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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: Brfan on January 17, 2021, 02:11:22 am
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Shorter story, inspired by some old ones from old forums. Hope you like it
"So, mom, can I?" Chris was anxious. At 16, he had joined the school's soccer team, and wanted to be in his best shape for the season. So he asked if he could spend a few thousand dollars he had put together from small jobs, allowance and granny's on a bench, some bars and dumbbells. He knew his parents wouldn't have much of say on how he spent his money, but he needed some space in the garage for the equipment
"What do you think, Dan?" Chris' mother, Annie, looked at her husband
"Well, the kid is spending his own money, we can make some room for his stuff. I don't see why not"
"Yeah! Thanks, dad!" Chris was vibrant
"Now hold on there, young man. Here's the deal: you can buy it, but you'll have to share it. If anyone in this house wants to use it, I don't want to hear anything like 'this is mine, you can't touch it', is that clear?"
Chris' father was obviously making reference to his younger daughter, Kimmy. Usually she and Chris always got into fights when she tried to mimic her older brother and use his stuff, like his videogames.
"Yeah, sure thing dad. Promise" Chris had no trouble saying that, as he imagined no one, especially his 14 year old sister, would be interested in weight lifting.
A few weeks later, when the equipment was delivered, Chris and his dad set the mini gym up. There was a inclinable bench, a rack for the olympic bar, an extra EZ bar, plates and adjustable dumbbells. It wasn't much, but there was a lot that could be done with that. Chris got some tips from the football coach, and with the help of one of his buds, he started out his routine. Usually, Chris and Matt, his friend, would work out early in the morning, before school.
Chiris' routine was working out well, and after eight or so months, he was very happy with the results he had achieved. Not only he was improving physically for soccer, but he was getting more attention from girls. Tina, who Chris had been dating for a couple months now, loved to grab his arms and talk him up
"My strong man" she used to call him whenever she had her hands around Chris' rather large arms. He loved it.
It was Saturday morning and Chris had just finished his bicep workout. He finished up with his favorite: concentrated curls. Chris was now able to do 5 to 6 reps with 30 pound dumbbells, and he felt pretty strong. Heading back to the kitchen, he ran into Kimmy. Feeling really pumped, he just couldn't hold himself back. Chris was wearing only a sleeveless t-shirt, raised his arms in front of his sister and flexed his biceps
"What do you think of these guns, Kimmy? Pretty big, huh?"
To his surprise, Kimmy didn't seem impressed.
"They're ok, I guess... but mom's are bigger, you know"
Faking indifference, Chris just snapped back a "Yeah, right" before leaving Kimmy, but her words kept pounding his head over the weekend. Was that possible? For all he cared, his mother never did a single set of weight lifting. How could it be true? Perhaps Kimmy still had that childish image of her parents being these big, flawless and protective people. Either way, Chris tried to catch a peak of his mother's arms during Sunday's lunch, but for all he cared, she looked absolutely the same suburban mother he was used to.
Chris had almost forgotten completely about that whole story until one day something unexpected happened. After finishing school, he realized he had forgotten his cleats at home. Driving back, much earlier than he usually did, as he clicked on the remote control to open the garage door, Chris saw something he never imagined. His mother was lying on the bench, doing presses. As he stepped out of the car, he noticed she wasn't exactly lifting light. There was a 35 pound plate on each side of the bar, which was a lot for a woman, and just shy from what he could bench. As she placed the bar back on the rack after finishing her set, she said hello to her son
"Hey, honey. Back so soon? Practice was cancelled?" Annie grabbed a gym towel from the floor and wiped the sweat from her cleavage. Chris' attention was drawn to her mother's upper body, which had never been so exposed to his eyes before. Wearing nothing but a sports bra, Annie's torso was far from 'suburban'. In fact, her pectorals and shoulders were quite developed and defined. Annie looked buff.
"Erm... no.. I.. forgot my cleats in my room" Chris was still shocked with what he was witnessing
"Oh.. you could have called. I'd bring them to you, you know"
"That's.. that's ok." he said before leaving the garage back into the house. On his way to his room, Chris remembered Kimmy's words. Is it possible that his mom had been working out that much? For how long had that been happening? And how the hell did she get so ripped? He was struggling to get some definition, while she looked pretty neat.
