Little Sister Is A Big Bully

[ame3cv62]

I would worship the ground lola walked on.

[daviology]

Waiting for Kylie to fight and beat up a big group of alpha muscle guys.😬

[grbaclig]

Part 3, Chapter 44

        Eyes widened in the sumo academy as Allison licked and Lola squirmed.  Allison freed herself from Lola's vice-like thighs as the young amazon squirmed, and the second her lips left Lola's breast, the buxom Latina raised her fist to strike.  But Allison moved like a flash and soon had Lola's breasts cupped in her hands, and began rolling Lola's nipples around like marbles between her fingers.  Lola collapsed again, panting.  “I'm going kill you...” Lola gasped.  “The second you let go of my tetas....”
        “Why would I let go of them?” Allison laughed.  “Like you said, I can't compete with your muscles.  And like you said, these are some superior tits.  So I'll enjoy squeezing them until you beg me to stop.”
        “I'll never... ooh...  I'll never give you the... ooh... satisfaction,” Lola moaned.
        “Humiliating you is all the satisfaction I need,” Allison said.  “I could do this for hours.”
        “Oh my goodness,” mom said.  “I-I don't think I should be watching this.  It's so indecent.”
        “That's what makes it so hot,” Kylie said, unabashedly rubbing the crotch of her leather hotpants as her nipples hardened visibly under her leather vest.  “I love when girls fight over me.”
        “They're not fighting over you, Kylie,” I grumbled.  “There's more to it than that.”
        “No there isn't,” Kylie laughed.  “This is all about me.  It's always all about me.”
        Finally Lola gasped and squealed, and her body went stiff on the mat, her toes curling as she panted curses and threats at Allison.  Allison smiled and brushed a ginger lock of hair from her face as she rose to her feet.  “Now to make my victory official,” she said, grabbing Lola's ankles.
        Allison pulled upward on Lola's legs as she began to turn in a circle, and slowly Lola's body began to rise into the air, even as it continued to quake and shiver.  Allison spun around twice, three times, then four, spinning faster with each rotation until finally she released Lola's ankles, flinging the musclebound tween out of the ring and across the room, where she crashed into a pile of dumbbells and barbells.  “Oh my goodness,” mom gasped.  “Someone call an ambulance!”
        “She'll be fine,” Kylie said as she discreetly ran her eyes up and down Allison's body.
        As if she knew she was being appraised, Allison raised her arms overhead in triumph, showing off her flaring lats, full breasts and shredded midsection.  Then she bowed low to the assembled wrestlers, showing off her firm round breasts and presenting a tantalizing view of her labia to those standing behind her.  The sumo wrestlers bowed in return, and applauded Allison for her victory over the brash young girl who had wantonly desecrated their ring and cruelly humiliated their champion.
        “Sorry I brought my evil vagina into your sacred ring or whatever,” Allison said to Jiro as she stepped out of the ring, completely at ease in her nakedness.  “But at least the fight's over, so you-”
        “Nothing is over!” Lola growled, pushing her way out of the pile of weights as if they were twigs.
        “See,” Kylie said to mom.  “I told you she'd be fine.”
        Allison's face registered shock, and she dropped into a fighting stance as Lola adjusted her leotard again, stuffing her breasts back into the neckline.  “You filthy whore!” she growled at Allison, grabbing a nearby Olympic lifting bar.  “I'll destroy you!  Starting with that pretty face of yours!” 
        Lola twirled the 45 pound bar in her fingers like a martial artist twirling a staff, then raised it over her shoulder and ran toward Allison.  Then she stopped dead in her tracks, as if the barbell was anchored to an immovable object.  And in a way, it was.  Standing over Lola's right shoulder, Kylie had grabbed the collar of the barbell as Lola rushed by, and now held it firmly in place.  Lola pulled on the barbell, grunting and swearing, but was unable to pull it loose from Kylie's grip.  “Let go!”  Lola hissed. 
        “Just take the 'L',” Kylie said.  “Nobody wins everything all the time.  Except for me, of course.”
        Lola screamed and pulled with all her might, digging her heels into the floor and leaning backward in an attempt to dislodge the barbell, but Kylie was unmovable, her massive arm showing no sign of strain as she flicked through her phone.  “I'll never lose to her!”  Lola yelled.  “I'll kill her first!”
        Kylie put her phone away, and placed her free hand on Lola's waist, pulling her close and releasing the barbell.  Lola purred as Kylie ran her hand along the leg holes of the leotard, and she let the barbell fall to the floor.  “You don't want to get blood on your white leotard, do you?” Kylie asked.
        Lola drew closer to my massively muscled kid sister, running her hands along the portion of Kylie's lats that bulged out of the arm holes of her vest.  “I know you love my white leotard.” Lola cooed
        “I love the way the bottom is cut,” Kylie said, cupping Lola's jutting muscular buttocks.  “I can see your thighs, your obliques, a little bit of your abs, and all of your ass.”
        Lola pressed her cheek against Kylie's.  “I know you love how my busto pops out,” she said.
        “A medida que crecen tus tetas, amo más tu atuendo,” Kylie said, stroking Lola's hair with one hand as she pulled her closer with the other.  “Ahora besémonos hasta chorros.”
        “I don't speak Spanish, but that sounded like something sweet and romantic,” mom chirped.
        “It was filthy,” dad muttered under his breath, as Lola draped her arms over Kylie's gargantuan shoulders, and they shared a kiss so long and deep that we all looked away out of embarrassment, except for Allison, who stood slump-shouldered, watching the lovers with a look of longing on her face.

