One Pinch Girl

[zyxww]

Age is excessive, but the story is AMAZING.

[zyxww]

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[Lupus753]

I love how supportive Evelyn is.

[jumpy999]

Grow, Emma, grow. Loving this one so far 

[giantgirl7foot2]

Just don't know where to stop lately. Next chapter will be shorter (but I have some interesting idea for something that I want to try).



As she continued to vigorously train every evening, becoming stronger every week, Emma was easy on her little nerds. They served her well, with mom providing loads of protein-packed food and Erik taking care of her chores. So pleased was the young girl with her brother, that she didn't even notice how little she saw him.

Erik was like a ghost, only leaving the safety of his bedroom to do a chore. They rarely even ate together. He knew that his sister was getting bigger and stronger every day, but at least like this, he wasn't confronted by it, confronted by his own inferiority to the young girl. He'd quickly do her chores when she was in her room and rush back to his, continuing to play his games. His room was his safe space.

Evelyn, on the other hand, swooned over her daughter, always making sure the young girl didn't lack anything. She was very disappointed, however, that about a week after the revelation, Emma had started wearing baggy clothes again.

Emma had enjoyed the reaction when her brother and mother had seen her new body. Both had been shocked. Her brother had been scared. Her mother had admired her. Emma wanted both of them to both fear and admire her big muscles. It was going to be a surprise. She'd start wearing baggy clothes again. The next time either of them would see her body, they'd immediately fear and admire it. Both of them.

The baggy clothing didn't stop Evelyn from obsessing over her mesomorph daughter. She'd follow Emma throughout the house, asking whether she needed anything. At first, Emma liked the attention. She thought her mother was just trying to be nice. After about a month, however, the constant questions had started to get a little bit annoying. "Can I do something for you, darling? Do you need anything, darling? What's with the baggy clothes, darling?"

As Emma grew bigger and stronger, she slowly became more aggressive. She didn't think of her muscles as big, she thought of them as fucking big. She was fucking strong. It was partly due to her mesomorph genes, but mostly because of watching more and more videos. Videos with strong language. Videos of big jocks—both male and female—beating up smaller people. Videos of bullying. Emma was spending a lot of time on parts of the internet that no eight-year-old should visit. But nobody was stopping her.

"JUST SHUT UP, MOM!" Emma bellowed at her little mother as she turned around. "Stop with the fucking questions!  I'll ask—no, I'll tell—you when I want something. Otherwise, just stay fucking put!"

Shouting at her mother had made Emma aggressive. The little nerd had it coming. She stormed into her room, grabbed the nearest dumbbell and started pumping, pumping and pumping. Emma channeled her aggression directly into her workout. She barely realized it herself, but she was doing more repetitions with heavier weight. It took two hours of intensely pumping iron to calm the young girl down a little.

Emma threw on a tracksuit to cover up her pumped-up body. It was immediately drenched in sweat. When she walked out of her room, her mother was still standing in the exact same spot as two hours earlier. She had told her mother to stay put, and the little nerd had actually stayed in the same spot for two hours.

Emma felt an entirely new level of power. This wasn't just asking her mother to buy more food, or telling her brother to do her chores. It had just been a command for the sake of commanding. Emma had seen videos about people being commanded other people. It was called domination. Sometimes it was fake. Emma could tell because the woman giving commands looked small and weak. But not Emma. She was big and strong. Emma had dominated her mother for real.

Evelyn was not a stupid woman. She was actually rather cunning. Evelyn had noticed how Emma had enjoyed lifting her over her head and pumping her up and down, but had loved slamming her down on the table. Herself, Emma didn't know why she had shuddered after doing that—but her mother knew. Her mother knew that her mesomorph genes would make her more prone to be more aggressive, more arrogant. It was her body's natural way of reminding her that she was superior to weak people. 

Evelyn wanted to unlock the full mesomorph potential of her daughter. The girl was made to dominate. Her daughter, her little girl, would dominate everyone. Evelyn had looked up some videos with words that she didn't think Emma would know—such as "female bodybuilder" and "domination". The algorithm would make sure that videos of muscular women dominating weaker people would be suggested. She'd subtly started to become more and more intruding in following Emma around and asking her more questions, knowingly becoming more and more annoying. She knew the mesomorph genes would kick in. She knew that the young mesomorph would soon snap.

