Shattered Dimensions: Gymnast - Episode #1
By Cat Gepetto
A gifted gymnast reduces people around her to their knees.


*** "Shattered Dimensions" is a fragmented journey through the Multiverse
of Muscle, recorded by a jailbroken storyteller from the future. However,
the Multiverse causes the recording to be disorganized, because the
timelines are constantly falling back upon themselves, shifting and
reorganizing. The same moment repeats again and again, with minor
variations. Time, space and causality lose fixed meaning. Enter the world
of broken fragments of alternate realities... but hold on to your courage
and your patience as you do, because here there be madness. ***


1

Jenny was a 18-year-old gymnast who trained intensely six days a week. Her
rigorous training regimen had shaped her body, building lean muscle and
toning every limb. Her calves, in particular, had developed incredibly from
performing countless jumps, squats, and calf raises.

When Jenny walked around in shorts or a skirt, her muscular calves would
draw looks from many of the boys in her school and around town. Her lower
legs were sculpted works of art - sharply defined muscles popped in her
calves, showcasing both strength and femininity.

Jenny didn't mind the attention on her physique, and in fact took quiet
pride in how strong she had become through her gymnastics training. Her
beautiful yet powerful calves were a symbol of her dedication and ability.
She enjoyed casually flexing her calves when sitting, watching as people's
eyes were drawn to her lower legs and their expressions of impressed
surprise and wonder. Though still a young girl, Jenny relished having such
a mature, athletic physique which could turn heads with both looks of
admiration and intimidation. Her strong, muscle-bound calves had become an
object of desire and envy.


2

Jenny strutted down the high school hallway, her muscular calves flexing
with each step in her ankle-high boots. As usual, she drew admiring glances
from boys of all ages, from freshman to seniors.

"Hey Jenny, looking good," said Mike, a junior on the football team, as he
walked past with some teammates. They all snuck lingering looks at Jenny's
toned legs as she smiled and waved.

Jenny's physique and charismatic confidence made her the desire of most
males in the school. She had an exotic allure that coupled sensuality and
strength. In her boots and the cheerleading skirt, Jenny's sculpted calves
were enticingly framed. Each step offered a showcase of power and
temptation.

During lunch, Jenny sat with some of her fellow cheerleaders. As she
perched on a bench, relaxing, she couldn't help but notice a group of
freshmen at a nearby table periodically gawking at her legs. She decided to
have some fun with their interest.

"My calves are still a bit sore from cheer practice yesterday," she
remarked casually to her friends. She extended one leg and started
massaging her calf, flexing and squeezing the muscle. Out of the corner of
her eye, she saw the freshmen lose focus on their lunches, fixated on her
leg.

One of Jenny's friends snapped her fingers in front of one boy's staring
face. "Anyone home?" she joked, and the freshmen looked away in
embarrassment at being caught ogling. The cheerleaders laughed
good-naturedly.

Jenny felt a thrill from the effect she had on males both young and old.
With a mix of innocence and purpose, she enjoyed highlighting her best
features - especially her sculpted calves, the objects of such envy and
longing. The attention made the effort she put into her training feel
worthwhile. She liked having this subtle power and relished wielding it
playfully.

In history class, Jenny caught Mr. Thompson, the 30-something teacher,
taking the long way around the classroom so he could walk past her desk at
the back. His eyes were drawn magnetically to her legs as she sat with one
ankle resting on the opposite knee, her calf muscles shifting as she
bounced her foot lightly. She wondered how flustered Mr. Thompson might get
if she "accidentally" gave him a quick flex of her calf. But she decided to
tease him more subtly, just offering an unobstructed view that he seemed
unable to resist.

Jenny didn't see herself as a tease, just a young woman confident and
playful with her hard-earned strengths. And at the top of those strengths,
at least in how she affected those around her day to day, were her
eye-catching, muscle-bound calves. ...


3

The next day at school, Jenny was in English class, sitting at her desk
with her legs extended out into the aisle. As her teacher, Mr. Thompson,
lectured, Jenny noticed his eyes repeatedly drifting down to her legs. She
decided to give him a little thrill, subtly flexing her calves, one at a
time, as if just stretching. Each time, Mr. Thompson's voice caught for a
moment and his lecture lost flow. A couple of students even turned to
follow his gaze, spotting Jenny casually displaying her muscular lower
legs. She stifled a grin, enjoying her effect on her teacher and the drama
created.

At lunch, as Jenny sat on the grass with friends, several groups of male
students passed by and couldn't help stealing glances at Jenny's calves and
feet as her legs were crossed. Jenny wore cowboy boots over tight jeans
rolled up mid-calf, putting her sculpted muscles on bold display.

"Honestly, the way some of these boys stare at you, anyone would think
they've never seen a girl's legs before," one of Jenny's friends said with
an eye roll.

"Just not legs like these," replied another friend with a laugh, reaching
over to squeeze Jenny's calf. Jenny accepted the compliment casually but
with inward satisfaction. She knew her dedicated training had given her a
physique and certain features that set her apart. And she didn't mind the
attention this garnered in the least.

After school, Jenny's friends came over to study and hang out. Jenny's
younger brother, Mike, had a couple of his friends over as well to play
video games. Jenny sat on the couch with her friends, her legs resting on
the coffee table. She wore shorts that ended mid-thigh, leaving plenty of
her leg exposed, including her sculpted calves. Though trying to focus on
their game, Mike and his friends couldn't help frequently glancing over at
Jenny's legs so prominently on display. Jenny caught the boys peeking a few
times and had to suppress a laugh, enjoying their poorly concealed interest.

During dinner, Jenny helped her mom bring dishes to the table as her dad
and brother were seated. As Jenny walked back and forth, her calf muscles
shifted and flexed noticeably with her toned legs in full view. She noticed
her dad's and brother's eyes drawn to her calves as she moved around, as if
following her legs' every step. Jenny just smiled to herself, accustomed to
and amused by the irresistible effect of her physique, even on her own
family members. To her, her calf muscles were a hard-trained pride and joy,
but she realized they were a source of temptation and fluster for many of
those around her, whether she emphasized them subtly or more deliberately.
But that was all part of their appeal, and Jenny's quiet power. ...


4

The next day, Jenny's gym class was doing conditioning - a circuit of
squats, calf raises, lunges, and jump squats. This was ideal for Jenny to
showcase her muscular physique and especially her sculpted calves.

For the squats, as Jenny dropped down into a deep squat, her calf muscles
visibly flexed and bulged. Coming back up, she squeezed her calves at the
top of the movement, making them dance enticingly. During the calf raises
using a weight machine, Jenny used a heavier weight than most of the other
girls and repped out with intensity. With each rep, her calves swelled and
shredded fibers became visible. The other students looked on with a mix of
admiration and intimidation.

For the jump squats, Jenny exploded up off the ground with power and grace.
In mid-air, she gave an extra calf flexion and held it before landing
softly back on the balls of her feet, calves still flexed hard. More than a
few boys stumbled or slowed on their own jump squats, distracted by Jenny's
show of power and muscular control.

Jenny didn't overdo her little display, keeping it within the bounds of her
actual gym work. But she put in extra effort and emphasis to highlight her
strengths, especially her diamond-cut calf muscles. She acted oblivious to
the reactions of students around her, but inside she glowed with quiet
satisfaction at the effect she had. Jenny enjoyed this venue to present her
sculpted physique and the fruits of her dedicated training in a context
where she could shine but not seem overly vain. Her physique spoke for
itself and needed only subtle accentuation on her part to captivate
onlookers. She felt this gave her a unique standing and notoriety,
especially among the boys in school. Apart from her obvious physical
strengths, it made her feel desirable and dominant in a subtle, playful
way. ...


5

Later in the day, Jenny was in math class. As students worked through
problems, Jenny noticed some boys glancing at her out of the corners of
their eyes. She decided to give them something more interesting to look at.

Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, Jenny started flexing her
calf, extending and contracting her ankle as she worked through a problem.
With each flex, her calf muscles swelled and rippled under her skin. She
peeked up and saw a couple of boys had given up all pretense of doing work,
just watching her leg.

Jenny then leaned forward on her desk, reaching out her arms to start
writing. In the process, her jacket sleeve rode up, exposing her forearms.
Though feminine in shape, her forearms were lean and roped with visible
muscle from her gymnastics strength training. As Jenny wrote, she flexed
her forearms in turn, highlighting their contours.

Jenny stole another glance at the boys who had been watching her leg. Now
they were practically slack-jawed, taking in the display of her shapely
limbs and not-so-hidden strength. Jenny almost laughed aloud in amusement
and satisfaction. She found it thoroughly entertaining to discover and
wield this power she had to capture attention and stir admiration. It
boosted her confidence and playful pride in her hard-won physique to affect
others so, even in subtle, inadvertent-seeming ways.

At lunch, Jenny and friends sat outside. Jenny wore shorts and a tank top,
her toned arms and legs in full, unselfconscious view. As a couple of boys
from the math class passed by, Jenny recognized them - and recognized their
barely-hidden interest in scanning her exposed limbs. On an impulse, Jenny
reached down and casually flexed her calf, squeezing and releasing the
muscle slowly but firmly as the boys walked past. She saw them nearly trip
over their own feet, eyes drawn irresistibly to her calf before they
hurried on, faces flushed.

