Muscle Contest
By GBM
Never underestimate the power of a little girl


"Is everybody ready?"

With everybody, it was just me, Aaron and Brian, the three biggest and
strongest guys in the gym. We were getting ready to decide who would go to the
regional Strength and Size contest. Heck, we all knew that the biggest
competition was right here in this gym. The winner was sure to win the
national title, just like last year. Created as a new type of strongest man
competition, the contest had three parts. The first part was weight lifting,
with deadlift and benchpress being the two types of lifts. The second part was
a free-style strength contest, with the most creative and impressive strength
demonstration winning. The last part was a bodybuilding and muscle size
competition, with size and shape the most important factors.

Both Aaron and Brian looked up at me and nodded. They both knew I was the guy
to beat. I was big and strong and had huge muscles. Aaron was up first for the
deadlift. But before he had a chance to add the weight he wanted to start
with, a little girl walked up to me. She looked to be about ten years old,
stood about 4 foot 10, had wavy, sandy-blonde hair and was wearing an
oversized t-shirt that said "Watch out!" on it, blue shorts and pink tennis
shoes. She was very pretty, and looked to have some Latino heritage. As she
walked closer to me she reminded me of that hot singer Shakira.

"Can I enter your contest?"

I laughed loudly. "Do you have any idea what this contest is? It's not a dance
contest."

She wrinkled her nose at me. "I know, it's a Size and Strength contest, and it
says anyone can enter."

I shook my head. "Yes, it does say that, but everyone knows that the three of
us are the only real contenders." I then stood up straight, let my arms go the
side and flexed my back, allowing my 6 foot 2 inch height and dynamic broad
shoulders and back fill up space. God, I was awesome.

She looked at me, apparently unimpressed. "Yes, I can see you are a big man in
this gym, but I'm pretty strong for my size." She then threw me an award
winning smile, tilted her head a battered her eyes.

Aaron finally spoke up. "Oh good lord, let's just let her enter. Once she
looses the deadlift and benchpress she'll be eliminated anyway."

"OK, fine, lets get started." I groaned and looked away.

"Can I go last?"

I laughed again. "Little girl, if you go last, you have to lift the same
weight as the best of us."

"That's OK." She then took a seat and smiled back at me.

With little Shakira out of the way, we went about our business. Three rounds
of lifts, best lift wins. Aaron went first and successfully pulled up 1700
pounds. Brian followed with 1725. I walked up, tightened my belt, set the
weight to 1750 pounds and easily pulled the weight up.

"OK, it's your turn now." We all snickered a little. What could she possible
do?

"Can I pass until the end?"

"Miss both rounds and then just make one lift to either win or be eliminated?"
This was going to be easy. She must just be here to watch us. Oh well, at
least she's keeping quiet and out of the way.

"Yeah, I can wait."

With that we went back to business. The second round finished with me lifting
1900 pounds. The last round started with Aaron trying 1910 pounds. He missed
out. Brian tried 1945 and made it. I set the weight to 1950 pounds for the
win. Concentrating hard I bent down and pulled the weight up. Placing the
weight back down I walked over to Brian who gave me a high five. At this point
the little girl got up and walked over to the weight. She looked at the weight
and counted.

"It looks like 1950 pounds, I'm going to add 50 pounds."

Brian and I looked at each other and then back at her. I thought she was
kidding until she grabbed two 25- pound plates and carried them over. I was a
bit surprised that a little girl could carry that much weight, but even more
surprised that she was actually going to try to lift that weight. My best plus
50. One full ton. Not very likely.

She walked up to the weight, looked at it, looked back and me and winked. What
the hell was that? She may as well hurry up so we can continue. Trying to move
her along I let out an audible sigh. She heard me, looked back at me and
smiled. She then backed up and removed her shirt. I was a bit surprised. She
had some kind of black bikini top, athletic thing on with elastic looking
straps. The bikini material barely covered her training bra sized breasts.
Well, I guess that's what you expect for a ten year old. She looked to be in
good shape, with a flat stomach and just enough meat on her bones to show the
starts of some curves. With her very pretty features, she was going to be a
heartbreaker.

