Monica, the Alaskan Musclegirl
By Musgrlfan1@yahoo.com
Smart and strong Monica has to help out her new teacher when he runs afoul of some classroom bullies.  


WARNING! This story has violence that some may find disturbing.

After what seemed a very short, but fun summer, I was back in school again,
but now I was 15 years old and was a sophomore. In the small, rural Alaska
town I lived in, there were rarely any new students and it was always the same
old teachers: Mrs. Drew for Math, Mr. Herald for English, and that old fart
Mr. Lewis for History. I rode my bike into school and headed for my first
class. But when I walked into Biology class, expecting to see Old Lady Hill, I
was surprised to see a new teacher standing in front of the chalkboard. The
name written on the chalkboard was Mr. Burton. The class was buzzing with
curiosity and as I was a little late, the only seat left, was in the front
with the nerds. I didn't care where I sat since nobody in the school talked to
me anyhow. I took a moment to look over the new teacher. He looked fairly
young (especially for my school) like 25 or so, and looked to be about 5'5"
tall. He was skinny as a reed and had big, thick black glasses that kept
slipping down his big, beak shaped nose. He was kinda cute in a real wimpy,
nerd sort of way, but I could hear some of the other kids already making jokes
about his appearance.

"That skinny twerp gives me any hassles this year, I'll pound him," I heard
someone whisper. I looked over and saw Josh Stuart and a couple of buddies
laughing. An 18- year-old senior, Josh was the big jock on campus. He was well
over 6' tall and probably weighed about 300 lbs. He was also as dumb as a rock
and as mean as junkyard dog. His friends were pretty much the same.only just a
little dumber.

Well, you can imagine that those chumps didn't make life very easy for Mr.
Burton. They were constantly interrupting class with their stupid jokes or
throwing paper wads at Mr. Burton. You could tell that it bothered him, but
whenever he looked like he was about to say anything, Josh and his friends
looked at him menacingly and he would mumble something then turn back to the
chalkboard. The interruptions and the way they picked on Mr. Burton bothered
me, but I was determined to stay out of trouble, mind my business, and study
hard.

After school I would walk home alone and go down into my basement gym to hit
the weights. Then I would go to the library and study for a couple hours
before coming home and lifting some more. By October I had made some real
gains. I had grown two inches over the summer and now I was 5'10" and in the
six months that I had been lifting weights, I had put on over 70 Lbs. until I
was weighing almost 200 Lbs.! Ever since the first time I had lifted a
barbell, I had been growing huge muscles almost as if by magic. My legs were
36" and my chest was 52", but my pride and joy lay in my biceps, which were
now 21" of powerful girl muscle! I could no longer wear my brother's shirts
and I had to order loose fitting "fat-guy" shirts from the Big 'n' Tall
catalog in order to hide my muscles. I wore big baggy jeans to hide my massive
thighs and I strapped a pillow around my waist so the kids in school would
think I was fat. That and my good grades assured that I was as unpopular in my
school as mid-term exams. But that was better than letting anyone know my
secret--that I was probably bigger and stronger than any girl in the entire
school.

One day as science class ended, Mr. Burton asked me to stay a moment after
class. I didn't know what to think. I was getting the best grades in the class
and I never caused trouble. "Monica, I just wanted to tell you what a pleasure
it has been to have you in my class," he said.

I was too shocked to say anything other than a mumbled, "Th.anks."

"You always do exemplary work and I am glad I have at least one student who
listens" he said.

"Well," I said, "I just want to do a good job so that I can learn all I can
and go to a good college."

"That should be no problem for you. With your grades, I am sure that any
college will be glad to have you. If you put your mind to it, nothing is out
of reach for you."

Nobody had ever said anything like that to me before and I was blushing from
his words to me. "Thanks a lot, Mr. Burton. That's really great of you to say
that. I will work twice as hard to do well now."

"Well you're a good kid, Monica. I just hope that you don't spend all your
time studying and spend a little time to make some friends and have some fun."

I looked down as he said this and my eyes must have betrayed my thoughts. His
words really moved me and I wanted to say something more. For some reason I
really wanted to open up to him and tell him everything about myself. He
seemed to really care about me. I wanted to tell him to not let that dumb Josh
push him around in class either, but I could not make my mouth say the words.