After grabbing his cleats, Chris headed back to the garage. Curiosity was getting the best out of him. He looked at his mother, who was now sitting, doing concentrated curls. Chris gasped as he saw her mother's biceps flexing at each curl. They looked really big, and were extremely defined. There was a thick vein on top of them, that filled up as the reps went on. Chris' eyes deviated from Annie's muscles to the dumbbell, and it didn't go unnoticed that she didn't bother to lower the weight Chris used on his curls.
"S-so... mom... working out, huh? How... how long have you been doing it?"
Annie finished her set before answering "Oh... just doing a bit to keep fit, you know. I guess I started right after you bought these. I gotta tell you, I didn't think I'd ever use it. But you kind of get addicted to it, you know?"
"Y-yeah... well... it seems to be working. You... you look great, mom"
"Well, thank you darling" Annie got up from the bench and approached Chris to kiss him in the tip of his nose. As she came closer, Chris couldn't stop comparing her upper body to his. Deep down he knew he didn't have the definition on his shoulders and chest like she did. His abs were ok, but hers had the faint lines of a six pack. Annie was as buff as they come, and it pained him to admit it.
Chris had just thrown his cleat on the back seat and was ready to leave when Kimmy's words came back to haunt him. Not resisting, he turned back at his mother once again
"Hey mom..."
"Yeah?" Annie had her back turned at Chris as she picked up a bottle of water, and Chris noticed it was broad and lumpy.
Chris' face was red as a beet right now. There was no way to say this, so he just shot at it
"Make... make a muscle, will you?"
Now it was Annie who blushed "Well... sure..." she spoke before raising her right arm and flexing her bicep. As her muscle rose, Chris' jaw dropped.
Kimmy was right. His mom's muscles were bigger than his. Not only bigger, but they looked very defined and peaked.
Annie was looking proud at her mighty gun "Not bad, huh? For a mom, I mean..."
Chris was in shock "M-mom... you're... you're huge..."
"Oh, nonsense, babe... I mean, yours are bigger, right?"
"I...."
"C'mon, make a muscle. Show it to me" Annie was playful, but Chris was feeling very intimidated right now. As he rolled up his sleeve and flexed his once proud bicep, Annie came closer to him. She raised her arm again and flexed it near to her son's. Close to each other, the difference was even more noticeable. Annie's muscle dwarfed Chris'.
"What do you know, mine look bigger" and placing her left hand on his flexed bicep, she squeezed them. Chris' bicep couldn't resist her mother's vice-like grip
"And harder, if you might ask. Feel it" Annie's voice was now a more demanding one. Chris obeyed. Annie's bicep was like marble. He tried to squeeze it, but it wouldn't budge
Chris tried to talk his way out of admitting anything that might hurt his ego even more
"Wow, that's... really hard mom. I... might have to work out harder if I want to keep being the strongest one around" and chuckled nervously.
Annie was, in the other hand, feeling something she had never experienced before. Dominance. And she was liking it.
"What? You don't think I already am, Chris?"
"I..."
"C'mon then, prove it to me. How about a curl competition?"
"A... what?"
"How about we pick a dumbbell each, and we curl the same weight for 3 reps. Whoever can curl the most weight, wins. Is that a nice way to evaluate who is stronger?"
"I...."
"Or maybe armwrestling? What do you say?"
Chris knew he couldn't stand losing to his mother in armwrestling. It would be just too humiliating. He walked towards the dumbbells and lowered it to 15 pounds
"Fine, but I have to warm up first"
"Sure, go ahead. I'm all warmed up, you know" Annie gave a quick double bicep flex and giggled.
After doing a dozen reps with the light weight, Chris set his dumbbell back at 30. Annie sat beside him with her own dumbbell. They both placed there right elbow on their inner thigh and started curling. Chris and Annie did it without much difficulty.
"35?" Annie inquired
"Sure"
They set their dumbbells and started off again. This time Chris' arm trembled as he went through his 3rd curl. Annie noticed it
"S-so.. 40?" All Chris could pray for is that somehow he managed those curls and they could call it a tie. But that wasn't an option for his mother
They both went at it. Annie trembled through her 3rd rep just as Chris had on his last set, but she seemed calm and sure of herself. Chris, however, was red. His arm flinched twice during his last curl, as if it wouldn't go. He cheated a little swinging with his shoulder, but came through.
