#FANfiction: *Annie Ample & Friends* [various authors] Stories~collected

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Becky Biceps Meets the Intern
by fighterpilot909


Little Becky hummed to herself as she flipped through her latest issue of Bodybuilding Weekly, lying on the floor of her room with her feet in the air, kicking them back and forth. It had been exceptionally quiet lately, what with her recent encounters with her father and principal making things incredibly awkward (for them) both at home and at school. As such, she no longer attended her regular elementary school and stayed at home, homeschooling via lessons sent for her online. Her father was in no better shape—both super embarrassed at his daughters discovery of the involuntary effect her super muscles had on he men around her and the fact that he had been utterly humiliated in that discovery.

Old Man Benson next door had disappeared completely. Ironically, his obsession with Becky's burgeoning body had brought him out of a deep depression but had also skyrocketed his blood pressure, forcing him to take a much needed vacation far, far away from wherever Becky was.

So the end of the school year had come and gone and summer boredom had started to settle in during the first couple of days. No one to play with and no one to tease with her muscles had her lying facedown on the ground reading fitness magazines that she didn't need. Normal girls might read with their chin in their hands, elbows rested on the ground, but Becky Biceps was far from normal.  In fact, her stomach and face were far from the ground, her torn weight perched atop her massive pectorals, the muscles two feet deep in their natural rested state, but each breath expanding them another six inches as she rested comfortably on the ground.

If not for her massive thighs she would have been forced to kneel or be in a plank position, and she playfully flexed them which made her bounce up and down in rhythm with her breathing, heaving chest. It was really her only entertainment at the moment—she didn't really need to work out, her muscles seemed to be permanent and could grow as big as she wanted or needed and her strength hadn't diminished in the least bit. She hadn't been to the lab in months and despite numerous calls to her father to bring her in for "further testing" her father had not brought her back in.

"Mmmmmphh", she grunted, closing the back cover of the magazine and power flexing her chest with enough force to get her to standing. To say she was clothed was an overstatement. She didn't go anywhere anymore and no one came to her so the 11 year old's normal attire was just panties. She had torn through too many clothes to be casually wearing them anymore so she walked around the house like this on daily, much to the chagrin of her father. She left her room, having to sidle through the doorway as her shoulders were much too broad to allow her to walk through it normally, her pecs and bubble butt pressing tightly against the frame as she squeezed through, repeating the process to get into the bathroom.

She was still short, despite her width and the height her muscles could reach, so the only thing she could see in the mirror was her heavyset pecs and the tops of her shoulders (and her head of course). She couldn't even see all of her chest, her nipples an inch below the countertop. She sighed dramatically and lazily brought both of her arms up, her thirty five-inch unflexed biceps already showing a peak and she flexed and unflexed them playfully, the peaks jumping twenty inches vertically with each pop.

"All these muscles and no one to play with!" she squeaked.

Maybe, she thought, I should have treated them a little nicer instead of driving everyone crazy, even though they liked her muscles a lot. Then maybe she would have friends still. No one from school ever visited, they thought she was a freak—and it was true but she honestly liked her muscles more than them anyway, and if they didn't like it, who cared—and their small family was rarely, if ever, in town. She started to shed a couple of tears, genuinely sad, and grunted again.

"Mmmph," she grunted as she flexed her right bicep harder and hard. "Mmph, I can't be sad, not with muscles like these," she said to herself, trying to cheer herself up. She just couldn't help herself though, and she tingled with glee as she watched her peak soar higher with each flex, the top of her bicep quickly exciting the edges of the mirror.

She was startled by a loud buzz, just then, and wondered who could possibly at the door. It wasn't even noon yet so there wouldn't really be anyone stopping by this early, which made it weird. But, she was the lady of the house, she thought, and went downstairs to answer it anyway, completely forgetting to put any type of clothes on. Not yet tall enough to see through the door peephole, she just opened the door to find a teenage boy standing on the stoop in slacks, a polo, and a lab-coat.

Ah, she thought she recognized him! It was the son of the doctor from Phystech!

Before she could see anything he noticed her nearly naked form and blushed beet red, averting his eyes as quickly as he could.

