Despicable Men

[Vandar_savage]

I have detected no issues with your English.  I'm enjoying the story so far.  In fact I'm wishing I had stumbled upon it much later as there would be more of it to enjoy.  But I truly do hope you keep going with it.

[Vandar_savage]

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[giantgirl7foot2]

Was slightly demotivated as I want her to grow a bit taller as well, but most of y'all don't seem to like that. To hell with it. It's my story and I'll write it as I please. If you don't like reading about taller girls, I suggest finding another story.



As Sarah tried to pull the first shirt she took out of the closet over her pumped, eight-year-old body, much to her surprise, she found that it wasn't as loose as she'd expected. Aside from being a bit too long on her 4'9" body—which would be hidden in her skirt, anyway—it fit quite snugly. "Must be an old shirt", the delighted girl thought as she bounced back to her room, making a note that she shouldn't wear it while working out. The following morning, I was in for quite a surprise. My favourite shirt was missing from my closet. Being not the most organised person, I figured that it was probably still at the dry cleaner.

As the weeks passed, I didn't get to see much of my daughter. Whenever she was home, she quickly (hopefully) finished her homework and spent the rest of the evening in her room. The sound of clanking metal had decreased, so I figured Sarah had found a different pastime. Little did I know that she'd just perfected her movement and installed a carpet beneath her weight set. And while my darling daughter continues to put her developing body through excruciatingly heavy workouts, I finally have some time to talk a bit about myself.

I'm a pretty short man, clocking in at about 5 foot 3. My darling wife was about the same height—maybe even an inch shorter. I've never felt the need to compensate for my height by going to the gym, but I kept my body in shape by doing mostly cardio exercises. When I lost my wife, one of the only activities that would allow me to clear my mind was putting on running shoes and just running, running and running for as long as I could. I lost a lot of weight any my body became lithe, but trim, kind of like a long-distance runner. Currently, I weight about 105 pounds, and I think that's what I'll stay at.

Attentive readers might have noticed that 4'9" is extraordinarily tall for an eight-year-old. Not only did she probably inherit some genetics from my grandparents, which were both pretty tall, her body had an amazing reaction to the borderline insane torture she put her body through. You know how muscle growth usually seems to hinder growing taller? Well, that didn't happen to Sarah. Her borderline insane determination made her push her young body far past its limits, allowing her muscles to grow not only larger, but also achieve a much higher density. As a result, instead of her muscles were growing too big for her developing bones, they forced them to accommodate for their new size. Sarah, of course, didn't realise that her intense training was also making her taller. She noticed pretty quickly that she was now much taller than all of her classmates, but didn't really put much thought into why this was the case. She didn't realise that it was odd that her father was shorter than most of her classmates' parents, yet she was so much taller. Surprisingly enough, she wasn't even thinking about ever becoming as tall as her father. 

Whenever a baggily dressed Sarah walked close to one of her classmates, she liked how her 4'9" body towered over their average 4'1" ones. It wasn't just her height and being able to see the top of their head that she liked, it was also seeing their average, weak, eight-year-old bodies and mentally comparing them with her own, vastly more muscular one. Standing behind a boy in her one-inch uniform heels, her eyes an inch above the top of his head, looking down on his small frame, seeing his thin arms and toothpick legs, she involuntarily started daydreaming about removing her baggy blouse and long skirt so that she could actually see the vast difference in mass between their bodies.  She wanted to see in real life that her flexed arms looked to have three times as much volume as his. She wanted to see her shoulders being half again as wide as his. She wanted to compare those toothpick legs with her strong, muscular young thighs. But she didn't—yet.

[ame3cv62]

Wow looking forward  to what she dies to the guy that caused her moms death,hmmmm kind of wish it was me.

[ame3cv62]

Little  bit of a typo there sorry (it's  what she does,not what she dies).

[seldom]

Write what you love! It's your story. And for what it's worth, I love really tall, insanely massive and overpumped women too!

Great stuff so far. Really looking forward to each installment.

[giantgirl7foot2]

Camera, lights, finally some action!



Only one other kid in the whole school knew what Sarah looked like beneath those baggy clothes; a small 10-year-old girl named Bella. As the pale skinned, pitch-black haired pixie entered the girls' restrooms, she couldn't believe her eyes. A few feet in front of her stood a relatively short woman checking herself out in the mirror, flexing the biggest muscles Bella had ever seen in real life. The woman wasn't short by any means, almost a foot taller than Bella herself, but that was still short for a woman. She was wearing a long skirt that covered her legs, but had removed her top and was only wearing a black sports bra, tightly stretched over a V-shaped back that must have been almost twice as wide as her own. It wasn't ripped, but Bella could clearly make out the big and soft muscles beneath the soft, tanned skin. On both sides, the woman had extended her arms in a pose that Bella didn't know was called a "double bicep flex"—Bella didn't even know what a "bicep" was. She'd seen boys in her class trying to flex their upper arm muscles, but none of them even came close to the size of this woman's arms. As an intrigued Bella walked closer and realised that those arms must have been almost as big as her legs, an audible gasp escaped her young mouth. But it was only until the woman heard her and turned around, that Bella was in for the biggest surprise.

Each time Sarah went to the restroom during class, she couldn't help but removing her blouse, performing a double biceps flex and admiring her development in the great lighting that the restrooms provided. This time, however, the admiration was short lived, as she was startled by a gasping sound behind her. Quickly and shocked, she turned around to see what caused the noise—no one was supposed to see here like this. But as she did so, had to look down to see the face of the pixie of a girl that was approaching her and sized up her petite body, shock turned into solace. Sarah then saw the shock on the girls' face as a reaction to seeing her, and solace turned into satisfaction. She was ready for this.

