Amy - Chapter 1 - New girl in school
Wordslinger
Amy's awesome teenage adventures


Once again, here I was, in a new school, in a new city and 
unsure of myself at fifteen. It was hard to make friends when 
you moved almost every year like my dad and I did, but his job 
didn't give us any choice. I had really hoped that we would stay 
for awhile in our last home. We had been there for almost two 
years and I was just about to start the tenth grade. I even knew
a few kids. But instead, here I was, in the hallway of a new high 
school with strangers pushing by, laughing as they hurried to 
class. 

Everyday I would come home from school and lie around in the 
basement watching TV. My bedroom was kind of small, and since 
the previous owners had remodeled the basement into a rec room, 
my dad had set up a desk there so I could study. I was bored 
stiff and didn't know what a to do with myself. There was only 
so much homework I wanted to do, and so I wandered over to 
where my dad had piled his gym equipment.

A couple of years ago he got the idea that he needed to start 
working out. Probably because he was starting to get a little 
paunch. He bought this whole set of weights and other stuff, 
but after only a couple of times of trying to use it he never 
touched it again. For whatever reason he brought it along when 
we moved. Maybe he figured that someday he would get motivated 
again, but for now it was shoved into the corner of the basement. 

There was a thin booklet sitting on top of the bench that came 
with the equipment. I picked it up and started to thumb through 
the pages. Holding the booklet in one hand I rummaged around in 
a small cardboard box until I found the pictured wrench. 
It didn't take me much longer to sort through the weights and 
find two ten-pound discs.  I slid one on each end of a long bar 
and tightened the bolts like in the diagram. 

I felt kind of silly when I stood up and bent over from the waist 
and curled my fingers around the chrome bar. After all, girls 
didn't do this kind of stuff. There were a couple of roughened 
spots on the bar where the directions said to hold on. I guessed 
that was so the bar wouldn't slip out of my hands. 

Anyway, I lifted the bar to my waist and then curled it up to 
my chest. I couldn't believe how easy it was! I did it about 
twenty times, and then I set the weights back down on the carpet 
in front of me. Plopping down with my legs crossed I loosened 
the bolts and slid the collars off each end of the bar. I slipped 
two more ten pound discs on and tightened the bolt once again.

That afternoon I spent about two hours playing around with the 
weights. Even with forty pounds of iron I was still able to lift 
the bar easily. I lost track of time as I curled my arms up and 
down, but it must have been a solid hour before I finally stopped. 
When I was done I was surprised that I wasn't at all tired. 
This was kind of neat!

The next day my arms were a little sore, but after lifting the 
bar again for awhile the pain went away. When my muscles began 
to feel warm, I set the weights back down and started to read 
the book again. Following the instructions I found the two short 
bars and loaded ten-pound weights on the end of each one. It was 
way too easy, and so I added another twenty pounds. Sitting on 
the end of the bench with a dumbbell in each hand I curled the 
weights up fifty times. After a couple minutes break I did 
another fifty.

I was always kind of a big girl, but I wasn't in very good 
shape. Actually, I hated the idea of exercise. But this was 
different. This weight lifting thing was cool. Out of curiosity 
I had grabbed the tape measure from the sewing kit before I went 
downstairs the second next day. Winding it around my arm I made 
a muscle. My fat, flabby bicep was just over eleven 
inches around. By the end of the week it had grown 
to twelve inches. It was a whole bunch harder too. 
I loaded the big bar with 75 pounds of weights, and 
quickly curled it up a fifty times without even 
breathing hard.

After the first day my arms never were sore again. I kept adding 
more and more weights until by the end of the second week I was 
up to 110 pounds. Even the dumbbells had 40 pounds bolted on. 
On Friday I measured myself again and was thrilled when the tape 
pulled snug just over the thirteen-inch mark. Standing up I looked 
in the mirror that was hanging on a nail in the wall. I made a 
muscle and had to admit that my biceps were getting really big. 

Lifting weights was like an escape for me. I'd come home each day 
after school and I'd challenge myself with a heavier load. In the 
middle of the third week I reached the 120 -pound goal. My muscles 
were actually feeling bulky now and I started to wear some of 
dad's old work shirts to cover my lumpy arms. He thought I was 
just trying to make a fashion statement, but really, I was worried 
about the other kids at school. I mean, if any girl saw me she'd 
think I was way weird. And the boys. Well, I didn't even want to 
think of that!

