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[fp909]

Amazing story! But, I'm I'm a bit confused on her age and grade, as it changed throughout the story. GREAT job, though!

i think i wrote the two parts of this story a month apart and didn't check the age lol

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SOOOOOOO GREAT!!!!!!
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Amazing Story! Can't wait to read more of that awesome muscular sixth grader

[fp909]

Well good news all this good feedback I've gotten means I'm going to revisit the story pretty soon!

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That's good to hear, I'm a big fan of it, she is so awesome, so big, so strong, so sexy! k+!

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Do The Dishes

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Look, I'm 41, and I have a couple kids, and I'm trying to catch a break. My wife is out of town and she left me for a week with my high school aged son (he's 16) and my daughter, who's 12. They don't go to the same school, they don't go to the same activities, and I'm pretty sure they don't like each other very much but, hey, they're teenagers. Who knows what they like?

Anyway the point of what I'm trying to get across...well I guess I haven't been paying too much attention to what's being going on, what with work being a bear and all. I typically work longer hours in the evening and my wife handles the after school stuff since she has some leeway and is able to work from home at times, but there are aspects of their childhood that I missed, so I try and take these opportunities to get closer to them. It's been pretty difficult now that they're a little older and a bit rebellious, as teens do, but I wasn't really prepared for this.

You see, Haley, my daughter, is big into gymnastics. The coaches tell me she's not that talented, but she works hard and puts up nice scores. She's not going to the olympics and she'll probably age out of it soon, but for now she keeps up with it. What I didn't know until recently was that she was big into fitness too, and had asked for a pull up bar and some weights for home. JJ, my son, literally the opposite. Gamer, Dungeons and Dragons, movie buff. Normal kid, mostly, but into the nerdy things big time. Haley is quite popular at school (they're both good looking kids) but she got the longer end of the stick. Lots of friends, boys that are interested, you know the deal.

Doesn't fly under my roof though, everyone is equal, and that means everyone does their chores. So this particular evening it was Haley's turn to do the dishes after dinner. I had cooked and fully expected her to take care of it. I thought.

"Dad, don't you think that JJ should do the dishes tonight?"

JJ jabbed a finger at the marked up calendar on the fridge. "Says right here, 'Haley', that's you right?" He put his plates in the sink and was about to saunter off smugly before she came right back at him.

"Yeah, that's me, but remember last night we had take out so you didn't even get your hands wet you lazy bum." She turned to me and pleaded. "That's fair right?"

"Luck of the draw," he said, miming shooting an invisible gun and blowing away smoke. "You win some, you lose some."

"You're the one that wanted pizza last night anyway," she retorted. "You planned it."

He shrugged. "So what? Maybe next time you'll have the idea and won't have to do the dishes."

I chuckled and sat back into my chair. It was kind of entertaining watching them argue. But I didn't want to listen to them bicker all night, and I didn't want to play favorites.

"Well why don't you two settle this with a competition," I said. I was kind of just throwing an idea out there.

"What do you mean," JJ asked.

"Just find something where you two can go head-to-head, and the loser has to do the dishes. Easy, right?"

He shrugged even higher. "Fine I guess, but I'm older, stronger, and smarter, so I'm not sure what we could do. It wouldn't be fair."

"You're soooooo confident," she said, rolling her eyes. "If you're that confident, let's arm wrestle, or are you afraid you might lose to your baby sister?"

"Nuh uh, that's dumb," he said. "it  doesn't matter if you work out a lot, I'm still a boy and older and stronger than you."

"Well then it won't hurt if we just settle this now," she said, and stuck her arm out on the table and pulled back her sleeve on her light sweatshirt. I had to admit, her forearm did look pretty muscular, but that was all I could see at the moment. It was chilly out and she was covered up. I had never considered, really, what she was doing with those weights.

JJ hesitated, I noticed, but rolled his eyes and came back to the table to sit down. "Fine, whatever, let's get this over with." He didn't bother rolling up his sleeves but I knew he didn't have much to show.

They put their arms up and the first thing I noticed was how big JJ's hand was compared to hers, it engulfed Haley's almost completely. The second thing I noticed was the differences of their forearms. Haley's was certainly much meatier, a couple of veins in the crook of her elbow, and as they gripped each other's hands her forearms rippled with trained muscle.