        We flew home that night.  Kylie joined Lola on her flight to Miami, but not before she bought us tickets home.  Mom and Allison got to fly in first class, but dad and I had to sit in coach, near the bathrooms.  When we finally got home I collapsed into my bed, but Allison insisted on sleeping in Kylie's room.  I slept well into the night, until Allison woke me up by stamping her foot on the floor.  “This is bullshit!” she said, shoving her phone in my face.  “Why do men always do shit like this?”
        “What are you talking about?” I asked groggily.
        “The President of the UFC says that Kylie can't fight for the UFC championship until the 3-way tie at the top of the heavyweight division is cleared.  It will take like a whole year for all those fights!”
        “I think he's right,” I mumbled.  “He shouldn't give Kylie a title fight just because she wants it.”
        “Um, how about because she obviously deserves it?” Allison snorted.  “Because she's obviously the strongest, fastest, and most skilled fighter in mixed martial arts.”
        “She's obviously on some kind of super steroids,” I said.  “Or she's like... a robot or something.”
        “Um no, Rick,” Allison said sternly.  “She's been tested like a million times, and every doctor that examined her says that she's a perfectly normal young girl.”
        “She's not normal,” I grumbled, getting frustrated.  “She's a bulldozer with tits and blonde hair.  Normal girls can't get that big or strong.  Normal girls can't build any muscle at all!  It's simple biology!”
        “Um no again, Rick,” Allison said, handing me her phone.  “I guess since you've been living in cave for the past couple of months, you didn't hear about all the new research into female muscle.”
        I read aloud from the news article that Allison had pulled up on her phone.  “Sparked by a desire to explain Ms. O'Reilly's unprecedented physical development,” I read out loud, grumbling as I scrolled past a picture of Kylie with her Mr. Olympia trophy, “researchers have discovered that pubescent girls possess a mixture of estrogen, testosterone, and hormonal growth factors that can lead to rapid muscular hypertrophy when supplemented with exogenous vitamins and-”
        “You don't have to read the whole thing,” Allison said,“ snatching her phone back.  “It says that girls can get super big when they're going through puberty if they eat right and lift heavy.  Here, check out the videos that get uploaded to Kylie's girls-only fitness app.”
        Allison gave me her phone, and played a video of a small girl who looked to be about 8 years old.  She had long curly brown hair and two missing front teeth, and she was wearing a loose-fitting yellow blouse that billowed like a spring dress.  She looked nervously at the camera until a woman's voice spoke in the background.  “Sophie honey, what do you want to say to Kylie?” the voice asked.
        “Hi Kylie!” the girl cried, exuding the energy of a starstruck child.  “My name is Sophie and I'm 8 years old, and I lift heavy every day because I want to be just like you.  Please let me train with you!”
        “Sophie honey,” the woman said again, “show Kylie your muscles.”
        I gasped in amazement as little 8-year-old Sophie raised her arm and pulled up her sleeve, revealing an arm as big around as mine, but lined with the deep muscle cuts of a contest-ready bodybuilder.  She giggled innocently as she flexed her arm, watching with glee as a bicep the size of a cue ball sprang up, jostling with a bulging shoulder as her beefy tricep swelled against her thick lats.  “This can't be real,” I said, swallowing dryly as little Sophie pumped her arm again and again, giggling.
        “She's like, not even the biggest 8-year old girl out there,” Allison said.  “I just like her blouse.” 
        I looked at the other videos queued up on Allison's phone.  One thumbnail after another of little girls with big muscles, all of them smiling with pride at their bulging sculpted physiques, posted to Kylie's girls-only fitness app from every corner of the globe.  “This can't be real,” I said again.
        “Don't feel bad little Ricky,” Allison said with a laugh.  “I promise that when women rule the world, we'll be nice.  As long as you know your place, that is.  Now get out of bed.  Kylie is going to be on the Late Night show, and I want to see what she's wearing.  I bet it's super sexy.”