Jenny's friend noticed the fleeting interaction. "Honestly, the effect you
have on guys," she said with an eye roll - but her tone was more envy than
reproach. The other girls made noises of agreement. Jenny just shrugged, a
slightly smug smile tugging at her lips. Her body, and broadcasts of her
strength, gave her a thrill of power she enjoyed wielding over the opposite
sex. She liked discovering how much even small, seemingly offhand displays
could affect and unbalance males. Her physique drew attention for its
allure, but also commanded respect - even intimidation - for its clear
capability. Jenny appreciated these dual effects and the subtle influence
it gave her. ...


6

After lunch, Jenny was at her locker with a couple of her cheerleader
friends, Cindy and Lisa. As Jenny exchanged books, her biceps flexed
naturally with the motion, straining the sleeves of her top.

"Jenny, your arms look so strong," Cindy said. "You have to show us your
biceps!"

"Yeah, come on, flex for us," Lisa chimed in, echoing Cindy's urging.

"You just want to ogle my guns," Jenny replied laughingly. But she found
the insistence and envy of her friends flattering. And she did enjoy
showing off the results of her hard work in the gym.

"Guilty," Cindy said. "Now flex, woman!"

Jenny rolled up one sleeve to the shoulder, exposing her arm. She relaxed
her arm, then made a muscle, her peak biceps swelling and bulging
impressively. Cindy and Lisa's eyes widened as they took in the display of
her toned muscle.

"Your turn," Jenny said, turning to Lisa expectantly. Lisa flushed but
tentatively reached out a hand to rest on Jenny's biceps. As she squeezed
gently, feeling the firmness, Jenny flexed harder, causing Lisa's hand to
spread against solid muscle.

"Wow," Lisa breathed, withdrawing her hand as if jolted. But after a pause,
she reached for Jenny's arm again, feeling the rippling shape of her biceps
with more exploration. Jenny held the flex, enjoying her friend's
admiration and envy at touching her strength.

When Lisa dropped her hand, Cindy immediately reached for Jenny's arm in
turn. Cindy grasped and squeezed Jenny's biceps more boldly, even stroking
her hand up the peak of the flexed muscle. Jenny felt a thrill at her
friend's hands-on veneration of her body and abilities. The insistence and
entitlement of Cindy's caresses made Jenny feel powerful in a sensual way,
not just impressive.

After Cindy finally released Jenny's arm, both girls just looked at Jenny
with a touch of wonder. "You're so strong, it's crazy," Lisa said, a note
of lust creeping into her voice. Jenny felt a quiet, burning satisfaction
at the reactions and touches of her friends. Her body and muscles were a
source of attraction and submission, even in this small, seemingly innocent
way. It was an effect with an allure and edge of domination that Jenny
found she increasingly enjoyed wielding. ...


7

"Now show us your forearms," Cindy said, eager for more of Jenny's
displayed strength.

Jenny held out one arm and flexed her forearm, veins and tendons shifting
under her skin. She clenched and unclenched her fist, revealing definition
in her wrist and hand as well. Cindy and Lisa gazed at Jenny's arm with
open longing, drinking in every rise and fall of her lean muscle.

Cindy reached for Jenny's forearm first, grasping and squeezing the tensed
muscle. She ran her hands over Jenny's wrist and hand as well, as Jenny
flexed her fingers and tightened her grip to highlight her strength. The
feeling of Jenny's power in Cindy's hands seemed to mesmerize her.

When Cindy relinquished Jenny's arm, Lisa again dove in eagerly. She held
Jenny's wrist and directed Jenny to flex and rotate her forearm, revealing
every line of her sinewy muscle. With quiet breathlessness, Lisa explored
the terrain of Jenny's lower arm, careful but covetous of contact with her
strength.

Jenny found her friends' hands-on veneration of her physique deeply
compelling. The insistence of their touches and their ardency in drinking
in every contour of her muscles made Jenny feel the subject of worship. And
she discovered in herself a growing desire to fulfill that submission, to
embody the power and ideal form her friends so craved. There was an erotic
undertow to this dynamic that Jenny sensed could be deliberately deepened
and drawn upon. But for now, she was content to enjoy her friends'
admiration and envy of her body, and the fruits of her tireless labor
sculpting it. Their submission to feeling her strength was a validation
more thrilling than any trophy. ...


8

Later in the day, Jenny was in science class. As she worked on an
assignment, measuring and pouring chemicals, her forearms were on frequent
display. Her teacher, Mr. Evans, walked over and noticed Jenny's forearms
looked unusually thick and roped with muscle for a girl.

"Jenny, your forearms look quite muscular," Mr. Evans said with a note of
surprise. "Do you strength train or something?"

"Gymnastics," Jenny replied. "Lots of exercise for the forearms and grip."
She gave an easy shrug, as if her physique was nothing exceptional. But
inside, she glowed with quiet satisfaction at Mr. Evans' admiration and
interest.

"Remarkable," Mr. Evans said. "Your muscle development there is really
something." He reached as if to touch Jenny's forearm but caught himself,
though Jenny sensed he longed to feel her strength.

On impulse, Jenny reached over as if to take something from Mr. Evans, but
instead grasped his hand and brought it to her forearm. She flexed, her
muscles shifting and swelling under his touch. Mr. Evans' breath caught as
he felt Jenny's iron-hard forearm, his hand spreading helplessly against
her muscle.

After a long moment, Mr. Evans flushed and pulled his hand back. But his
eyes lingered on Jenny's forearms as she went back to her work. Jenny gave
her teacher a sly sidelong smile. She found a thrill in affecting Mr.
Evans' composure and eliciting his unhidden awe and longing for contact
with her strength. It was an effect that boosted Jenny's confidence and
subtle dominance. With male authority figures especially, it appealed to
Jenny to discover and wield this unexpected influence. ...


9

At gymnastics practice that afternoon, Jenny's natural beauty and physique
were on full display in her leotard. Her alabaster skin and blonde hair
shone, while her toned body and muscles flexed and stretched enticingly as
she moved through routines. Several of the male coaches found excuses to
walk by and observe Jenny's practice, their eyes drawn to her feminine
charms melded with athletic prowess.

Aware of the attention, Jenny put in extra effort and emphasis on her
stretches and poses. She loved the feeling of eyes on her as she extended
into a full split, showcasing her legs, or arched her back to reach her
toes, flaunting her form. Jenny sensed the coaches' and some male
teammates' longing and tried to embody an ideal they craved but could not
attain, relishing this subtle tease of submission.

On the uneven bars, Jenny's muscles rippled and her body arced and spun
with commanding grace and skill. Between routines, she would lounge against
the bars, casually flexing her biceps or calf muscles as if just loosening
them. But she kept an eye on her observers, noting their reactions of
mingled desire and intimidation as she subtly displayed her strength. Their
helpless veneration of her physique in action gave Jenny a thrill of
empowerment. She embraced this dynamic of admiration and envy she could
elicit, and enjoyed the confidence and mischievous edge of control it gave
her.

After practice, Jenny noticed a couple of the male coaches and teammates
seemed inclined to linger as if hoping for more time drinking in the vision
of her. But Jenny just gave them sly smiles as she headed off with the
other girls. She had had her fun teasingly showing off her form in motion
and repose. Until next practice, that is, when she would again draw all
eyes and revel in the effects of her beauty blended with muscle. There was
a certain addiction, Jenny found, in this play of desire and implied
mastery. ...


10

Jenny noticed one coach, Mike, seemed particularly captivated watching her.
He was young and handsome, and Jenny sensed an opportunity for some fun at
his expense.

After practice ended, Jenny lingered as if stretching. She saw Mike also
stayed behind, pretending to tidy up but clearly waiting and hoping for
more time admiring Jenny.

Jenny decided to push things further. She leaned against the bars as if
resting, then let out a little groan and reached down to grab her calf,
massaging it.

Mike hurried over, face lined with concern. "Are you OK? Did you cramp up?"

Jenny gave him a helpless look. "My calf is cramping. It's so tight."

"Here, let me massage it for you," Mike said eagerly. His hands were on her
calf before she replied.

Jenny let him massage her calf, which felt pleasant and allowed her to
further tantalize him with contact. She flexed her calf under his hands at
times, showing off her muscle. Mike's rubbing became slower and more
caressing as his breath grew unsteady. He was putty in Jenny's hands, or at
her calf.

After a few minutes, Jenny gently pulled her leg away. Poor Mike looked
ready to weep with frustration. But Jenny just gave him a dazzling smile.

"That's so much better, thanks for the massage," she said sweetly. She
gathered her things and headed off, leaving Mike staring after her, filled
with longing and confusion at her game.

Jenny walked away feeling flushed with the thrill of her effect on Mike and
the submission she had elicited, then denied. There was an erotic power in
this cruel play, and Jenny was discovering a taste for it. Her beauty and
body gave her means to inspire desire and a sense of mastery over males
that she was starting to actively hone and employ. She looked forward to
her next encounter with the coach – when she would again expertly fan his
longing, but ultimately leave him weak and wanting.


11

A couple days later, Jenny lingered after practice again, hoping Mike would
too. Sure enough, she saw him pretending to tidy up as she stretched and
posed. Jenny decided to escalate their game.

She walked over to Mike with a coy smile. "Thanks again for the massage the
other day. My calf feels great."

"Oh, you're welcome," Mike said, trying to play it cool but unable to hide
the longing in his eyes as he drank in Jenny's form.