"Dad you wanna count us off?"

I was so entertained, and leaned forward and put my palm over both their hands. "Ok, on the count of three, one....two....three!"

I lifted my hand up and their arms both jerked as they tried to muscle each other down quickly. Their arms shook with effort as they went at it. JJ's face was looking down at the table, while Haley's eyes bored into the top of his head.

"That all you got," she teased.

I looked a bit closer and saw that her arm was shaking only because JJ was putting in so much effort that his vibrations were transferring to her body. That and there was a rather large lump on her upper arm that I could see under the sleeve.

"Maybe instead of playing all those video games you should hit the weights like me," she said cheerily as she pushed his hand down to the table with what seemed like a modicum of effort. Then she rolled up her sleeve and flexed what was a very sizable bicep. It looked big, hard. There were veins on it too. I had no idea she had muscles like this!

"No fair, you caught me off guard!"

"Okay, then, double or nothing! Left hand this time, and if I win you do the dishes all next week too!"

JJ squirmed in his chair. "Ok," he said, a little quieter. "You're on." I could tell he was focused now, this was how he talked when he was gaming hard. He threw his left arm on the table. Haley did too, but first she took off her sweatshirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside. I tried my best not to gasp but how could I not? She was absolutely shredded--six pack abs, her guns were ridiculous and had veins on both arms. There were even pecs behind her sports bra that she hadn't changed out of after gymnastics.

"You're digging your own grave," she said, laughing, and put her arm on the table and flexed it. Her other bicep rose up, the size of a baseball as i looked at it from the outside perspective. There was even a blue vein that ran over the top of it and disappeared into her shoulder. JJ gulped, audibly, but put his other arm on the table too. I knew JJ was right handed and probably didn't have that much strength at all in his left arm compared to his dominant side. I'd seen him throw a ball before, it wasn't pretty.

Once their arms were situated I put my hand on theirs again. Haley looked so confident in her strength--JJ did not. "One....two....three!"

This time there was no contest. Haley's arm surged from the started, her bicep bulging to its peak as she slammed JJ's arm down with a loud bang, their hands bouncing off the hardwood table.

"Ow, shit that really hurt!" JJ pulled his arm back quickly and rubbed the top of his hand which was turning red.

"Not my fault, it was so easy to take you down, I didn't expect it to be so quick," she said, smirking.

"Whatever I'm not doing the dishes tonight," he mumbled and started to walk away.

"Now, JJ, you made a bet," I said, and reached over to push him back into his chair. "You have to honor it."

"Tell you what, TRIPLE or nothing," Haley said.

JJ blinked. "What?"

"Triple or nothing! If you win I'll do the dishes for a month. If you lose, you get the dishes for a month. And I'll let you use two arms against one of mine."

He cocked his head, but smiled. "You're on." He settled into his chair and Haley put her right arm up again. JJ rubbed his hands together and gripped his right to hers, and then wrapped his left hand around it. Still, Haley had a smug, confident look on her face. She wasn't worried at all about facing off against JJ's two hands.

"Just so you know you're digging your own grave," she said, and tensed her arm, making her bicep pop, the sinews under her skin rippling.

"Whatever, twerp, no way I lose this time. Get ready to have extra pruny hands for the next month!"

I sighed and shook my head, once more doing the duty asked of me. "Ok ready?" They both nodded. "Three, two, one...GO!"

Immediately JJ threw his strength and bodyweight into his two arms and the surge of force caught Haley off guard as she was forced down by JJ's strength, probably assisted by an adrenaline rush. But she grunted and caught herself before she hit the table and stabilized her hand. They both were putting in effort now, I could see it in their faces. Haley was silent as she concentrated, her will preventing her from losing this match at the moment.

I watched the muscles in her jaw contract as she grit her teeth and she grunted once more, and gripped the table with her other hand. "I'm not...losing...to a weakling...like....you!"

I was in awe as I saw her double her efforts, her bicep and forearm red from the blood rushing through them and her arm started to rise, first to halfway, then to the start position. JJ was wide eye as his two arms were force back by the power of her one. Her bicep looked like it was about to burst. I leaned forward in my chair, amazed that my twelve year old daughter was capable of this. What had i been missing out on the last few years?