I had something neat happen the following week. When I first 
started lifting, my tee shirt sleeves had hung loosely around my 
out of shape arms. Of course, I started to fill out as I 
progressed, and soon the sleeves had got kind of snug. On Thursday 
I didn't have any more clean tee shirts, so instead I wore a white 
blouse that I hadn't tried on in awhile. It was kind of snug 
everywhere, especially around my arms. 

I loaded my bar with almost 135-pounds of iron. Hefting it to my 
waist I steadied myself, and then I slowly pulled it up to my 
chest. My muscles burned for a moment and then I lowered it back 
again. I did it! And then I did it a bunch of times more. I was 
flushed when I was finally through and let the heavy weights 
bounce on the carpet. 

Walking back over to the mirror I raised my biggest arm and 
flexed. There was a soft tearing sound as my huge bicep split the 
inner seam split wide open to expose my rippling muscle. Wow! I 
got a big grin on my face and couldn't help but giggle. My raggedy 
sleeve made me look like a cave girl! Or, better yet, Xena! Yeah! 
Wouldn't that be cool? She was sooo strong. She even scared men!

Everyone had to go to an assembly at school the following day. 
The principal droned on and on about all the rules and regulations 
that we were supposed to follow. I was holding up my hand and 
studying my finger nails most of the time, bored out of my gourd. 
Finally it seemed like he was done and some of the kids even 
started to stand. Instead he barked into the microphone and held 
up his hand to get our attention. 

In a serious voice he told us that there were reports that some 
man had been bothering kids on the way home after school. Of 
course we all knew he meant bothering girls. He gave a general 
description of the guy, and warned us that if he saw anything 
strange we should report it to school or call the police. When he 
was finished we all shuffled out and doubt that many kids had even 
heard what he said.

That afternoon I had to hang around after school for awhile to 
finish my transfer paperwork. I got out around four and started to 
walk home like I always did. We didn't live that far away, but I 
found that I could get home even quicker if I took a shortcut 
through the industrial area. It was pretty decrepit and most of 
the factories looked like they had been out of business for years. 

Clomping along I noticed a big old car coming my way. It was 
moving slow, and when it got closer it slowed down even more. As 
the driver pulled alongside I glanced over and saw some geeky 
looking guy leering at me. He came to a complete stop and leaning 
out the window he winked and smiled.

My skin crawled when I saw his yellowed teeth and dirty hair. 
He was probably around thirty, and looked like he hadn't bathed in 
a long time. I couldn't believe it when he called over to me, and 
wrinkling my nose I kept walking. He let the car idle along beside 
me and kept making comments about how cute I was. At first I was 
offended that he would even think I could be interested in him, 
but as he kept pestering me I started to get mad. 

Pulling in closer to the curb he stopped the car just ahead of me, 
and as I walked up he slid across the seat to the passenger side 
and told me to get in the car. I was just about to mouth off when 
he flashed a knife he had been holding down below the window. 
There was a mean look in his eyes now, and it slowly came to me 
that he was the guy that the principal had been warning us about. 

I was suddenly afraid. There was no one else in sight, and I 
realized I was all alone. But then something kind of funny 
happened. Since I started to lift weights my self-confidence had 
really shot up. Having big muscles made me feel kind of special. 
Even though I kept them a secret, I still felt good about being so 
strong. I know I wasn't supposed to think like this, but sometimes 
I would find myself actually wondering what it would be like to 
try them out. You know. To use my muscles for real. 
Like in a fight. Maybe even with a boy. Just to see 
if I could do it. Maybe with this guy.

My dad would freak if he even knew I was thinking about fighting 
a guy. Girls weren't supposed to fight. My dad always told me that 
it wasn't ladylike. But...this was different. This man was 
dangerous. If I didn't go with him he would hurt me. And if I did 
go, well, he still might hurt me. Hurt me bad. What choice did I 
have?

Once more he gruffly told me to get in and warned that I would be 
sorry if he had to come after me. As he pushed open the door and 
slid back behind the wheel I meekly walked over and climbed in. I 
decided to play along and just stayed quiet. He put the car back 
into gear and eased away from the curb. 

He got about a block and then yanked his wheel around and drove 
between two buildings. It seemed like he knew where he was going. 
I thought to myself that the creep had probably used this spot 
before. He pulled up far in the alley and then stopped the car. 
Smiling over at me I could see that he was missing some teeth. He 
had a pasty complexion and his skin was all nasty with acne scars. 
I shuddered inside but obeyed when he told me to get out. He 
climbed out his door and resting his arms on the roof of the car 
he looked over at me. Grinning wickedly as he said that he only 
brought his special girls here. 