"I know that the kids all think that I am a real science geek.a real nerd.
Maybe it is true. Heck, even you are taller than I am." He said with a grin.
"But that's nothing new for me. I know what it is like to be different, and I
also know what it is like not to have friends. Don't make the mistakes I made,
Monica. Get out there and meet people. You don't want to be alone. A person
needs friends. If all else fails, you can count me as one," he said to me with
a smile.

I didn't realize how true the things he said were and he must have really
struck a nerve, because before I knew what I was doing, I had lifted him off
the ground in a crushing bear hug. "THANKS MR. BURTON!" I screeched, as I
crushed him in my mighty arms. He struggled for a few moments but then I felt
all his resisting stop and he gave himself completely over to my powerful
embrace. He moved his hand up to rest it on my arm and he let out a gasp of
surprise as his hand gripped my hugely muscled biceps. He then gripped one of
my massive biceps in each of his little hands and his head fell to rest on my
chest with a little moan of contentment. His hands moved up and down my
biceps, rubbing them as he continued to moan softly as I easily held him
against my thick chest -- wrapped up nice and snug in my massive and hugely
powerful arms.

"Monica.you are so strong.. I had no idea.. So powerful.. Beautiful.."

I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. I suddenly felt thrilled,
that he should be so turned on by my muscles that he turned into a limp little
sack of pudding right in my arms. My eyes went all misty with affection for
this little man and I gave him another squeeze, but I snapped back to reality
as I heard him gasping for breath. He was so light and weightless in my big
strong arms that I didn't realize how hard I had been squeezing him. I quickly
set him back down on the ground where he stood wobbling and dazed. Suddenly I
felt nervous and mumbled, "Sorry about that Mr. Burton, must have been an
adrenaline rush or something." Quickly I grabbed my books and ran out of the
class.

That night I had my best workout ever. I was so excited and pumped up that I
felt as if I could lift anything. I started off with my usual 200 Lbs. on the
curls and I did 20 reps without a pause. I added a 25 Lb. plate to either side
and I ripped off another 20 without even breathing hard. This is amazing, I
thought and I decided to load the bar to 400 Lbs. of iron. I thought of Mr.
Burton telling me that I could do anything and I picked up the bar and
strained, my biceps growing huge as I slowly forced the bar up to my chest. I
had done it! 400 pounds! I tried for a second rep and to my amazement, it was
easier than the first. Like a train gaining speed, I did rep after rep until I
lost count, my biceps swollen huge with girl power. I lost count of my reps
and grew bored with the weight, and without thinking about what I was doing, I
switched the center of the bar over to my right hand and started doing one arm
curls. I could not believe how easy it was! It was only at this time did I
start to wonder if perhaps I was different from the average person. Maybe not
everyone was strong like me. I did curl after curl almost without any effort
and when at last I started straining with my right arm, I switched over to my
left and continued with that arm until I got a burn going there. Dropping the
bar on the floor, I flexed my giant right biceps! I squealed with pleasure at
the size of the huge muscle. I grabbed the measuring tape and was thrilled to
discover that it was now 22.5" big! I CAN do anything, I thought, and when I
thought about the way Mr. Burton reacted when he felt my biceps, I thought
that maybe I can even have more than just a friend.

The next day I wore clothes that were just a little tighter than usual. The
sleeves were loose enough to hide my muscles, but at the same time they were
snug enough to show a hint of my big musclegirl biceps beneath. I knew that
the average person wouldn't notice, but I also knew that Mr. Burton would. I
peddled my bike to school in record time and when I walked into class, I
watched Mr. Burton out of the corner of my eye and I saw that he was watching
me walk to my seat with an intensity that bordered on staring. Throughout the
class he would constantly look over at me. I pretended not to be looking, but
I watched out of the corner of my eye and when I saw him looking I would flex
my arm for him. I had my arm down by my side with my forearm crossed across my
lap and I flexed my big gun just enough so that he could see the movement of
my huge muscles beneath the fabric of my sleeves. This had quite and effect on
him. His eyes would go wide, his knees would begin to wobble, and he would
stop in the middle of what he was saying-and then stumble over his words as he
tried to get back on with the lesson.