"Alright, let's finish this. Set your weight to 50 pounds" Annie commanded. Chris' eyes bulged. There was no way he'd curl 50. And he didn't think she could too.
Instead of going together, this time Annie waited and watched her son. Chris trembled, shaked his whole body. His face was red from the exertion, but he couldn't budge it. Finally, he dropped the weight, exhausted. Annie had a mischievous smile on her face.
"Not? Alright, watch this"
She took two deep breaths and concentrated. Grabbing the dumbbell, she felt how heavy it was. How it dragged her arm towards the ground. Inhaling once again, Annie began her curl as she exhaled in a controlled manner. No matter how gravity pulled the weight down, Annie's stubborn bicep was stronger. She finished her first curl and let the weight go back down, controlling it's descend. She started bringing it up again. Chris looked at his mother's now fully pumped bicep. If before she already looked bigger than him, right now it was a no contest. Annie's bicep rose in all it's glory as she finished her second curl. She breathed heavily a few times as she got ready for the third and final show. As the dumbbell started moving back up, Annie grunted. She stopped halfway through, breathed a second time. Before Chris could say anything, Annie let out a gutural moan and finished her curl, before letting the dumbbell fall on the floor with a loud thud.
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Great stuff, I like what I see very much so far, I wonder if Kimmy is going to follow mom's example and start lifting heavy and get bigger than Chris too? I look forward to more! k+!
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Great start and I hope there will be more surprises.
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Very nice variation! I always like a good beginning. K+!
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This is a great start to what promises to be a very interesting story. Great work.
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Love it! Hope we get more soon! K+
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Interesting. Wondering how a old theme story will turn out.
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An excellent start to the story!
Thank you!
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Thanks for the words, guys. Actually, I had no intention of going through with this one, but I put up a small sequence for it, also inspired by some old stories. Here it goes
Annie stared at Chris as she let the 50 pound dumbbell she had just curled fall to the ground. She held her stare, hoping for some recognition from her son, but all he did was look away and remain silent. So she had to push for it.
"I guess that settles it, right?"
Chris, his macho male ego hurt, couldn't say the words, even though he knew it was true.
"Erm, I guess... I guess you could say you have the upper hand in the weight lifting...."
Annie couldn't believe this. She though she had raised her kid well. To respect and recognize women and all their achievements. Maybe she didn't. Maybe Chris still needed to learn.
"You don't think I'm stronger than you, Chris? Even after you couldn't even curl once what I can curl for reps?" Annie knew those words would hurt, but Chris needed to hear them
"Well, like I said... you're a better weight lifter than me, but...."
Annie sighed. He needed more. Fine.
"Oh, I see. So, let's armwrestle, Chris"
"What? N-no, I..."
"I'm not asking" Annie's tone was adamant as she knelt beside the bench and placed her elbow on it.
Without any other option, Chris went across the bench and did the same thing. As he grabbed his mother's hand, he felt the callousness on it. That was a hand of someone who had been lifting heavy, and for quite some time. Her grip was vicious, almost to the point of hurting his hand.
Annie looked confident, and decisive. "Count us down, Chris"
"Alright. Three, two, one, go!" Chris wasn't exactly sure of how to proceed, but he was too scared of trying to go all in and embarrassing himself, so he decided to increase strength little by little. Maybe he had better technique. Maybe she would be tired from her workout. He needed something to believe.
What happened next was just as emasculating as everything else that had happened in the last minutes. Annie held Chris' hand in place, despite his increasing efforts. After almost a minute, Annie stared at Chris
"Are you trying, Chris? I mean, really trying?" Chris' red face and concentration told her he was
"Oh my God, seriously? I could have beaten you a long time ago!" And as her words came out, she started pressing Chris' hand down, as if there was no resisting force against her pumped arm. Even Annie's fore arms were expanded and showing off all their power right now. It was over in a matter of seconds.
"Chris, listen to me" Annie said as she pressed his hand on the bench "We will go again and this time you will give a full go from the start. No messing around. Is that clear?"