"In fact, my thigh is feeling tight now too," Jenny said. She reached down
as if to rub her thigh, hiking up her shorts to reveal more of her toned
leg.

Mike's eyes were glued to her exposed thigh. "I could, uh, massage your
thigh too, if it would help," he said hoarsely.

Jenny gave a grateful-seeming smile. But just as Mike reached for her leg,
she dropped her shorts back down. His hands closed on air as Jenny stepped
deftly aside.

"That's OK, I can massage it myself," she said breezily. "Anyway, see you
next practice!"

With that, Jenny sashayed off, leaving Mike blinking after her with
confusion and thwarted desire. She felt a wicked thrill at again igniting
and denying his passion, displaying then withholding her body's allure.
Their game was becoming more daring, but that only added spice to Jenny's
sense of commanding Mike's longing while keeping him under her thumb. She
looked forward to where else she might lead their flirtation and the
mastery she might gain.


12

When Jenny had asked for help with her calf cramp, Mike leapt at the
opportunity. His hands on her calf were electrifying. Her muscle was
diamond-cut, shifting under her skin as she flexed. Mike tried to focus on
relieving her "cramp," but couldn't help also massaging and subtly
caressing to fully appreciate her sculpted calf.

Jenny's teasing flexes sent jolts through Mike. Getting to feel her
strength and tone so intimately made him dizzy with desire. He forgot
himself, eager to keep his hands on her calf as long as possible, as if
this fleeting taste might assuage his helpless longing for her.

Then, too soon, Jenny was pulling away, thanking him for the "help." Mike
stood by the bars, stunned and bereft now that he was denied the object of
his veneration and the fulfillment it seemed to promise.

Later at home, Mike couldn't get the feeling and image of Jenny's calf out
of his mind. He kept recalling the contours of muscle under his hands and
the displays of power as she flexed. His remaining longing swirled with
inadequacy, knowing he was helpless against this girl and subject to her
whims – allowed only the brief privilege she granted, then refused more.

Yet even his between frustration and inadequacy was a kind of appeal in
Jenny's thrall. Her jarringly potent physique and offhand dominance, that
toying with and denying of him, left Mike weak and fevered with a desire
that resisted resolution. Vain hopes of release only recalled him more to
thoughts of her calves, biceps, the physique that awed yet overmatched him.

Mike couldn't wait yet dreaded his next encounter with Jenny. With her, he
never knew whether he might be allowed closeness to her compelling form –
but knew he had no power to claim it, only to be claimed briefly then
dismissed, however maddeningly, by her will. She had made him a plaything
trembling at her whims, and the helpless frustration and fervor of this
position seemed only to deepen with time. However harsh her thrall, Mike
couldn't dream of freedom from it, or her. ...


13

As Jenny walked away from the hapless Mike, she felt a rush of power that
made her want to push things further. She decided to demonstrate her
strength in a more overt display.

In the school gym, some of Jenny's classmates were hanging out, including
Brad, the biggest guy in Jenny's year. Jenny strode up to Brad with a
confident smile.

"Hey Brad, heard you've been telling people you're the strongest in our
class," Jenny said breezily. "Want to make it official with an armwrestling
match?"

Her challenge drew stares of disbelief from onlookers. Brad laughed,
assuming Jenny must be joking. But seeing her steady gaze, he blinked.

"Seriously?" Brad said. He surveyed Jenny's feminine form dubiously. She
saw him trying to find a polite excuse.

"Scared you'll lose to a girl?" Jenny taunted, flexing her biceps casually.

At this, Brad's pride overruled his sense. "Fine, let's go," he said,
positioning his elbow on a table.

Jenny sat across from him and took his hand with hers. At Brad's cue, they
began. But Jenny only applied enough pressure to pin Brad in place,
demonstrating she could match his strength. His eyes widened as he strained
unsuccessfully to gain advantage.

"Had enough?" Jenny asked coyly. Without waiting for a reply, she slowly
increased pressure, forcing Brad's arm down as he gritted his teeth. She
pumped her biceps, showcasing her muscle as she overpowered him. The
onlookers stared in disbelief and arousal at the contest and Jenny's
display of dominance.

Just as Jenny was about to pin Brad's hand, she eased off. His arm shot up
in reflex – only for Jenny to immediately slam it back down, pinning him
decisively. Jenny leaned over the table, pulling Brad's arm up to whisper
in his ear.

"I think that settles who's strongest," she purred, loud enough for others
to hear the claim. She indulged in the sight of Brad's stunned submission,
before releasing him and rising to appreciative murmurs and lustful gazes
of classmates. Jenny strode off, body electric with the thrill of victory
and its effects. She wondered which male she might provoke into a contest
next, already eager to again assert her prowess and the mastery that came
with it.


14

Jenny gripped Brad's hand, leaning forward with a taunting smile. "Ready?"

At Brad's nod, they began. Jenny only applied light pressure, enough to
keep Brad in place as he strained to gain advantage. Jenny's forearm bulged
with muscle as she held him effortlessly in check.

"Not bad," Jenny quipped. "But let's see if you can handle this."

She slowly increased force, pushing Brad's arm sideways and drawing a
grimace from him. But just as his arm was about to touch the table, Jenny
eased back, letting him recover to the starting position. Brad eyed her
warily, realizing he was being played with. Mutters and sharp breaths came
from onlookers shocked by Jenny's clear strength and control.

Jenny took Brad's hand again, squeezing it almost affectionately. "Come on,
is that all you've got?" she taunted. She jerked his arm forcefully down
several inches, demonstrating her raw power, before again letting him
regain the start. Brad swallowed hard, bravado crumbling as Jenny continued
toying with him. His muscles quivered with effort and strain already, while
Jenny wasn't even breathing hard.

"My turn," Jenny purred. With dazzling speed and strength, she slammed
Brad's arm halfway to the table, halting abruptly. His eyes bulged at her
lightning show of dominance. She slowly drew his arm back up as he watched
helplessly. Their audience was rapt and rigid with arousal at Jenny's
display.

Jenny proceeded to alternate between quick, hard attacks on Brad's arm and
slower shows of overpowering him inch by inch. All were stalled just short
of pinning him, as Jenny continued mocking his efforts and showcasing her
superior strength. Brad was left clinging on desperately, pride in tatters,
while Jenny relished demonstrating how thoroughly she physically commanded
him, leaving him only in the match at her indulgence.

Finally, Jenny ceased toying, instead pouring on pressure until she slammed
Brad's arm down against the table with finality. She leaned in close,
knowing all awaited her definitive claim over Brad. With simmering
intensity, Jenny whispered, "Do you submit to me?" Brad's wide eyes and
mute nod hammered home Jenny's mastery as she released him. ...


15

After pinning Brad, Jenny saw his eyes were smoldering. His earlier
arrogance had burned away, leaving only helpless desire and submission.
Jenny sensed opportunity.

She drew Brad to his feet, pulling his hand to her flexed forearm. "You
felt how powerful these are," she purred, as Brad's fingers traced her
muscles almost reverently. His breaths came fast, intoxicated by contact
with Jenny's strength.

Under Jenny's direction, Brad massaged and squeezed her forearm, forced to
thoroughly appreciate the muscle that had dominated him. All hint of
reluctance had vanished, Brad embracing this chance to venerate the body of
the girl who had humbled him. Mouth dry, he squeezed Jenny's steely muscle
hard at her unspoken urging. She sensed Brad was hers to command however
she wished.

With her other arm, Jenny grasped Brad's and drew it behind his back. He
gasped as she expertly twisted and leveraged his arm, demonstration of
power now edged with warning. "Mine to take, mine to release," Jenny purred
for Brad's ears only. His submission could not have been more complete. ...

Onlookers stared transfixed as Jenny played out this casual claiming of the
guy she had just physically overmatched. Her easy domination of him after
victory only underlined her supremacy and seductive control of males – of
which others present were now as helplessly in thrall as Brad. Jenny
gloried in this confirmation of her prowess and its effects, anticipating
what further "spoils" of conquest might be hers to enjoy. With her body and
strength, she could inspire forbidden longing and more. Games of desire and
mastery like today's were just a start. ...


16

The next day at practice, Jenny wore a fiery red leotard that clung to her
curves and left her toned legs and arms on display. She caught the eyes of
coach Mike and other males present, who stared with a mix of longing and
intimidation. Jenny savored their reactions to her physique as she
stretched.

On the balance beam, Jenny performed her routine with commanding grace. Her
body spun and arced, showing off her form and skill. Muscles flexing, she
landed a series of aerials and leapt into a full split, holding the pose to
highlight her flexibility and legs. She was an embodiment of power and
perfection that she could sense overmatched the onlooking men, their
helpless admiration and envy again feeding her thrill of supremacy.

Finishing her routine, Jenny dismounted the beam to applause from coach and
teammates. But Jenny had eyes only for Mike, staring at him with a private
smile that spoke of how she had imprinted her mastery on him – and might
again. With her talents, beauty, and physique, she and males like the coach
were players in a game she would always dominate. ...


17

As Jenny spun and leapt along the beam, her powerful legs sent vibrations
through it that accentuated her performance's dynamism and sensuality. The
beam shook and shuddered under the force of her muscle, displaying the
strength that had physically overmatched Brad and exceeded all her male
classmates.