"Uh...hi Becky, do you remember me?"

"Yeah! You were the doc's son at Psytech! What are you doing here, though?"

"Oh well...I'll tell you but can we go inside first? You don't really have any clothes on and we shouldn't be standing here like this..."

"Oh!" Now it was Becky's turn to blush. She wasn't opposed to bursting out of her clothes from time to time (ok, all the time) but he did have a fair point. He walked inside and she brought him to the living room where she sat in her favorite chair, and he took a seat on the couch.  He was so nervous, sitting in front of this topless, hulking, muscle goddess, her smooth skin punctuated by veins and striations where no teenager should have them, her enormous, deep pecs twitching with every breath, her quads flexing as kicked her legs out onto the coffee table, which groaned under the weight of her calves.

"So, what brings you here?"

He took a deep breath. "Well, I'm interning again with Phystech and you're one of our top projects—" This admission made Becky bounce up and down with excitement, she knew they loved her over there.

"—and we haven't seen you in a long time. So they sent me over for some test and experiments."

Becky grinned widely. "Well, I haven't come because I really want to keep my muscles now, so there's that, but also no one has been around to bring me, plus my muscles do things to men that make them embarrassed. I'm not sure they could even take me to the lab." She coyly crossed her hands on her lap, pressing her pecs against each other, effectively doubling her cleavage.  The intern gulped audibly. She could tell that she was already having that profound effect on him.

"Hm..." She thought to herself, "what else can I do to have some fun with him?"

Suddenly, an idea!

"Ok! Well why don't you bring your lab stuff inside and I'll get you something to eat ok?"

He nodded and got up, leaving the house while she went to the kitchen. He didn't have that much to bring in, some new things they were working on as well as a device that was a much improved, miniaturized version of the scanner/pumper that they had in the lab—it all fit in a medium-sized metallic suitcase He returned to the house quickly and started to set up shop in the living area when he was tapped on the back by a firm finger. He turned around and nearly fell down when he collided with Becky's burgeoning chest.

"Whoa, careful there!" she exclaimed as she took a step back to stead the two glasses of milk that she had perched on the top of one pec, and the plate of cookies she had on the other. The milk was sloshing around from the impact but didn't look like as if the glasses would fall out. Even this casual display of her muscularity was awe-inducing, her chest muscular enough to act as a serving tray.

She eyed him carefully as he took one of the glasses with thanks, while she produced a straw and put it in her own glass before sitting down at the edge of her chair and periodically sipping from her glass or taking a cookie. "So, what kinda stuff did you bring over doc?"

He chuckled. "Well, I'm not a doctor, I'm just an intern. I don't have to wear this coat if it makes you uncomfortable," he said as he finished unpacking the suitcase. "We've been working on some new materials for clothing to see if they would work on you, a new miniaturized measurement device, as well as a...high tech weight system, I guess you could call it...and also a surprise!" Her face brightened when she heard that last part—still a kid, she loved surprises and couldn't wait to see what he had planned! "Well, what do you want to start with first?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Hm. Well I can't really measure myself, and my dad doesn't do it anymore, can we start with that? Then do the surprise and the other stuff after that?"

He considered her request. It would make sense to try the fabric after trying their new device on Becky. It wasn't sized specifically for her anyway and could be more trouble than it was worth to try and get it over her massive physique.

"Alright, that sounds like a plan! So let's get started. If you don't mind, I just have to put this on you," he said, moving forward, but then hesitating. The device would attach to her chest and send out harmless sub-sonic sound waves that would penetrate her tissue and gauge her measurements and body mass based on the ping received back to the device. But, like his father before him, he was hesitant to touch her. She sensed it and smiled.

"IT's ok, you can put it anywhere you like! You're not like everyone else, I know you won't touch me like that!"

He wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, but now that he had the go-ahead, he took the device, spread some dissolvable adhesive to the back, and placed it firmly on the crest of her left pec (after the snacks had been removed of course). He pressed the "on" button, and it glowed red in the middle, announcing that it had been turned on.

"Give it a few moments to scan your body, then you can ask it anything you want, it's very smart. Call it Mary!"

