Top of the Class
by Markus
A bullyboy is out-muscled by a new girl in school

       Ken is the smartest in class and one of the bullyboys. He's 5'
11", weighs 185 pounds and proud of his physique. In class, Ken acts like
he's big, real big.
       Gina, a year younger, transfers to his school. She's petite,
vivacious--height 5' 3", --with a muscular sexy body. Two boys can rest
their heads on Gina's chest. A ticker tape can't measure her muscles.
She's physically beyond everyone in school, measuring 44GG-24-34.
       Everyday Gina's in class, there's sexual tension. And within a
month she gets higher grades than Ken.

       So the teacher assigns them to work on a project. Somehow this is
better than before. Ken can't wait to be alone with Gina. For exactly one
day.
       That night he works out. Ken adds weights, and lifts two extra
sets. The usual part of the male ritual, gaining muscle. He stands in
front of the mirror, staring at his physique. Ken's got 'em: muscles to
provide protection and ensure intimidation, so no one spoils his
reputation.
       Reasurred, Ken pumps his arm, displaying a bicep hard as a
baseball.

       The next day Gina comes into the classroom and sits next to Ken.
And he gets butterflies in his stomach. Gina's just leaning her arm on
the desk. Don't think Ken doesn't notice her bicep rests aside his bicep.
It's like an unspoken contest.
        Ken looks side to side, and back to Gina. Her bicep keeps
challenging him, making his bicep seem almost too small to notice. And
she's not even his age. It's like Gina's saying, "My muscles can crush
your muscles." And Ken is real anxious.
       "You all right?"
       Ken leans back fast.
       "You're not a nice guy," Gina says, turning to him. "Why do you
make fun of some of the students? The ones that don't get it."
       "Because they're dumb."
       "See, that's not nice." Gina gets up and walks to the front of the
class, almost knocking Ken over. "Today's project is about us," Gina
whispers.
       "It is?" Ken whispers back.
       "We're all alone, Ken. Nobody's coming. So I want to ask you? Do
you like girls with muscles? I'm serious. I have every form of muscle
ever conceived."
       Ken nods. "Yeah, Gina. Definitely on you. I mean, you're amazing."
He looks at her, and says, "Me too."
       "OK what about this?" Gina says. She shimmies out of her school
clothes and she's wearing shorts and a bikini top. Her strong, shapely
body looks so sexy. Every feminine muscle in perfect place. Her 44GG
breasts are incredibly well formed. And you can tell by her face she's
adorable. Gina takes a deep breath, posing her fabulous figure. Her
bikini top widens to the breaking point.
       "G-Gina, " Ken stammers. "You're, uh, b-bigger than I thought."
There is an electric sensation in the room.

       "Bullyboy," Gina says. "Come here." She points to a place for Ken
to stand. "Let's see what you got. Show me your muscles."
       Ken pumps his arm, his bicep next to her seems almost childish.
       "Oh, wow," Gina says. "A strong boy like you." Her voice ends with
a little giggle.
       She holds out her right arm. "Here we go," Gina says, with a cute
smile. She wiggles her index finger. For response her bicep pulsates.
Gina flexes her arm, comparing it to Ken. He gawks with disbelief, but
says nothing. It is the biggest bicep he has ever seen. "Say what's on
your mind, bullyboy." Her bicep seems to be four or five times the size
of his.
       Gina smiles, dwarfing him. "C'mon, sweetie. You can touch it. We
both know you really want to."
        Ken feels how hard her muscle is, since he's never had a muscle
that big. He places his whole hand on Gina's bicep, not even anywhere
near the peak. Oh, yeah...she can crush baseballs between her bicep.
       You can tell Ken's thinking the same thing. And to be more
precise, Gina's bicep is bigger than his head.
     
