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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: Brfan on September 06, 2021, 12:04:48 pm
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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"
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so good, as usual!!!
K for you
but please, go on with small jersey story!!!
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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.
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Loving this
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Great story so far!
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First person with good flow and description? And good dialogue? Keep up the nice work.
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Greast story. Can’t wait for the next chapter
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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
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FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!
please go on, with this and small jersey please
K
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Great chapter on her way to 40 cm guns
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Awesome story ! Again ! Love it ! :rock:
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This story is Epic. Love it.
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"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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:bravo:
I love it!
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this one of the best you wrote!!!
please don't stop, go on...
K
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Once again a great story line with a slightly different twist to my favorite scenario. Please give us more. K+!
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Loving the dynamic, and her struggles with not becoming a bully! Awesome writing!
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And all of a sudden we were on summer vacation. Throughout this year, I have been nothing but impressed with Debbie's dedication and evolution on our program. Actually, I was pretty amazed. I have studied a lot about the stages of muscle growth and development, and after a little complaint by her, we decided to go through a cut phase so she'd be more lean and not so big during vacation. Debbie ended up agreeing as long as we did some serious bulking prior to that, and that's what we went for. During her bulking she almost reached her dreamt 40cm biceps, but what truly shocked me is that she didn't lose much size when she cut. It was like her body was not capable of losing mass. What happened instead is she substituted most of her fat tissue for another layer of lean muscle.
"Damn, Debbie. 38cm. How the...?" I finished the reading of the measuring tape around her mighty bicep. I was in awe by it's bulbous shape and dense vascularity.
She giggled shyly "I guess genes, right?"
"And you have almost 70cm on your legs... that's more than my waist, really. I'm impressed"
"Thank you, Dom. I wouldn't have made it without you. But what I actually like most is my chest... 108, right?"
"Right. That was some gain"
Debbie flexed her massive chest right before me. The large twin masses jumped out of her sports bra proudly. I was sure I could hide a pencil there.
"That's from doing a lot of bench presses, really. So, excited about tomorrow's trip?"
"Oh, you mean lake house? yay" I tried to sound as un-excited as I could. Let me explain this to you quickly. Dad share a lake shack with his brother, and every year we go there to spend a few 'family days' together, as they like to call it. To me it only meant days away from civilization. And I loved civilization.
"What? You don't like?" Debbie was intrigued, asking me while she put her t-shirt back on.
"It's not that I don't like, but... well, I don't. You know I'm not an outdoorsy person, Debbie"
She processed the idea. To her, lake house meant swimming, running in the woods, playing volleyball with other kids.
"Is that all?"
"Well, and there is Matt, of course" Matt was our cousin, almost two years older than me, and a big ass jerk. He spent his days pretty much making jokes and playing pranks at me. He also didn't exactly treated Debbie the best way, but I guess she always had the self confidence to don't mind it.
"What about him?"
"Let's just say me and him.. we don't get along"
The next day we drove upstate for about two hours and arrived at the shack. Uncle, aunt and Matt arrived shortly after. Debbie was careful enough to be wearing long sleeves despite the warm weather. Sure, her legs were fully exposed in her tight jeans, but I guess for most people they didn't shock them as much. Debbie was a track and field runner. She was supposed to have muscular legs. I knew however that my sister's legs had passed the size and definition of a runner a while ago. No runner could make her quad muscles expand that widely just by mere standing on them. And her calves also pushed away whatever fabric tried to contain them. Debbie had over 40cm of solid calves.
We were just hanging by the porch, when mom asked Debbie to bring ice tea for everyone. I was minding my own business on my cell phone, but my ears captured their conversation. I kept my head down, but focused on the listening
"So, Debbie looks different... what's with her?" my uncle asked
"Yeah, she seems bigger... and my God, look at those legs. where do you buy her pants, Cinthia?" My aunt added, asking my mother
"Oh well... I guess she does look a little on the big side, right? That's probably just her training and conditioning, though. She lowered her times this year. She's not talented enough to make some all American team, but she does put in the work. I'm okay with that" Dad defended her daughter.