I felt a sudden surge of anger as I thought about how this sleaze 
bag forced young girls here and raped them. Maybe even beat them. 
It was time someone did something about it. But I'd have to be 
careful. He wasn't that big or anything. In fact, he looked kind 
of scrawny. But the knife made things dangerous. I had to get it 
away from him. With a geek like this I knew that there was only 
one sure thing that would work. 

Looking over at him like I was scared I said, "P..pl...please, 
mister. I...I know what you want. B...but...this is my daddy's 
shirt. He'll kill me if I mess it up. Can I...take it off first?"

He smiled and nodded his head. 

"Sure, little girl. We wouldn't want to make daddy mad now, would 
we?" 

Reaching up to the top button of my shirt I slipped it open, and 
then continued down my front until they were all loose. I felt 
disgusted and dirty as I pulled open the two halves of my blouse 
and let him see my bra. His eyes went wide as he slowly checked me 
out. My boobs had been big since I turned twelve, and now my well 
muscled chest made them really stick out. Taking a breath I sucked 
in my tummy and made my firm breasts jut out even further. A 
trickle of spit was dribbling down his chin as he leered at me in 
anticipation.

Next I slipped the blouse from my shoulders and shrugged it off. I 
had to tug the sleeves a little to get them loose from my biceps. 
But it finally slipped from my wrists and fell to the ground. He 
was so intent on my boobs that he didn't even notice my arms at  
first. I was still afraid, but I knew that he was as distracted as 
I would ever get him. I decided to make my move. I was smiling now 
as I walked over to him. 

"Hey, mister, I don't think you'll need that anymore. Now that 
we're both here...well...let's have some fun." 

Stepping up close I reached in and gently took his hand with the 
knife in mine. His lips were twisted into a stupid grin as I 
tightened my grip around his fingers.

At first he looked a little confused at what was happening. It was 
then that he noticed something besides my chest. He looked 
surprised as he looked at my arms, and flippantly remarked, "What 
are you, some kind of gymnast or something? If you ask me, those 
arms are kind of big for a girl. They look more like a man's arms! 
They look pretty strange on a cute thing like you. Luckily you got 
the chest to make up for it. Yum! Now those big tits sure 
are all girl!" 

I was still smiling as I squeezed even more. I could feel my 
forearm muscles tighten. He frowned as it started to get 
uncomfortable and said, "Hey, knock it off, bitch! Don't show off 
to me. Let's get down to business." 

As he tried to pull back his hand I gripped it even tighter. Now 
with a steadily increasing squeeze I felt my bicep begin to bulge. 
There was something really cool about dominating him like this. 
I'd never felt so powerful and in control in my whole life. 
Without changing my expression I squeezed down even harder. 

Soon he was yelling and calling me all sorts of awful names. 

"You stupid cunt, stop it!" 

Then his voice changed to a high whine as he begged me to stop. 

"Com' on, please! I mean it!" 

My arm had never felt so big and strong. Just looking at him made 
my anger grow stronger and stronger. He was just so sleazy and 
yucko. I didn't even notice how hard I was squeezing until there 
was a sudden loud crunch. 

He was screeching and trying to pull away as I realized that I had 
broken his hand in mine. An unbelievable surge of excitement 
seemed to rush through my body. Then with an overwhelming sense of 
satisfaction I kept scrunching his hand around until it felt all 
loose and pulpy. Bringing it up in front of me I had to work at it 
with my other hand to pry the knife out. 

He was whimpring and moaning as he shot his other hand out at my 
hair. I dropped the knife and grabbed his wrist in mid flight. 
With a grin I said, "It's not nice to hit girls!"

Still holding him around the wrist I grabbed around his fingers 
with my other hand and then slowly bent his hand backwards amidst 
the crackling of bones. He shrieked and groaned, and when I was 
done his hand was flopping around loosely.

I couldn't believe that I was doing it! I was beating up a man! 
But when the boys had fights, they punched each other. Stepping 
back I made a tight fist and brought it back behind my shoulder. 
Taking aim I drove it forward with the tremendous power of my huge 
bicep. Smashing it into the side of his jaw, another loud crunch 
of bones filled the alley. His head jerked around and he went 
toppling a couple of feet against his car. His jaw was hanging 
kind of funny; as he tried to talk it flopped around. 