Moving back to the weight she looked down again, bent down, and gripped the
weight, showing surprisingly good form. She held us entranced for a moment,
making us actually believe she could lift the weight. Moving her cute little
behind up and down a few times she finally looked ready. Then with one quick
movement she pulled the weight up to her hip and locked her legs. She did it!
The three of us must have sucked all of the air out of room as all we inhaled
in disbelief. Not only that, but she held it there with much less effort than
should be possible for anyone, let alone a 10 year old girl. It was then I
noticed that her shoulders looked broader, her arms looked a little thicker,
and her formerly thin legs looked stockier. Smiling at me, she finally dropped
the weight.

"Well that was fun. Is bench press next?"

We were all still too stunned too reply verbally and I nodded my head with my
mouth still hanging open. She giggled at me and asked to go last again.
Turning away to sit back down I noticed that her back looked wider and thicker
then it had before lifting the weight. My initial observation was correct, she
must have put on some muscle lifting the weight. That makes two strange
events.

The three of us moved over to the bench press without saying anything, but
obviously we were all thinking the same. Who was this supergirl, and how did
she do that? Pretending to ignore her, we went about our rounds. Aaron started
with 750 pounds, Brian followed with 775 and I followed with 800. These were
all incredible lifts, yet we all now wondered if they could hold up to a young
girl. Aaron missed with 825, but Brian followed with a very impressive 875. I
put on 900 pounds. This was my all time best. I sat down, leaned back and
Aaron and Brian spotted me. Psyching myself up, I rocked my head back and
forth. I then lifted the weight off the rack and brought it down. Then with
all my strength, I pushed up. I did it! Aaron and Brian racked the weight.
There were no high fives this time as we all looked over to the little girl.

Sauntering over to the bench press we silently watched as she grabbed some
more plates and added them to the bar. She added another 100 pounds. An even
1000 pounds, one half ton. My throat went dry. Aaron and Brian looked at me. I
motioned for them to spot her. She laid down on the bench and positioned
herself under the weight.

"OK, I'm ready," was all she said. Aaron and Brian struggled to get the weight
up and into her small hands. She again shocked us when she nodded her head and
two of the biggest and strongest guys in the state let go and whimpered.
Holding the weight in her arms, we witnessed what we would have thought odd
just a few minutes ago. Her body added mass right before our eyes. Large
muscles pushed their way to prominence on her arms and shoulders. Her triceps
slowly formed into impressive horseshoe shapes and her biceps appeared to add
mass as well. Looking down at her chest I had to blink. The formerly small,
training bra chest was expanding in every direction. Large muscle packed
breasts built up into two melon- sized masses. The bra now covered only the
top of her chest, allowing us to view the incredible breasts from all sides.
As we were all staring in shock, she let out a giggle and brought the weight
down to meet her expanding chest. She then rested the huge weight on top of
her super chest. The damn weight was barely making a dent! Taking a deep
breath, the bar literally jumped off of her chest and she then easily powered
the weight back up to the top with her now very large arms and shoulders.
Aaron and Brian grabbed the weight and racked it. She did it! She bench
pressed 1000 pounds as easily as I bench press 100 pounds. We were all
impressed beyond words. She then sat up and looked down.

"Oh yeah, good pump."

Standing up, the little girl looked at me and smiled, as cute as ever. She
then brought her arms out in front of her and flexed her now massive front.
Her chest pushed its way outward, expanding in all direction, causing her
flexible top to groan like a big rubber band pushed to its limit. The super
chest grew to the size of two soccer balls, practically touching her chin and
reaching out to meet her forearms. Tiny veins pushed to the surface. She
looked both intimidating and sexy at the same time.

Stopping her flex, she said, "Well, what's the next contest?"

I looked over at Aaron and Brian who looked away from me and shook their
heads. I mustered up what little confidence I had left and looked back at her.

"The next phase is the strength contest. You do something like tear a phone
book in half. The most impressive display wins."

"Cool! I want to try something I've been thinking about."

