Little Sister Is A Big Bully

[grbaclig]

Part 2, Chapter 28   

        I don't remember losing consciousness, but I remember regaining it.  I was in a hospital bed, with Allison and my mom by my bedside.  "Richard?" my mom's voice called.  "You've been unconscious for six hours.  The doctors set the bones in your hand and fit you for some false teeth to replace your molars.  Oh, I just hope Kylie is alright.  Being pretty is so important to girls her age."
        I couldn't believe my ears.  I was recovering from surgery, completely without the use of my dominant hand, and mom were worried about the tip of Kylie's nose.  It wasn't fair, and I began to cry.  But then things got worse.  "Don't worry, I'm fine," called a familiar voice from the door.
        My heart sank as Kylie strode into the room wearing soccer shorts and a white t-shirt, both of which were tight enough to showcase both her feminine curves and hulking muscle, Lola Lopez on her arm.  "Oh Kylie," Allison sighed.  "Thank God your nose is...  your nose is... even prettier?"
        It was hard to argue with her.  Kylie had always been beautiful, with fine symmetrical features, pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes, and anyone would have been hard-pressed to find an imperfection in her face.  But still, somehow, her nose had healed into a subtly different shape that made her even prettier than before.  "Yeah, I know," she said.  "It worked out perfectly, since I'm going to be photographed so much over the next couple of months."
        The four women left my room, chatting merrily , and as they left, mom accidentally jerked my IV cord loose.  I called after them as I pounded on the call button, but they ignored me.  When the nurse finally came to reattach my IV, all she could talk about was the beautiful blonde girl with huge muscles that she saw in the hall, and how incredible she looked.  It was as if I wasn't even there.