Chris was devastated. There was nothing he could say right now "o-ok"
They locked hands again and Chris obeyed his mother's wish. He tried to go all in from the get-go. It was useless. Annie's superior strength held his arm in place and crushed him in less than five seconds.
Annie got up, her hands on her hips, in a very imposing image. Chris ran his eyes from her solid, diamond shaped calves, through her bulging quads, which he hadn't noticed before, up to her washboard abs and diesel torso, right into her eyes.
"Say it, Chris"
But It was just too hard for him to state the obvious. That his mother was stronger than him, that her physique outclassed his. That she was in another league, muscle wise.
"Well, you're... you're... very skilled, mom..."
Now Annie was angered. Skilled? This had nothing to do with skills. This was pure, raw strength. And if he wouldn't admit it, he needed to taste more
"Skilled? Chris, don't make me do it..." she menaced as she walked closer to him, who had just got up
"Do what?"
"Chris, admit I am stronger than you. There is nothing wrong with it. I worked out very hard to earn these muscles. There is nothing shameful to admit it."
"It's not that you are stronger, mom, it's just..."
"I can't believe this. I'm sorry, son. You'll thank me later"
And before Chris could make sense of what was happening, Annie tackled him in his mid section, dropping him to the ground. Laying on top of him, she quickly entrapped his legs with hers, and grabbed both his wrists, pinning them over his head.
Chris felt his mother's weight over his hip. God, she was heavy. He had no idea of how heavy she was until he felt it. It could only mean one thing. Annie was all muscle. He tried to break free from her grip and roll away from her, but it was useless. His mother had dominated him in a matter of seconds.
"See, Chris? I can overpower you with ease. That has nothing to do with skills, that's just how strong I am. Say it"
"You... you caught me off guard, mom..."
In disbelief, Annie realized there was just one thing left to do. She let go of her son and rolled to the side
"Fine. So this time you catch me off guard. Go ahead, tackle me and try to pin me down, Chris"
Having absolutely no idea of what he was supposed to do, Chris entangled his legs around Annie's waist and grabbed her arms, trying to pin her down. Annie giggled. With surprisingly ease, she raised up her torso, with Chris on it, and started getting up. Desperate and trying to bring him down, Chris let go of her arms and wrapped his arms around her thick neck. He tried to throw himself back, pulling her with him and maybe put her in a headlock, but what happened is that Annie, little by little, got up with her teenage son on her back, like a gorilla mother carries her offspring. Finally standing up supporting her son's full weight on her back, Annie used both her hands to grab and open up one of his arms, which she held strongly and pulled with violence, causing Chris to fly over her head and into the ground in front of her.
Before Chris could make sense of what had just happened, Annie sat behind him and wrapped her strong legs around his weight, simultaneously placing her hands around his neck, effectively changing positions with him.
Annie used her weight to lie on her back with her son trapped over her. She locked her ankles together and started squeezing Chris' midsection. He screamed in pain. Chris, unable to stop his mother, placed his hands on her legs, trying to break them apart, but it was futile. All he could do was feel the solidness of her leg muscles.
"Aaaah! Please, please, mom, stop!"
"Then say it" Annie added pressure to his ribs. Pain was unbearable
Realizing she was effectively hurting her son, Annie relaxed the tension on his waist, but started adding pressure to his neck
"Listen very carefully to me now, son" Annie realized Chris' hands had moved from her legs to her arms, trying to pull them apart so that he could breathe properly, but all he was able to do was realize how strong her bicep was
"There is no shame on being weaker than a woman. On being beaten by a woman in anything, let alone on strength. Women can workout and develop muscles that are bigger and stronger than yours, and that's ok. It just happens that I am one of those women. Do you hear me?" She added more pressure with her legs. Chris gasped a "yeah..." he was becoming red, she knew it.
"Good. There is, however, shame on being a bad sport, a sore loser. And on being a misogynistic asshole, like you were a few minutes ago. Right?" This time she put more pressure on his neck. Chris was sobbing, but able to agree with her
"Good. So now, I'll let you go, and hopefully you have learned your lesson. Cause if you didn't, you better remember I can do this to you whenever I want, and you aren't able to stop me" she let him go. Chris rolled to the side and coffed a lot. Finally, getting his breath back, he whispered
"I'm... I'm sorry, mom. You are right. You are stronger than me. By a lot."