When Emma finally did snap and yelled at her mother, Evelyn made sure to follow her daughter's commands to the letter. Hearing "stay put" was almost too good to be true. She stayed put for two whole hours, listening intently to the sound of heavy pieces of metal being thrown around. Newer, heavier pieces of metal that she'd secretly and gradually planted there. Emma might have been a big, muscular stud. She might have had bigger and stronger muscles than any man Evelyn had ever met. But she was also still an eight-year-old girl. She didn't count weight or bother with records. She just took the heaviest piece of metal that she could and started lifting it up and down until she couldn't anymore.

When Emma finally came out of her room, Evelyn was disappointed to see that she was wearing a sweat-covered tracksuit. She hadn't figured out how to get her daughter to stop wearing baggy clothes.

Emma stopped right in front of her mother. She was now four inches taller than the small woman and felt twice as wide. Her mother looked weak, so fucking weak. Looking down on the tiny woman stirred up a strange feeling. She felt aggressive. Emma extended her arms to her sides and slowly wrapped them around her mother, like a hug. A constrictive hug. As she tightened her big arms more tightly around her mother, she could feel how weak the woman was. Her strong, bulging muscles easily overpowered the weak body in her embrace. As she flexed her arms, she could feel the hard muscles in her upper arms easily compressing her mother's soft body. She felt how the hard muscles on her chest didn't budge even the slightest as the soft body of her mother was pressed against them. She thought about how easy it would be to squeeze harder, to destroy this weak body.

She didn't, of course. As her mother started emitting high-pitched, squeaking noises, Emma relaxed her arms. It had been more of a show of force, rather than an actual threat. Her mother was gasping for breath. God, it felt good to use her big muscles on a person again. She was such a stud, a big stud with big muscles. Big muscles that she could use to dominate weak nerds. Emma loved using her muscles to dominate weak nerds. She looked forward to having even bigger muscles.

"Food, mom."

[SilkWords]

Wow... just wow 😲

[jumpy999]

Bring on the domination 

[ame3cv62]

This is looking good,cant wait till she uses her muscles on some grown men

[mattrius]

Can't wait to see her get even bigger!

[zyxww]

Again, amazing. Her dominating attitude is lovely.

[jhunter]

Nice progression, looking forward to escalation.

[phil123]

Will she show her strenght?

[giantgirl7foot2]

Started writing and had a hard time stopping.



For the first time in a long time, Emma had a friend over. Mary was an average girl in all senses of the word. She was of average height, build and intelligence. Average height meant that the top of her head didn't reach Emma's shoulders. Average built meant that she was about half as wide as Emma. Average intelligence meant that she hadn't noticed anything special about friend, except for her height and stature. She had no idea what Emma looked like beneath her baggy clothes and she had never even wondered.

Mary was a polite girl and had addressed Evelyn with "ma'am" as she entered the house. She hadn't noticed that the mother of her friend was a small woman. Partly because the woman was still almost a head taller than herself, partly her own parents weren't too physically impressive, but mostly because she just didn't pay that much attention to people's heights. That was perhaps one of the reasons why she was one of Emma's only friends—most other kids called the tall girl a "big freak".

Emma knew that she was a whole lot stronger than the kids who called her names. She could easily beat them all up with a single punch. She could lift them over her head and throw them. She could crush them. The thought had crossed her mind and maybe at some point she still would. But for now, she found it easier to just ignore them. She didn't care about those stupid kids. She had Mary; Mary was her friend. She wouldn't beat up Mary.

The girls were in the living room, talking about girl stuff, while some silly cartoon played in the background.

"Do you think we can have something to eat?" asked Mary. 

Emma giggled for a few second and turned her head towards the kitchen. "Mom, get us some snacks! Oh, and some drinks, too!"

"Right away, dear!" came a faint voice from the kitchen. 

Mary stared at her friend in disbelief. Emma hadn't asked her mother for snacks; she had told her. She had commanded her mother. Mary was even more amazed when Evelyn emerged from the kitchen with a whole assortment of snacks and drinks. Everything was there. "Thank you, ma'am, it looks incredible!" spoke in amazement.