        That evening Kylie gathered me, Allison and Lola around the dining room table.  She stared intently at the center of the table, as if she was choosing her words carefully.  "I owe you all an apology," she finally said, her voice uneven as if she was speaking a foreign language. 
        I couldn't believe my ears.  I had known Kylie her entire life, and as far as I knew she had never apologized to anyone for anything she had done.  She had always refused to apologize to all the kids at school that she bullied mercilessly, she refused to apologize to cousin Ronnie for the beating that hospitalized him, and she sure never apologized to me.  I didn't know what to say.  "Kylie, I-" I began.
        As soon as I began to speak Kylie's blue eyes locked me in a threatening gaze, and I fell silent and shrank back into my seat.  "I lost my temper earlier today, and I hurt all three of you," she continued.  "And I want you to know that I'm sorry.  I was so angry that I wanted to hurt you, and I wanted to scare you.  And although I still feel that my anger is justified, because none of you should have trespassed in my room, I should have never allowed myself to lose control."
        Lola was seated at Kylie's right, and took her right hand tenderly.  "Kylie," she said.  "I know it isn't easy for you to apologize, and I appreciate you showing us this vulnerability.  But the physical pain that you caused is trivial next to the emotional pain that you caused.  I hope you understand that."
        Kylie looked Lola in the eyes.  "I'm trying to understand that," she said, "but honesty, I can't imagine what it would feel like to be at the mercy of someone who was strong enough to overpower me effortlessly, the way I overpowered you.  I've never experienced those feeling, because I've always been stronger than everyone else in my life.  Maybe that's why I sometimes forget how powerful I am, and how easy it is for me to hurt other people.  That's something I need to work on, and I hope that I haven't damaged our relationship irreparably."
        Kylie was sounding more like herself every second as her apology changed into an accusation of trespassing, and then into boasting about her strength.  Allison was seated at Kylie's left, and took her left hand tenderly, electing a hateful glare from Lola.  "It was totally scary,"  Allison said.  "But we all forgive you.  It's so hard to be 13 years old.  So many new emotions.  It's a real rollercoaster."
        I didn't forgive Kylie.  Allison and Lola only suffered a few bruises, while I had a broken hand and missing teeth, all in spite of the fact that I hadn't done anything wrong.  Kylie had been pushing me around four the past 4 years, and it was going to take a lot more than some self-serving apology to make me forgive her for the years of beatings and humiliation.  I wanted to tell Kylie that I didn't accept her apology, but as I looked at her and saw her gigantic rock-hard muscles and her huge pillowy-soft breasts, I felt puny and ashamed.  So I hung my head as she continued talking.  "That's true.  It's also true that I'm a very passionate person." As Kylie spoke she stroked Lola's hand, and Lola blushed and giggled.  "So in order to help me manage my temper, I need to ask you all to do me a favor.  Please don't do anything to make me angry.  If you do, I'm worried that I might not be able to control myself."
        This was too much.  What had started off as an apology had now become an admonishment.  I was about to call Kylie out on her flagrant attempt at social manipulation, when Lola spoke.  "Of course not," she said.  "We only want to support you.  That's what love is all about."
        Allison nodded.  "Totally," she said.
        My face was burning with anger now.  I couldn't believe the sway that Kylie held on Allison and Lola.  It was as if they were hypnotized by her beauty, strength, confidence, and muscularity.   I felt an objection forming in my throat, but I was afraid to speak up.  I was squirming in my seat when Kylie turned to me.  "And Rick," she said, struggling with her words.  "I want to thank you."
        "Thank me?" I asked sheepishly.
        "Yes,"  Kylie said, taking a deep breath, as if she uncomfortable with the very idea of gratitude.  "Not only did you make me prettier by hitting me with that golf club, you also gave me a wakeup call."
        "A wakeup call?" I parroted.
        "Yes,"  Kylie continued.  "I spent seven years in gymnastics, I've been all state in 5 different sports, and I have black belts in seven martial disciplines.  I should have dodged that swing with ease.  But I've been pre-occupied with building strength and mass, and my speed and flexibility have suffered for it.  I really need to stop lifting and focus on pure athleticism, at least for a little while."
        "Are you sure you want to stop lifting the week before the World's Strongest Man competition?" I asked.  "Aren't you afraid you might lose?"
        The three girls looked at me silently for a moment.  Then they all burst into laughter.  "How could I lose, with muscles like these?" Kylie asked, flexing her massive double-headed biceps, her t-shirt splitting into shreds as her upper body swelled with muscular power, leaving her bare chested at the dining room table as Lola and Allison ogled her openly.
        "Thank you for that joke, Rick," Lola said.  "That really cut the tension."
        "As if Kylie could ever lose at anything,"  Allison chuckled as she wiped a tear from her eye.

        A week later, we were driving to the airport, to fly to Brazil and watch my 13 year old little sister compete in the World's Strongest Man competition.   I stared at Allison as she flicked through her phone.  She had been making steady gains in the gym, and although she had some impressive muscle definition on her shoulders and thighs, she looked more slender and curvaceous than ever in a tight blue dress that hugged every inch of her body.  My eyes went from her silky legs to her round butt to her tight tummy to her jutting breasts to her perfect face to her shining red hair, and I sighed.  There was no doubt in my mind that she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and that I was lucky that she allowed me to even be near her.  For better or worse, I was in love with her.
        And for the first time in months, it seemed like she was in love with me, too.  After being humiliated by Lola, and nearly killed by Kylie, she had gotten noticeably kinder.  When we held hands, her grip was tender as opposed to the controlling death grip that I was used to, and she hadn't so much as raised her voice at me, even when I was late to our appointments.  I wanted to ask her what she was feeling and why she had changed, but as she set down her phone and nuzzled her head into my shoulder, I decided not to push my luck.  "What were you watching?" I asked.
        "The male competitors are being total dicks about Kylie," she told me, handing me her phone.  "It's like the Mr. Olympia all over again.  I can't believe how nasty men get when they feel threatened by women.  Just look at this garbage."
        Allison clicked on a video where a man with a shaved head, a bushy beard, and trapezius muscles that came up to his ears was being interviewed by the sports network.  "I know damn sure that little girl's muscles ain't real,' he said.  "I don't know what kind of junk she put into her body to puff her up like that, but it ain't gonna help her move weight.  People can put oil in their muscles to look big if they want, but that don't mean nothing if their muscles are weak and soft.  And little girls can lift all the little girl weights they want, but that don't mean nothing if they're competing with grown men."
        "That's Bill Booker, he's acting tough because he's the world's strongest man,"  Allison said, as a smile spread across her face.  "We'll see how tough he is after he meets the world's strongest girl."