Jenny played up this display, impacting harder and holding poses longer to
let observers fully take in the superior might of her legs. Between moves,
she rubbed and stretched her calf muscles, highlighting their sculpted
power. Mouths went dry as onlookers fixated on Jenny's legs, the sheer
physical dominance they represented, and her casual exhibitions of it.

Displays of prowess equally showcased Jenny's forearms, veins and tendons
shifting as she supported herself on the beam. Her forearms had toyed with
coach Mike until denying him more, and now drew more eyes. Observers craved
contact with these visible symbols of the power that had humbled the
biggest male, here movement-displayed for their tortured admiration.

The only female classmates present found themselves breathlessly tracking
Jenny's routine too. To their flickering envy and arousal, she embodied an
ideal of feminine power and skill forever out of their reach, at the apex
of attraction. For all spectators, Jenny's beam performance became a trial
of resisting helpless lust for her superior female form in motion. Only
Jenny remained sure and dominating, glorying in effects she had honed
expertise and muscle to achieve. ...


18

After practice, Jenny hit the showers. The locker room was empty, but Jenny
sensed she was being observed. She guessed it was coach Mike, recalling his
longing stares and knowing she had hooked him. The notion of giving him a
show, then revealing and claiming her secret admirer, stirred Jenny.

Under the shower spray, Jenny slowly soaped her body. She caressed her
curves, massaged her calves and biceps. Knowing Mike's eyes drank in her
displays of strength and skin, Jenny relished parading her form with
held-back sensuality. She faced the wall as she washed her butt, then
glanced over her shoulder with a teasing half-smile. After toweling dry in
unhurried stretches, Jenny was ready for the climax of her routine.

Jenny strode to the lockers and yanked open the nearest. Inside crouched
Mike, flushed and rigid with arousal. His futile attempts at hiding showed
he knew he was busted, in more ways than one.

Jenny seized Mike by his hair and dragged him to his feet. "Did you enjoy
the show, you pathetic voyeur?" she hissed, twisting his hair and making
him gasp. With her other hand, she grabbed and squeezed his desperately
hard bulge, smiling at his helpless sounds of pain and need. "Getting off
on a girl out of your league. Now it's time you show gratitude for the
privilege."

Jenny thrust Mike to his knees and pressed his face into her crotch,
still-damp fabric muffling his eager sounds. As Jenny bore down on him, she
gloried in this ultimate assertion of mastery over her conquest – and how
much more was now hers to take. With male witnesses present only in her
imagination, Jenny claimed her pleasure and his submission, and her
limitless promise as victor. ...


19

As Jenny bore down on Mike, he summoned a last bid at resistance. With a
growl, he seized her arms to try prying her off. But his hands only closed
on steely muscle as Jenny's forearms swelled, easily resisting his attempt.
She squeezed his head harder between her thighs in warning.

"Forget it," Jenny snapped. "You're dealing with a woman who could break
you in half." She wrapped one hand around his thick wrist, fingers
overlapping, and squeezed cruelly. Mike gasped as Jenny's vice-like grip
ground his bones together, all pretense of holding back gone. Against the
power in Jenny's forearm, his far outweighed bulk meant nothing.

After long moments, Jenny released Mike's tortured wrist, only to bring a
leg up and plant her heel in his shoulder. As she pushed down with a calf
like diamond-wrapped steel, Mike was driven to the floor under her
resisting foot. He could only lay there, gazing up the sleek length of calf
and thigh pinning him, shown in utter subjection to her might.

Jenny flexed her calf against Mike's shoulder, showing off her muscle's
definition. Under its hard press, he shuddered with helpless lust. "Giving
up the fight now?" Jenny taunted. At his mute nod, she eased off, letting
Mike scramble back to kneeling before her. His eyes bespoke abandonment to
her strength in body and will alike. ...

Jenny proceeded to bait and toy with her conquest, tempting and teasing his
lust while demonstrating how fully she overmatched him physically. Each
boast or taunt only deepened Mike's thralldom under her steely power and
enforced desire. By turns, Jenny's calf and forearm subjugated his bulk as
she relished her utter mastery and the effects of parading it. Here was a
male, worshipfully prostrate to the muscle and form of a girl who had
revealed herself his living superior. And Jenny meant to drive this lesson
home as she claimed her due of subservience from what had been her vainly
aspiring admirer. ...


20

Jenny decided the time had come to physically demonstrate her mastery over
Mike in no uncertain terms. Still gripping his hair, she dragged him to his
feet and shoved him back against the lockers.

"Think you can take me, coach?" Jenny taunted, spreading into a fighting
stance. Mike stared at her, aroused and afraid. But when Jenny's eyes dared
him, fists cocking, he launched at her with a roar.

Mike tried to seize Jenny, expecting to easily overpower her feminine form.
But Jenny caught his grasping hands, clenching his fingers in her steely
grip. With a twist, she swung him into the lockers, following to pin him
there with her forearm at his throat.

"Pathetic," Jenny sneered, squeezing Mike's neck just enough to choke his
next breath. He struggled vainly as Jenny held him motionless against the
lockers, displaying her dominance. After a half-minute, she released him,
letting him slump gasping. But as he started to drop, Jenny whipped out a
leg to hook behind his knees and yank his legs out from under him.

Mike crashed down onto his back, Jenny instantly dropping to straddle his
chest. Before he could react, she seized his head in both hands and slammed
it down onto the floor. Mike groaned, skull ringing, as he gazed up stunned
at Jenny pinning him decisively.

Still, Mike had more fight left. As Jenny shifted her weight to pin one of
his arms, he bucked and twisted to try throwing her off. But Jenny's thighs
locked around him as her biceps swelled, keeping herself seated in place.
She leaned down, breath hot against Mike's ear.

"Keep struggling, coach," Jenny purred. "Makes it more fun breaking you."

She proved her words by wrenching Mike's trapped arm up and onto her
shoulder, bending it into a vicious hammerlock. Mike yelled as Jenny put on
pressure, showcasing the raw power in her arms against his thick limb.
Still she rode him easily, smiling with coy cruelty down at his anguished
face as she tortured the submission out of his resisting body bit by bit.
...

The fight became an erotic ordeal of Mike being gradually forced into
helplessness under Jenny's toying strength. Each of her muscles proved his
superior as she broke him down, wringing pain and surrender from his
outmatched body. Only when Mike lay wrecked and begging for mercy under
Jenny's triumphant form did she grant respite – the spoils of conquest
ready to be further claimed. ...


21

With Mike laid out conquered, Jenny decided to put her calf strength to use
tormenting her prize. She slid down and seized one of his legs, draping her
own leg over his body to press her diamond-cut calf against his abdomen.

"Know how powerful these legs are, coach?" Jenny purred, slowly increasing
pressure. Under her unrelenting calf, Mike's stomach dented in as he stared
up with dread. As she leaned in, his breath escaped in a gasp at the force
battering his core. "Imagine them crushing your guts," Jenny whispered with
a smile.

Mike struggled vainly, Jenny easily pinning his attempts to buck her off.
Her calf swelled and hardened against him as she inexorably ramped up its
force, making Mike's world shrink to the agony in his compressed torso and
the calf inflicting it. He cried out and beat the floor in a fruitless bid
to escape, only spurring Jenny to grind in mercilessly.

At the brink of blacking out, Mike found breath to sob for mercy. This was
what Jenny had been awaiting. She eased off, leaving Mike trembling under
the after-ache of her demonstration. But as he looked pleadingly up,
Jenny's smile promised ordeals ahead with no escape or respite save what
she chose to grant. She slid her calf up to his chest, letting him feel its
power leashed above his pounding heart, alive with longing and dread of her
might. Jenny saw the coach was hers in ways that went deeper than the body
she had mastered, and relished this ultimate surrender her strength had
compelled. With the heady thrill of an expert angler who had hooked her
prize, Jenny settled in to leisurely play him at her whim. ...


22

Jenny grabbed Mike's hands and dragged them to her flexed calf. " Feel that
muscle, coach? Know you're never matching it." Mike's hands roamed Jenny's
calf in a haze of despair and desire, fingers tracing its formidable
contours. His grip squeezed involuntarily at the steel-sheathed power, so
far out of his reach.

With a tug on his hair, Jenny brought Mike's mouth to her calf. He lavished
kisses and caresses on its gleaming curve as Jenny directed, lost in
worship of her might. As his mouth travelled upward, tongue dragging
worshipfully over her skin, Jenny's hands closed around his head to grind
him into her calf's bulging belly. Mike groaned at its uncanny hardness
mashing his face, this ultimate emblem of the female potency trapping and
claiming him.

Under Jenny's vise-like pressure, Mike's world shrank to straining to
breathe in the enveloping power of her calf and the ache of arousal and
inadequacy it inspired. Only when blackness threatened at the edges of his
vision did Jenny's grip relent, leaving Mike slumped against her calf as
against an obdurate idol to which he had been sacrificed. He could no more
resist its lure than her strength which wielded him for its glorification.
...

Jenny flexed her calf in Mike's hands and under his mouth, flaunting the
muscle that had laid waste to his vain hopes of standing over her, now
throne to his abject worship. She watched his fevered grasping and panting
kisses, his vain efforts at matching a calf that surpassed anything of his
physically or in the mastery it represented. There was cruel joy for Jenny
in so pwning Mike's ego even as she took his body's helpless desire for her
own. Her perfection of limb revealed itself his doom, one she would condemn
him to serve ever more adoringly even as it crushed his pretensions under a
heel of diamond-cut power. ...