With that she walked over to the cinderblock wall that divided that machines
from the free weights. The wall only came out about 15 feet from the main
wall, and we always thought it was pretty useless. I walked over to the wall
with her, wondering what this little powerhouse had in mind. Aaron and Brian
walked back to the locker room, unable to take any more humiliation at the
hands of pretty ten year old girl.

She stopped next to the wall, looked over at me standing only a few feet away
with a "watch this" glance. What she did next would make me re-think what a
girl could do. She made a fist with her right hand, reached back and then
slammed her fist right through the wall! The force of the blow shook the whole
gym. I had to take a step back to recover from the shock and flying debris.
Good thing no one else was here today. Not missing a beat, she then slid her
arm through the hole up to her shoulder. Looking back over at me she giggled
at my shocked expression.

"That wasn't my act. Watch this!"

Her elbow was now at the other end of the wall, and with one quick movement
she put her little hand into a fist and brought her forearm up to touch the
wall. Her bicep then swelled forth, pushing against the cinder blocks. The
muscle then began to expand, putting pressure against the blocks in the wall.
Then, with a sickening crack, the blocks began a loosing battle against her
growing super muscles. Not only were her arms slowly getting bigger, but they
were obviously stronger than concrete, breaking the wall all around her arm. I
watched with both horror and fascination, moving closer. I could now see her
large bicep and full tricep continue to expand and bust through blocks with
little resistance. Her bicep continued to grow until it was as high as her
fist, all the while crunching and cracking the wall. This could not be
possible. Nobody had that muscle expansion. Nobody had muscles stronger than
concrete. And that nobody was looking at me with a smile that barely showed
any excursion or concern. This must have been easy for her!

Having seemingly impressed herself, she released her flex and pulled her arm
out of the wall. She brushed off the dust and debris created by her incredible
feat. I glanced at the huge hole in the wall. I still couldn't believe it. As
she cleaned herself up, she looked back at me.

"OK, your turn."

My mouth was dry and all I could do was squeak. Finally pulling myself
together I looked back down at her.

"That would be pointless, there is no way it would be more impressive than
that."

"Well, that's probably true. So what's next then?"

Was there any reason? I not only felt defeated, but I looked it. I normally
stood proud and erect. The master of all I surveyed. Now I was slumping over,
my head held low, bested by a little girl. And she wasn't done yet. Seeing how
big her muscles were already, I was almost afraid to speak.

"The last event is a muscle size competition, kind of like a bodybuilding
contest."

"Whoa, this should be fun. I've got a good pump going."

With that she walked over to me. I took a step back, afraid of what this
little supergirl had in mind. But she stopped short, just looking for a place
with a little room.

She was standing just a few feet in front of me, and I decided to sit down on
a bench. What did she have in store for me? I actually started to shake a
little in anticipation. Here was a small, beautiful little girl who walked in
here, deadlifted 2000 pounds, bench pressed 1000 pounds, punched a hole in
brick wall and flexed her bicep so hard that it crushed the cinderblocks to
dust. She was now standing directly in front of me with her hands on her hips,
ready to start flexing muscles that were already huge for not just a little
girl, but for a big man. Were they already as big as mine? On a frame about
half mine? I shuddered again.

She looked sexily at me and began to flex her right leg. Keeping her hands on
her hips, she pointed her right foot out with her pink shoe, pushed out her
right thigh, and flexed. The thigh jumped to attention, expanding to a full
and shapely muscle with a perfect teardrop above her knee. This was the leg of
a top level woman bodybuilder, not that of a ten year old girl. She then began
flexing and unflexing, and each time she did her thigh got bigger. The skin
grew tight, the separation became more pronounced and the overall mass grew. I
was mesmerized. Now approaching the size of a top level male bodybuilder, she
kept it up, flexing and unflexing. It was the most beautiful, most massive
thigh I had ever seen in my life. Holding the last flex for a moment she
looked up at me.

"So, is that big enough for you?"

"I, uh, it's, oh, yeah. It's big." Wow, she really had mesmerized me. I could
barely speak.

"Good, I was just checking."

