Caryn 
By The Collector with Erin
Girl Muscle at Work


Copyright 2001 The Collector

This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send
comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com

I was hauling boxes of paper from our office to the supply room just across
the hall. Caryn, our accounting clerk was sitting at her desk...a late night
of paying bills. The office was empty except for us.

I had carried 11 of the 36 boxes to be moved when Caryn appeared.

"I’m going home Tim...can’t those wait till tomorrow?" she asked.

"No...boss wants them done tonight...company tomorrow," I said as I sat down
for a minute.

"He should have someone helping you," she said.

"I know...it’d make it a lot easier"

"I’ll give you a hand...it shouldn’t take both of us long" she said.

"It’s OK...they’re pretty heavy" I said.

"I don’t mind...I’m pretty strong," she said. I looked at her like she was
kidding.

"Really...I am," she said. She took off her coat and slipped out of her heels.
In her bare feet, Caryn was only 5’1" and 100 pounds. Her denim skirt and pink
sweater showed off a much better than average body. For a girl 5’1", her
34C-22-34 body was a wonder. She had dark blonde hair, straight, that curled
around her face and pretty blue eyes.

"OK...I’m ready," she said.

I got up, grabbed a box and hauled it across the hall. Surprisingly, Caryn was
right behind me with one stacked on top of the other.

"See? Told ya," she said smiling.

"How’d you do that?"

"I told you I was strong," she said as we walked back.

To prove myself to her, I grabbed two boxes. They were more than I could
handle, but I made it anyway.

She followed with two behind me, then returned and grabbed two more and
stacked them before I left the room.

"You’re not keeping up with me," she said.

"I know," I said lamely. I did what I could while she easily handled two at a
time and we finished in less than 20 minutes.

"Thanks...I needed your help"

"I think you could have used my strength," she said smiling.

"That too...hey...would you like to get a pizza or something? I’m buying...you
know...for helping me" I said. "Sure...I’d love to" she said. Why wouldn’t
she...it was an innocent invitation.

I was always attracted to Caryn, but had kept a keen eye out for a girl with
strength...or muscles...or both. Caryn had thoroughly surprised me. I wanted
to find out how strong she really was. Was what she had just done an anomaly,
or did her small feminine body really have as much strength as she just
displayed?

* * *

She followed me to a local bar where we found an empty table in the rear of
the bar. It was quiet, upscale, and not too crowded.

We talked for over an hour. I kept trying to find a way to squeeze it into the
conversation. But was having quite a bit of difficulty doing so. Finally, I
just decided to broach it. As our plates were removed, I looked at her.

"Caryn...with your strength, you should try arm wrestling. You’d probably be
pretty good at it"

"I used to...a long time ago, but there weren’t any girls that were strong
enough for me"

"Wow...when was that?"

"I think I was...a sophomore in high school. I could beat anybody then"

"Well...maybe you oughta arm wrestle guys...for beers or something," I said.

"I can get a guy to buy me a beer without making him feel bad," she said. And
she was right...she could have gotten any guy she wanted.

"You’ve...you’ve done it with guys then?"

"Yea...I beat the strongest guy in my high school...and the gym teacher...he
was really strong too"

"Wow...you must have had amazing strength," I said, now starting to churn
inside.

"I still do...you’d be surprised at how strong I am. Have you ever lost to a
girl?"

"A couple times...but just barely" I said. It was true too. Two girls I knew
in high school beat me...one pretty badly. But I didn’t want Caryn to know.

"How’d it make you feel?" she asked. I thought she was baiting me.

"Um...I don’t know...a little funny"

"That’s too bad," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Any girl strong enough to beat a guy should know how to use her strength to
attract him...if he’s man enough to handle a powerful woman"

"You...you wouldn’t think less of a guy...for losing to you?"

"No...I’d think less of him if he didn’t worship that part of me. Just because
I’m strong doesn’t mean I’m not feminine...and need his attention" she said. I
was speechless.

"Think you can handle my strength Tim?" she asked.

"I...I think so" I said sheepishly. I’d never been with a woman so forward, so
confident. And I was thoroughly intrigued with her, not to mention intimidated
by her.

"I guess we’ll find out...take me home," she said.

In her heels, I was 4 inches taller than she was. I paid the bill and we left
in her car. She slipped off her shoes and nuzzled close to me. I was beside
myself wondering where tonight was going.

"I know what you’re thinking about" she said smiling as she rested her hand on
my thigh.

"I know," I said.

* * *

We got out of the car. She put her arm around me and rested her head on my
shoulder as we walked to her apartment. I was 10 feet tall.

We walked into her apartment. A plush white carpet greeted us.

"There’s stuff to drink in the frig...I’ll be out in a minute" she said as she
disappeared into a back room.

I grabbed a beer and poured her a glass of wine, then returned to the living
room. I turned on the gas fireplace and waited for her.

