Caroline the shy Musclegirl
by glen102
Caroline isn't all she seems...


It was never easy changing schools. Having to leave behind old friends,
teachers and enemies. Meeting new ones. Well, hopefully not new enemies, but
you know what I mean. Anyway, my name is Pete and I was 18 when I changed
school for the last time. Pretty awkward, but I saw it coming. My mother's job
meant we had to move to a different city most every 4 years. Just long enough
make lifelong friends, before I lost them.

This time around I got in with a nice group early on. I was easy to get along
with, so always settled in pretty well. Our little clan was a mixture of boys
and girls, all 18, and as was usual with my friends, we were the oddball
group. Not geeks or anything, just not trendy enough for the in-crowd or
sporty enough for the jocks. Pretty average, all told.

My best friend so far was Brian. He was 6' 5 compared to the 5' 4 God saw fit
to give me, but it didn't matter. We always talked about teenage boy stuff,
like films and football. But I never felt comfortable talking to him about
women. He was into the supermodel types, tall skinny women (with admittedly
beautiful faces), but they never appealed to me. Though I'd never told another
soul, I was a fan of powerful women. Women with muscles. His ideal woman was
5' 9, with an angelic face, long golden hair skinny but with big breasts. My
ideal woman was about 5' 9, with an angelic face, long golden hair, 20 inch
biceps, an eight-pack of steel hard abs, legs like tree trunks and calves as
big as my head. And with breasts covering hard pecs which jump and twitch with
every movement. He wanted someone to be look up to his manly strength. I
wanted someone who could break a baseball bat in half. As I said, we had
different tastes.

The rest of our group consisted of a boy, Graham, and 3 girls, Rebecca, Gemma
and Caroline. Graham was the clever one, a quiet kind of guy. Rebecca was tall
(5' 10) and quite good looking. She was the one Graham and Brian fancied.
Gemma was a little shorter at 5' 7, and wasn't as thin as Rebecca. She had
gorgeous dyed red hair and a lovely smile. Caroline was the shy one, usually
not saying much, but she was my favourite. She was the same height as me, and
while it was hard to tell under the long dark hair, big nerdy glasses and
jumper, looked to me to be the best looking of the bunch. If only she would
take her damn glasses and sweater off I could see, but she always refused to.
Keeping up her image as the shy one, I guessed.

I used to fantasize about all three girls. I pictured each young face on top
of a bodybuilder's body, with strength far beyond mine. I'd picture them doing
weights, curling 80 pounds in each hand, biceps bulging from their arms. Then
they'd let me feel their pumped biceps, and I'd be shocked at how well
developed they were for 18 year old girls. I'd test them by punching them, but
they would be as hard as rock. I'd take metal bars and hit them, but they
would not be fazed. Then they'd flex and pose for me all night.

But anyway, all this was far from reality. They seemed, to my dismay, normal
18 year old girls. Maybe Rebecca, being the tallest of the bunch, might be
fairly strong, but I doubted her thin frame held any real muscle.

One sunny afternoon after school, we all met up as usual outside the gates. I
was on my bike as usual, as was Brian. Often we went back to Caroline's house
for a while, seeing as she only lived with her Dad and he worked until late in
the evening most days.

"Are we going back to yours, Caroline?" Rebecca asked.

Caroline nodded.

"Sure." said Gemma.

"I'm in." I said.

"Not me, my Bro wants me to help decorate his new flat" said Brian. "And
where's Graham?"

"Oh, he went home halfway through PE. He took a fall during football and
twisted his ankle pretty badly." I explained.

"Okay then. Looks like it's just you and the girls, Pete." said Rebecca with a
wink. I laughed, knowing that she was just kidding with me. None of the 3
girls fancied me, of that I was certain.

When we got to Caroline's house we all sat round the kitchen table for some
food. I had put my bike in the corner, as I had forgotten my D-Lock and didn't
want to risk having it stolen from the back garden. We always had a snack
before we did anything else. I suppose we were just ravenous teenagers. We
decided on a nice healthy salad for a change, seeing as we usually ate junk
food and it had been such a warm day that we didn't fancy anything hot.

"I'll get the pickled onions" said Rebecca. "Ow...damn it!" She was having
trouble unscrewing the lid. "Guys, can I get a hand here?"