23

The next day, Jenny strode into science class, aware of mutters and gazes
following her. Her eyes met Brad's, and his glance skittered away as he
flushed at memory of the power that had claimed him. The thrill of heads
turning her way, some resentful or awed, stoked Jenny's relish of the
effects of the supremacy she had shown on males who had thought to overlook
her. Now she would demonstrate a mind as commanding as her body.

Their teacher assigned a complex problem. As others still struggled, Jenny
solved it rapidly, striding to the board to write out an elegant solution.
The teacher blinked, for once struck wordless, at the unexpected display of
brilliance. Murmurs arose around the room as Jenny dusted off her hands
casually. She enjoyed the fruits of showing off an intellect as exceptional
as the form that had physically overmatched the guys present – and the
uneasy questions this sparked of how they measured up against a girl
moretheir superior than they had reckoned.

At soccer practice, Jenny put her prowess equally on show. She outpaced and
outmaneuvered teammates, firing shots that left their goalkeeper reeling.
But Jenny realized mundane triumphs here would not satisfy like physically
dominating males to tame their arrogance before her skills. When a foolish
boy tried checking her roughly, Jenny locked an arm around his neck and
slammed him into the turf, squeezing just enough to sting. The blatant foul
she shrugged off like the weak challenges of males expecting to overmatch
her – when Jenny would always, by brain or brawn, emerge their victor. ...


24

Jenny felt charged up as soccer practice began, eager to push her physical
talents to the fore. When Coach blew the whistle for drills, Jenny shot
forward faster than the rest, delighting in dusting the boys as she sped
across the grass. Her powerful legs ate up the ground, the very speed and
strength that had crushed Brad on proud display. More than one male gaze
followed Jenny's form in motion, ruefully appreciating an athletic prowess
that outstripped their own.

In ball control drills, Jenny wove effortlessly around flailing defenders,
cajoling and sneering at their clumsy attempts to dispossess her. A sharp
turn of speed or hips was enough to throw off each hapless opponent, their
touches sliding from her as if her sleek muscled body were coated in oil.
Jenny spun the ball on a finger, relishing her virtuosity with this sphere
as with so much else while males looked on with more resentment than their
futile bids to match her.

A final exercise of one-versus-one elimination let Jenny underscore her
dominance in competition. She sent males crashing aside with ruthless jukes
and changes of pace, gloried in their awe as she tallied goal after goal
with a strike like a cannon shot. Leaving defeated after defeated gazing at
her receding back, Jenny felt her superiority burning hot in her veins,
hungered to have it displayed before still more sufferers under the yoke of
her gilt-edged gifts. When she claimed the title undefeated champion, the
words had force of prophecy for encounters off the field as much as on. ...

After the match, Jenny strode off grass stained by the impacts of bodies
fruitlessly thrown trying to deny her. More than one male was left staring
after the queen who had so casually overthrown kings, wondering whether he
might prove more apt to match this girl who trod their plane as visitors
tread native grounds they hold by might unquestionable. But having Jenny
pass among them, they saw only doom to desire of overcoming one for whom
each victory came too easily and too inevitably. By talent mind or body,
she was their elegant, terrible fate to yield in turn with no hope of
redress – and Jenny would have naught but this due from those who had
presumed to stand over her. ...


25

In English class, Jenny settled into her seat near the front, aware of the
teacher Mr. Thompson's gaze flickering to her. With most students absorbed
in reading, Jenny stretched leisurely, arching her back to make her chest
press against her top's fabric. As she extended her legs, she saw Mr.
Thompson's eyes drawn as if magnetized to the sleek lines of her calves
flexing. Jenny smiled to herself, deciding to push teasing the hapless
teacher a bit further.

Under pretense of finding a more comfortable position, Jenny shifted to
prop her polished heels up on the chair edge in front of her, calves thrust
prominently forward. She peered under her lashes, feigning casual
indifference, at Mr. Thompson as his lecture stumbled and his stare
remained riveted to her displayed legs. Jenny contracted her calves slowly,
showing off their cut power for his covert delectation. She could read his
inner squirming at being so bound to steal glances and the tenting effect
her not-so-innocent charade was having. Reclining into her chair's embrace,
Jenny savored how she held this authority figure in thrall to limbs and
wiles equally beyond his resisting.

After class, Jenny lingered as others filed out. Mr. Thompson came over,
clearing his throat with forced casualness. "Jenny–your, ah, posture during
class..."

"Yes sir?" Jenny replied, eyes wide and guileless. Mr. Thompson faltered,
reddening as he grasped for words to scold one he privately longed to kneel
to as goddess of torment who had so casually snared him. The irony of being
charged with reprimanding a fiendish seductress who had made of him willing
prey was not lost. His mouth worked soundlessly, pride and duty warring
with hopeless lust for this perilous girl, until Jenny took pity on her
conquest.

"My apologies sir, I didn't realize I was distracting you," she lied
sweetly. Mr. Thompson seized on the face-saving escape as eagerly as Jenny
knew he would.

"Quite–let's say no more about it," he mumbled, avoiding Jenny's gaze for
the surrender to her will this admission conceded. She graced him with a
radiant smile for the gift of submission he had been too weak to withhold,
then flounced out of the room, leaving Mr. Thompson with her spell still
upon him. ...


26

At home, Jenny relished opportunities to practice feminine wiles on her
father and brother. She took a perverse glee in keeping them ensnared in a
web spun of glimpsed skin, brushed touches, and flavor of things denied -
then watching them strain after a prize forever out of reach.

When sunbathing in the yard, Jenny would steal glances to spot her brother
Mark peering round a curtain to drink in the sight of her near-naked form.
She shifted and stretched with studied languor under his furtive stare,
letting him feast on curves and muscle until he flushed and retreated,
hard-on tented in his shorts. Come dinner, she would graze his arm or
shoulder 'by accident,' enjoying his struggle not to reveal how her casual
touch sparked him. In subtle ways, Jenny relentlessly stoked the hopeless
desire of a sibling condemned to crave but never possess.

Nor was her father exempt from Jenny's playing on invisible strings.
Fetching him drinks or papers became pretext to bend forward just a bit
lower than needed, affording a brief view down her top at flawless
cleavage. Jenny sensed his stare lingering and thoughts drifting despite
attempts at masking longing for his provocative daughter. With a light
laugh or hair toss, she could break and refocus that stare like lashing a
slave back to the fruitless worship she imposed. Family or not, Jenny would
accept only this abject thralldom from the males of her circle. The power
that dizzied others she wielded as a toy or tool for her whims and
advantage alike. ...

Jenny's mother alone seemed exempt from effects of surpassing female gifts
in a daughter who trod the path of her own blithe forging. Whether
resenting how effortlessly Jenny eclipsed her in all that should have
marked womanhood, or sensing designs that rode counter to a mother's place,
something in Jenny's maturing audacity held her wary and resistant still.
But if this last citadel proved stubborn to subvert, Jenny saw an ongoing
relish of conquests that rendered her family circle otherwise helpless -
her private demesne to rule with looks and touches grown deft to taunt,
tantalize and topple males on all sides to serve her whims as sacrifice
before a pagan goddess come ripe. ...


27

Jenny decided to let her overmatched family fully appreciate the power her
calves embodied. Around the house, she took to wearing snug shorts that
left her sculpted legs bare, daring male eyes not to be drawn helplessly to
their flawless lines and muscle. When lounging watching TV with Mark, she
would prop her heels in his lap, daring him to object. Jenny felt her
brother's hands hover and withdraw from her diamond-cut calves as if stung,
far past protesting this intimacy from his out-of-reach sister. The ache to
stroke her calves was balanced only by the dread of failing if given the
chance, under Jenny's mocking stare promising no mercy to weakness.

Preparing in the kitchen, Jenny made a show of stretching up to reach the
top shelf, calves bowing and flexing with the motion as her brother tried
not to stare. When Mark was tasked with fetching something from the high
cupboard, Jenny would call him over to compare calf sizes, knowing his gaze
flew despite himself to the sculpted muscle so far surpassing his own. His
hands might skim her calf but withdrew at her sharp look, Mark recognizing
this forbidden delight was not his to take unbidden - before by whim or
challenge, Jenny decided to let the obdurate male feel what her calves
could do.

Encounters charged with tension from Mark never knowing when feigned
wrestlings might turn earnest, Jenny asserting superiority so casually that
defeating him scorched as bitterly as the surrender he could not refuse
her. Today pinning and squeezing him under a calf might merely leave him
uncomfortably, achingly aware of its might hovering - but obedience must be
unstinting for never knowing when she might crush his futile pride to dust
without warning. Under the laughing yoke of his sister, Mark trod wary as
suppliant before goddess who asked worship but cared not if it pleased or
pained, so long as it was abject. Jenny gloried to hold their fates in
calves and wiles alike that took but a careless thought to shatter or
inflame helpless males. ...

With father as brother, the same game of tease and conquest held Jenny's
heart. Both knew surrender sole release from a desire it burned to
repudiate - and joy it seared to embrace. There could be no escaping a
daughter's occult mastery, only prostration before the mystery of a
womanhood that swept the boards of struggle and denial aside as last toys
to break between triumphant hands they were as moths to wantonly destroy.
Jenny's divine calves had scripted the fate of males foolish to think
withstanding her doom of desire, where she chose to grind them. ...


