One Pinch Girl

[Scott2920]

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[giantgirl7foot2]

Bit shorter again. Still, enjoy!



*BLAM*

Erik turned around in shock. His door hadn't just opened, it had slammed open. His worst fear was about to become reality. His safe space would no longer be a safe space.

Emma saw the color drain away from her brother's face. For the last year, her life had been great. It was about to become awesome.

"Didn't you forget something, you little turd?!" she angrily shouted at her brother

They hadn't had a lot of contact the last year. Erik had been a ghost, trying to evade his much younger sister as much as possible. He'd cleaned up the messes that she made and did her chores. He also fearfully listened to the clanking of iron coming from her room, every single day. He hadn't taken a proper look at her for a long time. "Crap," Erik thought, "it's her birthday today."

Before he was able to react, the angry birthday girl had stomped over to him, grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him to the ground. He couldn't believe the force with which he was pulled from his chair belonged to a nine-year-old girl. Then again, he hadn't had a proper look at this nine-year-old girl.

Standing over him and looking down at him stood a mountain of muscles. Emma was big. Really big. Huge, pulsating muscles covered her young body. Her legs were each now easily larger than his chest. Her abs weren't carved out of granite, they looked like they could crush granite. She was too young to develop breasts, but her pecs put most women's chest to shame. Her shoulders looked like he could comfortably sit on either side. Even relaxed at her sides, her arms were much, much bigger than his thighs.

Emma didn't care that her brother had forgotten her ninth birthday. She just figured it would give her a good excuse to beat up her brother. Now would be a good time. Her muscles were big, really big. Not big enough—she couldn't get enough of getting even bigger—but definitely big enough to completely dominate her brother. To make him fear and admire her. To make the weak nerd her little bitch.

She was surprised at how easy it was to yank him from his chair with a single arm. Standing over him, looking down on the shivering boy, she felt more powerful than ever. What a pathetic little shit. Her brother had almost no muscles. He looked like he had gotten even smaller. Maybe because he hadn't worked out in more than half a year. Or maybe because his pathetic body just couldn't build muscle.

Emma was wearing nothing but a white crop top and denim shorts, both stretched extremely tightly around her big muscles. The crop top barely managed to cover her thick slabs of pectoral muscles. What was supposed to be a short sleeve almost looked like spaghetti straps on her wide shoulders. The denim short didn't even reach her legs. It was clear that she wanted Erik to see as much muscle as possible. There was a lot of muscle to see.

"I'm here for my present," she exclaimed with a smug grin. She knew he didn't have one.

"I... I... I don't have a p.... pr... present," Erik stammered. He was clearly afraid of the massively muscular girl looming over him.

"I know," Emma said, "so I'll just get myself something. "I think I'll take—" The young girl walked around the room with a mischievous grin, "—this!"

Emma reached down and grabbed Erik by the collar. Slowly, she pulled him to his feet. Her muscular arms grew visibly larger as her biceps flexed. She was surprised at how easy it was to pull him back up. He felt lighter than some of the weights she used.

As Erik stood on his feet, he had reached his height of five foot three. He had grown three inches over the last year and was pretty happy with that, given his age. That happiness quickly turned to agony. Emma was at least two inches taller. That was, however, the least of his worries. Seconds later, he was at eye level with his sister. Not much later, he was looking down at her. Erik felt that his feet had now left the ground. His sister's arm was bulging with muscles. A vein as large as his fingers slithered across a massive bicep. He now realized that he was looking down at just one arm. One muscular arm of this freshly nine-year-old girl was holding him in the air. That was too much for the skinny seventeen-year-old. Erik blacked out, his limp body dangling from the bulging arm of his younger sister.

[thebaron]

   terrific.

[ame3cv62]

Wow love it

[jumpy999]

Love the domination. More, please!

[Scott2920]

So awesome!

[wowser1016]

Great work! I like the direction and the progression. K+!

[giantgirl7foot2]

*... Uhebrubrehbr ... *

Emma was violently shaking her brother, her arm bulging and muscles shaking as she did so. She was too mesmerized by her own muscle to notice that Erik was waking up, until he started making gargling noises. Watching him faint made her feel strong, being able to shake him until he woke up again made her feel invincible.