"I'll get it." said Gemma. She tried but to no avail. Still, it was a nice
sight, seeing her strain to open the jar. Brian would be up there in a flash
to show off his strength, I thought.

"Hey Pete, you're the strong man around here." and Gemma threw me the jar. I
caught it and tried to unscrew it, but it was a little tight. I strained a bit
but to no avail. This was getting a little embarassing. "Nope. Stuck fast."

"Can I try?" Caroline took the jar. We smiled as she started to turn the lid.
Our smiles turned to shocked faces as she twisted the lid right off!

"Heh, Pete must have nearly had it off."

"Yeah, I reckon." I said, knowing full well it was as tight when I handed it
to her as when Rebecca first picked it off the shelf.

While we were eating I noticed that Caroline kept looking at my arm. I
couldn't guess what she was thinking. Maybe wondering why she could open the
pickle jar and I couldn't.

After we'd finished, we tried to think of something to do. Gemma suggested
watching TV, which wasn't popular. Rebecca suggested some basketball in her
yard, but as she said it the rain came down. Now we needed something to do
indoors, and there was only the TV with 150 channels and nothing good on.

"Umm.." said Caroline. We all stared expectantly. She looked a little
embarassed. "Well, erm...how about armwrestling?" I was shocked! And happy
too! I'd always wanted a test of strength against the girls, just to see how
strong they really were, but the chance had never come up before. At last!
What if one of them beat me? What if ALL of them beat me?

"Yeah, okay!" I said, a little too enthusiastically.

"Okay then," agreed Rebecca "and seeing as Pete could probably beat us all
with our two hands against his one, we should make a little wager. All three
of us armwrestle Pete. If he beats us all, we are his slaves for the rest of
the day. If any of us beat him, he is our slave. Agreed?"

Now I was in good shape, and strong for my height. I did football at weekends
and weights three times a week. It would be nice if the girls turned out to be
strong, but I seriously doubted that any of them could beat me in an
armwrestle.

"Agreed." I said.

"Okay then, I'll go first." Rebecca put her arm down on the table. I took it.

"I hope you're feeling strong." she said, squeezing my hand harder than I
expected. Gemma told us to go.

I immediately pushed with about half my maximum pressure. Rebecca, though,
seemed to be going all out from the start, and she pushed me down to about
half way. I gritted my teeth and pushed her back to the middle. She was still
going all out, and I was surprised to find that it was taking most of my
strength to hold her off. But slowly she tired, and I eased into full power.
Her arm moved towards the table, and about an inch away she collapsed totally
and I won.

"Whew, you were feeling strong!" she said. I blushed a little.

"You're pretty strong, for a girl" I said.

"Thanks!"

"Okay, me next!" said Gemma

"Watch out, Gem, he's pretty strong" advised Rebecca

"Oh, I think I can take him" replied Gemma and flexed her bicep, sadly under
her long sleeved top.

"Ready? Go!"

I wasn't going to be surprised again. I immediately pushed with all my
strength, and Gemma's arm moved toward the table slowly. But she gritted her
teeth halted my progress.

"Nnngh...stronger than I thought..." she murmured. I was confused...it was
like she really did expect to beat me!

I was starting to panic. She was starting to push my arm back up, and I was
going all out. Her face was bright red and she strained harder and harder.
Gemma had me back to the start position, and I was beginning to tire. But then
I felt her arm reduce its resistance. Like Rebecca, she didn't quite have the
stamina to take me down all the way, and I slowly managed to push her arm to
the table.

"Yow, you surprised me Pete!"

"Not as much as you surprised me! You must have some muscles under that top of
yours..." I was hoping she would show me if I raised her spirits enough, but
it didn't work.

"Haha, muscles, girls don't have muscles silly." and she smiled cutely. Damn
damn damn!

"We have one competitor left. Come on, Caroline, there's a lot at stake!" I'd
been worried before, but not now. Caroline was smaller than Gemma, so she
wouldn't be too much of a threat. But there was a lot riding on this battle,
so I made my mind up to go all out again from the start. We locked hands. Her
grip was light compared to the other two girls. This was going to be too easy.
I almost felt sorry for Caroline already. Rebecca started us off.

"On your marks. Get set. Go!"