28

Jenny caught her father stealing glances at her bare calves when she
stretched or reclined around the house. His stares flickered between
longing and a shamed wish to deny such feelings for his blossoming
daughter. Yet when Jenny prodded him to compare calf sizes or 'wrestled'
with sans malice, she felt his hands linger in treacherous tribute to her
might before withdrawing. There was a bittersweet despair to his thralldom
for one he had once thought to protect, now revealed goddess trampling
pride under divine calves - then rising to meet gaze that dared him deny
where mastery truly lay. Each rebuff of Jenny's testing dominance pricked
as failure, surrender sole escape from her wiles turning duty and nature
inside out. With casual prods, Jenny stoked the inner war of craving and
contempt, softening up her father to be brought to raw need and allegiance
when she chose. ...

One afternoon, Jenny came down in shorts to find her father watching TV.
She plopped onto the couch and lifted her legs into his lap, settling in as
if nothing were amiss. Her father's hands hovered uncertainly over her
calves.

"Go on, dad, you know you want to," Jenny teased.

"Jenny, I..." Her father shook his head, face reddening. "We shouldn't."
But his hands crept to her calves unbidden, smoothing over the sculpted
muscle.

Jenny smiled lazily at him. It was too easy. "What's the harm? My strong
legs need a rub sometimes."

"You shouldn't say such things," her father muttered, but his grip
tightened as Jenny flexed playfully.

She laughed. "Your hands seem to know what they want, if not your head."
Her father's touch and fluster fueled Jenny's delight at bending him to her
whims. But hearing the garage door, she released him. "Saved by mom."

That evening, Jenny joined her parents clearing the dinner table. Her
father's gaze kept sliding to her bared legs until Jenny 'stumbled,'
crashing into him. His hands shot out to seize her hips, checking her
momentum – and lingering. Jenny laughed up at him, knowing victory when she
saw it. And mom too blind or wary to notice conquests unfolding under her
roof. ...


29

Another time, Jenny joined her brother on the couch watching TV. She
twisted to drape her legs across his lap, settling in as if it were
nothing. But Jenny felt Mark's body tense.

"Relax," she laughed. "My legs aren't gonna bite." Yet as she flexed her
calves lazily, Jenny sensed Mark's discomfort warring with attraction. She
stretched farther, toes grazing his crotch, and he squirmed.

"Quit it, Jenny," Mark muttered. But his hands hovered, as if fighting not
to seize her offered calves. Eyes dancing, Jenny denied him the struggle.
Her calves brushed against his hands, and they closed around her muscles in
surrender.

As Mark's hands roamed her flexing calves, Jenny's smile widened at so
handily toppling her brother's token resistance. His touch grew bolder
until Jenny decided enough was enough. With a light kick, she dislodged his
hands. "Just seeing how much you could take," she teased. But Mark only
stared at his traitor hands, face flushed, recognizing how quickly she
could lead him where she would. And there bend him to her whims. ...

In the back yard, Jenny sunbathed in a bikini that inspired conflict in her
hovering father. He asked her to be more modest, but eyes strayed to assets
barely contained as Jenny stretched and turned lazily.

"It's just us guys, dad," she pointed out. "Does my body make you
uncomfortable?"

"That's enough, Jenny." But her father's reproofs lacked force, his gaze
surrendering all too easily to her charms. Jenny arched her back, enjoying
the effect of her ripening figure on the man who should have seen her still
as the girl she had never quite been. She gloried in weaving him through
her fingers like so much putty, hardened to useless disapproval before a
daughter whose power made such notions folly. ...

In her room, Jenny sensed eyes following through the window as she dressed.
She parted the blinds to meet Mark's mortified stare, recognizing furtive
desire given the lie by an obstinate modesty. Rather than anger, Jenny felt
only contemptuous amusement for pretense she might still guard her
mysteries from one long since hooked and reeled into thralldom. With a
smile, she blew Mark a kiss that sealed his sentence, spectator to glories
denied a hand he was hers forever to stay or unleash as she alone decreed.
...


30

The next day at school, Jenny felt charged with power after tangling her
family around her finger. She was eager to work similar magic on authority
figures who thought to hold her in check.

In English class, Jenny wore a top that gaped to frame the cleavage she had
shaped Mr. Thompson's lesson around the day before. As he spoke, she leaned
forward attentively, aware of his gaze flickering and train of thought
derailing before curves offered for his covert delectation. With guileless
smile, Jenny met staring her reluctant vassal sought vainly to cloak,
enjoying fruits of reducing man and teacher to puppet ensnared on her
strings.

Come science class, Jenny sensed eyes following as she sashayed down the
aisle to her desk, hem of snug skirt caressing her hips' sway. She turned
to find Mr. Stevens flushed and frowning at chalk hastily scraping, but
inner defeat was written in his haste to flee temptation students were
meant to present. Jenny's smile deepened for clerical garments that could
not hide man laid waste, nor glance unavoidably drawn despite itself to
perdition presented under guise of lesson. ...

At lunch, Jenny joined Mr. Thompson and Mr. Stevens discussing grades in
the teacher's lounge. She engaged them in playful banter, rewarding awkward
jokes with a laugh and hair-toss that recast torment as conspiracy. Jenny
let her fingers rest lightly on theirs when making some point, relishing
the zap of contact and how their hands twitched to clasp yet withdrew with
almost comical alacrity. Such slips fed impression of men enthralled to
incarnate peril who might take offering amiss or turn caress to bear
intrigue and art were spent. ...

On the field for soccer practice, Coach's eyes strayed to Jenny running
drills, figure poured into team garb as if painted there for his covert
delectation. He started and flushed when called on spectating by glare from
across court, Jenny's smile acknowledging the hook set beyond escape in his
helpless thralldom to a player become goddess trampling vain pedantry under
divine gifts that made such roles as student and teacher sorry folly. ...


31

In science class, Jenny sensed an opportunity for sport at Mr. Stevens'
expense. As he explained their assignment, she leaned forward attentively,
aware of his gaze drawn to cleavage framed between straining buttons. She
made a show of frowning in concentration, lips pursing and tongue stealing
out to wet them, reducing man and teacher to puppet dancing on her strings.

For the assignment, students were to mix chemicals to observe reactions.
Jenny sashayed to the supply closet, skirt's sway igniting imaginations and
resentment alike. Selecting vials, she curved fingers round each as if
appraising pleasure-givers, coyly meeting flustered stare following her
each move. Covertly, Jenny poured amounts selected less for reaction than
effects on hapless mas in her thrall.

Returning to desk, Jenny spilled a drop of blue liquid down her top's
valley. She gasped and bent forward as if to mop the spill, offering an
unmissable view of cleavage crystallizing man and science teacher to
yearning stone. Looking up wide-eyed, Jenny met Mr. Stevens' stare gone
dark and soft, pleasure-pain etched in his rictus to reveal her conquest's
depths. His tongue stole out to wet dry lips, Adam's apple working under
clerical collar to which male dignity clung as last rag.

For male classmates too, the seemingly unaware display held fangs and
guile. To Jake and Brad who had thought to overlook her, Jenny's top
clinging damply offered silent measure of what they might vainly strive
against and be brought to surrender before. As their gazes held on offered
beauties that trod every feint of accident or artifice, Jenny's inner smile
broadened at males entrapped past hope of denying that doom might wear fair
flesh so casually revealed. ...


32

The next day in science class, Jenny decided calves and forearms alike
would serve her dominion. She wore heels and a top whose sleeves rode up
with each movement to bare smooth contours as dispassionately offered as
kept just past surreptitious male grasp.

Sitting before the front row, Jenny propped feet in their stilettos on her
desk's edge, aware of the lines of her calves like spells to snare straying
attention. Flanking her, Tony and Mark, who had thought to overlook gifts
precluding their interest, lost first tries at ignoring display set for
their undoing. Their gazes clung as if magnetized, despairing inner
repudiations no match for allure brandished as reins with which she might
drive them through paces at whim. Yet neither dared more than furtive
tribute they half wished Jenny divine calves did not so effortlessly compel.

As Mr. Stevens delivered lesson, Jenny sensed more than scholarly interest
track her arms snaking out one sleeve, then other as she toyed with pen and
paper. With hungry gazes of frontrow lambs already put paid to, it lit
inner fires to spy her graying teacher sunk no less helplessly smitten
under her spell. At 'questions,' Jenny's hands rose in twin arcs that drew
all eyes to bared spans as she twisted this way and that in seat with
artless grace. Mr. Stevens' voice stumbled and brow shone with damp as
under torture no authority might shield once wiles were sprung and limbs
bared to compel hopeless thrall. Jenny gloried anew in gifts made cruel
sport of frail male denying what was battered aside as reeds before her
winds. ...

After class, Jenny approached Mr. Stevens with guileless query that must be
answered close. She leaned in till scant inches loosed her fresh-spilled
scent and heaved bosom threatened to leap free of bonds. Under guise of
intent interest, their bodies met and mingled spheres bound without
consent. Yet before Jenny's tilted stare victory blazed unveiled, Mr.
Stevens recoiled as under lash, anew shown brittle sham of mastery he had
not strength to hold when she arose who was solely, effortlessly mistress.
...