"This is not a woman", Bella thought in disbelief as the mysterious person turned around and she vaguely recognised her face, "this... this is a third grader!". Bella only knew that this girl was a third grader from seeing her head stick out groups of third graders in the corridors. Most kids in school had probably seen her, but she hadn't heard anyone talk about how incredibly built this girl was. This third grader had muscles, bug muscles, muscles that would put most Insta**** fitgirls to shame. This third grader that was now looking down at her with a mischievous smile on her young face. Bella, no longer at ease, tried muttering something at the third grader, "You... you... "

"You are so muscular?", finished Sarah, and the flexed her tangerine sized biceps as she looked down at the tiny fifth-grader. "The thing is", she continued as she slowly walked towards the perplexed girl, "no one was supposed to see these muscles yet— not before I'm the biggest and strongest girl in the whole school—"

"But you are already the biggest girl in the school!", Bella bravely interjected.

"—also counting the teachers! Those stupid teachers always telling us what to do, those stupid men. I don't have time for homework, I want to train, train and train these muscles so that a man will never, ever tell me what to do again!", Sarah shouted as she stopped a few inches in front of the now visibly scared girl. She loved seeing the petite girl cowering in front of her, she loved how just being exposed to her body was enough to make older girls scared of her. Even though it was just a tiny girl and not an adult man, it already made her feel more powerful than ever before, even more so than when she busted through her shirt. She then grabbed Bella's thin upper arms and pressed them to her side, as if she were to compress them into the small girls' chest. Her comparatively big hands were able to cover about a quarter of the girls' chest on each side and Sarah loved how tiny those arms felt beneath her strong hands. As Sarah increased the pressure, she felt the weak girls' chest giving in, her ribs bending a bit forward. As much as she was surprised at her own strength, Sarah loved every second of having this much power over someone. But she wasn't done. She couldn't size up how much this girl weighted, so she tugged upwards with all of her might. But the poor girl couldn't have weighted more than 55 pounds, much less than Sarah used for double bicep curls, and so Bella was aggressively yanked from her feet, her thin body almost flying through the air. The eight-year-old was now completely thrilled at her own strength. She moved her arms and this girls' body just followed, those little legs dangling wildly in the air. Sarah could have probably lifted her with one hand and for a moment hesitated if she'd try so, but decided against it in order to save up some elements of surprise for in the (hopefully near) future. Instead, she held the girl steady in front of her so that her eyes were slightly below her own, increased the pressure on her weak ribcage until her expression was visibly pained and told with the sternest face that Sarah could bring up, "if anyone—anyone—finds out what happened here, I'll beat.. uhm..  I'll.. well.. no one better find out!". Sarah then put the small girl down, turned her around and softly shoved her towards the door, almost sending the frail thing flying again. "Now get out of here!" As the door closed, Sarah was still shocked about what she'd almost said and thought about doing to the poor girl. She flexed her right bicep and looked at the proud ball of muscle that jumped up. What was all of this strength turning her into?

[ame3cv62]

Wow,hmmmm what about trying those muscles out on a teacher or the principal, it.might be interesting

[hatour]

Great new chapter! Karma for all!

[phil123]

Happy to read when she first outmuscle some older person and the some teachers.

[seldom]

Wow, I love Sarah's growing dominant side!

[giantgirl7foot2]

A few minutes later, as she walked back to class, a devilish smile crept onto her angelic face. She'd been looking through the windows of ongoing classes and saw the other kids sitting there, listening to the teachers and scribbling down notes. It seemed like those kids weren't thinking for themselves. All of them exactly did what their parents or their teachers expected them to do—sit, listen, obey. They also just looked so... weak. Their fragile little arms hovering above the desk, little legs dangling from the chairs, tiny butts freely wiggling in their chair. Sarah almost pitied them—their weakness was probably why they couldn't stand up for themselves.

In the next classroom, she saw a teacher, a fifty-something year old woman that couldn't have been over 5'4", angrily point at the blackboard and shout something into the classroom. Sarah didn't know what sickened her the most; seeing a weak old woman shouting at a classroom full of children, or the fact that these children blindly obeyed her. Sarah was not going to be like these pathetic creatures, no one would tell her what to do.

Feeling her strong muscles come alive beneath her loose clothes as she flexed them in anger, the eight-year-old girl knew that her young body was already stronger than that of most of the teachers—especially the women. But it wasn't enough, she needed to be stronger than the male teachers as well. She entered her own classroom, daydreaming about when she'd be back home, back to her room, back to torturing her developing body with pounds and pounds of steel. And as she sat herself back down on her chair—causing it to creak under the weight of a muscular body that it was definitely not designed for as her developing butt almost spilled over the sides of the seat—that's when the answer to her earlier question hit her. "A goddess," she realised, "is what this strength is turning me into."

[weaponzero]

After you initially post something, you have a limited window of time to edit it.  I think one hour if I recall.

Loving the story so far. Keep it up!

[giantgirl7foot2]

After you initially post something, you have a limited window of time to edit it.  I think one hour if I recall.

Ugh, that's kind of lame! If I ever finish the story, I'll post a fully corrected version somewhere as well. Thanks for clarifying!

[ame3cv62]

Let hope u do finish it, l pay no attention to what other people say just do what u want after all it is your story after all

[Jaguar]

Great story so far  giantgirl7foot2 !  K++

As AME says, you should write your story your way.  The rest of us can have opinions, but the story is yours.

My opinion is, take your time and do not rush.  Let the plot unroll naturally.

But of course taking your time and letting the plot unroll naturally requires more effort.  So feel free to ignore me.

Your doing a wonderful job.  And you've been very careful with your spelling and grammar.  I would have had no idea English was not your first language if you hadn't told us,

Bravo, great stuff !