Debbie returned with the ice tea and Matt saw an opportunity
"Yo, Debs, we were just talking about that fat ass of yours! If you don't watch out, you might have to buy to seats on your next flight! haha" he was laughing alone with his jerk joke "or maybe you just ask your skinny brother of yours to sit next to you. That way you can occupy half of his space. He doesn't need it anyways" another laugh.
Debbie looked at me and I could see the fire in her eyes. For a second there I thought she'd rip her long sleeved t-shirt and flex the shit out of Matt's mouth, but she remained quiet. I breathed in relief.
The next morning the grownups were out for some hiking. Usually I'd stay inside, but Debbie begged me to join her and Matt at the lake, so I complied.
Me and here were both laying on the sand over a towel while Matt was juggling with some soccer ball. I had dropped my cell phone and just stared at nothing, making notice with the corner of my eye that he was pretty good at it. Debbie, still wearing her long sleeved t-shirt and jeans shorts, had her earphones on and was listening to music.
I guess Matt got bored with his juggling and decided to have some fun, kicking the ball towards me
"Watch out" he spoke laughing his ass off, as he was sure the ball would strike me in the face. He miscalculated his kick, however, and the ball was heading straight to Debbie's head, and she seemed unaware of it, probably with her eyes closed under her shades and her phones on noise cancelling mode. At the last second I was able to lift up my hand and change the ball's trajectory.
The sudden movement on her side woke Debbie up, and she didn't take long to assume what had happened.
"Sorry" Matt's excuse was as phony as the come.
That did it for Debbie. She stood up and put herself between Matt and the ball he was walking to retrieve. I froze. I wasn't sure of what was about to happen, but It didn't sound good. Instead, Debbie wrapped her arms around Matt, constricting his own arms against his body, and squeezed in a bear hug
"Oh Matty! I missed you so much, you know that?"
Suprised by Debbie's demonstration of 'love' and still unaware he had walked into a trap, Matt spoke back 'Th-thank you, Debbie..." but his voice faded as he realized the pain he was being inflicted.
Debbie had her back turned against me and it was clear she was putting all her effort into it. I could see the muscles tensing under her t-shirt. Debbie's thick back, allied with her pythonic embrace was compacting Matt inside her. except for his head, which I could see because he was taller, Debbie's muscles seemed to be disintegrating Matt's. Without letting him go, she adjusted her grip and pulled him off the ground
"Gosh, you are so light, Matt!" she said out loud. I could see the pain in his now red face, but I could also see his pride not letting him cry for help. It was somewhat entertaining.
"And kind of mushy, too. It makes me want to hold you so tight!" Debbie added more strength to her constriction. I was getting afraid she might actually break Matt's ribcage any second now. He was completely out of air, turning purple. Matt tried to say something, but I don't think there was enough air inside his lungs to actually speak, so he just babbled
"What's that? You miss me too and wants me to hold you tighter? Sure!" Debbie squeezed him even harder now. I was pretty sure Matt's eyeballs were going to pop out any second.
Debbie gave him one final strong hug before letting Matt go. He collapsed to the sand, coffing his ass off. Debbie looked at me and smiled
"Hey, look, Dom, there's sun!" and she stripped out of her t-shirt, revealing her statuesque body, all carved up in stone. She looked even more chiseled than I remembered.
Matt was still trying to put it together, and Debbie had her back turned at him, staring at me. She unbuttoned her shorts and bent over as she let the shorts drop to the sand and stepped out of them. I saw Matt's face of disbelief as his eyes scanned Debbie's dieseled behinds. She giggled as she noticed on my eyes that he was staring t her. Debbie placed her hands on her hips and flared her lats, actually shadowing Matt's hurt body, who was still on his knees and looked in bad shape.