"This 'little' girl muscle is gonna take you down," she said from behind gritted teeth. Though the rest of her upper body was already tense, every sinew I could see got even more ripped as she drew every ounce of power from her body to start forcing JJ's hands down to the table.

"No...no stop this is impossible," he said, and looked at me pleadingly. "I'll do the dishes tonight, I'll do them!"

"Sounds like someone just doesn't want to get beat by their little sister,"Haley said as she summoned the last of her strength and forced him down with a loud thump.

"Holy shit I am strong as hell," she cheered to herself, throwing her hands in the air.

"Hey, language," I warned. I was pretty strict about that usually.

"Whatever, Dad, did you just see that??" She flexed both her arms and her baseball-sized mounds popped up, and her shoulders bulged. "Feel these things!"

"I bet they're hard," I said, leaning back into my chair.

"I said feel them," she replied, quickly, and with a little venom in her voice. Definitely something I had never heard before and this certainly didn't sound like a request. I reached out and grabbed one of her arms and holy shit ('scuse my own language) it was hard as a rock! She pumped it under my hand and I felt it go from long and relaxed to hard as stone under my palm.

"Wow, it really is hard," I breathed. This was crazy. Was my twelve year old daughter ordering my around? I didn't even have arms like this and I was still in pretty good shape.

"That reminds me, my weights are getting a little light, maybe we can get some heavier ones?"

"I bought you up to 40 pounds worth, that's not enough now?"

"Nah, i can curl 40 pretty well for now, not a lot, but soon it will be really easy I think," she said matter of factly before stopping her flexing spree and putting her sweatshirt back on. "Besides, I'll have a lot of time to pump iron this month since I don't have any dishes to do." She smirked at JJ who had quietly gotten up and slinked to the sink to start his month-long punishment. "Maybe JJ can use the smaller ones to get strong like me!" She pushed her chair away from the table and skipped off to her room. I got up, shaking my head, and went to the den to process all of that.

My little girl was a powerhouse of muscle, under my own roof, and I hadn't known it! How strong was she? Was she stronger than me now, or close? I rubbed my face as i laid back in my easy chair. I didn't know how to handle or process this right now, it felt like a dream, but closer to a nightmare, and I hoped I would wake up soon.

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Waitresses
by fp909

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It was late on a Saturday night, and like many people my age (and of my particular inclination) I was online, browsing the latest on the female muscle message boards. It had been a particular slow week on all the subscription sites and I was hoping there might be an influx of content on the way. I had been on the site a long time at this point--in general, I mean. Long time user and contributor to the board. I had just logged onto the site and checking through my usual threads.

Nothing to report yet, sadly. I dicked around some other threads and didn't see anything really too interesting. It was like i had binge watched a show and was waiting for the latest episode to come out, twiddling my thumbs. Then i saw a new thread in a subsection I rarely checked on (it didn't often get update). It said, "If you're in the Houston area...."

Hey, that was me, I'm in the Houston area! The subsection was about potential meetups with muscular girls. They didn't always pan out but it didn't hurt to try. I clicked into the thread and read a little about what was going on.

"Guys if you're in the Houston area and into the buffest, hottest women, I have a great find for you. Some burger joint just opened up on the outskirts. It's called 'Pecky's', like Becky, but with a P. Anyway, holy moses. Topless girls as far as the eye can see. Biceps everywhere. Pecs galore. Not a breast in sight. All real women too, they only wear bikini bottoms, flip flops, and lacey, doily bracelets, so no hiding anything down below. I mean, don't get me wrong these girls are roided to the gills, they all have bulges down there. All super sexy though, young, gorgeous. They do flex for tips, is the only downside. You can sign up for a membership that does come with, uh, extra perks. DEFINITELY recommend."

Well hot damn if that didn't sound right up my alley, and nearby. I looked it up on google--not very many reviews, since it wasn't exactly a place that catered to the masses, but they did have a NSFW website posted.

"Heck, I'm over 18, I'm going in," I said as I hit the enter button.

