SHELLEY 
By Michele LeMuscle, Revised by Rob Colburn colburn@hotmail.com
Shelley improves her grades


Hello, my name is Shelley and I am a 15 year old first year highschool
student. I would like to tell you that I'm not like most 15 year old girls.
There is one big difference between myself and other 15 year old girls. For
one thing, I consider myself quite sizeably muscular and very, very strong for
a girl of 15. I began lifting weights at the age of 13, after witnessing a
female bodybuilding contest on television. I watched as these women moved with
such grace, beauty, and pride. The large muscles these women possessed
enhanced everything about the powerful looking ladies. Beauty, strength, and
muscles, all in one package. Ever since then I've striven to build a
beautiful, shapely, very muscular, and very powerful physique. I love to lift
weights and I've accomplished quite a lot in the past 2 1/4 years that I've
weight trained. My biceps measure a very peaked 17 inches and being blessed
with a very full bosom my weight training has filled out my chest to a very
muscular 49 1/2 inches. My chest leads down into a very slender 22 1/2 inch
waist with a very ripped abdomen. My legs are also very, very muscular with my
thighs being a full 26 3/4 inches and finishing off with the muscles that are
my pride and joy,.....my calves,......19 1/4 inches of solid muscle. Along
with very large muscles, I've acquired an abundance of muscular strength. I've
already bench-pressed 410 lbs., and I've done one arm curls of 160 lbs. All of
this should seem quite impressive,.....after all, I'm only a 15 year old girl.

I didn't start lifting weights to become strong, but I have become
strong,.........very, very strong. The boys my age, or older for that matter,
are not even remotely close to being capable of handling the power of my
young, muscle bulging body. Fortunately, the occasions in which I've had to
prove and demonstrate my strength have been pretty rare,.....but there have
been occasions. This story is about one of those occasions, and if you like
stories about young, very strong, and very, very muscular girls,......then I
think you'll enjoy my story.

It was Monday morning and the hallways of school were as crowded as ever, as
students shuffled through lockers. The clicking of my 4 inch heels was drowned
by the hallway activity. I passed a group of boys standing around the door of
their first class. They gave me their usual greetings, " Oh yeah, pump those
muscles, baby.",..." Looking good, Shelley...",...." Hey Miss Muscle, what's
happening?",... were some of the things they said. I continued on my way to my
first class of the day,....English class. The looks I got from most of the
boys was one of desire, while some boys gave looks of disgust or fear of my
muscular body. Most of the girls didn't like me because they'd often catch
their boyfriends salivating over me as I walked by them.

Anyway, getting back to my English class, which is basically the heart of this
story. Mr. Nelson is my English teacher and he doesn't see eye to eye with me.
He thinks I'm a dumb bodybuilding blonde. Mr. Nelson disapproves of females
building up their muscles, especially as big as mine. He's always telling me
that I should wear clothes that cover up my body, especially my arms and legs.
He really gets annoyed when I wear mini-skirts and high heels, or a sleeveless
shirt. He doesn't think my muscular legs and arms should be exposed for people
to see. I like people to see my muscles, I'm very proud of my muscles. I've
worked hard to sculpt a strong, firm, muscular body. I really don't know
exactly what his problem is. Maybe I intimidate him or make him feel weak and
physically insufficient, by being young and so very muscular. Maybe he's
fearful of women.......or young girls in this case. I was an honor student in
every one of my classes, except one,.....you guessed it ...... English. Mr.
Nelson almost always graded me unfairly.

******

I walked into English class, being one of the last students in. Mr. Nelson
gave me a scorn when he saw what I was wearing. I was wearing my skin tight
white min-skirt, a very low cut white long sleeve shirt, which exposed a fair
bit of my cleavage, and my 4 inch spiked heels. He hated me wearing high heels
because they kept my calves very bulged, and he didn't approve of such
displays of muscularity. I received some whistles from the boys as I took my
seat. That was another reason Mr. Nelson didn't like me wearing such clothes.
The boys sometimes paid to much attention to my robust muscular figure during
class.