"Did you just faint, you weak shit? Did the big, muscular stud scare the weak nerd? You became even more pathetic this last year. Look at you, look at how skinny you are. I've been holding you up with one arm for a minute now. My arm is not even tired. While you were being a pathetic nerd, I became so fucking strong."

To accentuate her point, Emma started lifting her brother up and down with slow and controlled movements. She wanted him to realize how light he was for her. "See how easily I can still lift you up and down, after holding you up for more than a minute."

"Please, put me down," Erik pleaded. His eyes were almost becoming a bit watery, "I'll do anything you want!"

Emma laughed. "I know you will. Your present to me is you." Emma lowered Erik so that their eyes were at the same height. "You're mine now. No more hiding in your room like a worm. If your body was heavier, I could use it as weight, but you're too light, because you don't have muscles. I do. I have very big muscles. Muscles that can make you do anything I want. Muscles that are making you their bitch."

"I... I can't be... y... yours..." Erik stammered. He had no idea what she had meant, but he didn't want to be a part of it. He just wanted Emma and her big muscles to leave him alone. "... a... and I'm no b... bitch," he bravely made out.

Emma laughed even harder. She shook her arm a little bit and Erik's weak body flopped along. "You'll be my little slave. Like a little dog that follows me around and fetches me stuff. If you're a good little dog, I'll even let you walk on your feet."

Erik didn't believe what he was hearing. She couldn't be serious. She wasn't going to make him crawl, right? He was a seventeen years old boy, for god's sake. In all desperation, he was only one way out. He gathered all of his courage and started yelling.

"MOM, Emma is bullying me!"

It wasn't too long before Evelyn showed up. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her daughter had finally stopped covering up her growing body and looked humongous. She was absolutely massive. It took a few seconds of staring to realize that Emma was holding something—or someone. She was holding her brother by the collar of his shirt using only a single arm. Emma was strong. Really, really strong.

"Mom, Emma is saying that she's going to make me into a slave. She can't do that, right? Please tell her to be nice to me." Erik sounded like he was begging.

Evelyn looked at her daughter. Emma had become a massive stud. She was huge. The arm that was holding Erik looked as big as her own petite waist.

"Mom, come feel this arm," Emma spoke as she flexed her other arm. Even without pump from lifting someone, it sprang up into a mountain of muscle.

The small woman didn't say a word. She walked up to the muscular girl and started feeling her arm. First with one hand. Another hand quickly followed. Her two hands together were barely able to cover the big ball of muscle. She'd need two more hands to even think about getting around the arm. Evelyn had never felt something this hard, yet this soft. She felt a vein slithering beneath her small hands and noticed that it was as thick as her fingers.

"Hang, mom."

Evelyn didn't need to be told twice. Lifting her legs at a ninety-degree angle, she was now completely supported by a single one of her daughter's arms. This time, the young girl showed no signs of effort. She had become much, much stronger.

"Mom, what are you doing? She's your daughter, say something!" Erik pleaded.

"Are you listening to yourself, you little shit? Are you this dumb? I'm lifting both of you together, each with one arm. Even if she wanted, there is nothing mom could do. I'm just too fucking strong for the both of you. But she doesn't want to do anything, either. Mom loves my muscles. Mom loves that her daughter is a big, strong stud. A stud who can dominate her weak little brother and mother with her big muscles."

Instead of telling her mother to let go, Emma simply shook her arm. The small woman dropped to the ground. Her own displays of strength made the young girl ecstatic. Realizing with each movement how superior she was to those weak nerds, made her a little bit aggressive as well. "Here, let me show you."

Using her free hand, she grabbed her brother's crotch and easily manoeuvred him over her head. This would give him a better vantage point.

"Mom, lick my feet."

Erik was in complete agony. His mother licking his sister's feet? That was just disgusting. He couldn't believe their mother would let herself be humiliated by this nine-year-old girl. "Mom, what are you doing? Don't let her bully you!"

Evelyn almost didn't hear her son's pleas. She was too worked up in admiring the absolute stud of a girl that her daughter had become. She loved how Emma was humiliating her just to prove a point—the true sign of a jock. A muscular, dominating jock. Compared to herself, her daughter was an absolute goddess of a girl. Evelyn was licking the feet of a preteen goddess. She knew that Emma hadn't thought of that word and would save it for later, when the young girl was even bigger. 