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[grbaclig]

I think the Mom is in part afraid of the daughter AND has extreme pride in her accomplishments, which helps explain her, "oh my daughter is destroying my son, ok, my son attacked my daughter? NO!".

It is clear that a lot of character's morals and sense of self are warped by Kylie's body, although it seems so far mainly females who are affected by her.

This is what I'm going for, although I haven't really developed the mom much, so it probably doesn't show in the story.

[caino]

this is a masterpiece...
please go on!!!
K+

[Mastron]

Gods no, 6 hours skip from last time? :*( So many unanswered questions!!

1) Did anyone try stop Kylie or did she stop on her own?
2) What happened immediately after the breast smother started and before Rick regained consciousness?
3) Who paid the hospital bills?

IMO, wish Rick summoned the courage to talk-back to his sister. And lay it down  "Sure, fck it, I know you can kill me like a freaking gnat any time you want. Maybe it would be better that way, cuz you're destroying my life. Look at Lola, she's a goddamn tank, no way I could've stop her. That bitch Allison.... hahaha, it's not question that I fear her more than you, it's that SHE HAS ENOUGH strength to force to do stuff I don't want to do. And btw, she's heads over heels about you, we can't even have sex now. So screw you!! Now go ahead and smoosh me between your forearm and bicep, I don't care anymore!!"

[Jeremy Lightning]

You know, I am a bit glad that this chapter went the way that it did, first of all, it showed a bit more personality of Kylie than she had ever shown before, and it showed that she is not completely evil and flawless, though I would say that I also like the reason that she decided to stop was that he made her realize that she was building her strength too much, which I think may be more than enough to win the WSM contest, but now she's going to concentrate on pure athleticism, which makes me wonder what else she would be able to do to show off her athleticism? I look forward to seeing it! k+!

[IBP]

  Excellent work Grbaclig. It's been a slow build, but Kylie is approaching Becky levels of hotness.

[phil123]

Great chapter. Now we see what happens to Bill Booker - the strongest man, but only second strong human on earth.

Will Allison become more muscular herself?

[spoonmaster]

I hope Allison sees how easily Kylie handles these strong men and challenges one of them herself.
  Really great story you have going here.

[grbaclig]

Part 2, Chapter 29

        Our hotel in Rio De Janeiro was amazing.  Not only was it luxurious, but it was full of warm sunlight, tropical plants, and beautiful women.  Allison and I were lying on the balcony, soaking up sun and napping off our jet lag.  Allison was still watching videos of the World's Strongest Man competition on her phone.  "Anything interesting?" I asked.
        "Pretty much all the press coverage is about Kylie,"  she said with a smile.  "It's actually kind of funny how angry the guys are getting.  Here, check out the stuff from today's feed."
        Allison held up a phone, which showed another interview with Bill Booker, looking visibly upset.  "you know what, I don't even think she is a little girl," he grumbled.  "I think she's just a short dude with a good plastic surgeon and an even better steroid dealer.  But non of that ain't gonna help when it's time to lift serious weight, and you have to pass a hundred drug tests beforehand."
        "Ugh, did you hear that?" Allison fumed.  "Girls Kylie's age are so sensitive, and the last thing they need is someone criticizing their appearance in front of the whole world."
        I laughed, and Allison glared at me.  "Kylie isn't sensitive," I snorted.  "Besides, she's hardly insecure about her appearance.  You've seen the way she struts around in those skimpy outfits.  She flexes her muscles and poses every chance she gets, even at the dinner table."
        "Yeah..."  Allison said with a faraway look in her eyes.  "God she totally does."
        Just then a text message popped up on my phone.  "It's Kylie," I said, disbelievingly.  "Kylie sent me a text.  She hasn't sent me a text in like 5 years."
        Allison hopped up in her seat like it was Christmas morning.  "What did she say?" she asked.
        "She's asking if we want to see the Royal Suite her sponsors got for her," I said.
   