"Thank you, Chris. I hate that I had to do that to you, but you needed it." she helped him up and kissed his forehead
"Oh, one last thing"
"What, mom?"
"I'd steer clear of Kimmy. She's been working out with me for a few months now. And she gave me a harder time in armwrestling than you did"
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Very nice finish by bringing Kimmy's name up as an after thought. Although I would wish for more you still get a K+.
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with kimmy you have my attention!!!
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YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN
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YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN
not sure if this is a compliment.. anyways, I don't think this story is going forward, guys
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Oh, I can't wait to witness Kimmy in action.
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YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN
not sure if this is a compliment.. anyways, I don't think this story is going forward, guys
Sorry - the keyboard was far away so it ended up like this. It was a compliment, but maybe more trying to encourage you to write more.
I'm a fan, just so you know.
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Maybe have Kimmy in a seperate story,just a thought
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Many thanks for the addition!
You have a very nice writing!
Your first language is English I think?
It was fun to read.
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Let's go another round here, guys, see what happens
Forget about soccer practice. Chris climbed up the stairs to his room and locked himself in. He was hurt. Physically, yeah, his ribs were hurting and so was his neck. He was pretty sure he had pulled a muscle on his leg too. Or should he say, his mother pulled a muscle on his leg. But mostly, Chris was hurt mentally. He had never realized he could get his butt kicked like it had just happened. And on top of that, it wasn't a senior linebacker from his high school who did it. It was his 42 year old mom. It was, for sure, a humbling experience. Annie had handled him in every aspect he could think about. She could curl more than him. She absolutely creamed him in armwrestling. And she wiped the floor with him when he tried to wrestle her.
From that day on, Chris started to pay more attention to her. And noticing how athletic and physically gifted she was. All the energy his mom had. How she handled taking care of the house, two kids, a husband and herself. All within a 24 hour span. And then repeat, day after day. Chris admired her even more now. He understood the beating that she gave him was a necessary lesson. But it was also fuel to his inner bonfire. He wanted to be as strong as her. Stronger. There is a moment on every boy's life when he wants to beat his old dad at something. Hoops. Running. Anything. Chris' goal now was beating his mom in armwrestling.
And so he got into a more strict schedule. He worked out, he ate right, he played his soccer, and he studied. That was it. For the next 4 months or so, he did everything right. And it payed off. Although he wasn't ripped by all means, Chris got bigger. His proud biceps now stood tall, on the verge of 15 inches flexed. He knew they were impressive. His chest had grown thicker, and his legs were stronger than ever.
Yet, Chris wasn't sure if he could handle his mother just now. He knew she too had been getting stronger and bigger. In fact, for all he could tell, she had even been more compromised to it than him. He saw big jars of protein supplements and vitamin pills over the kitchen counter, and assumed Annie was taking them daily. He also noticed some new equipment and more plates have been delivered to the garage gym. It was clear that Annie was taking this whole thing seriously.
As summer approached, Chris was frustrated. Apparently the ass-whooping his mother gave him did something else to his mind. He lacked the confidence to just challenge her outright again. What if he loses? What if she was still stronger than him? And, even worse, what if she had grown even more strong? There was no way he could deal with that. Then he came up with an idea. He should start with somebody weaker. And he had just the perfect target for it
Kimmy had always been a fit girl. She was in the gymnastics team up until she was 14, when she decided to quit. Chris knew she had always had a lean and muscled body, due to her sport, but he always saw her as a strong girl, and that was it. Now Kimmy was on the verge of turning 16, and despite his mother's words about how she could handle the armwrestling match better than Chris, that was six months ago. It was not possible that she could beat him now.
It was a Friday night and mom and dad were out to dinner. This gave Chris the perfect opportunity to test his strength before challenging Annie. Chris went to his room and did a few push ups before taking out his t-shirt. He wanted to impress Kimmy. Then, silently, he walked to her room. It's not like he wanted to sneak up on her, but he could use a little surprise by showing up with all his macho-male muscles on display.
Kimmy's door was semi-opened. Chris pushed it up a little and froze. Kimmy had her back to the door, and was apparently recording herself with her phone, that stood on her desk. But what paralyzed Chris was Kimmy's actions. She was posing, but those were not regular poses. Those were...