[Jeremy Lightning]

Really like this latest chapter, especially the end, I absolutely love the idea that across the globe, girls of all ages are following Kylie's example and building muscles and strength well beyond normal, I personally would love to see this explored in detail, I really wonder how strong the 8 year old Sophie is? And if she is not the biggest 8 year old girl out there, who is? I know that is probably not going to be a major theme, but it's still fascinating to me that little girls are becoming bigger and stronger on a pretty much global scale. I look forward to more! k+!

[ame3cv62]

Yes i agree, it would be intersting to see how little sophie uses those amazing muscles.

[As]

I am getting flashbacks from The Spell plot by Marknew

[grbaclig]

Part 3, Chapter 45   

        “Why is Kylie going on the Late Night Show?' I asked skeptically.  “She doesn't care about TV.”
        “Who knows?” Allison said with a shrug.  “Maybe she just wanted to meet Princess Honey?  She's also going to be on the Late Night Show tonight, and she's everybody's favorite celebrity.”
        I had been avoiding all forms of media for weeks, but I couldn't resist a chance to feast my eyes on Princess Honey.  When her first music video dropped 5 years ago, every guy around the world took notice.  She had the toned legs of a dancer, the bulging butt of a gymnast, the slinky core of a belly dancer, and the voluptuous breasts of a porn star.   And all those body parts were covered in perfect cocoa-brown skin, and topped off with an exotically beautiful face that seemed to combine the most attractive attributes from her mixed-race gene pool. 
        Now Princess Honey was the most famous woman in the world, giving dance lessons to the daughters of oil sheikhs and giving workout tips to first ladies.  I watched her performance, hypnotized by the way her big round tits bounced and jiggled beneath a flimsy white silk dress that wrapped around her curvaceous body, as seductive in what it concealed as in what it revealed. 
        After her song, Princess Honey laughed and joked with Danny Doyle, the host of the Late Night Show.  I stared at Princess Honey's silky brown legs, slender and feminine, as they shone in the stage lights, bare up to the thigh in her daringly vented dress, until the commercial break.  “My next guest is the most talked-about athlete in the world,”  Danny said when the show came back on.  “She redefined the role of women in sports when she won the Mr. Olympia and the World's Strongest Man contest, and now she wants the UFC heavyweight championship.  Please help me welcome Kylie O'Reilly.”
        The crowd erupted with cheers as Kylie walked on stage, smiling and waving, wearing black stiletto heels with her hair up in a pile of golden blonde tresses.  And to call her little black dress scandalous would be an understatement.  It was basically a twisted pretzel monokini with a few strips of fabric hanging from the waist to approximate a skirt, and it exposed nearly every inch of the golden brown skin that covered Kylie's improbably busty and impossibly muscular body.  The dress was made from a fabric that I didn't recognize that was clingy and shimmering, and did an admirable job of staying place as Kylie strutted across stage, the top clinging precariously to her gigantic jiggling breasts, the skirt giving quick glimpses of her titanic thighs and enormous buttocks. 
        As Kylie reached out to take Danny Doyle's hand the muscles in her shoulders and triceps sprung to life, bulging out as big as an American football, stretching and contracting beneath her golden-brown paper-thin skin.  Her lats were as thick as bread loaves, and they jostled against her muscle-swollen rear delts and shredded ribs, all of which were made visible by her scandalously brief top.  Wolf whistles and cheers filled the air as Kylie turned her back to the camera and hit a rear double biceps pose, her thick muscle-knotted back erupting from her tiny waist, her deltoids showing segments and striations unseen outside of comic book illustrations, and her cantaloupe-sized biceps rising from her massive arms like boulders.  Her back was completely bare thanks to the pretzel monokini top, and her lower body was hardly covered, with only a square of shimmering black fabric the size of a comic book draped over her massive muscular butt, completely exposing the deep dimples where her glutes met her thighs, and the shelf of tanned toned meat where her glutes bulged out above her hamstrings.  The view from the front must have been just as impressive, because Princess Honey's jaw dropped open as she gawked in amazement, her hands clasped to her chest and her eyes as wide as saucers.  “Holy cow!”  Danny Doyle said to Kylie.  “I think we're going to have to blur out everything from the neck down.”
        Princess Honey fanned herself with her hands, blushing and laughing as Kylie sat down next to her.  “You don't like my dress?”  Kylie asked him with a giggle, her blue eyes flashing playfully.
        “I don't argue with girls who might be able to bench press my car,” Danny quipped.
        “I can definitely bench press your car,” Kylie said, crossing her legs demurely, her right calf bulging our as wide as a volleyball as she draped it over her left knee, the golden brown skin of her smooth bare legs glistening in the light as muscles the size of pythons squirmed in her thighs.