        A few minutes later, Allison and I stepped off the elevator into the luxuriously appointed, window-lined suite of rooms that took up the entire top floor of the hotel.  In the center of the sun room, Kylie stood in a lacy white bra and panties with several pairs of shoes laid out before her.  "She's gotten bigger," Allison gasped.  "Rick she stopped lifting like a week ago, but she's still gotten bigger."
        It was hard to argue with her.  Bathed in sunlight from every direction, Kylie's body looked horrifyingly muscular.  Her waspishly thin abdomen was rippling with dozens of tiny muscles that framed her eight deeply gouged abdominal muscles, the sprawling wings of her lats above, and the jutting globes of her glutes below.  Her thighs were the size of tree trunks, with calves that popped out of her legs like rugby balls.  Her pectorals swelled up and out in every direction so that they completely covered her collarbones and jostled with her striated delts, and her biceps were as big and round as grapefruits even when relaxed.  On her right was Lola, holding a measuring tape, and on her left was a beautiful black woman, stylishly dressed sporting a pair of glasses, and with her hair up in afro puffs.  All around Kylie were sketch pads, measuring tapes, and swaths of fabric.  "This is Jasmine Jenkins," Kylie said.  "You probably know her from all the red carpet dresses that she makes for award shows."
        "OMG," Allison said.  "Jasmine Jenkins!  I absolutely loved the dress you made for Princess Honey.  You made her tits defy gravity, even though they're huge.  What are you doing here?"
        "Kylie has given me the honor of designing some dresses for her," Jasmine said giddily.
        "Every other designer I've ever talked to said I was too big to look glamorous," Kylie said.
        "That's not true.  They just lack the skill and vision to do it," Jasmine said.  "Kylie, your body has curves that no other woman can compare with, and for someone like me, that presents a great opportunity for artistic expression.  You're a perfect synthesis of power and femininity."
        "Yeah, I know," Kylie said.  "What were my measurements again?"
        "51-24-47," Jasmine recited.  "With an M Cup bust.  I'm imagining something very daring."
        "Daring is when grandmas show cleavage," Kylie scoffed.  "I want dresses that are scandalous.  I want dresses so sexy that they have to blur me out on TV.  I want give off so much feminine energy that men are afraid to look at me.  What's the point of having a body like this if you can't show it off?"
        "Let's hurry and finish your measurements, then," Jasmine said.  "So I can get started."
        "I'll help!" Allison said as she ran to Kylie, and grabbed a measuring tape which she played with giddily as Lola stretched her tape around Kylie's massive thigh. 
        "36 inches," Lola said, as Kylie smiled and the thick cables of muscles in quadricep began to contract.  "37 inches?" Lola gasped with disbelief.  "38?  Oh Kylie, your legs are so big and so pretty."
        Lola's lips trembled as she leaned over and kissed Kylie's vastus muscles, leaving ruby red lip prints on the teardrop-shaped hocks of muscle that bulged above Kylie's small knees.  "I'll measure your arms, Kylie!"  Allison said, hopping up and down excitedly.
        "That's probably not necessary," Jasmine said.  "It would be a crime to cover arms like Kylie's."
        "Do they even make sleeves big enough for arms like mine?" Kylie asked, as she curled her arms upward, and her gargantuan biceps erupted into mountains of perfectly tanned muscle.
        Allison threw herself at Kylie, and stretched the measuring tape around her bulging, quivering left arm.  "29 inches?" Allison sighed as she held the tape in front of her, staring in disbelief.  "Oh my God Kylie, your arms are bigger around than your waist.  And they're so hard.  So... hard."
        Allison began to run her hands up and down Kylie's arm, tracing her fingers along the muscle cuts as Kylie smiled smugly.  "Yeah, I know," Kylie said.  "You can stop groping me now."
        "I don't think I can," Allison laughed as she rubbed both her hands over the surface of the thick, double-headed boulder of Kylie's left bicep, her lips puckering and her knees trembling.
        "Here, let me help you," Lola said, slapping Allison so hard she fell to the ground.
        As Allison rubbed her reddening cheek, Kylie put her arm around Lola's waist and pulled her close, pecking her on the cheek.  "You didn't have to be so mean to Fleabites," she said. 
        "I don't like when other women touch you," Lola pouted, stroking Kylie's massive delts.
        "Can you blame them, though?" Kylie asked smugly as she examined her body in a nearby mirror, smiling contentedly at the way her lats, triceps, and delts swelled against one another.

