Chapter 7 - Amy meets the cheerleaders
Wordslinger
Amy’s awesome teenage adventures

I knew that Kelly was right about the Jake business and so I kept my 
distance from her at school. Kelly did her best to ignore me too, except for 
an occasional quick wink when no one else was looking. 

One day after about a month I was at my locker putting away my books. 
Kelly’s locker wasn’t too far down from mine and I overheard a group of 
cheerleaders that were standing around talking with her.

“Oh, Kelly, we’re so sad. Really. I mean, Jake, wow, he was like, your 
brother, for sure. It must be awful!” 

Kelly looked the part for them and bowing her head sadly and said, “Yeah, 
for sure. I hope they get the jerks who did that to Jake and Sammy.”

“Uh, did they, you know, ever find out, how, you know…”

Kelly looked at them seriously. “You mean, like, what happened to them?”

The girls all nodded their heads.

“The police said it was pretty awful. They think the guys who did it were 
big and must have beaten them with baseball bats or something. It’s kinda 
gross, but they broke their necks too.”

The girls as a group put their hands up to their mouths. “Oh, gross!”

After sympathizing a while longer they strolled off chattering down the 
hall. Amy gave a quick look over to me and grinned just for a second.

A couple of days later Kelly called me after school. 

“Hey, guess how big I am!” 

I recognized her giggly voice right away. 

“Huh?” I asked stupidly. 

“You know,” she admonished. “My arms, silly! I’ve been a busy girl. 
Everyday after cheerleader practice I go home and lift weights. Tons of 
weights. Well, maybe not tons, but still, I’m getting really big! Com’on, 
guess! Pleeease?”

I could tell that Kelly was really excited. Smiling to myself I said, “Oh, 
okay. Tell me. How big are you?”

I could hear Kelly giggle on the other end of the phone. “I’m almost 
fourteen inches! Well, I mean, thirteen and a half, but can you believe it?! I 
mean, they’re huge! Well, maybe not huge, but still, they’re awesome!

“Now when I wear my cheerleader sweaters the sleeves are really tight 
around my arms. My muscles stick way up when I do my routines, 
especially when I lift the other girls. 

“Hey, and get this! A couple of the girls think my muscles are neat! Isn’t 
that too much?  They want to start lifting weights too. You know Timea? 
Her arms are already muscular, but she wants to try it. And Stacey too.”

I couldn’t help but think about Kelly’s arms while she was blabbering on. 
The last time I saw her biceps they were twelve and a half inches and I 
remembered how big and hard they looked. And how strong she was too. 

It was like she was reading my mind. 

“ You just gotta see, Amy! I’m still so skinny and everything but now I got 
these big man-size biceps! They’re almost embarrassing…not! Still, I don’t 
want too many people to know about them, except for the cheerleaders and, 
of course, you! I mean, it’s because of you that I’ve worked so hard. I just 
wanted to be like you.”

Kelly explained between breaths that she felt that enough time had passed 
for us to be safe together. 

“That’s history! No one even cares. Those guys were jerks. Even the cops 
think so. 

“Come over to my house with me after school tomorrow. My mom works 
and she doesn’t get home till after six. We’ll meet outside the east door. 
Okay?”

I was still thinking about her muscles.

“Sure, Kelly. I don’t have to be home right away either. I’ll see you 
tomorrow.”

The next day I felt kind of excited during classes. I hated to admit that I 
was looking forward so much to seeing Kelly, but I guess I was. When 
school finally let out I grabbed my stuff from the locker and went down the 
hall to the east doorway. Kelly was standing there still dressed in her 
cheerleader outfit and when she saw me she did a little jump.

“Alright, Amy! I’m so glad to see you! I missed you! Hey, I really like that 
outfit of yours! It makes you look so cute.”

Recently I had started to dress a little nicer and I was flattered by Kelly’s 
compliment. I was still self-conscious about my arms though, and like 
usual I was also wearing a matching jacket that covered them up. My 
muscular shoulders were also a problem and I had torn out the pads that 
came with the jacket. I looked too big otherwise. 
 
At Kelly’s house we tossed our book bags on the kitchen counter. After she 
got us each a coke she took me down the stairs to the basement. 

“See, there it is. That’s the stuff that I got…from him. Pretty awesome, 
huh?”

It was a major gym set and had stuff that I’d never seen before. 

“Kelly, what’s this thing?,” I asked.

She smiled. “It’s for your legs. See? You lay on it and push up on this bar 
with your feet. The weights are on the back. You just move this thing to 
where the weight is you want.”

“Wow. Do you use it?”

Kelly smiled again. “Nah. I’m not interested in that kind of stuff. My legs 
get plenty of exercise in cheerleading.” 

She walked over and picked up a dumbbell off a metal rack. It had a 
twenty-pound iron disk at each end. She bounced it in her hand like it was 
nothing. 

“Now this…”

Kelly slowly curled her forearm up. I watched mesmerized as a large lump 
formed under the snug sleeve of her school sweater. By the time she got the 
weight half way to shoulder level the cloth had stretched so tight that I 
could make out every ripple and bulge of her grapefruit size bicep. 