Emma had never felt this strong. The weights that she lifted during training were heavier, but there was something about lifting people that made her feel even stronger. She looked down at her mother licking her sweaty feet and up at her brother dangling over her head. These little nerds were nothing compared to her. She had more muscles in one of the massive arms that was holding her brother than both of them together.

"This—is—power!" she yelled out of nowhere. She moved her brother up and down a few times. "I'm so fucking strong. You can't believe how awesome it is to have this much power, to have huge muscles that can make you into their little slave."

Emma was completely high on her own power. It made her even more aggressive. With a quick thrust of her arms, she actually threw her brother into the wall of his own bedroom, about eight feet away. It had been easier than she would have thought. The skinny boy flew through the air, crashed into the wall and collapsed onto the ground.

Evelyn didn't see what had happened, but she heard a scream and two thuds. She didn't even flinch.

"You should have seen that, mom! I fucking threw Erik across the room. I just threw his weak body into the wall. These muscles can just throw people around."

Erik was destroyed. Physically he was still relatively fine, especially given the fact that he had been suspended in the air for a few minutes and was now violently thrown into a wall. Mentally, however, he was broken. He would have to listen to Emma, doing whatever she'd ask of him. This was the harsh reality. He was about to be his mesomorph sister's slave.

"Get back here, little shit," sounded the voice of his tormentor, "crawl back to me like the worm that you are. My other foot needs some licking, too."

He complied without complaining. With some hesitation, he slowly moved his tongue towards Emma's sweaty foot. He looked at their mother. The woman was attentively licking Emma's other foot, making sure not to miss any spot. He had been little bit surprised about Emma's strength and her aggression, but deep down he had felt that this moment would come. Right now, however, he was extremely surprised. His mother was... enjoying this?

[wissen]

Well, mostly I don't like too excessive violence in stories, but somehow you make it really cool. Great story

And maybe I am a little annoying but let me ask for a last time: are you planning to bring other ways of dominance besides muscles and height? For example, Evelyn was always shy about her small A-cup bust and Emma's rapid growth gives her an upper hand in that area too

[jumpy999]

This story just keeps getting better and better 

[jhunter]

Interesting turn. Let's see how things unfold

[giantgirl7foot2]

Over the next weeks, Emma trained even harder. School would start again in a month and she wanted to be as big as possible. Having her brother bring her protein shakes—something their mother had suggested—and water during workouts, made her lose a lot less time. She would also make him get clean towels and prepare her weights. 

One day, after another gruesome workout, she didn't ask Erik for a towel. She just held out her sweaty, pumped-up arms and waited for him to get the message. It was the first time that Erik had felt her muscles. Wherever he was drying, Emma would flex her muscles. It took him quite some time to completely dry the muscular girl. The towel was soaking wet with her sweat. "Suck it," she commanded.

Erik listened without hesitation. Ever since being thrown into the wall by his muscular sister, he had been completely obedient. In one more year, he'd be off to college. He hoped that if he kept Emma happy until then, she'd let him go. He'd have a year to convince her to find some other slave. But until then, he would have to obey her. Erik put the wet towel in his mouth and sucked the salty sweat of this preteen jock out of it. Yuck.

Emma enjoyed the grimace on his face as he sucked on her sweat. She was used to lifting incredible amounts of weight, but making her brother do things against his will made her feel so much more powerful.

Over the course of that month, Emma didn't let her mother and brother forget for a split second how weak they were compared to her, how they were nothing but toys for her strong muscles to use as they pleased. She had held back for a year. Now she was (ab)using her strength as she pleased. Her mother loved it and her brother couldn't do anything about it.

Erik was never safe. As he was watching television, Emma could just waltz in, pluck him from the couch by his collar and belt, walk to the other side of the room and throw him back. Just because she could, because she knew that he hated it, because she wanted to show how strong she was and because she wanted to practice her throw.

Emma would walk up to her mother, flex one of her gargantuan biceps and tell her mother to kiss it, all while Erik was watching. She wanted to show her power. She wanted to show how her flexed bicep was as big as their mother's head. She wanted Erik to see how their mother enjoyed that her daughter was a dominating stud. 

The rare times that Emma watched television, she would use either her mother or Erik as a living weight. She'd do military presses and barbell curls with them, sometimes for half an hour in a row. She was a massive jock, using her little nerds as toys. They would help her become even bigger.