The class sat waiting as Mr. Nelson handed back our graded English reports. I
spent weeks working on my report and felt that it was a good report. I thought
it deserved a 'B', but Mr. Nelson probably gave me a 'C' or a 'D'. Mr. Nelson
reached my desk and handed me my report. " What have I told you about wearing
those types of clothes in my class, young lady.", he said, sounding fed up. "I
feel very comfortable in these clothes, Mr. Nelson.", I replied. He just gave
me a displeasing look and continued handing back reports. I looked down at my
report and was shocked by my grade, an 'F'. I became very angry. ' Okay just
calm down', I thought.

" This is a very unfair and uncalled for grade.", I shouted to him. He turned
and rushed back to my desk. " I grade them as I see them, Shelley.", he said
sternly, while staring down my top at my much exposed bustline. " Were you
planning on giving these a bad grade also?", as I took a deep breath and threw
out my chest. My breasts ballooned and put a strain on my tight shirt. "
That'll be enough of that, young lady. If you have a problem with your grade,
you can discuss it in my office after school.", he said. " But....", I tried
to

reply. " I said after school in my office, miss.", he said angrily. He turned
to finish handing back the rest of the reports and returned to his desk. I sat
there, furiously looking at my report. All that hard work, shot down by an
unfair, bitter teacher. I am usually a very gentle natured girl, but this had
gone to far. I was steaming mad and I could feel a hot surge of firmness
raging through my muscles. I thought that in his office after school I would
try and talk things out with him, and if that didn't work I knew it was time
to give Mr. Nelson a very in-depth personal introduction to my young, strong
muscles.

******

The end bell for the last class of the day had rung and school was over. I
went to the library to some homework for a while and as 4:30p.m. came around
the school was virtually empty. I left the library shortly after 4:30 and
headed for Mr. Nelson's office. The loud clicking of my spiked heels echoed
through the deserted hallways. My muscles were pumped firm by my day long
anger. I could almost feel every one of my leg muscles pulsate with each
stride. There had to be something done about my unfair grades. I had gone to
the Principal once before, but he said he couldn't anything at this time. I
don't think the Principal agreed with me being muscular, also. I knew the
matter was in my hands and I hoped Mr. Nelson and I could resolve this
rationally, but I knew that more than likely it would take some womanly
muscles to rectify the situation. I prefer more peaceful methods, but
sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I'd had plenty of
altercations with boys ranging in ages from 16 to 20, which I've handled very,
very easily, but Mr. Nelson was a 36 year old full grown man. Even though he
wasn't a very physical looking man, but very tall at 6'2" and I'd never had an
altercation with a man before, and that worried me a little.

I arrived at Mr. Nelson's office at about 4:45 and I knocked on the door. "
Come in.", he said from the office. I entered and closed the door behind me.
With a stern walk I moved to the front of the desk at which he sat. His head
was down as he graded some papers. He looked up and gave me a look of disgust
and then went back to grading the papers. " Oh,....are giving those papers
your so called grades?", I said sarcastically. His head came up quickly, "
What is the problem, Shelley!!" he snapped. "The problem is that I'm tired of
receiving unfair grades from you. I'm an honor student in all my classes but
yours. You grade me unfairly because you disapprove of me being athletic,
muscular, and strong.", I said to him. He looked me up and down. "Yes it's
true that I don't think women should be building up their muscles, especially
girls as young as you, but I grade your performance accordingly. Maybe your
being over graded in your other classes.", he said. He paused for a moment as
he looked over my physique. " Maybe you should spend less time on the steroids
and more time in your books.", he said. I didn't like that remark about the
steroids. " This body is all natural, all woman, and all muscle.", I replied
proudly. I put my books down on his desk, I wasn't going to accept another
remark like that. " Maybe so, but it still looks disgusting.", he said.
'Disgusting',..... My blood was starting to boil. I really didn't want to hurt
him, but he was starting to get out of line. I really hoped I wouldn't have to
teach him a lesson, but it looked like I might have to.