        The sun was setting when the opening ceremonies began for the World's Strongest Man competition.  A huge section of the beach was marked off, and all the events were set up:  the giant dumbbell press, the Hercules Hold, and even the Anchor Stone.  But everyone was focused on a makeshift stage with chairs, massage tables, and water bottles where the competitors would wait between events.  Allison and I got front row seats as Kylie's guests.  "Are you with Kylie?" asked a beautiful Brazilian woman wearing a bikini top and sarong.
        "We totally are," Allison smiled.
        "I have a huge girl-crush on her," the Brazilian woman said.  "I hope she wins."
        "She's going to dominate," Allison said, and the two women giggled with glee.
        Then an announcer with a booming voice opened the ceremonies and began to introduce the competitors.  One by one the huge men filed out, thick and stout in baggy shorts and ti-shirts, and took their seats in a line in heavy duty folding chairs with nameplates on the back.  The chairs were identical except for Bill Booker's chair which was a large throne reserved for the defending champion that sat at the front of the line, and Kylie's chair which was a pink folding chair festooned with a big pink bow that sat at the very end of the line.   "And finally," the announcer said, "competing in her first WSM Competition, standing 5'3" and weighing 275 pounds at 13 years of age, Kylie O'Reilly."
        The women in the crowd cheering furiously, screaming and whistling, as Kylie strode out onto the stage.  The difference between Kylie and the other competitors could not have been more obvious.  Despite the red high heels she was wearing, she was a foot shorter than the men.  While they were all dark-haired and thick-featured like neanderthals, her blonde hair and angelic beauty were unmistakably feminine.  And while they were all stout and doughy like powerlifters, her body was lean and shredded like a bodybuilder.  And her lean, shredded body was fully displayed by the sequined American flag-patterned sling bikini that she wore on stage.
        Camera flashes filled the twilight air as Kylie hit one pose after another, showing off the rippling bulk of her gigantic muscles and the soft jiggle of her enormous breasts.  The men grumbled in frustration and tried to ignore Kylie's nearly naked adolescent body, even as the photographers and reporters flocked to her.  As she was interviewed, Kylie continued to flex her muscles.  She stroked her towering bicep as she answered a question about her academic future.  She turned her back to the crowd and flexed her deeply dimpled glutes as she answered a question about her diet.  She spread her lats, her tits nearly popping out of the sling bikini, as she answered a question about her wardrobe with a joke that made the assembled reporters erupt with laughter.
        Once again, it was all about her.