        Danny was getting ready to continue his banter when Princess Honey barged into the conversation.  “Girl, how big are your arms?” she asked, gawking at Kylie's body.  “Or your legs?”
        “I haven't measured my muscles in a few weeks.” she said.  “There's really no point, since I keep getting bigger.  But maybe you can help me out with that later on, if you think you can handle it.”
        “Wait, did you say that you're getting bigger?” Danny Doyle asked, dumbfounded.
        “What can I say?  I'm a growing girl,”  Kylie said, flashing a brilliant smile of perfect white teeth as she raised her right arm in a bicep flex that made all the women in the crowd howl with delight. 
        Princess Honey must have been delighted as well, because she leaned over and wrapped her hands around Kylie's arm―or at least as much of Kylie's arm as she could fit her hands around.  “Your so... big!” she exclaimed.  “My husband is a football player, and you make him seem like a little boy.”
        “Please don't grope the guests, Princess Honey,” Danny quipped.
        Princess Honey was undeterred.  “No wonder nobody wants to fight you,” she mused as she ran her hands over the contours of Kylie's gigantic arm, squealing with delight.
        “That's actually what I wanted to talk about,” Danny said.  “Kylie, we all know that you want to fight for the UFC heavyweight title.  And you told me backstage that you have some news.”
        “The UFC keeps saying that I can't fight for the heavyweight championship because there's a three-way tie at the top of the heavyweight division,” Kylie said.  “Then they told me that if I kept causing trouble they would kick me out of the UFC.  So I made one last offer.  I told them that I would retire from the UFC forever, as long as they gave me one last fight.  A fight against all three champions at once, to unify the title.
        The crowd murmured.  “And did they accept?” Danny asked.
        “They added one more stipulation,” Kylie said.  “They insisted that I fight with one arm tied behind my back and a blindfold over my eyes.”
        “That seems highly irregular,” Danny said.
        “They were just trying to make me back down,” Kylie said.  “But I didn't.  I never back down.”
        “You accepted?” Danny asked.  “You're fighting the three best heavyweight mixed martial artists in the world at once, with one arm tied behind your back and a blindfold over your eyes?”
        “That's correct,” Kylie said with a cocky smirk.  “And I'm going to win, too.”
        “How can you fight blindfolded?” Danny asked.  “Do you have super-hearing or something?”
        “No,” Kylie said with a shrug.  “But I don't see the bugs that I step on, and I always crush them anyway.  This fight is no different.  These guys are just like bugs to me, and I'm going to crush them.”
        “I love that confidence,” Princess Honey cooed.  “I'll bet you can crush anyone with those legs.”
        “Yes I can,” Kylie said, extending her right leg, and twisting her tiny foot so that her gigantic calf contracted into a boulder of chiseled muscle that swelled off her slim girlish ankle like a cherry on a toothpick, and the muscles in her thigh churned and rippled beneath her shining golden-brown skin. 
        “Please,” Danny joked.  “If you show any more skin, we're going to lose our license.”
        “To hell with your license, I want to see more!” Princess Honey said, and the crowd laughed. 
        “Well why don't you folks at home enjoy a commercial break,” Danny Doyle said, turning to the camera.  “We're going to throw a bucket of cold water on Princess Honey, and be right back."
        As the Late Night show went to commercials, Allison collapsed into the couch.  “Fuck,” she said.  “Did you see those legs?  I would give anything to have legs like that.”
        “No guy on earth would touch you,” I grumbled.
        “Why would I care?  If I had legs like that, I would have Princess Honey running her hands up and down my body.”  Allison sighed.  “Her fingertips tickling every inch of my skin... her lips kissing me all over...  God I would give everything I own to be in the room when her and Kylie fuck.”
        “They're not going to... be romantic,” I said, repulsed by the idea of my little sister engaged in a sexual act.  “Princess Honey's spent the past 5 years writing songs about how much she loves dick.  Besides, she's married to that football player Big Jon Jackson, and he just did an interview on the Guy Talk podcast where he said she wouldn't have a three way because she thinks girls are gross.”
        Allison laughed.  “That was before she met Kylie,” she said, taking the remote control and rewinding the show to the point where Kylie was flexing her bicep, and her eyes met those of Princess Honey.  “Just look at that sexual tension,” she said.  “They are so totally going to fuck.”
        I shook my head, trying to ignore the ravenous glances that my 13-year-old sister was exchanging with the world's most famous pop star.  “No way,”  I said.  “Just... no way.”
        “Face it, Rick,” Allison said with a laugh.  "Your little sister is going to fuck Princess Honey.  Not only that, but Princess Honey is going to beg for it.” 