"Oh, that's nothing," replied Emma before her mother could say anything, "now leave us alone, mom."

Mary was now completely astonished. Emma had taken credit for the snacks and then simply dismissed her mother. "How... how did you do that? Does your mother always listen to you?"

"Yeah, yeah she does," Emma smugly replied as she stuffed her mouth with chicken nuggets, "because I'm the boss."

"What do you mean, you're the boss?" Mary asked in confusion, "isn't your mother supposed to be the boss?"

"Nope, I'm the boss!" Emma excitedly continued, "she does everything I say, like really everything! It's really cool, let me show you!" Without a word, she threw a chicken nugget on the floor. "Mom, I spilled some food!" she yelled.

A few seconds later, the small woman sped out of the kitchen again. Emma sat on the couch and amusedly watched her mother searching for the spilled snack. After finding it and picking it up, Evelyn started to head back for the kitchen to throw it out.

"Not so fast, mom," Emma interrupted her, "you're not going to throw that away, right? That would be a waste."

Evelyn stopped and turned around. "Sorry, darling, I thought you wouldn't want it because there's some dirt on there."

"I don't want it, mom," the young girl replied, "you eat it."

"Emma, there's dirt on he—"

"Eat it!" the young girl sternly said.

The baggy sweater started to fill out a little. Evelyn could see that her daughter was flexing. She hadn't seen how big Emma had gotten, but she had clearly gotten bigger. Her daughter was such a stud. Slowly, Evelyn put the dirty chicken nugget in her mouth. She tried not to grimace as she felt the sand grinding her teeth. "There," she said as she'd finished the sandy chicken nugget, "all done."

All this time, Mary watched the events that unfolded and was completely dumbfounded. Her friend had just made her mother come from the kitchen to pick up and eat a chicken nugget that she'd thrown on the floor. It was unbelievable how her mother had just obeyed her commands. It was also really, really cool, indeed. She'd never seen anything like this. "Wha... what... what else can you make her do?"

"Well, anything, really!"

"What about licking the floor?" Mary asked. Emma wasn't going to really let her mother lick the floor, right?

"Sure thing!" she enthusiastically replied. "Mom, come back here!"

"Wait, Emma, you don't really have to—" Mary still tried to stop her friend. But it was too late.

"Mom, the floor is still a bit dirty where the chicken nugget was," Emma said with a grin, "why don't you lick it up?"

Evelyn knew better than to disobey—if she had wanted to, but she didn't. She loved it when her daughter commanded her. She had heard Mary and couldn't have hoped for more. The thought of Emma showing her dominance in front of others excited Evelyn. Submissively, she got on her knees and started licking as the two girls looked down on her.

"Mom, why am I the boss?" Emma asked after watching her mother lick the floor for a good minute.

Evelyn answered almost robotically. "Because you are a lot bigger and stronger than me. Because you have big, strong muscles and I don't. Because you are a jock and I am a nerd. Because you can beat me up. Because you can crush me."

Emma pointed to the floor. "Lay down."

Mary was only getting more and more confused. What is a jock? What was Emma's mother saying about muscles? Does Emma have muscles, like real muscles? What did she mean by "crushing her"? What is Emma up to right now? She wanted to ask a lot of questions, but wasn't able to formulate any of them. Mary was completely speechless.

Evelyn laid down on the floor in front of her daughter, face down. She had a faint idea of what was about to happen and tried her best to hide her excitement.

Emma grabbed her mother's collar with one hand and her belt with the other. In a slow and controlled motion, the young girl started lifting her mother in the air. Emma performed a few barbell curls with her mother as weight. Her movements were slow and controlled, demonstrating her strength. After twenty repetitions, she switched to military presses, lifting her mother up and down over her head for another twenty repetitions. Without the need to say a word, without needing to show her body, she was showing Mary why she was the boss.