[grbaclig]

You know, I am a bit glad that this chapter went the way that it did, first of all, it showed a bit more personality of Kylie than she had ever shown before, and it showed that she is not completely evil and flawless, though I would say that I also like the reason that she decided to stop was that he made her realize that she was building her strength too much, which I think may be more than enough to win the WSM contest, but now she's going to concentrate on pure athleticism, which makes me wonder what else she would be able to do to show off her athleticism? I look forward to seeing it! k+!

Thanks Jeremy.  The violent confrontation in Kylie's room was supposed to be where long-simmering tensions boil over, changing the arc of all the main characters.  It feels like the story's about 2/3 over, so it's probably time for that. 

[Jeremy Lightning]

Haha, I should boo you for stopping before getting to the part that I wanted to see, but I guess you know what you're doing, as I am hooked and very much awaiting how this World's Strongest Man Contest goes for Kylie. My guess, not only does she win, she breaks every record in every event and makes it look easy! But even though I am anticipating that, it still will be awesome to actually read it, which I'm hoping will happen the next chapter. k+!

[Mastron]

the muscle cuts as Kylie smiled smugly.  "Yeah, I know," Kylie said.  "You can stop groping me now."

This part alone made me skip a beat... Only imagining how cute Kylie's face looks while surrounded by her monstrous muscles. It's awesome to see that Kylie keeps getting more muscular despite qutting strength-training, want to see her jacked like no other!

@Jeremy I did like previous chapter, but the timeskip really leaves a huge opportunity hole for me, like for instance... In my head I imagine Rick trapped in Kylie's breast smother, thrusting like a fish out of water, too insignificant to do anything (maybe even unintentionally aroused due to the "predicament"). After a few minutes of this, Kylie's clearly staring at her brother, and after a few minutes to cooldown realizes the damage she's causing/caused Rick... and as a cherry on top, Lola intervenes, realizing she can't physically stop Kylie, she simply appeals to her better side by fessing up that she acted childishly by stealing the earrings, and that she regrets causing the whole incident and begs Kylie to stop before any permanent brain damage due to asphyxiation...

As a reward for this noble behavior, Kylie has lesbian sex with all the girls assembled: Mom, Allison, and Lola. Outlasting the three of them in stamina!! Hahahaha

So... yeah, 6 hours leaves a huge chunk of time for so many things to happen!!

[grbaclig]