He went back to grading the papers. I picked up a brass statue from his desk.
The statue was about 15 inches long weighed about 25 lbs. " Mr. Nelson, I
think that maybe you're jealous of the fact that a 15 year old girl like me
can be so muscular and so strong.", I said as I began curling the statue. My
bicep mushroomed as I lifted the statue repeatedly. " Maybe you're afraid of a
15 year old girl being too strong for you to handle.", I said to him. His head
stayed down as he graded. He didn't see my very bulged bicep,.....maybe he
should of, for his sake. I don't think Mr. Nelson realized just how muscular I
really was.

I put the statue down on his desk. I turned to the wall to look at the various
plaques, my back was to him. " Maybe you can toss these 14 and 15 year old
boys around, but don't get smart with me because I can easily give you a sound
spanking.", he said. " Oh,.....I think I would have to see that to believe
it.", I replied, with my back still turned to him. I heard him getting up out
of his chair and then I felt his hand on my arm and he spun me around to face
him. He grabbed me firmly by my upper arms. He wasn't very built at all, not
very muscular, but at 6'2" tall he towered over my 5'5" frame. " I've got a
good mind to throw you over my knee and give you a good sound spanking!!!", he
said in anger. " Oh.............. please ....... don't hurt me,....Mr.
Nelson.", I said in a playful, babyish voice. I tensed my arms a bit, causing
my triceps to bulge beneath his hands. I continued using a babyish voice, " Oh
please ............ Mr. Nelson .......... you're such a big ..... strong .....
man, ..... and I'm just a frail ...... little girl.", I said teasingly as my
taut triceps continued to bulge and ripple beneath his now trembling hands. I
twisted my arms delicately and more muscles emerged. He was fearfully
awe-struck. " Oh, what's wrong Mr. Nelson? You're not saying very much.", I
said and tensed my arms more. My triceps became thick and solid with muscles.
He took a deep fearful swallow and his hands slid nervously off my muscle
bulged arms.

He was in a dazed fearful state. I think I had much, much more muscle than he
had thought. I put my arms behind me and threw out my chest. In his dazed
state he stood gazing at my fully enlarged breasts as they spilled out the top
of my low collar. "Awe........you're not afraid of these little 'ol muscles,
are you.", I said teasingly. I took a step back and went into a double bicep
flex. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened at the sight of my 17 inch
biceps. He just stood there in awe, gazing at my very peaked biceps. "Don't be
............. afraid of ............. my muscles. My muscles ........ are
nice.", I said as I flexed harder. My biceps expanded by at least another 1/2
inch each, the fabric of my sleeves getting tighter. My muscles seemed very
size enhanced for some reason. He became entranced by my enormous biceps.
"Here let me show you.", I said as I brought his hand up and lay atop my
flexed bicep. I pumped my bicep over and over. " Mmmmmmm........don't my
muscles feel ...... nice ....", I said seductively. I always felt great
pleasure when flexing my muscles. He began caressing my firmly peaked bicep. "
Oooooooo.........that feels sooooo.........good, doesn't it, Mr. Nelson. Just
look at how much ....mmmmmuscle is in that arm.....mmmmmmm......", I said
erotically, flexing my arm into muscular hardness. He continued to caress
nearly solidified bicep. "Mmmmmm ...... such bigggg ..... mmmmmmmuscles .....
for such a ... young girl.", I added seductively. He became very aroused by my
young bulging muscles. I brought my other arm up and flexed it also. He began
to caress my other bicep, too. He was nearly foaming at the mouth as he stroke
my big hard muscles. " Ohhhhhhh ......... yessssss .......", I moaned as I
flexed my biceps again and again. With the repetitive flexing I was pumping my
biceps into an iron-like stiffness and he was enjoying every second of it.
"You shouldn't be frightened of my muscles just because they're sooooooo .....
bigggggg .... and sooooo ...... ssssssstrong ....", I said, flexing hard.
Veins criss-crossed my arms as my bulging muscles stretched my shirt to its
limit.