[IBP]

Excellent new chapter. Kylie continues to be hot as fire. Please keep up the good work.

[Jeremy Lightning]

I just continue to wonder what is it about Kylie that turns straight women into lesbians for her? I mean, sure she's more muscular than any man, but she's also incredibly feminine, busty, and pretty. Is it her confidence as well as her muscles that make her irresistible? It seems to happen everywhere, women just can't get enough of her, it's almost unfair, but yeah, if that's your thing, go for it. I'm a straight guy and I find it almost kind of insane, Kylie's ability to turn straight women gay instantly. Maybe I'm taking that part too seriously and should just have fun with it. Whatever, the part I'm looking forward to is Kylie vs. the three UFC fighters, even with the handicaps they placed on her, I don't see her losing. In fact, that's the kind of thing I would like to see more of, Kylie just challenging other sports champions in their own sport and handicapping herself, still beating them. k+!

[wissen]

Honestly, the fact that Kylie and Lola are always wearing such revealing clothes is a bit turn off for me. Sure, they say that like Amazons they can do anything, but it makes it look like they need to wear slutty clothes to attract attention. But they don't need it, IMHO.

[daviology]

Looking forward to the beating and verbal humiliation the 3 champions get . Plz make Kylie more cocky in her fights. Also, I like the idea of Kylie taking up different sports n beating them at their game.

[caino]

what a fantastic idea!!!
I am waiting for the moment Rick began to want her sister's body... it's impossibile for him to resist to her, he must fall in love with her!!!

[ame3cv62]

I myself would fall in love with the mom,i would do anything for that woman,her dad should is a lucky man

[jumpy999]

Lots of opinions here that I agree with to some extent, but grbaclig can write whatever the heck he wants as long as he gives us more Kylie pumping up her muscles, showing off her muscles, and dominating everyone around her with her muscles.

[Sicod]

This story is ridiculous in all the right ways.