Mary did not believe her own eyes. Emma was lifting her mother like a doll.  How strong was this girl? Mary had many, many questions. At this point, she was sure about two things. First, whatever she looked like under those baggy clothes; Emma was strong, incredibly strong. Second, this was really, really cool. This adult woman was like a doll to her friend. Mary was completely enthralled by her super strong friend. After watching Emma barely breaking a sweat after doing exercises with her mother, she managed to mumble some more words. "C... can... can you t... throw her?"

Emma quizzically looked at her friend. She realized that Mary hadn't talked for quite some time now, and now the girl was asking if she could throw her mother. "Let's see," she said. She stood up, holding her mother over her head, and walked to the other side of the room. Seconds later, her mother was flying through the living room. It had been a lot easier than she would have expected. Her mom was really light for her strong muscles. The small woman landed on the couch and bounced off. "So close!" Emma exclaimed. She walked over to her mother, grabbed her collar and belt, hoisted her over her head and walked to the other side of the room again. This was fun. 

Mary was amazed at how easily Emma was throwing her mother around the room. Emma's mother didn't even seem to care. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying it.

For the next hour, the two girls continued to come up with things that Emma could do with her mother or could make her mother do. Instead of playing with dolls, they were playing with Evelyn. She was thrown around the room, was made to stand in the corner and used as a foot stool. She brought them more snacks and drinks. She cleaned up whatever they spilled. 

Evelyn greatly enjoyed the attention from her mesomorph daughter. Being used as a rag doll by her mesomorph stud of a daughter made her feel giddy. It was getting harder to hide—she hoped the girls wouldn't notice.

At last, it was time for Mary to go home. This had been the most amazing afternoon ever. Emma is incredible. Watching the girl command her mother and literally throw her around was so much fun, way better than playing with dolls. The last half hour, she'd started being more talkative, giving Emma more and more suggestions, which her muscular friend gladly executed. She wasn't doing anything herself, but she had never felt this level of control over someone.

"You could probably beat my parents up too," said Mary as she was preparing to leave.

"Maybe," Emma said, "if they are also small and weak, like my mom." She thought of the idea. It would be awesome if she was stronger than other adults, not just her tiny mother. It would be fun to dominate another family, not just her mother and brother. She thought about the weak kids in her class and wondered whether they all had weak families. Compared to her, they probably did. Her muscles were really big and strong. She could feel how her muscles were pumped up from throwing her mother around. She was such a stud.

Both Evelyn and Mary were slightly disappointed that they hadn't seen Emma's body. They had seen the sleeve of her sweater stretch against her flexed biceps as she curled Evelyn. They'd seen her back and shoulders stretching the sweater as the lifted her mother over her head and threw her. But they hadn't seen what was below the sweater, they hadn't seen the beefy muscles responsible for these stretches.

By the time Mary was back home, still slightly shocked at the amazing displays of strength and confidence by her friend, Emma was already back in her room. Her mother had been fun to lift, but it was time to lift real weights. Heavy weights that would make her young muscles even bigger. She had seen her mother and her friend glance at her muscles. Even without seeing them, they had admired her big muscles.

Emma liked it when people admired her big muscles. She could hardly wait to show people her big muscles. But first, they needed to be even bigger, they needed to be really massive. She wanted to know for sure that she was the biggest and strongest jock around. She wanted to know that she could dominate everybody. She would make sure that everybody knew that she was not just stronger, but that she could dominate them. She wanted people to fear her big muscles, like her brother had feared them after she destroyed him with one punch. She liked it when people feared her big muscles, knowing that she could beat them up.

"I'm going to make punchy guy seem like a tiny nerd compared to her big girl muscles," Emma thought as she performed her next repetition. She was doing bicep curls, which was her favorite exercise. The young girl had noticed how people usually flexed their arm muscles to show how strong they were. She wanted the biggest arms, to show people that she was the strongest. Emma didn't know that she was curling about eighty pounds, and that that was a lot. After twelve repetitions, she switched arms.



No, folks, Mary is not going to start lifting.

[jumpy999]

Awesome stuff! Can't wait until Emma decides to show off her body and I love the idea of her dominating Mary's family. Would love to see her bragging about her muscles and making everyone around her feel insignificant. Keep up the great work, man. 

[Maestro]

Love the story! Well written.

[zyxww]

AMAZING, simply amazing!