'bodybuilding poses' Chris thought to himself.
Kimmy had a skimpy blue bikini on, and as Chris ran his eyes through her back figure, he almost fainted. Kimmy wasn't huge by any means, and that was probably why he never noticed this before, but she had by far the most ripped and defined body Chris had ever laid eyes on. Every muscle on Kimmy's back jumped out, every crevice very noticeable, every muscle protruding proudly. Kimmy stroke a lat spread pose with her arms on her side and Chris let out a small gasp.
'My God... her back is so wide it's double her waist' he thought.
As Kimmy turned sideways to the camera and flexed her triceps at it, Chris watched her legs. They were very thick, compared to her waist, and insanely cut. Every muscle on Kimmy's quad bulged beautifully when she moved. Her calves were diamond shaped, and even when looked at from the front you could see them making their way through both sides of her leg.
Finally, Kimmy went another quarter circle, now facing the door. She was getting ready to shoot a double bicep rear pose when her eyes crossed with Chris'.
Lowering her arms, she screamed
"Chris! What the hell are you doing here?"
Taken by surprise and scared, Chris started babbling
"I... erm... s-sorry, Kimmy..."
Kimmy walked towards him and pulled the door wide open. Chris now had a full view of her little sister's body. Her abs were so defined they could have been carved in marble. The deepenings and muscles all danced while she walked and talked. A powerful 8-pack that could put any Hollywood actor's to shame.
"What do you want?" her voice was silky and calm, but there was a fiery anger in her grayish blue eyes
"I'm... nothing, I... you..." Chris was still shocked. He noticed that despite having almost none breast tissue, Kimmy's chest was big and thick. The valley between her pecs was deep enough she could probably hide a pencil there.
"What?" Kimmy's voice was a bit threatening now
Chris had lost all his confidence. Even though he might actually be stronger than her, her figure dared him to try and find that out.
"You look..." was all he could say
Kimmy smiled "Yeah, I do" she rose her arms and stroke a double bicep pose. Chris just gawked at the sight. Kimmy's softball sized biceps jumped out, the muscle fibers on them gathering up into steel balls of muscle, so hard that even with his eyes Chris could tell there was no way he could dent them with his hands. Kimmy's forearms were just as thick, sinewy and full of veins. Her soulders, fully capped, rose too as she flexed her biceps, the striations on them guiding Chris' eyes towards her thick neck.
"Surprised, brother?" there was and evil grin on her face that scared Chris. Right now, he was afraid she might ask him to armwrestle. Or even worse, she could decide to beat him up just like his mother had done.
"Y-yeah... how...?" his voice was shivering. He was scared as he'd ever been, but he couldn't help but finding Kimmy's body the most exquisite, gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life.
"How do you think? Discipline" Kimmy walked past him and closed the door behind them. Chris watched as every muscle on Kimmy's body barely moved at each step. She was as solid as it gets "And, of course, a little genetics, I guess" Kimmy turned herself back to Chris, her hands on her hips
"W-what... what do you mean?" Chris took 2 steps back
"Well...." Kimmy walked closer to her brother. She was a good 4 inches shorter, but it didn't matter right now "Mom told me about your little altercation a few months ago" Chris was against the wall, and Kimmy was within inches from him "I guess in this family muscles run on the women"
Chris stared away from Kimmy's eyes into her neck and traps. From the upper angle, he noticed how thick they were, and how they jumped out from her back. He wished he had traps like those. He always thought of them as the ultimate muscle to show off.
Chris remembered the beating his mother gave him. This was the final proof her lesson was learned. Months ago, he'd be challenging and defiant, but not anymore. Maybe not out of respect as much as out of fear, but he would admit the obvious. Kimmy's muscles put his to shame. He was a big teenager, but she looked like a freaking bodybuilder. There was no denying.
"Y-yeah, Kimmy... it looks like it. You sure look amazing" He finally spoke, lowering his eyes
Kimmy smiled and backed away from him.