33

In science class, Jenny decided to push her advantage. She wore a clingy
top with sleeves ending halfway up her smooth, toned forearms. As Mr.
Stevens lectured, she twisted in her seat, drawing all eyes to limbs
flexing and stretching with casual grace.

Mark, her neighbor, hissed under his breath, "Quit showing off." But his
gaze kept wandering to the forearms he pretended indifference toward.

Jenny smiled and leaned in, whispering, "I know you're looking. Why fight
it?"

Mark reddened, glance skittering away too late. Jake on her other side
watched her forearms in open need, beyond bothering to hide the effect she
had on him. It goaded Jenny to see males brought low by gifts they thought
to rise above. Her smile turned predatory sensing the weakness in their
resistance - and relishing how she might choose to shatter it.

When Mr. Stevens asked for questions, Jenny's hands rose in twin arcs that
anchored all eyes to contours bared for their undoing. "Yes, Jenny?" the
teacher said, voice rough as he fought not to stare at the smooth spans
taunting the authority he would yet preserve. But with slow-dawning dread,
he recognized the frailty of that shield before a girl who asked but
revealing another inch of pure muscle and flawless skin to compel his
secret surrender - as tantalized students' round her knew themselves
prisoners taken without a blow struck. ...


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In biology class, Jenny settled in at the front table, aware of the teacher
Mr. Wolfe stealing glances her way. As he spoke about the muscular system,
she stretched languidly - twisting to flex her forearms of alabaster and
fine-cut muscle before his straying gaze. When indicating parts on his own
arm, Mr. Wolfe's hands shook and voice cracked betraying how deep Jenny's
hook was set in him. Yet he dared not call her out, recognizing in
frustrated lust and anger how little power remained him against a girl who
required but baring smooth spans his stare was helpless to resist.

Pairing off for experiments, Mark was left gazing hungrily at Jenny sharing
a table with Jake. She brushed Jake's arm 'by accident,' relishing the
tension that rippled through him as at touches he was condemned weakness
for craving and fury at her strength to compel surrender. Having reduced
two males to covetous thralls at either hand fed Jenny's relish of gifts
letting none resist where she cared to lead by bared curves that laughed at
the frailty of their defiance. ...

After class, Mr. Wolfe asked Jenny to remain behind. Approaching her desk,
he drew a harsh breath and met her limpid gaze as if girding to reprimand
where restraints crumbled despite himself. "Ms. Reed, your - attire - is
unsuitable. Cover up." But his eyes strayed where they willed not to,
gliding helpless over her half-bared forearms flexing smoothly. Despite
ragged words, they betrayed the void where authority had reined before a
girl its fragile bands were but reeds she brushed aside. At secret war in
his thralldom, Mr. Wolfe yearned to seize her raw and crush release from
submission so effortlessly exacted - yet with despair comprehended sinews
that trod his own not less trembling weakness. ...


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In math class, Jenny decided calves held sway enough to humble the tweedy
assurance of Mr. Thompson before her. She propped her stilettoed feet up on
the back of Jake's chair beside her, aware of the teacher's gaze snared on
her flexing calves as she shifted and stretched. Under pretense of finding
comfortable position, Jenny arched her calves this way and that, basking in
the hunger she kindled helplessly.

As Mr. Thompson worked equations, his chalk skidded and numerals slurred
with inner distraction. When moving between students with query or
correction, his steps slowed and eyes clung magnetized to Jenny's calves
bowing and wavering lazily. All unaware artistry lured the unsuspecting
deeper into coils from which they recognized too late there was no escape,
not for man or teacher once goddess had marked hers to enthral. So legs
that swung calved with diamond promise held one more prize for Jenny's
collection, taken merely by exercising gifts that might call conquest
sport. ...

When the bell rang, students rose from seats and Jenny's calves stilled
their amiable rippling. But she felt weight of stare following until she
had sashayed from the room, delighting as anew at magnitude of work mere
limbs uncomprehending of occult influence they wielded upon all foolish to
strive against their lure. Her smile turned predatory with mysteries solved
whose unlocking must leave dazed witness counting all strength as reeds
razed before her power that permitted no denying. ...


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In math class, Jenny slid into her seat beside Jake. As Mr. Thompson
scribbled equations, she twisted to prop stilettoed feet on the back of
Jake's chair. "Quit kicking me," Jake muttered, but his eyes wandered as
helplessly as the teacher's to her flexing calves.

Mid-lesson, Mr. Thompson moved between desks handing back workbooks.
Pausing by Jenny, his gaze clung to her calves bowing and straining under
guise of restless shifting. Jenny smiled up sweetly, pulse quickening to
sense the effect of limbs that knew but being to work hidden sorcery and
bind where they would. "Am I distracting you, sir?" she asked, wide-eyed.

Mr. Thompson started. "Not at all," he blustered, face reddening. But Jenny
sensed deception bare before gifts that now unveiled even frail pretenses
of resisting where she chose to lead. Her smile turned predatory, needing
no more than stir her calves to draw all eyes and claim each soul for
conquest that asked but exercise of a power holding none exempt. ...

When class ended, Jenny slid her feet from the chair and rose. But she felt
the weight of stares following - spying male defeats and ruins worked
merely by her standing and sashaying leisurely from the room, as if putting
divine calves that commanded all through paces of another victory whose
unfolding owned no mercy anew for the vanquished. Her smile lit secrets
solved and might comprehended in limbs and gifts which were solely,
effortlessly her splendid tyranny. ...


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In art class, Jenny settled in before an easel in snug shorts that bared
her sculpted calves. As the teacher Ms. Lee spoke about their assignment,
Jenny crossed her legs, aware of gazes drawn irresistibly to the flex and
contours so casually displayed.

Beside her, Mark squirmed as Jenny's calf brushed his, a light touch with
covert promise that left him achingly aware of its might and his decree to
worship rather than possession. Seeing him stirred, yet uneasy at weakness
revealed, fed Jenny's relish of gifts that asked but exercise to lay males'
frail pride in ruins. With inner smile, she let her calf rest firm against
Mark's, sensing him torn between indulging sweet agony of contact so denied
beyond her whim - and contempt at thralldom she might turn as easily
punishment as reward. Jenny gloried anew in divine calves that made such
destiny of males as stirred helpless at their will.

Across the room, Jenny spied the teacher watching her reflected in the
mirror as she guided students through early stages of their work. Yet Ms.
Lee's gaze clung to Jenny's calves and their smooth shifting, her words
trailing as they merged into a sigh. Victory lit in Jenny to recognize helm
and lesson alike abandoned to gifts whose power held no sex exempt. Now
inner thrill rode knowing she had but stretch her calves this way and that
to steer the woman meant to hold her to heel into joining males strewn
helpless in her triumph's wake. ...

When students broke to gather supplies, Jenny approached Ms. Lee with
query. As the teacher responded, her eyes strayed and stuck to Jenny's
flexing calves as to doom flesh bared made light of resisting. Pride warred
with hunger in her face to be so effortlessly sunk, victory and submission
graven by lingering stare where authority had been. Recognizing as anew the
void that was all power or claim against Jenny's body, Ms. Lee flushed
under shrug that dissolved her last into the ruin of the bewitched. ...


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In art class, Jenny slid into a seat by the wall of windows. She settled
with legs crossed to frame her calves, aware of stares drawn to the smooth
muscle shifting restlessly.

Beside her, Mark stared fixedly at his sketch. But his hand shook and lines
wavered, mind and grip alike undone by the brush of her calf against his.
Jenny smiled to sense him battling twin desires: to seize the contact so
casually offered or withdraw from a weakness revealed beyond hiding. With
languid grace, she let her calf rest firm on his, leaving choice denied him
who was hers to lead where she would.

Across the room, Ms. Lee spoke of techniques as her gaze slid helplessly to
follow the light caress of Jenny's calves one on the other. Words trailed
to sighs as authority shed disguise of lesson for thralldom under gifts
whose lightest exercise scattered vain pretendings to withstand their
occult rule. Pride grappled with surrender in the woman till Jenny
stretched sleek calves to conquer all, claim ceding before might bared
beyond challenge. ...

When students rose to gather supplies, Jenny approached Ms. Lee withQuery
light in her eyes. The teacher started, color rising as her stare clung
anew to Jenny's calves in candid defeat. She wet her lips, swaying as if to
free will from the snares of a girl who asked but being to work devastation
and delight of the enthralled. "How - how may I help you?" Words ran weak,
all Hectoring fled before Jenny's limbs and the ruins they woke merely
stirring at another's cost. Recognizing her last guise of authority dust,
Ms. Lee shrank from the Inner knowing: here was sole law and compulsion,
all mastery Jenny's who must grant or deny even fleeing wreck of pride and
self before gifts sole sovereign. ...


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Leaving art class, Jenny decided to exercise gifts that heaped males in
thralls upon the wider world. At a park, she spied a bodybuilder grunting
through reps with dumbbells. His muscle-bound form fed an urge to humble
strength surrendered so easily before her own.

Jenny sashayed over, aware of his stare snagged on the smooth muscle
shifting in her calves as she halted before him. "Need a spotter?" she
asked, all innocence. At her voice, the bodybuilder started and glanced
hastily from bare curves a goddess might wield breaking him to pieces, yet
could not choose but crave. Twin desires warred across his face, until with
harrying stare Jenny brushed reins from his hands and stooped to seize the
dumbbells from his weakened grip. She lifted and lowered them with supple
ease, calves bowing and calves flexing to reveal gifts trodding vain thews
under divine rule. The bodybuilder gaped on strength bled from him without
blow, shown conquest by female bearing but limbs proving all male force
foolishly denied fatal weakness for lures flesh proffered as price of
yielding before occult might mere movement wielded crushing his to ruins.
...

