One Pinch Girl

[ame3cv62]

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[wissen]

I really love this kind of misunderstanding in the story

[peters1967]

I love the story 

[wowser1016]

Good work! Write the story anyway you wish, I am going to happily read it. K+!

[giantgirl7foot2]

Longest chapter of something I've ever written in one go.



"Very funny, you little shit!" Erik yelled at his wall. It was actually meant for the person behind this wall, his little sister. He'd just arrived home after an evening of gaming at a friend's house and was ready to start his workout. Bench presses, his favorite. Without thinking, he lifted the barbell from the floor from yesterday's bicep workout. At least, that was the plan. When he tried to stand up, the bar didn't move an inch. "What the—" he started thinking, until he saw that someone had added all plates to it. Emma must have found the bar and added them as a prank. "Never come into my room again, stupid brat!" he yelled at his wall.

He was completely unaware that in a few minutes, his life would change forever.

Emma was very well aware that in a few minutes, her life would change forever. "Crap!" she thought at first as she heard her brother yell. She'd forgotten to remove the plates from the bar. Six months had passed since she'd started training. Four and a half months had passed since she last stepped into her brother's room and saw his weights. For four and a half months, every single night, she'd trained until exhaustion. Finally, the time had come to confront her brother.

About an hour earlier, she'd been curious about his progress. She'd been a little nervous when she entered his room, afraid for what she'd find. She immediately spotted the same barbell laying on the floor. It had fewer plates attached to it, however. Emma counted the numbers on the small plates and the bar. It was twenty pounds. She didn't remember how much it was last time. She tried lifting the bar with two hands, it was light as a feather. Removing one hand, she easily curled it a few times. A sense of relief washed over her. Either her brother was doing really weird exercises, or she was much, much stronger than him.

Empowered by that thought, Emma wanted to know how strong she was. She added some plates to the bar and curled it again. Each time when it was too easy, she added a few plates. After a few iterations, when she was almost at her maximum, she didn't find any more plates. If she counted correctly, the numbers on the plate and the bar together added up to one hundred. One hundred pounds. She had no idea how impressive it was for anyone to curl that weight, let alone an eight-and-a-half-year-old girl. Lifting all the weights her brother had made her feel strong. Emma continued to curl the bar up and down for twelve repetitions. 

She could have done more, but Emma got caught off guard by the sound of fabric being torn. Her pumped up muscles had ripped through her shirt. That was a first, but it wouldn't be the last. Emma felt awesome. Lifting her brother's heaviest weight had made her muscles too big for her clothes. She started to put the weight back on the floor. As she bent forward, she heard more fabric being torn. Her shirt had started ripping on the back. "Stupid uniform," Emma thought as she hurried back to her room. The uniform wasn't stretchy. It wasn't made for girls with big muscles. After six months of intense training, Emma had big fucking muscles.

She hadn't intended to, but for the first time, she was about to show someone her big muscles. After getting back to her room and tearing the remains of the shirt from her body, she'd immediately started training. Forty-five minutes later, when her brother yelled at her through the wall, the young girl was pumped. Pumped and angry. Angry at her brother. Angry at him for constantly calling her names. Angry for all those years of never playing with her. Angry for never letting her watch tv. Angry for the past months of completely ignoring her and mom. "Enough is enough," she thought as she threw some baggy clothes over her sweaty body. 

Erik hadn't expected his sister to react to his taunts. He definitely hadn't expected her to barge into his room like that. He definitely hadn't expected her to walk up to him. She definitely looked bigger than before. Also, her hair was wet, was she sweating? Was the fat little girl tired from just walking from her room to his?

"GET UP!" she shouted. Erik flinched. Her commanding voice had caught him by surprise. The young man quickly tried to regain his composure. "Who do you think you are, barging in like this? Get out! Before your fat, little girl sweat is all over my room!" he shot back. In the process, he had started to stand up. Looking down at her would be even more imposing. 

Emma had expected for him to yell something back. She was ready for it. What she was not ready for, was her older brother standing up and looking up at her. Neither of them was. They both quickly glanced to the ground and back up. They were both standing up straight. Eric was looking up about an inch to meet his little sister's eyes. This couldn't be happening.

Emma looked up and down at her brother. He was wearing a tank top and shorts, clearly ready to workout. Standing in front of him, looking slightly down at him, he looked... weak. His arms and legs had barely any muscles to them. His narrow shoulders were barely wider than his waist. For a sixteen-year-old boy, Erik was small. Compared to Emma, however, he was downright puny. A devilish smile crept across the preteen girl's face. Slowly, she removed her baggy clothes.