I toyed with him like this for about half an hour and I had him close to
losing track of his lesson all together, when I decided I would give him a
real treat. The next time I caught him glancing over at me, I looked up and
gave him a real sly look and smile. At the same time, I gave my big right arm
a good flex that swelled my right biceps huge and stretched the fabric of my
sleeve until I felt some of the threads starting to give. Well that stopped
him in his tracks cold. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head and his jaw
dropped gaping wide open. I quickly relaxed my flex so that nobody else in the
class would notice what I was doing and find out about my muscles. But then
just at that moment, I saw Josh shoot a spit wad that flew from the back of
the room and straight into Mr. Burton' wide-open mouth.

The whole class erupted in laughter as Josh stood up took a bow. Mr. Burton,
who was already bewildered from my teasing flexes and smile, was really
flustered with the added shock of a spit wad in the mouth. He turned red in
the face and before anyone knew what was happening, he was grabbing Josh by
the collar and trying to drag Josh out of the classroom door. Josh was so
surprised that he didn't even struggle as the little man started pushed him to
the doorway. Mr. Burton screamed at him, "You've got three weeks detention for
this, and I will be calling the principal and the coach about this as well!
Let's see how you go to your football practices and games while you're on
detention."

Josh's face suddenly grew very dark and he said, "You'd better think twice
about that, you skinny little runt."

This was the final straw for Mr. Burton and he yelled right into Josh's face,
"Out! NOW!"

Josh then narrowed his eyes and smiled at Mr. Burton. "You're gonna be sorry
fer this ya little twerp." He said and then he turned and walked out of the
class.

Well, Mr. Burton closed the door and came to sit down at his desk. I was just
beaming! I was so proud of Mr. Burton. He had finally stood up to that stupid
ape. If it wasn't for the rest of the class being there, I would have picked
him up and given him a bear hug (and who knows what else) like he had never
had before in his life. The whole class was dumfounded with silence over the
whole thing. I looked at Mr. Burton and could see that he was starting to
think about what he had done, and a worried expression was beginning to come
over his face. He looked up at me and I gave him a big smile and a thumbs up.
He gave me a little smile in return, but I could see he was still worrying.
And to tell the truth, so was I.

The bell rang and the class emptied out with Mr. Burton leaving to head to the
Principal's office as well. I wanted to tell Mr. Burton how proud I was of
him, so after school I grabbed my bike and headed over to the teacher parking
area. I hid behind a tree to wait and surprise him. I waited for awhile and
then I finally saw him coming out of the school and heading to the lot. There
was nobody else around and I thought that I would be able to give him a great
big bearhug to show him how happy I was with him, when a car came screaming
out of nowhere and screeched to a halt in front of Mr. Burton. Out of the car
swarmed Josh Stuart and his two ape friends. Quick as a flash, they had
grabbed Mr. Burton and bundled him into the car. Then the car was tearing out
of the parking lot, wheels churning in the gravel. I was stunned for a moment,
but then without a second thought, I knew that I had to help Mr. Burton, so I
hopped on my bike and took of after the car.

They had a good head start over me and must have been going about 70 mph, but
with my powerful thighs churning away at the pedals, I was able to keep up and
even gain on them a little. They drove a couple miles out of town and turned
off on the dirt road that led to the river gorge. I was afraid that they were
going to beat up Mr. Burton and then toss him in the river. I imagined him all
beat up and trying to swim in the swift, cold waters with his skinny little
arms, and I knew he would drown if Josh threw him in the river. I knew I had
to hurry before it was too late, and I peddled even harder, my muscular legs a
blur as I drove the bike even faster.

I came around the last bend in the road and saw the car doors open with my
poor little Mr. Burton doubled over in the dirt holding his stomach. Josh was
standing over him pulling his fist back for another punch, his goon friends
laughing. I hit by brakes and the bike came to a skidding halt next to the
car. "Don't hit him again or you will answer to me!" I growled at Josh as he
looked up at the sound of arrival. My body was electric with a furious anger
and fear for Mr. Burton. I was worried about whether I could take these three
goons too, but I knew I had to try. I just hoped that I could hold them off
long enough so that Mr. Burton could get away, then I would try to escape too.
I took a breath and hopped off the bike and moved toward the group.