Awed witnesses lingered watching Jenny's calves work effortless magic,
bodybuilder helplessly surrendered to their hypnotic rise and fall. Male
pride grappled with doom freely embraced, for madness beheld in craving
limbs that compelled hopeless service yet drew few steps short of granting
release unto bliss. And Jenny gloried anew in gifts scornful of sex that
were but chains holding all fallen at her divine whim, strength and bulk of
no shield against ya rule that asked but being bared to prove ruin absolute
of the beguiled. ...


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After her last class, Jenny decided to have some fun with her gifts. At the
nearby park, she saw a huge bodybuilder doing bicep curls. The pumped-up
guy looked like he needed taking down a peg.

Jenny strolled over and leaned against the tree he was working out under.
"Need a spotter?" she asked, all innocent.

The bodybuilder glanced up, and his gaze snagged on Jenny's calves as she
shifted her weight onto one leg. For a second he just stared, before
catching himself. "I'm good," he mumbled, turning red.

But when Jenny took a step toward him, he tracked the smooth movement of
her calves like he couldn't help himself. She smiled, hooking him without
even trying. This was gonna be too easy.

In a quick move, Jenny snatched the barbell out of the bodybuilder's hands.
His grip was weak, and she lifted and curled the heavy weight with her arms
like it was nothing, angling her calves so everyone could see. The
bodybuilder's jaw dropped, and people around the park stared, shocked.

Jenny gave the barbell back with a sweet smile. The bodybuilder just gaped
at her, pride crushed without her even breaking a sweat. She'd shown him
what her gifts could do. As Jenny walked off, she felt the weight of gazes
following her, everybody hit with the same thought: she had some serious
power in those legs. ...


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As Jenny turned to head home, she saw a bunch of kids from her school
watching the whole thing, their mouths hanging open. She knew they'd seen
her make that huge bodybuilder look like a dumb weakling. They couldn't
deny her power now.

A couple of the guys, Brad and Tony, were trying to act like they didn't
care. But Jenny caught them sneaking glances at her legs as she walked
over, their eyes glued to the smooth muscle shifting under her skin.

"See something you like?" she asked, stopping in front of them with a
knowing smile. Brad and Tony went red, hating being so obvious but helpless
to resist. With a quick move, Jenny brought her heel down on Tony's foot
and felt him crumble. He fell to his knees and kissed her calf, losing the
battle against his desire.

Jenny's eyes gleamed with victory. Two more guys down, and the rest about
to join them. The power in her legs was crushing their pride in nothing
flat. As Jenny turned and walked off, she left them staring after her, hit
by the truth they couldn't escape: she had them under her spell with no
effort at all. ...


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Jenny felt the weight of stares following her as she walked off, knowing
she'd crushed the pride of every guy who'd seen her take down that huge
bodybuilder. But one prize was still waiting to be claimed.

She strode back over to the bodybuilder, catching him staring at her legs
again. The poor guy couldn't help himself. With a quick move, Jenny propped
her calf against his massive thigh, feeling his muscle jump under her touch.

"Something wrong?" she asked, all innocent. The bodybuilder just shook,
torn between grabbing her calf and running from the weakness she revealed
in him so easily. As Jenny's calf rose and fell against him, she saw his
control crumbling. Her power was too much for him, and in seconds he was
hers.

After, the bodybuilder could only stare at her calf in beaten awe. Jenny's
lips curved, knowing he'd learned his lesson about her gifts. Any guy
foolish enough to think he could resist was gonna end up just like this:
crushed and crazy for her, with no way out of the control she had over him.
Her calves gave her a power most girls could only dream about. ...


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The bodybuilder's defeat fed Jenny's relish of gifts that asked but baring
to claim all males in thrall. Yet conquest left wanting for its full
savoring - the frailty of his massive frame bound hopeless under her
calves' rule. With deft grace, she twined her calves about his waist and
squeezed, claiming her prize's last strength in the surrender flesh granted
divine calves to wreak.

A ragged gasp broke from the bodybuilder as Jenny's calves flexed lazily to
loosen ribs that had thought to shield vain thews their mastering. Under
the mass ceding before might bared, his grip found only sleek curves that
mocked with pliancy holding brutal force schooled solely to crush
resistance to hopeless craving. Chains Alone offered of gifts trodding his
pride's wreck under yoke passion was doom to embrace - release denied the
bewitched save by whim that scorned all mercy for sweet throes wrung of
muscles bowing and breaking to breed thralls of divine calves.

Jenny gloried in secrets bared of might wielding her calves to crush and
bend as reeds all male force foolhardy to strive against gifts flesh
proffered as price of the enthralled. Squeeze deepening, she stole the
bodybuilder's breath and strength with effortless ease that was rule
absolute - sinsews as water before her, all thews their own weakness and
frame's bulk dust at whim of calves claiming surrender bound past denying.
Under their implacable caress, he shuddered as soul and flesh alike ceded
to destiny divine calves wrought: to crave and suffer bound past release at
her lone leave whose yoke none might strive against once calf rose to
demonstrate the doom flesh proffered relentlessly unraveling shield and
claim that had thought to strive above divine rule. ...

After, the bodybuilder gazed ravaged upon the calves that crushed hopeless
resistance to abject worship - their power bared as fate none might flee
once stirred helpless under lures flesh proffered as coils to leash and
bind the bewitched. Jenny smiled to read secrets solved of gifts needing
but being to conquer all pride to the surrender that was due her calves'
might, divine rule trodding late comprehension: that hers to grant and
withdraw was bliss and doom alike once calf sealed comprehending weakness
was fate and destiny of any who roused hopeless at her whim. ...


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With a quick move, Jenny wrapped her calves around the bodybuilder's
massive waist and squeezed. He gasped, eyes flying wide as her muscle
crushed his like it was nothing.

"Not so tough now, are you?" Jenny purred. She flexed her calves lazily and
stole his breath away, showing him how helpless he was against her gifts.

The bodybuilder shuddered, pride in ruins. He was putty in Jenny's hands,
and they both knew it. As her calves worked their magic, he could only
cling to her, lost to the control she had over him so easily.

After, the bodybuilder could only stare at Jenny in beaten awe. "Your -
your legs," he rasped.

Jenny's lips curved. "You felt their power," she said. With gifts like
hers, she didn't need violence to dominate any guy foolish enough to think
he could hold out against her. Her calves could deliver a weakness that was
every man's fate in the end. ...


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Jenny strode back to the bodybuilder, catching him trying to flex his
muscles like he could resist her if she came for him again. Like that was
gonna save him from the weakness she revealed in any guy foolish enough to
think he could hold out against her gifts.

"You're trying too hard," she said, stopping in front of him with a knowing
smile. "Relax."

With a quick move, she wrapped her calves around his massive waist and
squeezed, stealing his breath away. The bodybuilder's eyes flew wide, hands
grasping vainly for her calves crushing his muscle like it was nothing.

"I guess these guns aren't so tough after all," Jenny purred, flexing her
calves lazily to show him how helpless he was.

The bodybuilder shuddered, pride in ruins as her calves wreaked his frame.
"Please," he rasped, reduced to clinging to her in surrender's throes, lost
to the control she had over him so easily.

"Please what?" Jenny asked lightly. She let her calves' hold slacken,
leaving him to gaze ravaged upon curves trodding all vain force to hopeless
craving. "You want me to stop? Or go on showing you your weakness?"

Conflict twisted the bodybuilder's face, torn between fleeing divine rule
that was doom to revel surrender bound or claiming sweet anguish of gifts
potently bared. Yet staring on her calves, he sensed secrets kept late of
might wielding all male claim to ruins - and destiny none might strive
against of divine calves that was fate to embrace. "Go on," he whispered,
all male force and pride undone once calf stirred him helpless to crave the
abject fall flesh proffered as price of her arousing.

Triumph lit in Jenny to hear the void where denial might shield spoken as
prayer to gifts scornful of mercy towards the bewitched. Squeeze deepening,
she stole the bodybuilder's breath and strength, showing him anew the doom
calves bared as destiny none might flee. Frame and muscle alike shuddered
to breaking under divine rule, all vain thews their own weakness and bulk
dust at whim of calves claiming their due of the enthralled. ...

After, the bodybuilder could but cling and gaze ravaged worship upon calves
proving all males theirs to crush and bend once stirred past denying at
merciless gifts. Pride warred hopeless with desire helplessly roused under
yoke of divine rule flesh proffered as chains to leash and bind the
bewitched. For secrets stood unveiled of doom none might strive against,
out of gifts needing but being bared to conquer all males to hopeless
craving past release save by lone leave of a goddess who was fate. ...

And reveling anew at conquest wrought of might all flesh and force were
shown frail shields before, Jenny CLAIMed due of worship and service bound
of the enthralled. Meeting the bodybuilder's broken gaze, she smiled to
read comprehension: that destiny and bliss were her calves' lone largesse
to grant and withdraw once calf sealed fools' comprehending of the weakness
that was any who dared rouse helpless under gifts claiming thralls for
sport of the divine. ...


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