Erik was humiliated and scared. He had never felt so tiny in his entire life. Not only was his eight-years younger sister an inch taller than him, she also had muscles. Big, sweaty muscles. A few seconds ago, she'd started smiling. Slowly, she had taken off her baggy clothes. She wasn't fat, she was muscular. Right in front of him stood the most muscular girl he'd ever seen. His younger sister, of all people, was the most muscular girl he'd ever seen.

"I took punchy's advice," she said, "until that became too easy. As I grew stronger, I needed more and more exercises." Slowly, Emma extended her arm and flexed her bicep. Her arm erupted into a hulking mass of muscle. It looked to be about the same circumference as a CD. "Let me see your arm muscles!" Emma commanded, giggling as she pronounced the word "muscle".

Erik obliged, but there was hardly any muscle. His sister's arms were twice as tall and much, much thicker. Her bicep alone looked to be as big as an apple. She flexed and unflexed a few times. A thick vein, almost as thick as a pencil, started slithering across that ball of muscle. Rock hard, sweaty muscle.  After what felt like an eternity, he managed to pry his eyes away from his sister's arm. The rest of her body was equally impressive. Her whole body was covered in pumped up, sweaty muscles. She had long surpassed looking like a gymnast or fitness model, Emma looked like a bodybuilder. Every inch of her body was covered in muscles. Erik was completely speechless.

Emma intently looked at her brother. His eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. Whatever part of her body he was looking at, she flexed. When his eyes went down, she wiggled her leg. A hulking mass of quadricep wobbled along. As she finally flexed and mounds of rock-hard muscle erupted from her leg, Erik audibly gasped. She made her abs ripple and flexed her pecs into slabs of rock-hard muscle. Finally, she flexed her lats and made herself as wide as possible. Her lats flared out like wings. Her shoulders were twice the width of her waist. She was much, much wider than her older brother.

Emma had realized for the past few months that she was getting big. She knew that she was strong. Compared to her brother, however, she felt absolutely massive. His body was thin and weak, hers was muscular and strong. She could see fear in his eyes as they scoured her body. He hadn't said a word, but he didn't need to. No words were needed to confirm that she was the physically superior sibling. Emma smiled. It's not that her life wasn't great, but it was about to become even better.

For now, there was only one thing left to do. She flexed her right arm and the thick ball of muscle sprang back to life. "Feel it," was her simple command. His shivering left hand slowly made its way to the bulging muscle. It felt warm, wet and incredibly hard. He wasn't able to completely encompass the ball of muscle. He tried budging it, to no avail. His right hand joined as well, but he still wasn't able to fully encompass her arm, let alone budge her muscles.

"This can't be real," Erik thought, "this has to be a dream of some sorts." Ten minutes later, he woke up.

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[giantgirl7foot2]

Erik opened his eyes and saw a small smudge of vomit on the floor next to him. There was also pain, a lot of pain. His hands were still clenching his stomach, the source of most of his pain. He didn't dare to look, but did so anyway. A blackish-purple bruise had manifested right below his ribs. It had not been a dream.

Ten minutes earlier, he had been feeling the thickest and hardest bicep that he had ever felt in his life. That same bicep had suddenly withdrawn. Before he had been able to react, his younger sister had punched him square in the stomach. His younger sister with the big muscles. Big, hard, and apparently very strong muscles.

Her fist had easily ploughed right through his upper abs. He felt his stomach compress on the impact of her blow. The air was pushed out of his weak body has he folded around her fist. Emma withdrew her hand. Erik collapsed to the ground. A bit of vomit escaped from his mouth. He was out cold.

Emma looked down at her older brother. She had done it. A single punch of her muscular, young body had completely crushed her older brother. Her big muscles had defeated the much older, but much weaker boy. He had even thrown up, yuck. Not noticing that he wasn't moving at all, Emma walked out of his room. No longer would he terrorize her. No longer would he act like the boss. But she wasn't done.

She was still going to get back at him for those previous years. She would continue to use her muscles to get back at him. Just not with punches. It had felt great, that's for sure, but she wasn't completely satisfied. It wasn't what she had hoped. A punch had just been too easy. He probably was in some pain, but it wasn't pain that she wanted from him. She didn't just want him to be scared of another punch. She wanted him to be scared of her. 

First, she was going to stop wearing baggy clothes around the house. Emma was proud of her muscles. She wanted to remind Erik of her muscles as much as possible. She wanted to remind him how big the muscles of his younger sister were.

Second, those big muscles still needed to get bigger. When she had left Erik's room, she had taken his weights with her. Weak boys don't need weights, strong girls do. Strong could that would use them to become even stronger. A whole lot stronger.

[ame3cv62]

Please continue, wow

[thebaron]

 

[ame3cv62]

Omg i love this story

[wowser1016]

Always love this storyline. Looking good! K+!