" I just love being a ..... mmmmmmmmuscular girl .... ooohhhh ..., but you
don't like muscular girls, do you? That's a real shame, because I don't like
the grades I've been getting in your class. I think we'll have to do something
to solve that little problem, Mr. Nelson.", I said with an angry expression.
The smile of enjoyment quickly ran from his face as he took his hands off my
biceps. " You little tease!!", he said and then slapped me in the face. The
slap didn't hurt me at all. "Mr. Nelson!!!!,...striking a little girl. That
wasn't very nice. You should be ashamed of yourself.", I said, then tensed my
entire body. My body bulged and rippled with muscles throughout. My
muscle-pulsating body changed his look to one of terror. " Let's just see what
little girls......are really made of, huh....", I said with a smile. I grabbed
him by the arms and kneed him soundly in the stomach. He cringed in pain and I
let go of his arms. He was in a lot of pain as he slowly fell forward. I took
a step back and as he fell forward his head conveniently landed between my
slightly opened thighs. I crossed my feet and my thighs locked around his
neck. This was completely unintentional, my legs just seem to do it naturally.
I had read how women use their legs to overpower men, but I had never
experienced for myself. " Well now,....isn't this an interesting situation?",
I said.

I wasn't squeezing at all and he struggled to pull his head out, but it was
securely entrapped by my taut muscular thighs. He then pounded his fists on my
muscle-hard thighs. I looked down and raised my tiny skirt.
"Oh...you...naughty, naughty boy.", I said. I adjusted my legs and got some
proper balance. " That wasn't very nice of you, pounding your fists on my
thighs, Mr. Nelson.", I said. Then with a very gentle exertion I squeezed ever
so lightly. He groaned loudly in pain. 'Wow', I thought to myself. I gradually
squeezed just a little bit tighter. He moaned loudly once again. To my
amazement my thighs were becoming very bloated with muscles. I ran my hand
across my taut thigh and it felt as hard a rock.

" Oooooooo ...... this ..... feels ...... sooooo ........... ggggoood
.......", I moaned with pleasure. I don't know what was coming over me, I was
getting turned on by all this. I never felt like that before.

" Now, what were you saying about spanking me, Mr. Nelson?", I said as I
squeezed a bit harder. He bellowed loudly as he squirmed to break free of my
leg-lock. Even though I was only using a very, very small percentage of my leg
power he couldn't break free. I was becoming very aroused by the use of my leg
muscles. My nipples swelled and hardened. I squeezed a bit more and my thighs
swelled with rippling muscles. "Mmmmmm....", I moaned ecstatically. The
swelling muscles felt very good. Nothing had ever brought out my thigh muscles
like this before. I was truly enjoying myself. I caressed my thighs as they
pulsated with rock-hard muscles.

I had never had a male in such a helpless position, and it felt good. I turned
up the squeeze a bit more. My continuingly enlarging thighs began forming a
painful airtight seal around his bruised neck. I twisted and turned my legs,
squeezing harder. " Oooooo ...... mmmmmm ..... yessssss .....", I moaned again
with ecstasy. He began gasping for air as the ongoing swelling thigh muscles
began smothering over his cheeks. His squirming weakened. "This is
incredible", I thought. I was barely using a quarter of my leg strength and he
was already rendered powerless by my potent thigh muscles. I squeezed some
more, "Ooooooo......", I moaned as my thighs were petrifying. I was so aroused
by this time that my nipples were nearly piercing through my shirt. I touched
my nipples and they felt like two long rifle bullets. I don't know why
squeezing his head between my thighs was turning me on,.....and I really
didn't care,....because it felt too good.

His arms now dangled limply at his side. With my feet still crossed I spread
open my thighs a few inches. His head slid unopposing, down between my muscle
broadened legs. He was numb from the muscle squeezing of my thighs, and now I
wanted to see what my 19+ inch calves were capable of. His head slid down and
now lay between my calves. It felt so satisfying to muscularly dominate Mr.
Nelson. All this squeezing was really bringing all my leg muscles into vivid
prominence. My muscles had never bulged and rippled like this before and I
knew there was a massive reserve of muscles I hadn't tapped into yet, but the
day was young.