"Thanks, Chris. Your support means a lot to me. So... do you like it?" She grabbed her right wrist with her left hand and flexed viciously her chest. The fibers on her pectoral muscles started dancing
"Y-yeah... I... I wish I had muscles like yours, Kimmy"
She giggled "I bet you do... I gotta tell you, I wasn't sure how people would react... then one of these days I went to the park for a little jog and took my t-shirt off, cause it was too hot. I swear to you, I was stopped by at least half a dozen people complimenting me. And I wasn't even pumped"
"I... I believe... you look.... you look huge, Kimmy"
Kimmy approached Chris and hugged him, pulling him off the ground while doing it. Chris felt her phytonic embrace. Kimmy seemed to be doing this effortlessly. Chris was trapped into his younger sister's mighty muscles.
"Thanks, Chris! This really means a lot to me" she said, putting him down
"So... w-why?"
Kimmy blushed
"Well... actually, it started as a regular keep fit after quitting gymnastics thing, you know. me and mom started working out together. Then, as she started getting stronger, my competitiveness joined the party. I wanted to be as strong as her, to look as muscular as she does... and from there, well..." she raised her arms and flexed her biceps again. If anything, they looked even bigger now
"Wow..."
"Then, about 3 months ago I found out about a junior bodybuilding contest near, talked to mom and she agreed I'd participate. So... there's that"
Chris was feeling dizzy. Did Kimmy just told him she'd be participating on a bodybuilding contest?
"I... I see..."
"Yeah... the contest is next week... and... Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"Mom would take me there, but... it would mean a lot to me if you'd be there too, you know?"
"I... s-sure... sure, Kimmy. I'll be there"
"Thanks, you're the best!" Kimmy again hugged Chris forcefully, this time squeezing him even more. Chris was out of breath
"K-kimmy... you're... hurting me..."
She giggled, putting him down again
"Sorry. I sometimes forget I'm stronger than average..."
"it's... it's ok... so... good... good night, Kimmy" Chris needed to get away from there.
"Good night brother"
As Chris opened Kimmy's room door, he remembered something
"Huh... Kimmy?"
"Yeah?"
"So... you told me you wanted to be as strong as mom..." how'd he put that? "Are.. are you?"
Kimmy giggled again
"Well, I was getting there. I could hold her in armwrestling for over a minute, but then this competition came along, and I had to change my routine, you know. Right now, I don't think mom has any one close to her on the strength department on this house, not even dad"
"Why... why you say that?"
"Are you kidding me? Mom is as strong as a bull. I'm not sure if she's ever tried, but I bet she can bench press more than 225"
"Oh... I... I see..." Chris lowered his eyes as he remembered he maxed out at 195 "Well... good night"
"Night, brother. And... you should take steps if you want to get back at her, you know..." she giggled "maybe you could start by trying to take me. But let's leave that to after my competition, alright? I gotta tell you... I'm a little curious too"
"Curious... with what?"
"Well... With what these can do against you" And Kimmy stroke a crab pose, causing her muscles to jump out in a clear demonstration of raw strength. "But don't worry, I'll be gentle"
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Excellent new chapter! Thank you for continuing!
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I'm loving this story!!!! :clap:
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You had my curiosity now you have my attention
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You're an amzing writer. This is awesome!
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Great addition! K+!
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great, but I hope more kimmy and less mom...
K+
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Can't wait to see how much stronger Mom and daughter are going to get! k+
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Interesting set up for things to come. Good work, keep at it.
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Looking forward to seeing where this goes... Will the little sister beat the mother? Will she be a kind sister or the stereotypical b*tch? oooooooooooo..... Staying tuned to find out... K+
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Terrific ending with the Kimmy thing. A quick subtle remark about a forgotten character that says everything.
We can imagine the humiliation of that mismatch just as well as Chris can.
But these stories are just so good, we can't get enough!
(How about adding mental or intellectual defeat to a future story? Just a thought.)
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Terrific ending with the Kimmy thing. A quick subtle remark about a forgotten character that says everything.
We can imagine the humiliation of that mismatch just as well as Chris can.
But these stories are just so good, we can't get enough!
(How about adding mental or intellectual defeat to a future story? Just a thought.)
For example, a younger sister skipping grades ahead of the brother. Or a wife being given advanced managerial training. Mixed in with the physical defeat.
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And now I notice the new Kimmy addition. Great addition. Perfectly written.
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Oh this story is so great. Please continue... Pleeeeease :D
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Please continue this awesome story!!!