Part 2, Chapter 30

        The World's Strongest Man competition started at 9 AM the next morning, and Allison and I had front-row seats.  There were thousands of people gathered on the beach to watch, and we began to cheer as the competitors walked out to take their seats on the makeshift stage. 
        The men were dressed the same as they were the night before, in t-shirts and shorts, but they now wore weightlifting belts around their girthy midsections.  Kylie had chosen to wear pink soccer shorts and a pink t-shirt, an outfit that was was more practical than her spangly sling bikini, but still quite revealing.  The t-shirt was as tight as spandex, showcasing the muscles of her back and shoulders, as well as the shape of her gigantic boobs and the of imprint of her nipples.  It was also stretched to its limit by her massive torso, revealing a few inches of her abs, which were plainly visible since Kylie wasn't wearing a weightlifting belt.  The shorts would have been modest on any other woman, but struggled to contain the massive orbs of Kylie's buttocks and her monstrously thick thighs. 
        As the competition began with fanfare and applause, it was plain to see that all the reporters and photographers were focused on Kylie.  Her tanned skin, perfectly coiffed blonde hair, bare feet, and confident smile made her stand out from the scowling drably attired men in tennis shoes that sat on the stage with her.  And of course there were her muscles.  Even from a distance, it was plain to see that my 13 year old kid sister was more muscular than any of the strongmen she was competing with.  Kylie's hulking body was bulging with muscles that dwarfed her fellow competitors, despite the fact they were carrying lots of extra body fat, while she was lean and ripped.
        The first event was the giant dumbbell press.  Two circles were marked off in the sand with black paint, and sitting at the center of each circle was a 210 pound dumbbell.  Two competitors would face off, one in each circle, to see who could raise the dumbbell from the ground to their shoulder, then press it overhead as many times as they could in 60 seconds.  Most of them were able to complete 7 or 8 presses before time expired, but Bill Booker was able to do 12, which was 1 more than the current world record of 11.  On his way back to the stage, he passed Kylie, who was preparing for her turn at the dumbbell press.  "I hope those fake muscles of yours don't deflate when you try to lift grown man weight," he said. 
        Kylie rolled her eyes and tossed her hair as she turned her back on Bill, and walked to her circle in the sand.  Kylie was competing against a huge Icelandic man named Magnus, who smiled at her as she approached.  "Little girl, you should really wear a weightlifting belt," he said warmly.
        "My name isn't 'little girl', it's Kylie O'Reilly," Kylie sneered in response.  "And weightlifting belts are for weaklings with flabby guts and no core strength.  Weaklings like you."
        And then the horn sounded.  As Magnus struggled to heft his dumbbell up to waist, Kylie plucked her dumbbell from the sand with her right hand, thrust it overhead and dropped it back into the sand, completing her first rep.  As Magnus struggled to raise his dumbbell to his shoulder, Kylie plucked her dumbbell from the sand with her left hand, thrust it overhead and dropped it back into the sand, completing her second rep.  As Magnus struggled to press his dumbbell overhead, Kylie plucked her dumbbell from the sand with her right hand, thrust it overhead and dropped it back into the sand, completing her third rep.  As Magnus trembled beneath the weight of his dumbbell before letting it drop, Kylie plucked her dumbbell from the sand with her left hand, thrust it overhead and dropped it back into the sand, completing her fourth rep.  The crowd chattered with excitement and disbelief as, rep after rep, Kylie effortlessly pressed the oversized 210 pound dumbbell into the air.  When the horn sounded to end the event, Magnus had completed 6 reps.  Kylie had completed 24, doubling the world record that Bill Booker had just set a minute earlier.  As Kylie raised her arms overhead, the sleeves of her t-shirt began to split around the swelling of her massive shoulders, showing glimpses of her triple-headed, volleyball-sized delts.
        The crowd cheered, and as Kylie walked back to her pink folding chair on the stage, she stopped in front of Bill Booker's throne.  "I guess I didn't have to worry about my muscles deflating," she said.  "In fact, it looks like they're actually getting pumped, just by lifting that tiny dumbbell.  See?"
        And with that Kylie raised her arms in a double biceps pose that made the crowd jabber with excitement.  She smiled haughtily as the sleeves of her t-shirt were torn to shreds by the swelling mass of her throbbing, muscular arms.  As Bill Booker gawked in disbelief at my little sister's 29 inch biceps, she pumped her arms again, holding her right arm directly in front of his face as it  contracted into a sculpted peak of muscle so large it completely concealed his face from the camera, making him anonymous on the jumbotron as she continued to flex for the adoring crowd.  I sighed empathetically at Bill's plight.  In just a few seconds, Kylie had upstaged him completely.  He may have been the reigning champion, but she was the star.  Once again, it was all about her. 