I placed my hands on his desk for balance as his head lay dazed between my
huge calves. I tensed my calves intensely for a quick split- second. The
sudden volcanic upsurge of my calf muscles caused him to jolt in pain. "
Mmmmmm.........How's that for muscles, Mr. Nelson?", I said teasingly. I gave
him a few more eruptive jolts from my calves and each time, his body recoiled
in pain. I giggled playfully as I slammed my jagged calves into his face a few
more times. "It's a shame Mrs. Nelson doesn't have muscles like this. I'm sure
she would take great pleasure in disciplining you on a daily basis.", I said.
I stood up on my toes and my tremendously expanding calves compressed his
cheeks harshly. " My, my, my,.......those are very big and very solid muscles,
wouldn't you say so,....Mr. Nelson.", I said proudly. He was too weak and to
smothered in muscle to give any kind of a reply. I pumped up and down on my
toes, milking more and more muscle from my calves. He cried out in pain as my
calves expanded with a boundless stockpile of muscle.

" Oooooooo ....... this .... feels ..... ssssoooooo ..... gggoooooood ....
mmmmmm .....!!!!!!! .....You can't imagine how satisfying this is .....
Ooooooo ...", I moaned with orgasmic ecstasy. I continued up and down on my
toes. My calves were becoming unbelievably massive, they had to be over 21
inches by now, ......I couldn't believe all the muscle my legs were
generating. My calves hardened into jagged rocks of muscles, that crushed his
face brutally.

I came down on my heels. Going up and down on my calves had made them immense
and solid. I twisted and turned my lower legs and the rippling muscles ground
into his battered and bruised face. He didn't even have the strength to moan
in pain. I then bent my right leg upward, trapping his head between my calf
and hamstring. He moaned faintly in pain. I grabbed my heel and slowly pulled
it upward, crushing his head between the two huge muscles, my calf and
hamstring. He jolted in pain. I pulled my heel up some more and flexed my calf
extremely hard. The resulting explosion of muscle sent him into painful
convulsions. "Mmmmmmmmmmm........", I moaned with muscular ecstasy. I flexed
my foot up and down repeatedly, pumping more and more muscle into my calf. My
calf just kept swelling and swelling with muscle and I was in an almost
uncontrollable state of muscle lust. My calf ballooned to mammoth proportions,
..... over 23 inches around, easily. His face and neck crackled from the power
of my massive, massive calf. I pulled up very hard on my heel and his face was
vanishing between my monstrous muscles. He was in wild convulsions of pain.
Suddenly my shoe slipped off and my leg snapped back to the ground. He fell
almost lifeless to the floor. It's a good thing my shoe came off or I might
have broken his neck. I didn't want to hurt him too severely.

I had a truly gratifying feeling in physically humiliating him. He laid
semi-conscious on the floor while I caressed my behemoth leg muscles. I was in
an erotic state, probably due to my incredibly expanded muscles. Every time I
flexed my legs, I could hear a soft tearing sound. To my surprise, I noticed
that my mini-skirt had started to tear slightly at the seams due to the
immensity of my thighs. I rolled my skirt up to my waist, exposing my sexy
high-cut thong panties, so that my muscles wouldn't do any more damage to it.
I then bent over and pulled him up by the scruff of his collar and stood his
limp body up. He was very groggy and glossy eyed, but he was slowly coming out
of it. His face, reddened and bruised by my hard muscles, and this battered
and humiliated man was not yet finished feeling the wrath of my young muscles.
"You sure are giving me a good spanking, Mr. Nelson.", I said jokingly.
Holding him up with one hand, I flexed my other bicep. "It's a shame you
didn't take better notice of these muscles, you might have saved yourself all
this pain and humiliation,.....unless you're enjoying it.", I said.