I was welcomed by what seemed like a wall of muscle, photos and videos of beautiful, jacked women serving tables, dancing at the bar. It seemed to feel more like nightclub that happened to serve food than anything. I clicked through some tabs for info about the place, but there wasn't much: a menu, scheduled times, a membership portal, contact info. Very bare bones. I clicked on the membership portal to see the options.

"Holy shit, $200 a month, that's crazy!" I exclaimed as I read the very base option. That wasn't including food at all.

It did include, however, private sessions with the waitresses, video options, "more elaborate physical touch". I would have to find out for myself to see if the place was actually worth it. It was still open, and I was feeling hungry, and my roommates weren't due back for a while. What could go wrong?
I quickly grabbed my coat and walked out the door, driving the short distance from my place to the restaurant. Thank goodness it was in the dead of night, otherwise it would have taken almost an hour, but I was able to fly along and get there in about fifteen minutes, plenty of time left in the night to check out the place, which kept reasonable restaurant hours. It was in a brick and mortar building with a simple neon sign reading "Pecky's", with a flexing arm next to it that animated on a screen, flexing and unflexing to make a huge bicep rise and fall on the large display. I parked out front and went in the front door--there weren't many customers there at this hour (the parking lot was nearly empty) but I supposed this wasn't exactly the type of place that had a huge clientele. And it was nicer than I expected inside--dimly lit, but with table clothes and flickering candles. I noticed almost immediately that there weren't any windows, anywhere. I figured out why when the hostess appeared in front of me.

"Hello, welcome to Pecky's! Are you alone or waiting on someone?"

A very young looking woman, she was absolutely stunning, as advertised, and incredibly topless. I had been all over the net for years looking at muscular women and wasn't quite prepared for what I saw. As expected she was only wearing the bracelets, booty, and shoes, but her chest was bare and on full display, huge slabs of pectoral muscle accented by nubbly nipples that sat tantalizingly atop just a sliver of breast tissue, but they were so widely spaced on her chest that it was barely noticeable if you didn't know what to look for. Her arms were gigantic, especially her right one, which was bunched up holding a few menus and a clipboard. She had huge legs and shoulders. It was hard to pick something to look at as she smiled brilliantly at him.

"Uh, I'm here alone."

"It was kind of a joke," she admitted, laughing, "we don't get many couples here, for obvious reasons. Is it your first time at our fine establishment?"

"Yeah, I heard about it online," I said, looking around. She noticed me perusing the room.

"Not quite what you expected?"

"Sort of? I don't know what I thought there would be more people here."

"It's a bit of a slow night. This kind of place grows through word of mouth. It's actually our second location, kinda. We opened one in another metro area but got shut down because we were registered as a restaurant, when we should have been registered as a strip club. So we tried again, under a different name and got the right permits, and that's how this place was born."

"So, this is a strip club then."

"Partly. We do have really good food, and it's supposed to be a..."specialty experience" as the owners call it. Kind of like that restaurant where it's pitch black and you can't see anything. Here let me take you to a table."

She took my hand and led me to a nice booth near the back. The seats were comfortable and plush. She took out a notepad and a short pencil. "So do you like small, medium, or large?"

"What a water?"

"No, silly, a girl, a server. Small, medium, or large?"

"Oh, I don't know," I thought. There were more than one side buff girl here? "What size are you?"

"Hm, I'm  bit of a medium. Somewhere between sixteen and eighteen inch biceps, bench pressing three-hundred pounds, that's pretty typical."

"Can't you just be my server?"

She laughed. "Not my job, baby. But tell you what, you seem very overwhelmed, so I'll recommend a girl for you about my size and see if I can't get you one of those new-member special's comped," she added, with a wink, and turned around to go away.

"Oh," she said, glancing over her shoulder, "and if you're really interested in getting to know me, a nice tip might get you some alone time later on." And she sauntered away to find me a server.

I looked around the room and saw a few tables, mostly men (and a few women) seated alone eating, occasionally joined by servers of various sizes. My eyes had to have been bugging out seeing some of these gorgeous women walk around, nearly nude, heaving chests hanging over their blocky abs on a small waist, biceps bulging under trays. A couple patrons eventually left, with their servers, but didn't go out the front door. There was probably a back area where the extras happened.