"So Matty" Debbie semi turned around, staring him at the eyes with her head turned "What do you think of my... what you called it? 'Fat ass' I believe it was... do you like it?" Debbie flexed her gluten, causing the striations on it's superior quadrant do show off "Although I wouldn't actually use the word 'fat' to describe these..." Debbie patted her own butt. The dense mass of muscle didn't even vibrate
Debbie now turned fully around and faced Matt. It didn't go unnoticed to me that he was still on his knees, staring up at her. Half in fear, half in amazement, his look told me he had no plans of getting up
"Now Matty, tell me. How'd you feel if, let's say, I placed this small head of your between my legs and used my 'fat ass' to squeeze it?" Debbie gave one step close, in a clear threat. Now Matt's eyes went straight to full terror
"P-lease no, Debbie, I..." Matt's hands pressed against Debbie's steel six-pack, trying to push her away, with absolutely no success. He then ran his hands down to her glorious thighs, in more of a begging pose. Debbie flexed her quads, pushing Matt's fingers apart and making sure he realizes how strong they were
"I-I'm sorry I..."
"Oh, I'm sure you are, Matty. Now let's make something very clear here. I can do this whenever I want, even in front of your parents. Heck, I can actually put on some effort next time. So, if you'd like to avoid that, I suggest you make mine and my brother's lake days the best we could've had. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes"
"Excellent. Now, take your dirty hands from me. You are not allowed to touch these" Debbie flexed her quads again, this time in a more vicious manner, making Matt remove his hands immediately and drag himself a few steps away in the sand.
"Now, I think you should pick your ball up and go inside. The sun is out and I want to tan a little bit. And I don't want you staring at these" Debbie raised her arms and gave Matt a double bicep flex. I, who was still watching her show from behind, dropped my chin. The sun reflecting on Debbie's fully flexed muscular back was the definition of perfection. I saw how Debbie's greek pose cast a shadow on Matt's scared body. It was poetic
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Amazing as always!! :clap:
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Nice to see more. Wondering if things will proceed or continue into larger sizes at this point.
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Please make her to cross someone head for her brother
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Excellent! Thank you for all of the work. Loving all of your stories.
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Excellent follow-up! You really do nice work. K+!
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Awesome story need more
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Summer was coming to an end quickly. For the first time I was actually sorry about it. Lake day had been great - well, after Debbie put Matt into his place - and me and her had bonded greatly during the whole time. Also, mom and dad seemed to have accepted the concept of a muscular young daughter very well, although they had no idea I had helped her with it.
The town had one of those fun fairs every august, with a Ferris wheel, some games where you could win stuffed animals, the whole adolescent thing. Since neither me or Debbie had romance in our lives, we agreed to go together one evening.
Now, this wasn't something I would normally agree, cause attending those things were like putting a target on my back, but the truth is Debbie's presence made me feel quite confident. Indeed, despite of seeing some of my old bullies, including one of the University's basketball player, no one bothered to mess with us. I wasn't sure if that had always been the normality, but now I was simply less worried than usual, or if Debbie's figure scared them. She wasn't showing off her gorgeous marble carved muscles or anything, but one could tell by looking at her frame that she was... well built.
Debbie and I spent about two hours on the fun fair, eating a bit of junk and playing some arcade, before heading home. We were by the parking lot, and it was already dark
"Erm, Debbie, do you mind if I go to the bathroom real quick?"
"Can't wait to get home?"
"Really, really can't. I drank too much soda"
"Alright, but hurry. It's dark already"
I made my way to the restroom thinking that despite being the last person on earth who should be afraid of anything, Debbie was still just a little girl who wanted to have her big brother around. I found that cute. I had recently been struggling with some mixed feelings about her. Yeah, she was still my kid sister and it was freaking weird, but seeing her flexing her large muscles, watching them shape and harden themselves made me stumble across a couple new words online: sthenolagnia and cratolagnia. I was having a hard time dealing with the electricity I felt whenever Debbie flexed her baseball sized bicep and asked me to feel it, or measure it. Moments like the one on the parking lot made me remind myself of the sweetness of our sibling relationship.
