Crisper

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Clearing out some old half done stories.

Chapter 1: First Up
By: Rebecca Lawe

Chyna looked awesome in her pink tank top and shorts. Her tiny body exuded hotness and fitness. I was surprised she had shown such interest in my garage gym. I led her in and smiled as she seemed impressed. I had amassed a little more weight than your average home gym. I knew how to scour the estate sales and business closings. Chuckle. I didn't figure it would be something she would be excited to see and it reminded me how little I really knew about the tiny beauty. I once again took the opportunity to ask her about herself as she ran her fingers over a hand weight.

"If I told you about me honestly you would think I was nuts," Chyna said as she took a 30 pound weight and curled it slowly in her right hand. Her bicep had an incredible pop, but the motion seemed easy and relaxed for the tiny girl. I had been about to warn her how heavy that one was when she picked it up with such ease.

Chyna Welborn was her name. Really. As unique as the girl. Chyna was under 5 feet tall with dark hair that was nearly as long as her body. It trailed nearly to her feet if she had it down or in a long ponytail. Her face was stunning with a fierce intelligence. Her body was... well it was banging. There was as much curve as was possible to put on that small frame. We had met in Kinesiology 214. Even though it was my major she was my tutor and we had developed a friendship from it.

"Well I'd really prefer honest," I replied though my eyes were kind of glued to the bicep and the relaxed motion as she curled it 2... 3 times. In my grey workout shorts, I felt a little stirring as she shrugged and continued. Her body looked too tiny to hold a 30 pound weight but she handled it casually. I had known Chyna for a while now and she always seemed ... aloof. Friendly and charming but reserved. She seemed to like me and we hung out, but she didn't seem to ever really say anything. But that was about to change.

"When I was young," Chyna started to explain as her arm kept pumping the weight 4..5..6 times, "I had muscular dystrophy. My body had an extremely low level of dystrophin leading to muscles that would not grow. Hell, it's probably why I am so short as well." Again the girl shrugged, but otherwise showed little effort or even notice of the weight she had now curled 9...10....11 times. Just watching I felt a little sweat on my forehead and the stirring was more pronounced in my shorts. "My father being very wealthy did not sit back, but found a doctor working on some new technologies. And we, well we did some experiments with gene therapy. And here we are." She sounded so matter of fact. 18...19...20. This was impossible How was she doing that? Someone three times her size would have failed long ago.

"What do you mean experiments?" I asked as much to mask the growing in my shorts and the sweat spreading all over as I watched her. She was doing the work but I was the one sweating. Chyna was no more than 4'10" tall and her muscles were not huge but very pronounced and defined and easy to spot. The ball on her bicep now stood out like a little cannonball with signs of veins on it... 25...26...27.

"Do you know how muscles are built?" Chyna asked. "Well sure you do. From class. And you look like you know a thing or two about muscle building, J.R.," she added with a wide smile. Her pace did not slow and maybe even sped up as she got into her discussion. I blushed a tad but was proud of my 212 pound body and the work I had done on it. I had been the heavyweight wrestler in high school. In college, I had worked hard to reshape it into more a bodybuilders look with narrow hips and a wide chest and back. "Well, as you know, when you lift weights you push your muscles past what they are accustomed and this causes localized damage of the muscles. No pain, no gain right," and she giggled." 40...41...42.

"This local muscle damage causes a release of inflammatory molecules and immune system cells that activate what are called satellite cells causing them to jump into action. Well in my body these satellite cells didn't activate. A fast grower can have as much as 23 % activation of their satellite cells after a tough workout, but mine were no shows. The doctors said I would soon be in a wheelchair. So we changed that by using CRISPR." 48...49....50.

What's crisper?" I asked as it grew ever harder (pardon the pun) to hide my reaction watching her body perform so amazingly. It was beyond anything I had ever seen. Beyond anything I had ever even heard of.

"CRISPR, clustered regularly interspaced.... well let's just say it is a short DNA sequence used to edit where my cells were wrong. In essence, portions of my cells were cut and the CRISPR sequences were added to rewrite the DNA instructions. After the first treatment, I could walk and build muscle like normal. I liked the results so much I had two more treatments my daddy didn't know about to help with hormone release and other levels in my body. I have been pretty happy with the results. I now activate around 74 % of my satellite cells, so I am a bit over three times more than a fast grower and have a few other side effects we can discuss later. J.R.? Are you listening?" She finally paused with the weight and in fact set it down, her bicep alive with an immense pump and veins showing.

She was right, it was hard to believe. She had been experimented on? If she hadn't curled a 30 pound weight in one hand 82 times as she talked I probably would have doubted it. She didn't fail either, she just stopped and probably could have done more. "Amazing," I muttered out and put a hand on her pumped right bicep ball and pressed at it with a tight squeeze. The muscle seemed barely to notice.

Chyna smiled and clenched her fist and tensed her arm and I learned what I thought was flexed was actually the relaxed state of this muscle. I gasped and her smile turned to a giggle. "Wait til it gets really pumped," she said in a quiet voice as she turned her wrist and made the peak jump up noticeably. I had to concentrate not to outright moan. Gawd, what a little cute bundle of power.

"Why don't you play sports, you'd be awesome at whatever you try," I said as I explored the bicep with intent. My hands were straining but could not seem to even really dent the surface of the hot ball of muscle there.