I pumped and pumped my bicep into muscular steel. My erotic state also had an
expanding effect on my biceps. My 17 inch bicep was now easily over 19 inches.
" Oooohhhhh ..... mmmmmmy ..... just look at that .... bbbbig ........
bbbbbicep....", I said and took a firm hold of his scruff. I threw a hard
punch that hit him square in the nose and snapped his head back violently. I
gave him another solid punch to the nose and spewed blood. Then about a half
dozen rapid punches to the stomach. As he cringed forward in pain I gave a
thunderous uppercut that sent him hurling over his desk. I couldn't believe
how easy it was. I had handled older boys before, but this was a full grown
man and I was manhandling him like a rag doll,.....and it felt good.

A few minutes had passed and he staggered to his feet, wiping his bloodied
nose. He stumbled around his desk, his face black and blue from my muscleful
knuckles. He staggered towards me, stumbling all over himself. " You little
bitch!!!!", he yelled as he threw a feeble attempt of a punch, which I easily
dodged. He tried again and I eluded his punch once more. " No, no,
no,.....you're just not getting it, are you? It's like this....", I said as I
threw 5 or 6 fast punches, all making contact with his face and snapping his
head back each time. He swayed in a drunk-like manner after the rapid punches.
I hopped up and sat on his desk. I placed my heels on his chest, and using my
legs like steel springs I propelled into the wall about 25 feet behind him.

I was still sitting on his desk as he stumbled to his feet again a few moments
later. He groggily looked at me with one eye open. I gave him an enticing
smile an then crossed my legs. Every muscle in my legs rippled. " Do you still
want more of these muscles?", I asked, caressing the mountain range of muscles
in my thighs. " I'll fix ... you ...", he said stumbling and staggering toward
me. I raised my legs and spread them wide open. I then tensed my legs as hard
as I could. The result was tidal waves of muscles running up and down my legs.
" Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......", I moaned as flexed every single muscle in my legs
into absolute solid steel. My thighs had surpassed 30 inches at least as he
ran towards me. " That a boy....come to mama....oooooo....", I said, as he ran
right into my awaiting pillars of muscle. " Oooooo ...... baby ...... I like
this...", I said as I started to squeeze. " No.....plea....st....", he
whimpered, from between my compressed thighs. I mustered up some more muscle
from within my thighs to smother over his whining lips. He grew weak once
more. "Shall I show just how powerful these legs are, Mr. Nelson?", I asked.

" N....no......mmo....p...pl....", he faintly whispered. "Your lips say no,
but your eyes say yes.", I said as I tightened my legs like a huge vice. My
thighs inflated with muscle-wrenching power. His body went into a rage of
convulsions once again. His eyes became watery and bugged out and it appeared
as if his oxygen supply was being cut off by my strangling muscles. I
throttled up on my thigh muscles, sending waves and waves of muscles up and
down my legs. " Am I going to be getting fair grades from you?, I asked. "
Y...yesss...yesss...", he muttered. " Are you sure? ", I asked as I ground my
muscle bloated, rock-hard thighs into his neck. "Yes .... yesss ..... I .....
pr .... promise ..", he cried out. I gave him one more thunderous burst of
thigh muscles, just to make sure he got the message.