       With a sigh, he looks at Gina's incredible sexy body. He can't get
over how thick and firm her muscles are. The comparison doesn't do him a
lot of good. She makes a taller, heavier Ken look like a midget. How can
a girl get muscles like that?
       Gina answers his look with, "Ever see a guy on the beach lift a
girl on his shoulder? It's so strong, isn't it? The girl's sitting there,
clearly in awe. And the guy poses her on his shoulder like she's a paper
doll." Gina nearly gushes. "Pick me up, Ken. Exactly like that."
       "Uh, sure," Ken says, getting behind Gina. He stoops down almost
to the floor.  Gina leans back ever so gently on his broad shoulder. He
looks at her powerful thighs, teeming with muscle. She has perfectly
shaped muscular glutes. "Ready?" Ken says, and tries to pick up Gina on
his shoulder. And it's a bad start. She keeps him there with no effort at
all.
       Ken looks up and sees her waiting. "Let me try again," he says.
Gina almost laughs at this moment. This signifies her superiority. He
squares both his shoulders under her shapely, muscular thighs. For a
pretty strong guy he wastes a lot of strength.
       "What is it, Ken?"
       "Nothing," he says, straining. Having gotten nowhere, Ken begins
using all his might. And no matter how hard he tries, he can't make her
move. She doesn't even budge.
       Gina smiles, loving this display. "Are you trying?"
       "Ohhhhh man," Ken groans, frantically trying to lift her. He takes
a long breath.
And while he's on his knees, he says, "I'm sorry, this is not me. I can't
move. I'm sorry, Gina." What seems to have happened to him? What if it's
not in his power?
       Gina loves what it feels like--so absolutely strong. "You
promised, Ken. Pick me up. Do it for me, please."
       But Ken is on his knees. His expression is one of defeat. "I
can't," he says, bowing his head. "I can't pick you up." Gina makes him
look like he's bowing to her shapely ass.
       "You can't?" Gina says, lowering her eyes. She casuallly puts her
finger under Ken's chin and helps him to his feet. He's puffing, his weak
arms opposite her oversized biceps. "Girls can't do things like that, I
guess. Unless she's got wicked muscles," Gina says. "I don't know why, or
how---but I started lifting guys on the beach. Maybe I was 13 or 14,
which is funny. Do you know what guys look like, Ken? It's embarrassing."
       Gina stops talking. The silence is a mountain.
       "No, it's not possible," Ken says. "Just remember, girls aren't
strong."
       "Oh thank you, Kenny boy," Gina says. Her sexy, shapely muscles
seem to blossom. "You have no idea how it feels to hear that and then
prove it wrong, because every time I prove it wrong, I feel so much
stronger."

       Ken looks at her muscular curves, not knowing what to expect since
they're both alone.
       'You are sooooo wrong," Gina says. She comes up right next to him
and puts her left arm under his buttocks. She catches Ken off guard and
smoothly lifts him with ease. "Have a seat," Gina says.
       " Hey, wait!"
       She stands up quick.
       "No, don't," Ken says. "Put me down." Wo, what happened? He's
sitting on Gina's left arm. And Ken is like a girl can't do that. Then he
glances around, like he can do litlle about it. Here, in a classroom.
Near the door to the hall. There's a window in the door where anyone can
see him.
       Gina flexes her left arm, and he's actually sitting on her bicep.
She makes it big, and bigger, and says to him, "Have a ride." Ken rides
on her bicep, whether he wants  to or not--and he's embarrassed.
Totally.    
       "Please, Gina. This doesn't look very good." It's apparent that
his 185 pounds is nothing to her.
       "Really, Ken? What does it look like?" Gina stands in the center
of the classroom, resting her other hand on her hip.
       Ken sighs, waiting in vain to get down. It's kind of like she's
drained all his strength. Gina holds him out on her left side and
flexes...and flexes. Her bicep is pulsating with power. She gives Ken a
sideways look. "I can pump you...honest." Every time she flexes, her
muscles get bigger.
       Have you guessed what she's up to? Gina is flexing Ken on her
bicep to build her muscles. "8...," she counts, "9....," she counts,
"10..." Her bicep is growing like this big rock. She makes it bulge
really hard.
       "Stop!," Ken says, "You're squishing my ass." Of course this can
never get out to anyone in school.
       Gina giggles a little, trying not to be loud. "I love to make my
muscles bigger," she says, "don't you?" If sitting on a girl's bicep
isn't bad enough, what is? Gina flexes and makes his ass feel like squid.
       "Watch how big I get," Gina assures him. She looks at him, and you
can tell she's psyched. "Raise your knees, Ken." It doesn't seem like he
can do anything except what she wants.
        Gina narrows her eyes. "C'mon Ken, hug your knees.Thataboy." As
she flexes, Ken's sitting on her bicep with his arms wrapped around his
knees. And nobody's ever done that to a bullyboy. He's so, so humiliated.
       Gina doesn't once check to see if anyone's coming. Can you
imagine? What if some students walk by the classroom? And they see how
strong Gina is.Then everyone in school will say, "Wo, did you see what
Gina did to Ken."
       "I'm almost finished," Gina says, unusual words for a girl with
32-inch biceps. She looks at Ken and he kind of nods. He has a soft, soft
ass---all scrunched up. "Oh right, you want to get off."
       And Ken is like, "Please don't pump me on your muscles anymore."
       Gina counts down, "3, 2, 1." Her bicep bulges up. She gets the
ultimatate peak and pops Ken off. He lands awkwardly on the floor.
       "Ooooops, sorry, " Gina says.