"Come here Tim," she said as she left her bedroom, came into the hallway, then
exited down a flight of stairs. I followed.

She had changed into cutoffs that made her tush look perfectly round, and the
perfect size for my hands. There was a slight ‘V’ in her upper body made by
the pink T-shirt she had tucked in so tightly. Her legs were perfect, lightly
tanned, slim, with but a hint of muscle.

"Here Tim" she said. She picked up a barbell loaded with weights...bigger than
one I’d ever seen before, with one hand and walked to me. She held it out to
me. I grasped it in both hands, then nearly dropped it before she grabbed it
back. She didn’t seem to have any trouble with it.

"Caryn...that’s heavy" I said.

"Maybe for you...I was just testing you," she said. She put it down, then
placed her hand on my arm and squeezed it. I winced.

"Ouch...that hurts," I said.

"Sorry...just testing you" she said. "Ever touch a strong girls’ muscle?" she
asked.

"No...not as strong as you"

"Put your hand here...tell me what it feels like" she said.

I grabbed her upper arm as she held her arm out straight, self conscious about
it, not sure what she was going to do next. It was as I expected it to be.

"It’s solid...it feels strong...really strong" I said.

"Now tell me what it feels like" she said. "And squeeze as tight as you can"

She curled her arm slowly. My hand started moving as her arm got bigger. I
felt her muscle growing in spite of all my efforts to contain it. I looked at
her and saw her smiling at me.

"Now tell me what it feels like" she demanded quietly as her muscle kept
growing. She filled my hand with her strength as I looked into her beautiful
eyes, and saw a seemingly impossible contradiction in her beauty and the
wonderful bicep I held in my hand.

"Strong...powerful...like a girl should be...like...like you Caryn," I said.

"You’ll see the rest later," she said as she pulled away.

"It gets bigger?" I asked. I had guessed her pretty arm to be at about 14
inches. On an average girl, by any standard, big enough to move me. On Caryn’s
small arm, anything bigger would seem impossible.

"You’ll see...come here...lift me up" she said. She went to a free standing
structure with a weight bar across the top, over 6 feet high, just out of her
reach. I stood in front of her, hesitant.

"Go ahead" she said taking my hands and placing them to her thin waist. She
jumped slightly and my hands followed her up as she grabbed the bar with both
hands. She started doing pull ups in quick repetition that seemed far too easy
for her.

"Watch this" she said. She let her right hand go...then kept doing them with
just her left hand, as fast as she had been doing them with both hands.

"And that’s my weak arm" she said smiling.

"Caryn...you’re so powerful...so strong..." I stuttered.

"Catch me" she said as she let go of the bar. I caught her in my arms, my
hands just below her tush. She let her hands rest on my shoulders.

"You wanna see?" she asked.

"See...see what?"

"What my strong arm can do...remember the pretty muscle you just touched?" she
said stroking her hand across my face. I was enchanted, elated, and more than
stimulated.

"Y...yes..."

As I held her, she grabbed one of the vertical supports of the structure with
her left hand. With her right, she reached up and grabbed the bar that rested
on top.

"Tim...do you know anybody that can do this?" she asked.

She gripped the bar tightly...then started pulling on it. I looked at it and
saw it begin to sag almost immediately.

"Caryn...no...no girl’s that strong..."

"This girl is," she said. She smiled at me and kept pulling on the bar. The
sag had turned to a bend as her powerful arm forced it to yield under her
feminine strength.

"What else do you see Tim?" she asked looking to the side. Caryn’s bicep had
exploded and had stretched the short sleeve of her blouse.

"Your...your muscle Caryn" I whispered.

She tugged harder...and it grew even bigger...her sleeve slid down her arm to
make room for it, but had she wanted to, she could have shredded the fabric
with her strong arm. The bar was now nearly bent to a ‘V’.

"I know what you’re thinking Tim...just do it" she said.

I reached over and softly kissed her pretty muscle, then looked up into her
eyes.

"Take me upstairs Tim" she said.

I cradled her and carried her up the stairs, not without fully exerting
myself. She steered me into the bedroom. I set her down next to the bed,
unsure of myself.

"Tim...guess what I’m going to do now?" she asked.

Before I could answer, she grabbed my shirt and lifted me off the floor with
her right arm. Then she gently threw me on the bed. My head found a pillow as
I lay flat looking up at her.

"I...I don’t know" I said. I watched her slip her shirt over her head. Her
breasts appeared and were as perfect as I wanted them to be, begging to be
held in my hands.

Without warning, she jumped on top of me and quickly grabbed my hands. She
smiled broadly, then pushed both hands behind my head and looked down into my
eyes.

"Whatever I want Tim...a strong girl always gets what she wants." she said.

Her petty face closed to mine as I closed my eyes...and every dream I ever had
about a girl’s strength...and some she invented herself...came true.