I was snapped out of my daze by a sweet voice and eight pool ball-sized abs staring me in the face. I looked up to see the biggest set of pectorals I had ever seen in my life, topped by a face even prettier than the one that had just left me

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As my eyes rose higher up the body I managed to log that she had on a nametag (draped around her neck and currently dangling between her pecs and abs) and that it read Jaina. But I managed to eventually lock eyes with hers. She smiled at me sweetly. She looked very young.

"I said, what'll you be having tonight babe?"

I hadn't heard what she said the first time and stammered out an answer. "Oh uh, I haven't actually had a look at the menu yet."

"Oh, I can give you more time if you like," she said, turning to walk away.

"No, that's ok. Can you recommend anything good?"

She opened the menu in front of me. "Well I do like our wild wings, and our burgers are pretty good too. But mostly people come here for the sides," she said with a wink, and pointed to a large chunk of the menu with....admittedly weird-sounding sides.

"What's....who orders a 'side of beef'?" I asked. That seemed weird.

She dropped into the stall next to me and pushed me over with her bulky body. It wasn't hard. Then she put her elbow on the table and flexed. A huge bicep exploded in front of me, almost hiding her face. I couldn't even estimate how big it was.

"If you're here, I think the side of beef is all that you'd need. That's why the sides are priced like meals, and the entrees are priced like sides."

Huh, I hadn't noticed that.

"What if you want a different kind of side of beef," I asked, somewhat innocently.

"Depends on what you're peckish for," she explained, putting her arm back in her lap. "What kind of beef are you interested in trying?"

I gulped, and looked at the menu. "Beef" had it's own sub-menu with different options--thighs, ribs, brisket, sirloin.  I know shit about meat cuts though, so I just started at the top, alphabetically.

"What does brisket get me?"

"Brisket? A little bit of this."

Her name tag lanyard was then swallowed by the expansion of her pectorals as she took a deep breath and flexed them. She was sitting tall against the back of the booth, but when she was done flexing her pecs hung over the table, casting a shadow. The name tag dangled below them in the darkness.

"I guess I picked exactly what I wanted," I said, wiping the beginnings of a trail of drool from the corner of my mouth.

"I can see that," she said, turning her body to face me, her pecs now inches away from my face. I reached out to touch them but then they were gone, receded back into her chest, just as quickly as they had appeared.

"Sorry hun, gotta pay for extras like that, or tip. Either way, that's on the menu too.

"JAINA!" We both snapped our heads to see the hostess was approaching us, holding two chips in her hand. "It's ok, I got this one. He seems like a return customer and a nice guy, he's comped." She put both of the chips on the table and looked at me directly. "These chips are for the specials, but I got you two, Just don't go spending it all in one place, if you catch me drift." She winkeed at me lasciviously before sauntering off. I could barely tear my eyes away from her muscular ass, but it got much easier when Jaina flexed her pecs once more. She had inched closer and now they were basically in my chest.

"Well, you heard what the lady said, you can touch all you want."

I hesitated. "Just out here, like in front of everyone?"

"Well sure, you were just about to do it, weren't you?"

I blushed and looked away. "I guess now that I know a little more I feel kind of nervous. Is there maybe a place we can do it privately? It would be much easier for me."

"Aw, that's adorable. Aren't you hungry at all?"

"Not really, I just came for the muscles, honestly."

"Let's make a deal--I'll take you back for some alone time, but you have to tip me real good. Ok?"

"I'll tip as much as I can," I agreed, eager to start.

"Ok, then let's do it." she got it and slid one of the chips into a pouch around her waist. "So do you want to walk, or do you want a ride?"

I'm sure my eyes lit up. "A ride would be great!"

I slid out of the booth and she turned around and bent over. I jumped onto her back, and she flexed her pecs for me, giving me something sexier to hold onto instead of her neck, and she carried me through a set of swinging double doors into a land of wonders.

[Bugenhagen]

Haha this is great! Especially the "Houston area" part. I know there's muscle all up in Houston, Dallas too, but it never congregates quite like this.

Awesome story.

[Lupus753]

It's a shame that this place doesn't exist.

[dreamer75]

great start