       Ken gets back up, shocked. And then what? A new perspective on
girls? There are things going on. Things he can't control. Gina looks at
Ken closely. He's rubbing his ass with both his hands.
        He doesn't say anything, and Gina wiggles her finger at him. Then
she says in her natural sexy voice, "Come here."
       And Ken is like, "Oh, no." And you can tell something is really
going to happen. She faces Ken maybe an arm's length away. He doesn't
seem as tall anymore. It's like he's someone else, like a weakling.
Having no regard, she intrusively places her hand under Ken's crotch
"Hey, Gina," he says, stretching up on tiptoes. "Don't do that!"
        Gina looks right at him. His crotch sort of goes plop in her hand
and he can't squirm out. "Whoa, whoa, Gina. I can't allow this."
       "Stay still," Gina says.    
       "I'm staying. Whaddya think?" Ken goes up on all his toes. Then he
sees himself, ever so slowly, beginning to rise off his feet. 
       Gina's eyes are like wildfire. To her joy, she's lifting Ken with
one hand. (Of which no one is more aware than him) She's not even
straining. All he can do is stand there, really straight, while she picks
him up by the most solemn part of his body. "Whatchoo you gonna' do about
it?" Gina says. In slow motion Ken rises two inches off the floor. Gina
is estactic, balancing him in mid-air.
       This is kind of a liberation. She gazes at Ken, holding him out at
arm's length. Imagine a girl lifting a boy by his crotch. "It's better
not to move," she says.           
       Ken feels her little hand under him. Her fitness and strength is
amazing. "Sure, Gina."
       "I know boys like me," Gina suddenly says, "but I have you in the
palm of my hand." He's dumbfounded, closing his mind to what Gina's
doing. She gazes at him rapturously. "What's the matter, Kenny boy?"
       He wants so bad to get to his feet. He looks around, dangling his
legs. But he can't touch the floor. "Gina, put me down. OK?"
       "What if I don't want to?" Gina says. She balances Ken,
stock-still. This, for her, is mind boggling. Forget everything you know
about girls. Gina is full of power lust.   She holds Ken up, like a
soldier at attention. And Gina's like, "Oh, perch on my little hand,
weakling. And you know what? I don't even like you."
       She looks right at Ken, but he can't even face her. Gina
nonchalantly lifts him a little higher. She makes Ken look like she's
holding a dress up to herself.
       "How big are you now?" Gina says. She loves comparing herself to
Ken by his closeness to her muscular body. He seems almost skeletal.
"You're not as big as you think you are."
       At no time, can Ken get off her hand. He slouches a little,
looking back at the door. His only hope is keeping this a secret. "Gina,
please. Put me down."
       "Sorry," Gina says, "Too early." Sometimes she can't believe it,
either. Ken fits on her little palm, obediently. He lowers his head and
then sits suspended, straddling his legs.
       Gina says, "Ken...are you afraid to look at my eyes?" She holds
him closer to her, almost up to her face. "Yes, you are. Look at me,
bullyboy." He raises his eyes to meet her eyes, and Gina says, "Wouldn't
you like to have oh I don't know bigger muscles like a girl?"
       "Yes," he whispers back.
       "Do you think so?" Gina says. "You're the bullyboy. Are you for
real with that? She just sort of extends him out on her hand again. "I
mean, you give up so easy." She's gotta giggle at him. "Oh, Ken...shift
your ass back."
       "What?"
       "Shift your ass back. I'm in my ask-nice phase." Ken readjusts
himself on her hand and--well, shifts his ass back. And Gina is like,
"See, you let a girl's muscles intimidate you."
       Ken sits as far back on her muscled arm as he can get. And Gina's
steady hand remains holding him up. She doesn't even flinch.
       "Uh-huh. Swing your legs."
       He looks confused. "Swing my legs? Are you sure?"
       "I'm wicked sure," Gina says. "Do it, Kenny boy." And he like
tightens his ass and begins swinging his legs. His crotch lurches forward
on her palm. Gina says, "Oh, my God," softly. She makes him look like
he's trying to run away on her little, girlish hand.
       And Gina is like, "Wow." Ken is swinging his legs in the middle of
the classroom and not getting anywhere. Gina watches him with
curiosity--while her bicep, her huge whole muscle, responds real big.
       Ken slumps on her hand. He takes a breath and looks at Gina's arm.
Her bicep is colossus. It is a masterpiece of solid muscle.
       She gazes at Ken and smiles. "How do you like our project so far?
Boy finds out girl is stronger, duh."
       Ken doesn't say anything because he's worrying about how big
Gina's bicep looks. He leans back.
       Gina looks into his shameful face. "Can't you look at me?" And
with instant elation, Gina raises him a little more like she's getting
ready to lift him really high.
       Ken is like flattening his ass on Gina's palm. "I guess I
shouldn't bring up your muscle addiction," she says, chatting to him.
"Are you like the strongest guy around? People are saying you're muscles
are so-so big. But what I want to know is what's the fuss?" She looks at
Ken and says really seriously, "You know I can crush your muscles right?"
       Ken leans both his hands on Gina's forearm and sits up. He looks
like a child stuck on a seesaw. "I uh, I can't believe this," he says,
looking around.
       "Oh, yeah?" Gina says, "I never thought I'd lift a guy so idle in
my hand for this long." Her voice gets really excited. "Oh, my gosh, Ken.
This is the longest lasting lift ever, you think?"
       Gina flexes her free arm. Her massive bicep bulges up and makes a
powerful arch. "Watch it grow," Gina says. The hardness doubles in size.
"See," she whispers. She looks back at Ken. "Now you do it."
       And Ken makes a face like, "Holy shit.'' He's clearly dazed by her
muscular curves. It doesn't help Gina holds him in front of her chest.
And it feels weird, because the revealing top of her bikini shows off her
44GG breasts. She's sexier and stronger than everyone in school.
       Gina smiles, and says, "It's your turn, bullyboy. Flex your
teeny-weeny muscles. I want to see what the big fuss is about."
       Ken doesn't even sway in her hand. Then he raises both arms and
flexes his biceps as hard as he can. "Yeah, Ken...do your macho thing,"
Gina says, and easily lifts him over her head like a trophy.