Chyna squinted like she was thinking how to answer. Then she arched and darted in a quick move under me. She placed her hands on my thigh and my side and UHH in a flash I was on her shoulders. I barely had time to grunt out a HEY as she then pressed my body up and overhead and held it there. She adjusted her grip so I tilted a bit down as she looked up and smiled at me. "Me on a team. That might be a bit unfair, huh?" As she said this she lowered me to her shoulders and pressed me back up again. It seemed an easy and smooth movement for her. Shoulder pressing something as awkward as a body, 212 pounds, up and down with ease. Good lord, how strong was she?

Part 2
That Escalated Quickly.

"Let me down!" I shouted as the tiny girl slowly lowered me to her shoulders and then pressed me up again for what seemed like the 50th time.

Chyna smiled and let me lie across her shoulders. She felt really pumped and tight now like the muscles were going to leap out of her skin in an attempt to grow. She wasn't even actively flexing but the muscles were still showing off rock hard tightness and vascularity - making me so excited to see and feel. She giggled which made my erection twitch in amazing ways "I don't know," she said, "I think you like it. Or at least a part of you likes it. I mean, wow, I think your bottoms are going to tear apart."

I flushed a deep red as my large endowment was showing more than I wanted it to. But Gawd, what she was doing so casually was so amazing. I had always had issues with my large manhood when it came to working out or wearing tight clothes and she was making it show up prominently. As a wrestler, I had found ways to sort of tuck it into the tight wrestling singlet. I wiggled tried to turn to at least angle it away from view but her grip on my leg tightened to hold me there and I yelped.

"Oops, sorry hon," she quickly said and twisted so I was set down on my feet. "It's quite a compliment and I just wanted to say thank you." She smiled and lightly put a finger on my now throbbing bottoms and tugged it just ever so slightly and my erection pulled down with it and then as the bottoms went down it slapped back up into my stomach when she let go. Bending, she led the bottoms down my legs and tossed them aside, and moved back up to join me. We joined hands and in a flash, my body was pressed to the wall and those hot abs were now pressed to where I was already so, so thick and tight.

I gave a groan or maybe a moan. Or both. My hips pushed out hard to try and move. I flexed and strained but all it did was make me feel even more where her abs were pressing on me. My shoulders capped and my arms flexed. My abs strained and my legs bulged. A wild workout might not make me as pumped as I was at this moment. But I didn't make even a millimeter of movement against her body.

Again she giggled which made me twitch. Chyna moved my hands up higher overhead so she could grab my hands with one of hers and pin them hard to the wall. Now free she flexed the left arm in front of me. The peak of the bicep was pronounced and teeming with veins now. "Kiss it and show me how much you like it," she said in a quiet, relaxed voice as her hips now danced and she flexed her abs over and over in a way that made me shiver and shake.

I strained and my arms shook but even one-handed she held mine there. UHHHH, I made a noise I didn't even recognize and I leaned my head forward and kissed the peak of the bicep. It was the hardest thing I had ever felt in my life. And then it flexed! The peaked ball somehow jumped out and mashed my lips up and back and made my head raise higher. I couldn't see it but I could feel it had grown. I saw how wrong I was a second ago thinking that was the hardest thing I had ever felt because this was way beyond that. And still increasing. Just when I thought there's no way it can do more I heard Chyna whisper "And think how tight it would get if it was challenged." Her hips did a little dance against me as the abs similarly tightened.

She was just playing with me I know but her words still had the intended impact as I jerked. I tensed head to toe and let out a loud "Yahhhhhhh" of effort as my face turned red and my muscles all exploded in the effort. I pushed out wanting to get my hands on her so bad.

Then I heard the growing familiar giggle again and she tsked "how cute" as I still failed to even move the tiniest fraction of a nanometer. Her smile seemed relaxed and even if her story was true, it seemed impossible to believe she was THIS strong! She pushed her hips against me and let out a little grunt of her own as I felt the pressure on the wall grow. She still had my two hands trapped with her one and the other arm pumped in front of me as she turned her wrist and the peak did a little dance.

And I came. I exploded! My hips jerked and I AHHHHED out and she slammed her hips in so I felt those abs press to me so tight as I couldn't stop spasming. I thrashed and jerked as her motion and those abs against me made me convulse and flex and cum all at once so hard I got lightheaded.

She held there tight wiggling and flexing until I could no longer physically react. Then she slid back from me and stood about four feet back from me. "Still think I should play for the team?" she asked with a wink and she lifted her arms and flexed. "I might be able to take on your whole team at once," she said with one of her musical giggles.

I collapsed to my knees after she stepped back. I was a bit wobbly as I pushed myself back to my feet using the wall behind me to help. I considered her words and shook my head. I mean she was amazing but Gawd no one could do that. I didn't say anything out loud but just got my air back.

"Well, I am so flattered. Not many would be so impressed by my body that they would react that way. Hmm, I may even have to show you what I can really do and the other reason I am so strong. Come on, if you liked that, you will LOVE this," she said followed by another of those giggles that made me shiver. Chyna took me by the hand and led me in my own gym.

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[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, I absolutely loved that, this is everything I love to see in stories, tiny, ripped girl who is much, much stronger than she looks and loves to show it off. I would love it if you continued this story, especially to show him that her assertion that she could take on his entire team was not a hollow boast. Here's hoping we find out! k+!

[Jaguar]

Really excellent work, Laying !

Likeable characters, nice descriptions, great little plot.  Keep this up, you're doing great !

[Wookey]

K+  I hope that the story continues

[jhunter]

Nice premise, interesting use of descriptions. Jope to see more.

[Jaguar]

I'm re-reading this story again.

I love it.  An intelligent girl, her size can pass for normal, but has this immense strength, speed, and athletic ability.