I pushed down, and could feel that Caroline wasn't very strong at all. Bang
goes that fantasy. I pushed at about three-quarter strength so as not to
embarass her, but still quickly approached the tabletop. But then she looked
at me and smiled oddly. My hand stopped dead. It was like I'd hit a barrier of
some kind. I looked down and saw that her hand had stopped dead half an inch
from the table. I'd expect to beat even Brian from this position, but her hand
just would not budge! I was panicking now! I looked at her face. She was
smiling at me. She started pushing my hand up...

"Caroline," I blurted, "you're so strong!"

"Of course I am." And with that she quickly slammed my hand onto the tabletop,
hurting my knuckles and my elbow joint, as well as my pride. I held my arm.

"Wow, that was impressive!" said Rebecca. "We didn't think you'd beat him THAT
easily!"

Now I could see. They set me up! They knew Caroline would beat me, and they
raised the stakes because of their confidence. I was angry.

"Well now," said Gemma, "looks like we have our own personal slave."

"Want to know how I won, Pete?" said Caroline. I just stared, still shocked at
her strength. Caroline took off her jumper. Underneath was the most incredible
body I'd ever seen on a human being, never mind a young girl! It wasn't that
she was the most muscular woman I'd ever seen, not by a long way, but the
shape of her muscles, the way they bulged out with her every movement, the way
her womanly breasts pushed against her sports bra, the fact that there seemed
not to be any fat on her body at all...well...I was aghast. My second wish
came true, and she took off her glasses. As I suspected, she was astoundingly
beautiful. I'd never seen such a cute face in all my life. She looked like an
angel.

"You seem surprised, Pete. Tell me, why did you think you could beat me?"

"You're a girl" was all I could think to say. Caroline's smile turned into a
grimace and she tensed her pecs. I could see every fibre twitching under her
skin. No wonder she beat me so easily.

"Well, it looks like our slave needs a little education on just how strong a
girl can be."

Suddenly I felt an arm around my neck. It was Rebecca, and she was holding me
tight! I tried to pull her arm off, but even both of mine couldn't match her
one! She dragged me out of the chair and turned me round to face Gemma.

"Gemma," said Rebecca "show Pete what Caroline means."

"Sure thing." Gemma took off her jumper. She was muscular too! Not as defined
as Caroline, but even bigger. She had unbelieveably big arms, they must have
been 16 inches or so. Her forearms looked so powerful! Gemma walked over to my
bike. She grabbed the front wheel in both hands. And she crushed it. She
actually crushed the wheel into a sort of egg timer shape with her bare hands!
Then she strode over to me. Rebecca released her grip and shoved me towards
Gemma, who grabbed a fist full of my t-shirt at the collar.

"Sorry for teasing you in the armwrestling, Pete. I could have beaten you
without trying, but where's the fun in that?" She pushed me backwards with one
arm, and I went flying. I stumbled and fell over from the force of the push.
The girls laughed at me. Caroline stood up and walked over to me. She stood
over me and slowly raised her arms into a double biceps pose. Her arms weren't
as thick as Gemma's, but the way her biceps rose up from nothing into a sharp
peak turned me on.

"You like my muscles, don't you?" I nodded, afraid that if I lied she would
hurt me. And she could definitely hurt me.

"Let's take him downstairs, girls." Rebecca took her top off now. Though I was
expecting it, I was still shocked to see that she too was exceptionally
muscular. She was as big as Gemma, but scaled up to her taller frame. She had
great abs, which looked hard even relaxed. She walked over and grabbed my
right arm, putting her hand round my bicep.

"Wow, you really are a weed!" She squeezed my arm hard, and I winced. "Try
squeezing mine!" I did as she said, and she flexed her bicep hard. It was
hard, much harder than my own. I couldn't hurt her no matter how hard I
squeezed.

"Hit it." I looked at her. "Go on, punch my bicep, as hard as you can."

I saw that she was deadly serious. Here was my chance to restore some of my
pride, handed to me on a plate! I pulled my clenched fist back and hit her arm
with all my strength.

"Pathetic! I hardly felt it! GOD it feels good to be so much stronger than
you!" Rebecca grabbed both of my shoulders and started to crush them with her
mighty hands! It hurt so much, I couldn't even yell!

"Rebecca! Stop playing with him and come downstairs!" That was Caroline
calling from the entrance to the basement. Rebecca angrily let go and dragged
me towards Caroline. It was odd, but Caroline, the smallest of the three,
seemed to be in charge. Gemma or Rebecca could beat her to a pulp, but she
ordered them around like lackeys. Weird.