When all three of them were together, she would line them up and hug them at the same time, crushing their weak bodies against each other and against her big and strong one. Emma liked to feel their weak bodies being compressed by her strong muscles. She liked the squeaky sounds that they made. She liked being so much stronger than both of them put together.

It felt so good being the biggest and strongest person in the house. It was awesome that she could do and get whatever she wanted. 

For example, she wanted shoes with a bit of heel for her first day of school and so her mother bought them. School was going to be awesome. With her two-inch heels, the other kids would be fucking tiny. Emma looked forward to being much bigger than all of those tiny kids. She would have a lot of fun with them. She looked forward to lifting them and making them feel her muscles.

Emma cranked out a few more curls, stood up and walked to the car. Her muscles were completely pumped. The largest available school uniform was wrapped extremely tightly around her big muscles. It was most likely going to tear, but Emma didn't care. It would look awesome to hulk out of her clothes.  She put her mother down next to the car. Mom was going to drive her, but Erik had to go by bus. Today was going to be so much fun.

[jdm022]

Fantastic story!!!
K+ 

[jumpy999]

Checking in on this awesome story. Hope to see more chapters soon!

[giantgirl7foot2]

Evelyn admired her daughter as Emma walked away from the car. She wasn't just walking; she was almost waddling. Her thick thighs brushing together with every step and round glutes swayed like small bowling balls beneath her tight schoolgirl skirt.

Emma was a sight to behold on her own, but it became even more apparent as she walked amongst the other kids. The was more than a head taller and easily two times as wide. Average kids were eye-level with her nipples. Shorter kids barely reached the bottom of her thick pecs with the top of their head. If she would perform a double bicep pose, even the taller kids could stand up straight beneath her muscular arms.

It didn't take long before she had amassed a horde of kids around her. She looked like a giantess amongst them. Emma liked the attention. She flexed her bicep above their heads. "I got huge fucking muscles," she said. She looked down at the other kids. They were all admiring her huge muscles. They were all so small. "You can feel them," she said. Some of the kids closest to her reached up and felt her bicep.

"It's so hard!" one said.

"It's like a rock!"

"It's harder than a rock!"

"Whoaaa!"

"How strong are you?"

Emma was hoping someone would ask. "I'm like, really, really strong. Stronger than my mom and my brother. They're weak nerds and they listen to me. I can even throw them. It's a lot of fun." She looked down and spotted a wisp of a kid. He was half a head shorter than the other kids and thin as a rail. His chest looked like it was the same size as Emma's flexed bicep. "Watch this!" she told the other kids as she reached down and wrapper her big hand almost completely around the tiny boy's neck. She could easily encircle it completely, but that might actually crush him. Slowly but easily, she lifted the tiny boy by his throat.

The other kids gasped in amazement, but they had seen nothing yet. They couldn't believe how easy this was for her big muscles.

As she held him in front of her with her arm stretched, she could see the fear in his eyes. She could have felt remorse or guilt, but all she felt was power. Seeing his tiny legs flopping; power. Seeing his small hands failing to encompass her wrist to relieve some of the stress on his neck; power. Realizing that this boy was completely at her mercy; power.

With her free hand, she grabbed his crotch and lifted him over her head. Then, in one fluid movement, she threw him across the playground, about thirty feet, into the sandbox. She had practiced her throw so she knew she wouldn't miss, but she had never thrown someone this far.

She walked over to the sandbox, bent down and again grasped the small, whimpering boy by the neck and easily lifted him to his feet. Releasing his neck, she then grabbed his crotch and easily lifted the tiny boy, so that he was basically sitting on her hand. As she walked back to the other kids, she performed curls with his small body, barely providing enough resistance to pump up her muscles. Once back in the middle of her pack of admirers, she put the small kid down and playfully tussled his hair. "I'm sorry if that was scary of if I hurt you, little one, just needed to show everyone how strong these muscles are."

Emma had quickly established that she was she boss. All kids either admired her, were afraid of her or both. With her heels, she was as tall as all of the female teachers, who acted with extreme caution around this muscular amazon of a girl. Even the male teachers, most of which were taller than her, didn't dare to provoke her in any way. They might have been taller, but they didn't have nineteen-inch biceps that bulged with muscle. 