The three of them looked at me with disbelief. Then they began to laugh.
"Geez. I'm really afraid of fat chicks on bikes," he said with a leer. "Hang
around lard-ass. We can work you over next. Except you'll enjoy it a lot more
than this little twerp." He gestured for one of his apes to move over to grab
me and then smiling at me, he pulled Mr. Burton's face up by his hair and then
bashed him in the face with a heavy punch. Josh laughed as the unconscious
form flopped to the dirt.

The anger that was building in me surged through my veins and into my muscles
to be transformed into pure power. The first of Josh's punk's came up to me.
He looked me up and down, no doubt imagining what he was going to do to me
when they were finished with Mr. Burton. Sneering at me and said, "Don't make
me get rough with you,

Bitch." He then grabbed my arm and the sneer slid off of his face leaving a
look of confusion behind as he felt the living mountains of muscle hidden
beneath my sleeve. That look of confusion soon became one of fear and then
pain, as I grabbed his hand with my free hand and began to apply the pressure
of my powerful grip. "Let the fuck go!" He squealed as he took a swing at me
with his other arm, but I caught his fist with my hand, grabbing it in mid
swing. I began to squeeze this fist too and he instantly dropped to his knees,
with a cry of pain.

All of this only had taken a few seconds and now both Josh and his other buddy
were both looking up from the unconscious form of Mr. Burton and were trying
to figure out what the heck had happened. Looking directly into Josh's eyes I
said with a snarl, "I warned you not to do that, animal. Now you're gonna
pay." Then increased my pressure on the goon's hands and was rewarded with a
scream as I crushed both of his hands into pulp. I then grabbed him by the
neck and jerked him from his knees to his feet. Then with an ease that
surprised me, I raised him into the air over my head. The goon must have
weighed at least 250 lbs., but I held him there as if he weighed no more than
a rag doll even as he kicked and struggled. Josh and his ape were just
standing there staring at me with their jaws hanging open, unable to
comprehend what was happening, while their friend struggled for air as my
long, strong fingers unmercifully closed round his neck. "You're crazed
animals and I am going to destroy you like the animals you are," I said, and
then I squeezed with all the tremendous power of my hands and I felt the neck
bones crack and shatter between my fingers. The body jerked once and went limp
in my hands. Then I took a step and threw the body a good ten yards through
the air into Josh and his chump, knocking them down into a pile of tangled
limbs.

I felt powerful in a way I had never felt before. I had crushed a guy to death
with only the power of my hands. I knew I was strong, but I never thought that
I could beat up a guy like that! I could only imagine what I could do if I put
all my superior girl power into my effort...ANYTHING! My body was alive with
power and at that moment I felt that I could take on a hundred scumbags like
Josh and win. The ease with which I demolished the first guy banished any
earlier worries that I had and replaced those worries with a determination to
make Josh suffer for he had done to my poor little Mr. Burton. Josh's face was
a face of confusion and fear though. I didn't think that the reality of his
situation had sunk in yet. As he and his buddy crawled out from under what was
left of their friend, I held up my hand and motioned him to stop. "Before I
crush the life outta you two, I want you guys to take a good luck at the girl
that's gonna stomp the crud outta you." Raising my arms up, I slowly began to
flex my bulging biceps. Before my arms were even at 45 degrees, the loose
fabric of my sleeves was suddenly tightening as my biceps began to swell
gigantically. When they were at almost 90 degrees the fabric began to tear,
and then as I brought my flex to completion and tensed my biceps, the sleeves
shredded completely as my mammoth biceps exploded to full size in beautiful
musclegirl glory. My arms felt bigger and stronger than they had ever been
before as the two creeps could only look on in amazement and envy.

I tore off the tattered remains of my blouse and then removed the pillow I had
strapped around my waist. Underneath my blouse I had only been wearing my
spandex exercise top, so they were able to see just how huge I really was. I
put me hands on my waist and expanded my lats and chest to their full massive
size. Josh's friend gasped in fear when my huge, powerful chest stretched the
spandex to the limits of its endurance. I looked at them and said, "What do
you little boys think of me now? Who's gonna call me lard-ass now? Sure as
Hell not you two pussys. Come on wimps.afraid of a girl?"