I spread open my legs gently and his head slid out slowly from between my
mighty thighs. He sat groggily on the floor, rubbing his numbed and bruised
neck. I placed my foot on his shoulder, with my calf right in front of his
eyes. "I'd say these muscles definitely earned an 'A+' today, wouldn't you say
Mr. Nelson?", I said, flexing my calf. He stared fearfully at my throbbing
calf. I hopped off his desk and stood in front of him as he still sat
recovering on the floor. My thighs were at eye level to him. "I know I'm not
the perfect student, but all I ask for is fair grades. Are you in the right
frame of mind now?", I said. " Oh yes, yes.", he replied. I tensed my thighs
and they erupted in mammoth muscles, expanding outward and pressing into his
face. " I really hope you see things right. If you don't, these muscles will
pay you another visit.", I said. He began kissing my muscle packed thigh. "
Yes my queen, I will do as you ask.", he replied as he adoringly kissed my
muscle-stiffened thigh. "I hope so.", I said while tensing my thigh harder. My
thigh expanded with huge mounds of bulging muscles. "Oh yes, yes, yes, my
muscular and powerful queen.", he said, kissing my mountainous thigh. He
caressed my legs while kissing the muscles of my thighs. " My, my,......looks
like you do like girls with muscles, after all.", I said, placing my hand
behind his head and manoeuvring it all around my swollen muscular thigh. His
face glided over the deep cuts and deep gorges of my muscles. Then with a firm
grip I held his face in place while I flexed my thigh. His head snapped back
from the punching muscles. "I've read somewhere about men who worship muscular
females. I think I would like some of that right now.", I said to him. I
picked up a measuring tape that was on his desk and handed it to him. I
gestured to my thigh and wrapped the tape around my thigh. I tensed my thigh
and the tape quickly tightened. " Wow!!!!!!!.......31 inches!!!!", he said in
awe. " Is that all? Here try it now.", I said, flexing my thigh very, very
hard. Muscles lifted , separated, and expanded, and my thigh became a huge
mass of striated muscles. He took a deep swallow, " Oh my,......34 1/2
inches...", he said as he felt the monstrous muscles that ran across my thigh
like steel cables. " Mmmmmmmm.............I love being muscular....", I said
erotically.

I turned my back to him and he wrapped the tape around my calf. " Oh my, this
can't be right,......23inches...", he said in amazement. " I don't think
that's right either, Mr. Nelson.", I said and then stood high up on my toes.
My calf jutted out so huge and so fast that it snapped the tape right out of
his hand. He quickly picked up the tape and wrapped it around my muscle peaked
calf. " Holy cow!!!!!!........26 inches!!!!", he said in shock. He bent down
and repeatedly kissed my solidly inflated calf. I bounced up and down on my
toes, pumping up my calf even more. He was tremendously aroused as he
enjoyably indulged in fondling my muscle-petrified calf. His kissing then
slowly ran up my legs. He stood up and glared at my large, firm, and globular
breasts. I threw my chest out slightly and my boobs grew with muscular
expansion, spilling even more out the top of my shirt. At this rate my breasts
might tear open my shirt, I thought. My protruding nipples stared right back
at him. "You want to measure everything, don't you, you muscle-horny boy.", I
said in a child-like voice. I put my arms in the air and he reached behind to
wrap the tape around my chest. His face pressed into my solid unyielding
breasts and I giggled playfully as he struggled to reach around me. After a
few moments of struggling he finally brought the tape around to measure my
chest. "Are we ready?", I said. He took a firm hold of the tape, remembering
what happened when measuring my calves. I took a solid and very, very deep
breath. My breasts ballooned tremendously and put my shirt on the brink of
destruction. " Wow, wow, wow!!!!!......just over 50 inches!!!", he said with
glee. " Excuse me....", I said as I took in more air and tensed my chest
mightily. A 3 or 4 inch tear opened in my shirt next to my breasts as they
inflated and then solidified with rippling, rippling muscles. "
Oh.....my......g......56 inches.", he said with his mouth watering. He put the
tape over his shoulder and reached for my rock-hard breasts. I slapped his
hands down just before they reached my chest. " Ah, ah, ah,........You haven't
earned these.", I said, referring to my breasts,........but you have earned
these.", I said flexing my biceps. He quickly grabbed the tape and flung it
around my unflexed bicep. " Oooooo.......17 inches, unflexed.", he said. My
arms were already bigger than they normally were as were all my muscles on
that day. I gave him a very erotic look as I put my free arm behind my head.
Then I sensually lashed my tongue around my lips and began to flex the arm
with the tape around it,......very, very slowly. " Oh....my.....18
inches....19 inches....", he counted off as my bicep grew and grew. " ......20
inches......21 inches......", he continued. " Mmmmmmm.........", I moaned in
erotic pleasure as I was in a state of muscle lust for my own muscles. Again
the sound to ripping fabric could be heard.