My eyes went big. I quickly stepped up and cocked back and drove 
my fist into his face again. There was a sudden sharp crack and 
something gave way under my hard punch. His head bounced against 
the top of the door frame. I stumbled too, and when I caught 
myself I looked and saw that his cheek had split wide open. His 
jaw was really lopsided. I quickly drove my fist into the same 
spot and knocked his head sideways. He was staggering and reeling  
around. Getting my balance back again I looked up and saw his 
lower jaw dangling to one side by a rope of gristle. I had 
actually knocked it off! Oh, my, gosh! I glanced down at my fist 
and marveled at my strength. 

I was so incredibly stimulated that I couldn't stop nervously 
giggling and dancing around on my toes. Taking aim I smashed 
him in the side of the head. My knuckles thudded heavily. Now 
I punched him in the face again. There was a sharp crack as I 
splintered his eye socket. The impact was so powerful that his 
eye popped out and bounced down on his cheek. The sight of his 
blood spraying everywhere made me wild. I felt like my strength 
had doubled as I pounded his ribcage with a ferocious punch. 
My fist smashed right through his bones like they were twigs. 

In a frenzied rage I rushed at him and grabbing his arms I threw 
him down to the ground. 

"You creepy jerk! I'll teach you not to pick on girls!" 

Dropping to my knees next to him, I clutched his greasy hair and 
yanked up. I wasn't even sure what I was doing as I forced his 
head into the crook of my elbow. His hands were feebly pulling at 
my bulging bicep as I curled up my forearm and secured him like a 
vice. I felt my muscles lurch even bigger. 

My adrenaline started to pump in big squirts through my body as 
I felt his head resist my strength. Something inside me snapped. 
Pulling up my forearm I started to squeeze him tightly between my 
massive rock hard bicep and sinewy forearm. 

"Manly arms, huh? Well, let's just see how manly a fifteen year 
old girl's arms can be!" 

Grunting and huffing I concentrated on my massive muscles, 
thinking of all the big weights that I had lifted. Suddenly I felt 
something start to shift and give under my ferocious onslaught. 
With another big squeeze I heard a muffled crack. 

There was a heavy pounding in my ears and somewhere in the 
background I could hear a little girl shrieking with excitement. 
It took me a moment to realize that the girl was me. My mind was 
spinning as I grabbed onto my wrist with my free hand. Pulling it 
as snug as I could, I suddenly jerked it with all my might. Splot! 
His body gave a big twitch as his skull collapsed in a wet mess. 

I was giddy as I kept flexing and working my big muscles, 
crunching his head until it was almost flat. When it was over I 
shook my arm and brushed him off. Tearing his shirt away I used it 
to wipe the mess off my skin. It was lucky I had jeans on to hide 
the stains!

My mind was still reeling with excitement as I stood up and 
quickly looked around. No one! I reached down and grabbed him by 
the back of the belt. Lifting him effortlessly I carried him over 
to a nearby dumpster and easily tossed him over the lip. The keys 
were still in the car, so after I got my shirt back on, I drove 
myself about a block away and then parked it behind an empty 
factory. I had enough sense to wipe off the steering wheel and 
everywhere else that I touched. 

Walking home I slipped into the bathroom at a gas station. Inside 
I washed my hands and then noticed that I was bleeding slightly 
from my forearm. Running the water over it I saw something white 
and grabbing onto it I wiggled and pulled it loose. It looked like 
a piece of his skull. I threw it in the toilet and flushed.

I was still all pumped up when I reached home, so I worked out on 
the weights. For the first time I got to 150 pounds. And then I 
curled it twenty times more. When I was finally done I went over 
to the mirror and hefted my big guns. They were way huge now, and 
pulling out the tape measure I smiled to see I had reached fifteen 
inches. It was neat that they were the same size as my age! I 
thought about the jerk I had pulverized, and looking back at my 
muscles I smiled. Boy did he make a mistake messing with me. A 
mistake for him, but not for me. He deserved everything he got, 
the creep. Now he'll never bother any girls again. 

Really. It was like I was some kind of super hero. Like Xena! Only 
I was a secret heroine. I bet to myself that there was more than 
one girl out there who would thank me, if they only knew. And what 
about the other girls he would've messed with? They'd be pretty 
thankful too. Making my muscles big again I studied them. Yeah. I 
was the good guy - I mean girl. And these were my secret weapons. 
Every secret hero needed a secret weapon. And I had two of them. 
Big ones.