Josh's eyes narrowed at this and he pushed his friend saying, "Lets get her.
We won't get taken by surprise like she did to Eddie." Then to me he said, "I
ain't afraid of no steroid bitch. After I beat the crap outta you, I'm gonna
enjoy fuckin' you until you cry for mercy. Come on, don't matter how much
muscle she got, she can't take the both of us." Then he and his buddy rushed
me together. I saw that Josh was going to try to hit me low below the waist
while the other punk was gonna come at me high. Instead of waiting for them to
get to me, I moved quickly at Josh to meet his uncoming rush. Setting my feet
solidly and cocking back my massive arm, I smashed down at Josh's face with
all the power of my giant biceps and felt the rewarding sensation of his cheek
bone crunching under my knuckles as he dropped like a stone. At the same
moment, the other jerk smashed his shoulders into my waist with the full force
of his body. But he may as well have tried to tackle a tree and he only
bounced off the iron hard muscles of my chest and fell on top of Josh.
Grabbing him by the neck with my mighty right hand, I jerked him to his feet,
holding him at arm's length. Then I easily lifted him up until his feet were
dangling a couple of inches off the ground while still holding him out at
arm's length. He flailed around for a bit, but then he wrapped both of his
hands around my wrist to try to ease the pressure on his neck as he saw he was
powerless to stop me.

I noticed Josh starting to wake up, so I flipped him over onto his back with a
flick or my foot and then placed my foot on his chest to hold him down. Josh
tried to move out from under my foot, but he could not budge my mighty leg an
inch. I raised my knee up and held him down with only my toes, then I flexed
my calf. There was a loud rip and my jeans split and shredded as my muscular
calf bulged to its full 22 inches. It was so huge and hard that Josh's hands
could not even grip it in his efforts to escape. I laughed at his weak
efforts. "Look at you two puny men. I am not even 16 yet and I can easily
control you both. I guess weak-ass male muscle doesn't compare to powerful
girl muscles," I said. Then I stood up on my toes and flexed my other calf. I
felt pure explosive power flow through my calf as it tore easily through my
heavy blue jeans.

I then looking at the trembling creep I was holding up in my hand, I said,
"Now what do I do with you? I could snap your neck with ease, but I already
did that to your friend. I don't want to be bored while I destroy you.I have
something special in mind for Josh, but I don't want to do anything ordinary
with you either." He started to cry and beg, so I tightened my grip on his
throat until he stopped his whining. "Shut up wimp, or I'll break you in
half."

All of a sudden a light bulb went on over my head and I realized I had come
upon the perfect idea. I pulled his pathetic and trembling frame in against my
chest. Then I reached down and grabbed his thigh in my strong hand, and
holding him by the thigh and neck I lifted him easily into the air over my
head. Then I lowered him until the small of his back was resting on the back
of my neck. "I've seen pictures of people bending steel rods around the backs
of their necks, so I figure I should be able to do the same with you." I
shifted my hands until they were pressing on his chest and lower waist, and
then began to pull my arms forward. He began to scream in pain as his back
began to bend backwards across my thick muscular neck. Steadily I increased
the pressure and I heard his spine begin to make popping noises as my powerful
arms bent him backwards into almost a 45-degree angle. Then with a final
surge, I pulled with all the incredible strength of my massive biceps and bent
him into a 90-degree angle! I was rewarded with a final loud scream and then a
grinding snap as his spine shattered, and then suddenly his body grew limp and
flexible in my hands. I then lifted him over my head and brought him down in
front of me. I held his torso against my chest with my big left arm and
grabbing his legs with my right hand, I completed my work and folded him
completely in half. It was easy after his spine was broken.

Then with only one mighty arm wrapped around him, I squeezed him with all the
power of my super biceps until I felt his ribs begin to bend, then shatter
completely under the onslaught of my unstoppable musclegirl strength. I kept
squeezing him until I could feel that all his bones were shattered and pulpy,
and then tucked the folded body under my huge arm and held him there as easily
as you might hold a couple of books. I held him there easy since I had
squashed him out pretty flat. I tossed the demolished male on top of the other
body to make the start of a nice little pile. Then I looked down at the
shivering, weakling male I held trapped beneath my foot. Josh was looking up
at me with eyes of pure fear. I looked at him and smiled, "Now for the main
event." He began to whimper and cry and I took my foot off of his chest. "On
your knees before me, weakling! I may spare you if you beg me for it."