I was dragged down the stairs to the basement. There was a lot of gym
equipment down there. Gemma was already doing some curls with what looked like
55 pounds. Her arms bulged with every rep. She smiled at me watching her arm.
Caroline was just finishing changing in the corner, and was tying her hair
back into a ponytail. Now she was wearing a blue sports bra, lycra shorts,
trainers and sport socks. At last I could see the whole of her amazing body!
Her thighs were nice and big, again not massive but ripped to perfection. Her
abs looked permanently tensed, so beautifully defined and symmetric....I
wanted to touch them so badly, feel how hard they were, feel the seperations
between them. But the real stars of the show, so to speak, were her calves.
They were massive. Even though her thighs weren't truly enormous, her calves
must have been 15 inches round, and looked spectacular. It gave her legs a
look of frightening power. No wonder she never wore a skirt! And the whole
lower half was topped off beautifully by a very cute rear end which looked
great in those shorts. She took my breath away.

Rebecca and Gemma changed too, into similar clothes, while Caroline started
doing curls too. I had been told to stay put against the wall, and I wasn't
about to argue with any of these musclegirls. Any of them could beat me to a
pulp without even trying, even Caroline. All three together...well, I'd be
killed.

Then I noticed what Caroline was curling. 60 pounds! That was more than Gemma!
But...she looked too small to curl that many for reps. Gemma must have been
holding back. Gemma and Rebecca were whispering to each other. Rebecca cleared
her throat.

"Caroline...Gemma just remembered she left Pete's bike in the kitchen. What if
someone walks in and sees it?"

"So? Fix it."

"But," said Gemma, "I don't think I'd be strong enough to bend it back into
shape, not perfectly. Could you do it?"

Caroline sighed. "Yes, okay, I'll be back in a few. I'll get myself a drink
while I'm there." She put down her dumbell and went back upstairs. The other
two girls looked at me.

"Come here, slave." said Gemma. I walked over. They were scaring me. "Show us
your biceps, slave." I rolled both sleeves up and flexed, my dignity now
totally destroyed. I'd thought my arms weren't bad, but compared to these two
I was small, weak and laughable.

"Aww, poor little guy. Doesn't know what it's like to be powerful." said
Rebecca. "Let's show him!" And they both hit double biceps right in front of
me. It was an awesome sight. Here were two teenage bodybuilders, with muscles
that would shame almost any man of the same age. And they had me trapped here.

"Mmmm, feels good to be so hard!" said Gemma. "Punch me in the abs, Pete." I
hesitated. After what happened with Rebecca's bicep I was sure to be
humiliated. Gemma grabbed my throat with one hand and squeezed hard enough to
make it hard to breath. "Hit me, or I'll kill you."

"Okay!" I managed to say.

Gemma stood with her hands on her hips. Her abs weren't nearly as defined as
Caroline's.....but then she tensed them. 6 bricks of muscle stood out from her
midriff. I pulled back and hit her, putting as much behind the punch as I
could.

"Yaaaaarrrgh!" I'd hurt my wrist, as well as my knuckles. I hurt my hand
hitting a girl! It was mind-blowing. Gemma just stood there laughing. How
could a teenage girl be hard enough so that someone punching her would hurt
their hand? Incredible.

I looked up from holding my wrist and saw a blur heading for my stomach.

"Wooooouuuurrr..." Gemma punched me in the stomach ten times harder than I
just had. And with my stomach nowhere near the rock hardness of hers, I was
winded badly. I thought I was going to throw up.

"Wow!" said Gemma. "I didn't think I could punch THAT hard!" I was still
doubled over.

"Let me try, " said Rebecca. She punched me on the back with all her strength.
The power of the blow made her fist feel like steel. Any harder and she could
have broken bones with that punch. I collapsed onto the floor, winded, feeling
like I'd been hit on the back with a crowbar.

"My god, we almost killed him!" said Rebecca.

"Shit, if Caroline sees what we did..." said Gemma.

"Don't worry", Rebecca flexed her mighty arms, "we'll teach her a lesson if
she complains."

That moment, the cellar door opened. Caroline was back. She'd always secretly
had a crush on me and had intended that today she could show off her body to
me and prove she wasn't a nerd.

She saw Pete in a heap on the ground.