She waited a little bit, looking around the room, and then talked to the machine.

"Uh, hi Mary. Can you take my measurements for me?"

"Yes, hello!" it responded in a sweet female voice. "Certainly! Which measurements would you like to know?"

"Um...how bout how tall I am?"

"You are four feet, eleven inches in height!"

"Wow, it's really good! That's how tall I am!" she said to the intern. He nodded, smiling, happy it was able to work with a physique as dense as hers."

"What about weight?"

"You weigh two hundred and thirty two pounds," Mary said. "Your BMI suggests extreme obesity but my readings indicated a very muscle-dense structure."

Becky giggled. "That's right! I have lots of muscles! I need you to measure them too. Lets do calves, thighs, waist, chest, and biceps please! I'm not flexed right now if that matters to you."

"Presently, your calves are 27 inches, your thighs are 38 inches, your waist is 29 inches, your chest is 49 inches, and your biceps are 29 inches."

The intern's eyes practically bugged out of his head at those relaxed numbers. They were just ridiculous and of course the eyeball test had told him the first time he had seen her that she was huge, but putting numbers to it again for the first time in a while really messed with his head a little bit.

"Ok, time to flex up!"

She pointed one leg out, her big toe the only part of her foot touching the ground, and flexed her calf and quad in that leg. Quickly, they ballooned out in the three directions away from the bone, each muscle group plainly visible as they seemed to double—no, triple—in size. She took care to not flex all the way though, things tended to get a bit out of control around her when that happened. When she finished her flex she asked again for the measurement. MARY took a moment to recalibrate.

"At present, your calf is 40 inches and your thigh is 60 inches."

"That's pretty good!" she said, "Let's do my biceps next!"

She stuck an arm out to her side, while watching the intern intently. Her bicep was already football-sized in that state, her tricep belly dropping inches below her elbow joint. Slowly, she cocked her forearm and flexed her bicep. "Mmmmf" she grunted as her bicep continued to grow and grow, peaking about her arm. "I want to impressive him a little bit," she thought to herself, "100 inches should do the trick." So she flexed to about where she thought that might be, which was a few feet above her fist. The interns eyes widened as her bicep grew and grew, fibers twitching and veins pulsating across her bicep and forearms. Finally, she stopped.

"Your biceps are presently 102 inches in circumference."

Becky beamed, proud of her arms and of her estimate. She herself couldn't see the top of her bicep head so it was a pretty good guess. However, the intern, feeling bold in this moment, spoke up finally.

"Um...Becky, I was kind of wondering if you could flex up a bit more. Like....maybe try and touch the ceiling with your bicep? I know you can get bigger, I've seen it!" He squirmed in his seat as he asked, and she knew that she had gotten to him.

"Ok! Let me try!" It had been a while since her last big flex, but she was certain she could do it, especially for him. She started her flex again, putting a little extra into it this time, her bicep ballooning quickly to the 102 inches she had previously just hit. "Mmmmmf" she grunted as she poured more power into her flex, the top head of her bicep sprouting another head, impossibly, as it soared to new heights, the intern gasping as it seemed to sprout another foot in seconds. His disbelief continued as the top of her enormous bicep grew ever closer to the ceiling, a foot turning into a few inches , to centimeters, suddenly it was at the ceiling.

But now Becky was in a flexing frenzy, something that seemed to happen a lot these days, and she was only broken from her trance when there was a loud CRACK as her bicep pushed through the drywall of the ceiling, powder falling from above, coating her bicep and floating further down to her head. Meanwhile, the intern not-so-spontaneously blew his load into this pants, mercifully covered up by his long lab coat.

"Oops," she squeaked, a bit embarrassed that she had caused damage to her house, a large hole caused by her bicep that continued to drop small debris. But at the same time she was extremely excited, it was the biggest she had ever been! "Ok, next is chest!"

"Whoa, whoa, I need a moment. Let's just relax for a second, maybe I'll show you this new device first and then we can get to the chest flexing. I promise it will be super cool!"

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[cedricharper]

Great story as ever, must trip over to patreon. Many thanks FP