He was on his knees in a heartbeat and begging like a dog, "Please don't hurt
me! I'm sorry I punched him! Please, please don't hurt me, I'll never do it
again! I swear I won't, please!?"

"Not good enough! I want you to mean it!" I said. Then I pushed his face into
the ground with my foot "Get your face on the dirt when you kneel before me!
Now tell me how superior I am to you, Dog!" I ordered.

He let out a little squeal of fear and started right in with his obeisance,
"You're the most powerful girl in the world. I am a wimp next to you! You're
stronger and better than I am, or any other guy either! I am dirt to you! You
are bigger and better and more beautiful than anyone in the world!" He
blubbered, choking over his tears. "Even yer one foot has more muscles than my
whole body! Please don't hurt me I will do anything you say! I will be your
slave!"

I was impressed with his devotion and as he looked up I smiled at him. "I have
to admit, you seemed pretty sincere. I mean, after all, its all true. All you
guys are weenies in comparison to my supremely powerful girl muscles." I said
as I admired the bulging biceps of my flexed right arm. "I especially like the
bit about you being my slave.as if you had a choice."

"I'll do everything you say! I promise! He looked up at me with a new glimmer
of desperate hope in his eyes, "So can I be your slave then?"

I grinned at him. "Nope, the job's already taken." I said and pointed at the
unconscious form of Mr. Burton. "Guess your outta luck!"

The hope drained out of his eyes and his face went a pale white. "No! Please
no!" he cried. But he would have no mercy from me. I reached down, grabbed a
handful of his hair and jerked him to his feet. He grasped and pulled at my
hands to try to free himself, but his weak efforts were pitiful and he
screamed as I lifted him off his feet by his hair.

I told him, "I am going to hurt you now. I'm gonna turn your body into
bleeding pulp with my powerful hands and arms. You're gonna look like you fell
in a trash compactor, and just so I don't have to listen to you whine anymore,
I'm gonna start with your jaw." I pulled my fist back behind my head, my
biceps bulging to giant size and let him have it. Josh put his hands up in
front of his face for protection but my punch blasted through his hands like
they were wet paper. I felt his jaw shatter and his flesh turn to pulpy mush
under the impact of my hard, powerful fist. My hand tore the hair right outta
his head as the force of my blow shot him back through the air a good 10 feet
from the force of my punch.

I strode over and picked up Josh by his ankle and I held him dangling from my
hands upside down. Grabbing his foot with my free hand, I gave a quick twist
and a loud crack told the story of a broken ankle. For good measure I
increased the pressure of my grip on his foot and I felt the bones shattering
and cracking under the relentless pressure. I continued until his flesh had
the consistency of hamburger. Then I reached down and grabbed him at the knee
and with my other hand still at his ankle, began to bend his lower leg. The
skin on my arms grew tight as my forearms and biceps swelled enormously as I
felt the bone begin to give until finally it snapped clean and I held his leg
bent at a good 90-degrees. Josh had been screaming the entire time, but now
his voice was hoarse as his throat went raw from the yelling. That was a break
for me as he was starting to get on my nerves. I moved one arm down to hold
him around the waist, lifting his torso so that his chest was held snug
against my body and his head down around at my hips. I grabbed his leg by the
thigh above the knee and began to force it down towards his back. I could feel
his tendons stretching and separating as I forced his leg farther back.
Cartiledge crackled and tendons snapped as my the unstoppable girl power of my
massive biceps snapped his thighbone out of the socket with a loud pop as I
bent his leg until it was flat along his back. I switched my grip so that I
was holding his torso and disjointed leg with one arm, and I grabbed his other
leg with my free arm. I began to bend that leg back as well, but because I was
using my strong right arm, I bent his leg back as easy as you might bend a
stalk of celery. Pop! It was that easy!