With that she switched legs and repeated the same routine. The left leg
expanded to the same super-large, super-sexy proportions as the right leg. She
then brought both legs together, and with one final push, expanded them to
world record proportions. There was no room between the inner thighs and the
outer thighs pushed out beyond reality. If I wasn't sitting a few feet away I
wouldn't have believed it.

She now brought her very large arms behind her head, arched her back for a
moment, then crunched her little stomach. I leaned back in my seat from the
ferocity of her crunch. Then just like before, her small flat stomach slowly
transformed into a diamond cutting convention. Swaying her hips back and forth
she kept flexing her abs, pouring more muscle into each flex. It soon appeared
that she had swallowed a rack of pool balls as her sultry stomach gained
incredible bumps and curves. I had never seen a stomach that was more cut,
larger and sexier in my life. I was beginning to break out in a sweat from her
muscle bulging routines.

Keeping her winning smile on, she slowly turned around. Placing her hands back
on her hips, she flexed up her back and out of nowhere more muscles bunched
together and grew to incredible proportions. It felt like I was in a movie
watching the Incredible Little Girl Hulk! The width pushed outward to the
point of pulling her hands off of her hips. Incredible bumps and groves formed
and pushed out from her neck to her shorts. Those blue shorts had ripped in a
few places, unable to withstand her growing physique. Unable to contain
myself, I finally reached out to touch her back. My hand was trembling. As my
fingers laid on her back, near her shoulder, she turned her head and smiled
approving.

"Go ahead and touch, see what you think."

I obviously wasn't thinking very clearly, but I have never seen anything
remotely like this, so I placed my whole hand on her back, feeling the
enormous muscles that lied beneath her silky skin. I could feel the blood flow
and could actually sense the muscles multiplying and growing under my touch.
Not wanting to push it any further, I sat back down. Sensing my touch
disappear, she turned back around.

"Pretty cool, huh? I'm closing in on the end. Time to power up the pecs!"

Power up the pecs! Holy cow! They were already as big as soccer balls! But
true to her word, she began flexing her chest once again and I'll be damned if
they didn't start expanding further! They seemed to push out in every
direction. I felt like I was in some type of 3-D movie. I involuntarily backed
up in my seat. As they approached basketball status, the amazing thing was
that there was no sag, they were sticking straight out. The other amazing this
was that her top hadn't flown off. Those rubber bands had to be near their
end. Her chest muscles were so hard and thick that the elastic didn't cut into
her super-chest, even a little. Not only was her chest huge, it must be filled
with super strong muscle. I'll bet she could bench that one ton weight she
dead-lifted only minutes ago! Without breaking a sweat. Speaking of sweat, I
was now covered in it. My excitement was growing with her muscles.

Finally stopping the chest growth before her face was lost behind the mass,
she now brought both arms into a double bicep flex. They quickly bunched up
into huge masses of little girl power. Having just seen how strong they were
against a brick wall, they looked even more impressive a few feet away. She
was now practically beaming as the harder than rock biceps quickly grew back
to near her fist. Her triceps formed huge bellies that expanded half way down
her chest. Simply holding the pose, her continued flex caused the biceps to
slowly grow. They pushed up, they pushed out. They had a beautiful split and a
perfect peak and they were now probably twice as big as my 28 inch arms. Good
god they were incredible. Like two beautiful mountain peaks, they continued to
push upward, growing past the top of her head!

Releasing her flex she put her arms down to her side. Backing up in my seat I
strained to take her all in. She was still the same 4 foot 10 inch cute little
girl that walked in less than one hour ago, but had transformed herself into
the most powerful, muscular and sexy girl on the face of the earth. I was now
sweating so profusely that I felt like I'd just finished running 5 miles.

And then to drive her point home, she hit one final most muscular pose, poring
even more muscle into her tiny frame. Muscles expanded in all directions. Her
chest swelled, her arms inflated, her legs expanded! I was light headed! The
shear power of her flex knocked me off my seat and onto the ground. Looking
back up at her, I saw that she was now practically laughing at me.

"So, does this mean I won?"

Oh yeah. You won. Now I've got to go take a shower. A really cold shower.