I was on my way back to the car when I saw Debbie was talking to someone. I recognized John from the basketball team, one of my most fierce bullies around. From what I could tell, that didn't seem to be a pleasant talk, so I stepped up
"That's cute! Can't believe your brother had the coordination to actually win you one of those" John told Debbie, pointing at the stuffed bear she held
"Shut up" Debbie replied in an annoyed, yet calm tone
"Let me see" John snapped back, grabbing the bear's head and pulling it. Debbie's grip was obvious too strong to let go, and we all could hear the tearing sound of the bear's head
"Hey! Don't touch her" I yelled, coming closer. Immediately I felt that was a mistake. Debbie's presence made me way more brave than I should be
John let go of the bear and turned his attention to me. He said with a smirk on his face
"Or what, little man?" John put his left hand on my chest and pushed me, making me walk back 2 steps "What are you going to do?"
"Don't push my brother" I heard Debbie tell him
John looked at her and smiled "Look at that. The two siblings protect each other! How sweet. But guess what? I'll push whoever I want"
and with that John gave me another shove.
"Stop!" Debbie yelled
John extended his right arm to push me once again, but Debbie, dropping the stuffed bear, grabbed his forearm with her left hand and started squeezing. I could see the surprise on the eyes of the basketball player, as well as the force Debbie was putting into the hold by the striations of her contracted arm muscles
"Let me go" John told her, turning around and trying to use his - at least - one foot height advatange as a threat, trying to push his arm free to absolutely no effect whatsoever. Debbie's grip was like a wrench's.
"Stop pushing him" Debbie told him back, her voice now more aware of the imminent situation
"I said let me go, bitch" John answered back, throwing a punch with his free arm into Debbie's mid section. The sound of his fist connecting to Debbie's abs was kind of weird, as if he had hit something very solid. Debbie didn't even clinch.
I saw the surprise in the look of both, with John's being replaced by a sudden sense of fear, while Debbie's eyes became fiery with anger. She was clearly pissed that an older man tried to hit her.
Debbie clenched her free hand and delivered a punch back to John's left gut. The sound (and effect) was completely different. I could hear air being pushed out of John's lungs, and his body folded by the pain Debbie's vicious strike caused. John stepped back, banging our car sided with his back, but Debbie was enraged right now.
Never letting go of his forearm, she delivered a second, third, fourth and fifth strike against his gut. I was shocked by the speed of her punches and the effect them caused on John. Each strike seemed to go further into his stomach.
"Debbie!" I screamed, trying to bring her out of her trance, before she ended up really messing him up. John was trying to fall down already, but she was still holding him by the forearm. Scared with her own action, Debbie let go of John's arm and let him collapse into fetal position by her feet. I saw the red marks on his arms caused by Debbie's grip. John was sobbing, holding his stomach, making nauseous movements as if he was about to throw up
Debbie lowered herself and stared down to John
"Now listen up you piece of shit. Never, ever again raise a hand against a woman. And never ever again touch my brother. In fact, you better make sure no one else touches him as well, is that clear? Or else people will find out you got your ass kicked by a 16 year old girl. Scum"
"Let's go, Dom" she added. I gave one last look at the beaten young man on the floor, unaware if I should call for help or anything. Debbie really messed him up. Finally, I figured he had it coming, and entered the car to drive us back home.
Debbie went straight to the shower as we got home, and I locked myself into my room. That had been one of the most unexpected experiences I would ever live in my life, I was sure, but what scared me was the fact that I really enjoyed it. Not seeing Debbie hurt someone, well, not only, really. But what made me appreciate it the most was learning how strong she actually was. That night I dreamt of Debbie being on a boxing ring, her muscles rippling and showing off as she beat down opponent after opponent in the most blunt, bruising way. They all looked like people who had done me wrong in the past. And then Debbie would flex her huge muscles to the crowd, and I was standing on her corner, applauding and worshipping my very personal Wonder Woman.