Kelly saw the look on my face and grinned proudly. “See? I told you! I’m a 
bicep girl too!

“Now watch this!”

She dropped the weight back into the rack and turning to me with a big 
smile, Kelly hoisted both arms up and made her muscles lurch hard. The 
huge biceps that bulged from under her sweater looked unreal. I was 
absolutely stunned. Kelly couldn’t weigh more than 110 pounds and it just 
seemed that there was no way she could be so colossal. 

“Well? Wanna see more?”

I nodded my head wide eyed.

Kelly quickly dropped her arms and grabbed onto the bottom hem of the 
sweater. With one swift pull she popped it off her head and tossed it over 
on the bench. She had on a little black bra, and, looking me straight in the 
eye, she raised her arms again. 

It was even more unbelievable. The sharp peaks of Kelly’s massive triceps 
and biceps looked like they should rip right through the soft pale skin of 
her otherwise skinny arms. Kelly was giggling again.

“Believe me now? Don’t they rock?”

All I could say was, “Wow”.

Soon I had my blouse off too. I didn’t wear bras anymore since they didn’t 
seem to fit right. 

Kelly and I compared our sizeable arms. 

“Hey, Amy, just how big are you now?”

I looked down bashfully. “Sixteen and a half.”

Kelly whistled in appreciation as I flexed and showed her just how big that 
was.

We both lifted weights for awhile until the doorbell rang upstairs.

“Whoops! I almost forgot. A couple of the other cheerleaders said they 
might drop by. The ones I told you about. Timea and Stacey.”

I quickly started to pull on my blouse but Kelly held up her hand and said, 
“Hey, Amy, relax. Timea and Stacey are okay. Really. They just want to 
learn some stuff about lifting. Just like us.”


I buttoned my blouse anyway and then Amy pulled her sweater back on too 
before she went upstairs. I felt uncomfortable around strangers and decided 
I’d leave as soon as I could without hurting Amy’s feelings. 

Kelly came back down the stairs with two other girls in tow. They still had 
their cheerleader uniforms on and were almost as giggly as Kelly. When 
they reached the bottom of the stairs they came right over to me and before 
I knew it I had made some new friends.

After a little while Kelly suddenly interrupted. 

“Okay, girls, you know why you’re here! So, who wants to see my muscles 
first?”

I was shocked at Kelly’s boldness but almost instantly the other two girls 
were bouncing around, shooting their hands in the air. 

“Me! Me! Me!”

Kelly made a production of pulling off her school sweater, and then, as the 
other girls stood transfixed, she lifted her right arm and made a muscle for 
them. Of course it was her biggest arm, the show-off!

“How about this? Am I big or what?!”

The cheerleaders gushed over Kelly’s big muscles. “Oooh, look! Kelly! 
Whoa, girl! They’re awesome! How can it be?”

Kelly was beaming as she invited the girls to touch her. 

“Go ahead. Check em’ out. You know you want to!”

The girls flocked around Kelly squeezing and touching her massive 
muscles. 

“Gosh, they’re so super hard. You must be incredibly strong.”

Stacey tittered and poked at the rock hard bulge.

“You make my ex-boyfriend look like a wimp. I mean, he thinks he so cool 
and everything, but you’re way bigger. I bet you could take him with those 
arms. For sure! Except he’d probably faint first when he saw those things!” 

Timea was taking her turn and touching the monster muscles when Kelly 
spoke. 

“Hey, Timea, how about it? We know you got some muscles! Let’s see 
how we compare!”

Timea smiled and said, “I may not have guns as big as those, but mine 
aren’t too punk either.”

The girls were laughing and giggling as Timea wrestled with her uniform 
top. “You go, girl!” they teased.

After Timea tugged the top up and over her dark brown shoulder length 
braided hair, she casually tossed it on top of Kelly’s sweater. Timea was 
about the same height as Kelly but a little heavier. You could see she was 
well muscled and her large breasts stood out without the help of a bra. As 
the other girl’s squealed encouragement Timea grinned and lifted her arms. 
Her biceps ballooned nicely under her taut coffee colored skin. 

Next it was Stacey. She had sandy blond hair that she wore in a ponytail. 
She barely stood 5’2”. Stacey was fifteen, but with her freckles and 
squeaky high voice she looked and sounded like she was still twelve. When 
her sweater came off she pumped up a nice pair of sizeable biceps. 

As Kelly and Timea oohed and awed over Stacey I thought to myself that 
cheerleading must be a lot tougher than I realized. I mean, these girls were 
really built!

Then Kelly turned to me. “Hey, Amy. What’ya think? Wanna show the 
girls some real muscle?” 

I could feel my face flushing as the girls turned to me questioningly. 

Kelly went on soothingly. “Amy’s kinda shy, but, really, she shouldn’t be. 
She’s the one who got me into this muscle stuff to begin with. Maybe if we 
ask her real nice she’ll let you have a peek.”

The cheerleaders were all over me. “Please, Amy? Com’on, it’s only us. 
We’re all friends now! Besides, we did it!”