Luckily for them, Emma hadn't paid attention to the teachers. Between and during classes, she'd be constantly surrounded by small kids that wanted to feel her muscles and see her perform feats of strength. She lifted kids over her head and threw them into the sandbox. She'd grab two kids by the collar and curl them for minutes on end. She'd crush toys that they brought her with her bare hands.

Even though she was much, much stronger than them, she'd have some small nerd carry around her backpack all day. None of the teachers dared to say anything as they saw the muscular nine-year-old use classmates as her personal little slaves.

Evelyn was quite surprised that it had taken a full month until she got a call from the principal about Emma. Evelyn felt like a bad person. Rather than being angry at Emma, she looked forward to hearing what her mesomorph daughter had done to some weak nerd at school. She really got off of her daughter being a muscular stud.

The principal was by all means an average man. He was about five foot nine and of average build. Despite being two inches taller, he was slightly scared when the young girl and her tiny mother entered. He couldn't believe that this tiny woman had given birth to such a specimen. He sat down behind his desk, Emma and her mother sat down on the other side. The difference between this girl and her mother was unbelievable. This girl was about twice as wide as her mother. One of her muscular arms looked to be almost as big as her mother's waspish waist. He'd seen her walk around the school, but was never prepared for her insane level of muscular development. After staring at the size disparity between the girl and her mother for a few minutes, he finally started to talk.

"Well, uhm, the thing is that... uhm... Emma has kind of injured a teacher and a student... at the same time... by... uhm..."

The situation had been so very absurd, that the principal had a hard time explaining it. Emma had enough of his mumbling. She wanted her story to be told properly and chimed in.

"I was just sitting in class, paying attention and working out a little bit. Of course, I don't have weights in class, so I was using my neighbor, just lifting him and his chair a little bit, like this."

Emma proceeded to grab her mother's chair by the side of its seat and started curling her. Quickly, her biceps pumped up to proportions that the principal would never have believed if it wasn't happening right in front of him.

"But the teacher told me to put him down because the other kid was not paying attention. The small boy was too busy looking at my huge muscles, the muscles that were lifting him up and down. I got a little bit angry at the kid and told him to pay attention so that I could continue working out. He didn't listen. The teacher still told me to put the chair down, which I did. I put my hand beneath his little butt and started lifting him like that."

As Emma explained, she demonstrated each point on her mother, who was now sitting on one of her daughter's hands and being curled up and down, trying to hide her excitement.

"The teacher didn't like that, either, and told me to put him down. This made me a little angry and I told the teacher to put him down himself, and then threw the kid at the teacher."

She acted like she was going to throw her mother, but didn't let go. Evelyn let out a high-pitched shriek. All color momentarily drained from the principal's face as he thought that this girl would throw her mother at him. Emma just laughed at the reactions of these two adults. Together, they were ten times as old as her, but the was stronger than both of them put together.

"But the teacher was too weak. He couldn't catch him. The kid flew into him and they both crashed into the wall. Both of them fell to the ground in pain. They are just so fucking weak. I could have easily caught him and thrown him back, but not the teacher. What a pathetic man."

Evelyn, seated in her own chair again, looked in disbelief at her daughter. What a stud. Her stud of a daughter could pick up and throw kids at teachers. She looked at the principal and feigned a stern look.

"I will see to it that she understands the consequences of her actions," she reassured him. Not much later, they were on their way.

Seeing the tiny woman walking behind her massive daughter, the principal wasn't entirely reassured. He highly doubted that the petite woman would say anything to her giant daughter. But he also didn't dare to oppose this scary preteen or her mother. All of this had mostly been a formality. The teacher in question just had to know that some action was taken, he didn't need to know which action specifically.

"You liked that, didn't you, mom?" Emma asked her mother on the way home. "You like that the principal is scared of your muscular daughter. I'm totally the boss at school. My big muscles rule everyone. The other kids are so fucking tiny and weak. You like that I can pick them up and fucking throw them away. They're my little bitches. Just like Erik and you, I can make them do everything."

Evelyn was done trying to hide her excitement. She was now visibly aroused—her daughter luckily had no idea what the strange look on her mother's face meant.

"You're such a stud, Emma. You're more than a stud, you... you're a goddess... a muscular goddess."