The next day I learned that John had been involved in a 'car accident' according to the University's reports, and had a second grade kidney and spleen injury. He wouldn't be needing surgery, but would have to spend a few days in the hospital and probably would be out for most of the basketball season. I knew pretty well that the 'car' involved was sleeping on the room next to mine. I wasn't sure if I should tell her about it, I didn't know how she'd react. Finally, though, I figured she'd find out about it eventually, so I considered it would be best from me.
"Huh.. Debbie? You awake?" I knocked on her door
"Yeah, come on in, Dom"
Debbie had her jammies, that were ridiculously tight on her. I couldn't imagine that being comfortable to sleep on, but then again, I don't think she had any other choices due to her size recently. Debbie's upper body, especially her shoulder, traps and chest were pushing through the fabric, giving the impression it was actually painted on her body. The small shorts was all rolled up, exposing fully the majestic of her quads.
It took me a moment to absorb the image of such an young Amazon standing in front of me, before I gathered my thoughts and told her what had happened
"So, how do you feel about it?" I finally asked her, opening a door for her to talk to me, if she so desired
"Well... I kind of feel.. guilty I messed him up that badly...." she answered and I sighed in relief. I was worried she might have enjoyed as much as I did the ass whopping she gave "But also" she proceeded "He had it coming. He hit me first"
"Yeah... how are you? Sore or anything?" I asked, now remembering Debbie took a blow to her abs too
Debbie lifted up her jammies, showing of her washboard, untainted "Not really. It wasn't really that hard of a blow, you know"
I gawked. A blow from John to my midsection would have knocked me out. But to Debbie's steel wall of muscles, it didn't do squat.
"And... how do you feel about last night, Dom?" Debbie asked me.
I had to measure my words before answering her
"Well... I'm.. first of all, thankful. If you hadn't been there probably would have been me in the hospital right now. Second... I'm impressed, really Debbie. I knew you were strong, but not kick the shit out of a small forward strong. If you had the chance, you'd probably turn him into a bloody, messy pulp"
Debbie smiled
"You don't need to thank me , Dom. I'm more than happy to stand up for you, to protect you from whoever it is. If I have to, I'll beat the crap out of every bully in this town. That's why we built these muscles up, after all." Debbie raised her hands and flexed her biceps, They pushed the fabric of the sleeves up, exposing themselves.
"These muscles are at your service, Dom" she added smiling at me.
I lost all control, extending my hands and feeling the shape and hardness of Debbie's giant muscles beneath her smooth, tanned skin.
"My God.. they're so big... and... and hard..."
Debbie smiled "And if I can confess something..." she spoke in a lower tone, closer to my ears, not bothered by me feeling her mighty guns
"I kind of enjoyed finally putting them to the test. You know, finding out that these are truly not just for show" Debbie lowered one of her arms and exposed her abs once again. My hand went directly to the ridges, the crevices of that solid wall of impenetrable muscle. I shivered
"Although I don't mind showing them off to you whenever you please, Dom"
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Terrific story BrFan !!! In particular, the plot was excellentt.
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Getting better & better. Thanks again for the great work!
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Love this story. Keep getting better and better with each episode.
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I'm also really enjoying this story too - It's refreshing that she is regretting the violence although intrigued by it - instead of the normal roid rage fare. I look forward to reading more.
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It probably says a lot about me that I feel like the least realistic thing about this story is the idea of a brother and sister having anything even remotely resembling a healthy, loving relationship lol.
Anyway, good stuff!
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Excellent! Just excellent! K+!
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Another phenomenal chapter!!
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I have perused quite a few of your stories and I think this one is definitely my favorite so far. Karma.