I glared at Kelly and she laughed. “Hey, come on Amy, it’s just for fun! 
The girls deserve to see what real muscles looks like!”

The girls went quiet as I finished taking off my blouse. Standing in front of 
them I slowly hefted my arms and squeezed my biceps until I was full size. 
The only noise in the room was a sudden intake of breath until finally 
Timea croaked, “Oh-my-god, girl, those things are way awesome!”

Then they all started babbling at once. Hands were touching and squeezing 
my iron hard muscles, and as I looked at Kelly she smiled and winked. 

“Oh, look, I can’t even reach around it!” “They’re so big!” “They feel hard 
as bricks!” 

Finally the girls settled down and Kelly took command again. 

“See? Didn’t I tell you? She’s unbelievable. Between the three of us we 
could probably take on a football team!” 

The girls all jumped and screamed, “Yeah, yeah, we could do it! Go 
cheerleaders! Kick boy butt!” 

Kelly showed Timea and Stacey how to do some curls with the weights but 
soon the girls had to leave to go home. Before they left we all agreed that 
we would meet at Kelly’s house after school tomorrow to work out 
together. When they were gone I stayed behind to do some more lifting 
with Kelly. 

We got through about a half hour of weights when Kelly said, “Hey, Amy, 
you’re not mad at me, are you? You know, about showing you off?”

I smiled and answered, “No. I was a little nervous at first, but, well, Timea 
and Stacey are really neat.”

Kelly grinned broadly. “Good. But, I’m kind of glad they’re gone now. 
There’s something I want to show you.”

I watched as she walked over to a table and picked up a dirty metal rod. 

“They use this in construction. I saw it when I was walking by the place 
where they’re building that new shopping center.” 

Pinching it between her thumb and first finger she went on. 

“The men working there said it’s called rebar. It’s almost three-quarters of 
an inch thick. Heavy too. I’m not sure what it’s for, except they use it in 
cement or something. The guys gave me some pieces when I asked if I 
could have it. 

“I’m sure they were so generous because of my cheerleader outfit You 
know, short skirt and tight sweater on a young girl. Men seem to like that.

“I wonder what they’d think, though, if they knew why I wanted it.”

Amy walked back over toward me and stopped about four feet away. She 
was smiling broadly as she lifted the bar in front of her and wrapped her 
hands tightly around it. 

“I’ve been practicing. Just for you.”

Then as she slid her hands closer together she winked and purred, “We 
don’t want it to be too easy, do we?”

I nodded as I watched her arm muscles tightened and bulk up.

“Watch, Amy. So I can show you just how strong I am.” 


Kelly scrunched her face as she started to concentrate. I watched fascinated 
as her forearms rippled with thick twists of muscles. Her humongous 
biceps grew so big that I thought they’d split her flesh wide open. 

“Ungh! Ungh!” 

But, try as she did, nothing happened. 

Kelly panted hard now as she strained and tried again. 

“Unnnh! Unnnh!”

Sweat was dripping down her face. Still nothing. 

Her jaw muscles stood out as she gritted her teeth and her head started to 
tremble.

“Arrrrgh!” 

Pieces of dirt and rust started to pop off the heavy rebar. 

“Unnnnngh!”

Kelly’s strong shoulders lifted, and bracing the small exposed section of 
the bar against her chin, she started to push down with all her might. 

“Unh! Ummmmph!” 

There was a sudden high-pitched squeak of metal. Kelly heard it too. Now 
she was gasping and grunting like an animal as she strained at the heavy 
bar. There was another tight metallic squeak. Then another. 

Kelly was huffing now. The metal squealed in protest as her bare hands 
twisted and forced the ends of the bar down.  She shrugged her muscular 
shoulders again and I watched wide-eyed as she dominated the hardened 
iron and bent it even further. Finally, with a deep growl she raised herself 
on her toes. She teetered there for just a moment, and then with a 
unintelligible shriek she dropped back down to her feet. 

I thought her biceps were going to explode as she aggressively wrestled 
with the big rod. Suddenly, there was an extended groan of metal. Kelly 
pulled back her lips and bared her teeth. Then, with one last incredible 
display of humongous girl power, Kelly snorted and forced her hands 
downward again. The thick iron bar gave a final yelping squeal of protest 
as Kelly overwhelmed it with her powerful muscles. A sharp metallic ping 
ricocheted loudly off the basement walls as Kelly finished the job and 
snapped the rebar right in half.

She was still gasping and panting as she smiled and held out the broken 
iron bar. “Whew! There! Not…bad…huh?”
  
Kelly was beaming with pride as she handed me the two pieces. The 
shattered ends of the heavy rebar were still hot from the force it took to 
break it. I looked over at Kelly with awe. My voice was respectful as I 
murmured, “Wow. I guess you have been a busy girl.”

I noticed where Kelly was looking. Glancing down I saw that my nipples 
were hard and sticking way out. She grinned and softly remarked, “I’m 
glad to see you like it so much. If we had some more time I’d let you show 
me just how much, but mom will be home soon, and we better get things 
straightened up.