        The judges and competitors were just as startled by Kylie's performance as the crowd had been, and uncertainty hung in the air as the competitors approached the 'Hercules Hold' event.  In this event, the competitors would stand on a platform in between two 350 pound pillars, which were weighted to fall away to either side.  The competitors held onto chains that wrapped around the pillars, and try to keep the pillars from falling over for as long as possible. 
        The first competitor was Bill Booker, who stood tall with his massive arms outstretched, holding the pillars upright for 90 seconds until finally his shoulders and hands began to shake, and he let them fall to the ground.  The other competitors held the pillars up about as long, but the crowd never cheered very loudly.  Their focus rarely left the little girl with the big muscles who sat on deck with the other competitors, her feet dangling off a pink folding chair, a look of casual confidence on her face.
        Once again, Kylie went last.  The stagehands scrambled to find a small podium that Kylie could stand on, so that she could reach the chains.  Kylie waited patiently, giving the audience a show as she lifted up her shirt to examine her Olympia-winning abs.  As soon as the podium was ready, Kylie stopped her exhibition, then stepped up to the event and took the chains in her little girly hands.  The judges looked uncertain as they pulled the safety blocks away from the pillars, allowing them to fall. 
        But they didn't fall.  They didn't move an inch.  Kylie's shoulders and arms bulged with muscle as veins and striations appeared on her tanned young skin, but her body was still and untroubled, as was her beautiful young face.  At least, until the clock passed 120 seconds.   
        Then Kylie's upper body began to tremble with tension.  Her lats spread like wings, her back flared to nearly three feet wide, and her abs contracted into bricks of muscle.  Then she began to pull the pillars toward her.   The crowd gasped in amazement.  The strongest men in the world could barely manage to keep the pillars from falling immediately to the ground, but the strongest middle school girl in the world could not only keep them from falling down, she could pull them up again. 
        And she wasn't done.  With a high-pitched girly grunt, Kylie curled her massive arms, and the pillars tore loose from their moorings, collapsing into one another and forming an arch above her.  The crowd chattered in amazement, Kylie dropped the chains and walked off the stage.  "Technically, the clock should still be running because the pillars haven't touched the ground yet" she said to the judges.  "But you can stop it now if you want.  I'm going to dominate no matter what."
        It was hard to argue with her.  The scoreboard showed the times for the event.  Bill Booker came in second with 91 seconds, and my 13 year old sister won with 194 seconds. 
        Bill Booker was standing in the on-deck circle for the next event as Kylie walked back to the chairs.  But she wasn't walking to him.  She was walking to his throne, and he was simply in the way.  Despite the fear on his face, Bill's ego forced him to stand his ground, at least until Kylie slammed her shoulder into his chest, knocking him to the ground like a toy.  "Thanks for keeping my throne warm for me, wimp," Kylie said as she sat down, and tore the name plate from the throne with her little fingers.
        The judges declared a break while they cleaned up the ruined 'Hercules Hold' event, and reporters flooded the on-deck area to interview Kylie.  Bill Booker slumped to the folding chair with the pink bow at the end of line that the judges had prepared for Kylie, while she stretched out on his throne, pointing her toes to show off her dramatically curvy, terrifyingly muscular legs.
        "Kylie!" a reporter with a white beard called out.  "Just how strong are you?"
        "That's an imprecise and poorly worded question," Kylie scoffed, "so I'll give you an imprecise and poorly worded answer.  I'm Stronger than anyone else. Way stronger."
        "Kylie!" a reporter in a short skirt called.  "Is there anything you want to tell the little girls out there that idolize you, and want to be as strong as you are one day?"
        "Yes," Kylie said as the judges signaled that the next even was ready.  "I want to tell them that they'll never be as strong as me, but they should lift heavy anyway, because it's fun to dominate men."
        The reporters laughed as they dispersed, but I didn't.  I knew that Kylie wasn't joking.  She loved nothing more than to dominate.  And that's exactly what she was doing.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Oh man, I was waiting and waiting to see this chapter come out and it was well worth the wait, as I thoroughly enjoyed what I read here, and yes, it was pretty much what I predicted, Kylie dominating, breaking records, showing off that she was effortlessly better than anyone else there, I very much look forward to seeing more events, and more of Kylie simply overshadowing all these huge guys by effortlessly dominating the events and showing that her young muscles are far stronger and more efficient than their muscles ever will  be. k+!

[Mastron]

Ohhh shiiii.... The sublimity!!

Next chapter Kylie serves us a crash course of mashed Bill Booker and a can of whoop ass??

Where do I "book" to see this event, if you catch my drift?

 

Rumble time. Amazonian teen goddess vs raggedy ass weakling.