"......22 inches.......23 inches....", he said ecstatically. I was about 3/4
of the way up in my flex and my bicep had already surpassed the size of the
most muscular men. " .......24 inches.......24 1/2 inches...", he said as I
completed the flex. " My word, these are the most incredible muscles I've ever
witnessed he said. The tape was still around my arm, so I pumped my bicep over
and over. Reaching from deep within, my arm was producing more muscle from
what seemed to be an endless reserve of muscles. Pumping and milking my arm
for every last ounce of muscle, my engorged bicep broke through my sleeve! A
gorgous mound of tan muscle grew before our eyes and my tight sleeve could
contain it no more! He took a look at the tape. He rubbed his eyes and took
another look. " Holy muscles........ 27 inches.", he said, panting. " Not bad
for a 15 year old girl, huh?", I said with muscular pride. He dropped the tape
and caressed and fondled my gigantic bicep. There was no way for him to fit
both hands around the monstrous muscle as he enjoyed my biceps. Humiliating
Mr. Nelson had broadened my muscles to super-human proportions, much to my
satisfaction, and his also. I pulled my frothing teacher away from my bicep
and felt it was time for a lesson review. I put my hand on top of his head and
slowly pushed him down. I scraped his face across my bumpy and very ripped
abdomen. I pushed down till he reached my thigh. I pulled his head back and
looked at him enticingly. " Don't forget these muscles in here.", I said,
causing my inner thighs to pulsate with muscles. He gazed adoringly, but that
look ran from his face when I thrust his head between my thighs. " What are
you doing!!!!", he cried out. " This is just a reminder of why I came here
today, in case you forget.", I said, slamming my thighs in and out. After 7 or
8 hard crunches I pulled his head out and threw him on his butt. " Well, I
think you've been taught a proper lesson.", He looked up at me with his face
battered and bruised. " I may be only a 15 year old girl, but remember
this.....", I said as I tensed my entire body. My young body erupted with
hundreds of bulges and ripples of muscles." (gulp)....I won't forget those
muscles...", he said.

Putting my hands under his armpits I lifted right off the ground as if he
weighed 10 lbs. Seems my erotic state had amplified my strength a few fold
also. I walked over to his chair and set him down. I rolled my skirt back down
over my bloated thighs. I stepped back around to the front of the desk. " Just
remember.....", I said as I did a short erotic posedown for him. I flexed my
biceps, my legs, and a few side chest poses. " These muscles can either be
cherished or feared,......the choice is yours, Mr. Nelson.", I said. He
hurried around the desk, dropped to his knees and hugged and kissed my thighs.
" Oh Shelley, your muscles have brought me out of the closet. I love muscular
girls. I love your big, beautiful muscles.", he said, hugging my thighs. "
Okay, that's enough for today.", I said as I stood him up. " You just give me
fair grades and we'll see what we can about these muscles paying you another
pleasant visit.", I said. I picked him up like a little boy once more and sat
on his desk. I grabbed my books from his desk and turned for the door. When I
reached the door I turned to him. He sat there looking at me like a frail
little boy, with his face battered and bruised from my muscles. He looked at
me adoringly as I turned and walked out of his office.

******

I walked through the empty halls feeling like I'd never felt before. I had
never totally dominated and humiliated a man like I had just done. It was a
great.....sensual.....powerful feeling of satisfaction. My body was massively
pumped and rock, rock-hard. Deep down inside I hoped I would have another
opportunity to totally thrash, pummel, and humiliate another man again. Maybe
Mr. Nelson would still give me unfair grades and I would have to give him
another disciplinary visit, but I don't think Mr. Nelson would do that, not
after that session of muscular dominance.

******

Mr. Nelson didn't return to school for a couple of weeks. That's how long it
took for the bruises to fade. When he did return I got the grades I deserved
and more. My muscles had already earned an 'A+', and with all the 'A's I
received from Mr. Nelson I became an honor student in English,.....and I owe
it all to my muscles. Oh yeah,.....my muscles returned to their normally huge
size, but my muscles have seen some more action since then, as you can find
out in my other stories.

THE END