I flipped him onto his side, so that he was now cradled in my arms, his legs
still folded behind his back. I moved one hand and grabbed him by the crotch,
and lifted his torso so that his entire weight was being supported by my hand.
Then I moved my other hand to the back of his neck and took a firm grip there.
I gave him a little shake to test his weight, as if he were a big cocktail
shaker. He may as well have been a feather for the effort it took my superior
muscles to hold him there.

Josh's eyes were all glassy now and he could only moan and sob in raspy little
gasps. "This is it big fella." I told him, "Now I finish the job. Ever notice
how when cartoon characters fall off a cliff, they look like little accordions
after they hit? Well, guess what. Now yer gonna find out what its like and the
last thing your ever gonna see will be my giant biceps as they crush you to
death." He let out a final little gasp, "pplleease...," but he knew his fate
and I began to push my hands together.

My biceps bulged up as I began to squeeze but I wasn't getting very far. I
intensified the pressure and I began to feel the bones of his spine grinding
against each other as my hands began together. The pressure on his spine kept
building as the strength of my mighty biceps continued to compress his torso.
I felt his body compacting under the incredible pressure of my muscles until,
he let out a final scream and his body just collapsed upon itself as his spine
exploded into pieces. All that was left of him was a pulpy lump of meat about
the size and consistency of a medium trashbag full of hamburger. I dropped the
pulpy remains of the body on top of the other two and placing my foot on top
of the pile I had constructed, I flexed my arms so that my biceps exploded
huge. I thought that I probably looked like an ancient amazon warrior standing
over her defeated male foes.

As the excitement of the fight began to wear off, I realized I had to do
something with what was left of their bodies. I looked over and saw that Mr.
Burton was still sleeping soundly, then I gathered up the bodies in my arms
and carried them towards the river. Then one by one, I raised the bodies over
my head and threw them out into the middle of the river and watched as they
floated away around the bend. I knew that a quarter mile downstream there were
some class IV rapids, and if the bodies were found downstream, their
pulverized condition would be attributed to the poundng from all the boulders
in the rapids. Anyway, chances were that the bodies would first get a good
going over by every animal from bears to ravens before the slim chance they
were ever found. Then I washed my hands in the water and turned away, back to
my little Mr. Burton.

Walking back to where Mr. Burton still lay on the ground. I picked him up and
held him cradled in my arms as I brushed the dirt from his face and hair. I
carried him over to the river and I leaned over and scooped some water up in
my hand then splashed a little bit of it in his face. He opened his a little
eyes and as he slowly came to, his eyes began to widen with fright. "Relax Mr.
Burton, its me, Monica." I said gently, as I rocked him tenderly in my arms.

"Monica? But what happened to those boys that were beating me up?" he asked.

"I don't know, Mr. Burton. When I got here, all I saw was you lying on the
ground near this car. I guess they knocked you out and then decided to head
into the woods. We had better leave before they get back." Mr. Burton nodded
rapidly in agreement to my plan and I began to carry him over to where I had
left my bike. It was only then that Mr. Burton realized that I was carrying
him in my big, powerful arms. His eyes went wide and he began to tremble. He
tried to say something, but gave up when he could only produce a babbling
noise. Instead, he lifted his hand and layed it on my arm. It was then that I
remembered that I was not wearing my oversized shirt anymore and Mr. Burton
was getting his first look at my massively muscled biceps. "Do you like what
you see, Mr. Burton?" I asked. He still couldn't speak, so he looked up at my
face and gave me a smile that told me everything. Then he laid his head
against my chest with a little sigh of joy and began to run his hand all over
my powerful arm "I'll take that as a yes." I said with as I gave him a little
kiss on the top of his head. "You don't have to worry about anything, or
anybody ever again, Mr. Burton. I'm going to take care of you from now on. I
hope you haven't gotten too settled in here, because when I graduate from
school, we're getting married and getting out of here so that I can go to
college."

Mr. Burton smiled and finally able to find his voice, he said, "I can't think
of anything that would make me happier, Monica." I gave a little squeal of
happiness and planted a big kiss right on his lips. Then I leaned over and
picked up and mounted my bike. Then I set him so that he was sitting on my big
legs so that he giggled, squealed and laughed with delight as he bounced up
and down on my legs as I peddled us both away from the river and then home.