that, it looked sharper and more defined. Also, small veins could be seen around it.
"Seriously, I was wondering when you'd stop packing up muscle, considering we're following a 'natural' routine, but you don't seem to have reached your plateau just yet. Some genetics mom and dad gave you"
She giggled and smiled "Yeah... I guess they did. Anyways, do you mind taking me to the mall? I need some workout clothes, mine are a little too tight around these" Debbie flexed her traps, causing her torso to expand widely.
"S-sure"

We were driving towards the mall and chatting when I got curious on how Debbie was dealing with her new body in school
"So, don't people look at you? Say something? I mean, you can't walk around on sweats in school"
"haha, No, I can't. You know, at first people noticed during track practices, but they just figured I was hitting the weights a little too hard. Coach tried to give me some talk, telling me I'd be slow if I packed up too much muscle, but the truth is I'm even a bit faster than I was, so he stopped nagging me about it"
"And your girl friends? They must have noticed by now you have more muscle than a high school linebacker"
Debbie giggled again, clearly amused to be talking about her body "Yeah, they notice. Actually, they are always asking me to flex, and Dom, I have to tell you... it's kind of nice when they feel my biceps or my thighs and say their 'oohs' and 'aahs' and 'wows'. I've put a lot of work into this body, and I think it deserves to be praised. So... I enjoy when they do that" she blushed a little
"Well, you did put a lot into it, Debbie, and you do deserve all those oohs and aaahs, you know"
"Thanks, Dom. I wouldn't be able to do that if it wasn't for you, so you deserve that praise too" she smiled at me
"That's cool, Debbie, but my reward is knowing how happy you are with those big guns of yours" I snapped back, although my mind registered that I would indeed enjoy watching her being worshipped by her friends.

We reached the mall and I helped Debbie pick up a few pieces of clothes. She had indeed gotten bigger. Many of the girlish models she picked didn't come on her size, so a few of them she had to pick from the male session. I did got her however a couple tank tops with unicorns and clouds on it. I thought they gave Debbie the feminine, young look she still had on my eyes, despite the bulging muscles underneath it.
"Erm... hey, Dom, do you mind taking these to the line? I'll just go check on a sports bra, is that ok?"
"Sure, Debbie" I told her as she bounced her way to the fitting rooms.
I got in the line and started browsing my cell when an older fellow, around his mid fourties probably, cut the line in front of me. He was more or less my height, and probably weighted 10kg more than I did. Normally I wouldn't say anything, but Debbie had made me more confident, as I told you. So I poked him on his shoulder.
The man turned around with a threatening face
"Yes?"
My courage almost emptied on me, but there was something still there, so I told him
"I was in line, sir" my voice came out more shivering than it should
"I don't think you were" he answered me and turned back. I was kind of pissed, kind of disappointed on me for not standing up. However, before I could say something, Debbie was standing next to me, wearing one of the sports bra she was trying. Her upper body was on full display, and it was mesmerizing. She must have seen the whole scene.
Debbie had her hands on her hips as she spoke out loud
"Sir, excuse me, but my brother was in this line, and you are cutting it" I could tell she was holding a flex of her pecs, and they were jumping out of the sports bra, giving her and even larger frame with her traps and lats also in play.
The man was readying some answer when he turned around and his mouth went silent. His eyes bulged as they ran from Debbie's capped shoulders to her chiseled six pack. He was babbling when Debbie pretended to be tying up her hair, making her biceps bounce up and down
"I'm sure it was an honest mistake, but you should go back to the end of the line, sir"
I was in shock. The man seemed to have dwarfed in seconds near Debbie. Despite being taller, it was clear for the three of us she had the bigger, stronger body, and he didn't dare say anything back except an apology
"I-I'm so sorry.. I... Actually, I forgot to pick something up" and he left the line leaving behind his bag, almost running away. Debbie, by the mere showing of her muscles, had just made a grown man run away in fear. She was glowing
"Did you just see that?" her voice was excited
"I did. That was..." But Debbie just went on
"I love my muscles so much, Dom! Look what they can do!" Debbie was now fully flexing her biceps, that on that sports bra, framed by her thick and sinewy forearms and round shoulders looked even bigger. People were now beginning to stare at us
Debbie looked at me worried I'd scold her for being such a show off, but I was actually enjoying it as well
"It's okay, sis. You deserve all those looks" I told her quietly. She smiled at me and held her flex for a little longer, finishing it with a full lat spread with her hands on her hips. We giggled as we overheard some gasps and the 'wows' Debbie talked about earlier
"You know, I love having such a powerhouse sister" I told her in all my honesty
Debbie smiled
"And I love being your hulky younger sister"

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I love it!

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this one of the best you wrote!!!
please don't stop, go on...
K