"Pete! You...what did you do?" said Caroline, nearly in tears.

"We beat the crap out of him. If you don't like it, you can try and stop us."
said Gemma. She stood firm and tensed every muscle in her body.

"Yeah. You'll have to stop both of us." said Rebecca.

"I...I trained you! I showed you both how strong girls can be! And this is how
you repay me? By beating up the guy I have a crush on?"

I couldn't believe what I had heard. This beautiful, strong girl liked me! The
feeling was all too mutual.

"Well. It looks like I will have to stop you both." Caroline marched over to
Gemma and punched her tensed abs. Gemma let out a loud "WWOOOUUURRGH" and
collapsed in a heap. It must have been a hell of a punch to do that to Gemma's
hard stomach. Rebecca then went to throttle Caroline, but Caroline grabbed
both of her hands. They were in the perfect position for a game of mercy. They
both started pushing. Rebecca looked like she was using all her strength. But
Caroline looked totally relaxed. Her muscular arms looked as immoveable as
iron girders. Caroline started crushing the larger girl's hands. Her forearms
looked so powerful, each fibre twitching visibly. Rebecca was in real pain
now. She tried to pull away, but Caroline's grib was too strong. Then Gemma,
having recovered from Caroline's big punch, got Caroline in a bear hug.
Rebecca was set free in Caroline's moment of surprise. Gemma lifted the little
muscle girl off the ground and crushed with all her might. I could see her
back from where I was. She looked strong enough to kill Caroline with a bear
hug. Her lats flared out to unreal proportions, and still she squeezed harder
and harder. She turned rouns to face me.

"See Pete? Why would you want to go out with a weakling like this?" But I
could see Caroline's face. She was smiling. Gemma's hands were clasped about
her abdomen, but I could see that she was tensing her abs fully. She had a
perfect 8-pack of abs, perfectly symmetrical, with definition I couldn't
believe. Gemma's crush was doing nothing. Rebecca came round to face Caroline.

"You shouldn't have messed with us, bitch." Rebecca threw a huge punch at
Caroline's face. WHAM! But Caroline kept smiling. WHAM! Again Caroline's head
snapped back. Again she kept smiling.

"What the..." Caroline wriggled her arms free and clasped them onto Gemma's
forearms. She started to crush them like she has Rebecca's hands. Gemma
screamed with the pain. Rebecca tried to pull her arms off, but her grip was
too much. She tried punching Caroline's arms, but they were as hard as rock.
Gemma was forced to drop Caroline. Caroline punched Rebecca in the face, and
she went down to the ground. She punched Gemma in the face, and she went down
too.

"Pete, come over here." said Caroline. I walked over. Caroline picked up
Gemma's right arm.

"Flex it." she commanded. Gemma, still in pain, tensed her bicep. "Feel it,
Pete." I did. It was so big. Bigger than any guy I'd seen of my age. And boy,
was it hard! I kept stroking and rubbing it, pressing it and squeezing it. It
was amazing.

"I know you probably have a hard time believeing I'm stronger than these
two...but maybe this will give you an idea as to why." She tensed her right
bicep for me. I'd never seen anything like it. It wasn't as big as Gemma's,
but it was more peaked, and incredibly defined! I reached out and touched it.
I was blown away. I'd thought Gemma's bicep was hard, but Caroline's was
literally rock hard! I couldn't dent it at all. No wonder she was so powerful.
Her muscles weren't huge, but they were damn strong. She brought up both arms
in a double biceps. Wow. With her cute face between them, those two beautiful
biceps were amazing. I felt them both. Caroline and I started to kiss...I was
in heaven. We kissed for ages while I felt her biceps. She pumped them a few
times. Even relaxed they were hard. I caressed her shoulders. They were huge,
and just as hard as her biceps. I put my arms around her and felt her back. As
hard as steel, all over. And such definition! No wonder she beat both these
two girls with ease. She was pure power. We stopped kissing.

"Why don't you feel my abs, Pete?"

I grinned like a little kid. I knelt down and felt Caroline's relaxed abs. I
could see a well defined 8-pack already. I felt them...hard, smooth, perfect.
She tensed them. I couldn't believe how hard they became. It was like someone
sucked all the fat from her abs, leaving 8 perfectly formed bricks of muscle.

"Come on. I'll show you my legs..." and she led me upstairs, away from prying
eyes.