       Ken is red-faced. He feels his body go straight up, somwhere
toward the ceiling. Well, he can't believe it. Gina's just a teenager.
She is, after all, 15 ish. He doesn't say anything about being older. And
he prays nobody sees him.
        Ken doesn't appear too comfortable atop her arm. He puts all his
weight on his hips, and looks around the classroom. But everything is
different. He's much, much higher. Is his worst moment yet to come?
       Gina keeps her eyes on him. "You haven't been up there before,
have you?"
       Ken is silent, shakes his head no. His chest and arms feel
weightless. Gina raises him just a few inches from the ceiling. "This
isn't funny, Gina. Where are we going?"
       "Where?" Gina repeats. "I don't know, Ken. Where do you want to
go? You always have to be a bullyboy all the time."
       "I'll do anything you want, Gina."
       "You will?" she says. "I love it when you make a big deal out of
your puny muscles. Oh, God. Do that."
       Ken looks down at her, plainly worried. He tries not to think
about the ceiling, but the ceiling is everywhere. He gets really nervous
and it might be stupid, but he braces himself.
       Gina considers him a moment--his outflung arms. And she's like, 
"Heads up, Ken."
       And she casually begins to press him into the ceiling. His arms
hold his body off, like they're s'posed to. Ken tries with all his might,
but he runs out of space. "Holy shit, you're not kidding," he gasps. He
can't push downward at all.
       Ken looks really pathetic. His hands feel hard and he doesn't seem
as tall anymore.
       "Gina, please, Gina." He's hoping she'll stop, but she doesn't
back off. His arms drop away and his head leans on the ceiling. The back
of his shoulder takes a hit, pulls his chin down, and squeezes his
collarbone. The ceiling feels like asphalt.
       Gina seems to ignore him. And she's like, "I'm so strong I can
just, do things."
       She forces Ken to bend over, and his back smacks the ceiling. He
twists his head around. Then she sort of presses his ass into the
ceiling. He waits, and there's a long pause. Ken is lying flat against
the ceiling, his long legs dangling down. Gina pins him up there with the
force of one arm. Her other arm rests on her waist.
       "Oh, Ken--show me what you got," she says. "Do it for the dumb
kids." He looks down at her incredible body. Gina flexes her free arm and
takes a victory pose, showing off her feminine muscles.
       Ken feels a wall of cement, the bones of his shoulders cram
against the ceiling
       Her first one-handed lift. At school no less. There's nobody
around, but anyone  can walk in the classroom and see Gina's ensuing
power. "Yeah, Ken. You're the top of the class."
       That alone is worth it--just to see the look on his face. And Ken
can't do a thing about it. He'll long remember how she both physically
and emotionally humiliated him.
       "Oh, bullyboy," Gina says, making her voice sorry. "I have to go
now." And before she sets him down, she tightens her hand and presses his
ass with five fingers .Then she's cool just standing there and holding
Ken up with one finger. This is basically in front of the class. "Just
remember Ken, you're not as strong as girls."
       Gina nonchalantly heaves him straight-away. Ken lurches forward
and awkwardly lands on his rear end. He shifts his legs around and sits
on the floor, dazed. He can see Gina's feet on the floor. She puts on her
school clothes and tosses her hair back. "You can finish our project, if
you gotta."
       Ken is silent; sick at heart. He just looks at her, and doesn't
say anything. Gina taps her foot. She sort of  stands over Ken with her
shapely, muscular body. "Take heart. I won't tell," Gina says. "See ya."