THE INTERVIEW
by Michele LeMuscle -“ written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Mr. Lansing hurried down the school hallways trying to make his way down to
the gymnasium. It was 3:40 pm and he was rushing to his 3:45 appointment. He
was the Grade 10 Math Teacher, but did some work on the School Newspaper. He
was scheduled to interview the School's star Gymnast, a 17 year old student
named Victoria. He made his way down the crowded hallways. School had just
been let out and kids were making their escape from the school day. He
politely shuffled his way through the never ending wave of students.

Nearly out of breath and nearing his destiny, he made his way into the gym
just at 3:45. It was also a busy place and students were packing up after
themselves and slowly leaving. Mr. Lansing looked around trying to identify
Victoria, having never met her. He was hoping to get there earlier to see her
in action. He asked a nearby girl. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find
Victoria?". To his luck a girl a few feet away heard his question.

"I'm Victoria." she said to him as she approached him.

"Wow, there's a stroke of luck. Thought I'd be looking for a while. Sorry I'm
a bit late." he said to the teenage girl.

"No worries. I just finished." she replied.

She had already put on some track pants and her leotard was long sleeved,
there was no denying she was bulky. Her sleeves were filled by her bulky arms
and her chest was very prominently plump. She stood about 5' 2" tall. She
threw a towel over her shoulder. "Can you give me about 15 minutes to shower
and change?" she asked.

"Oh, yes ... take your time. I'll be here waiting." Mr. Lansing replied as he
sat down on the bottom row of the gym bleachers.

The gymnasium slowly emptied as he waited. He slowly scanned his notes for the
interview. Soon there were only a handful of students hanging out. Then he
heard a sharp clunking sound coming closer. He looked up and saw Victoria
approaching from the locker room. His eyes locked on her as she approached. It
was her 5 inch high heels making the clunking sound on the Gym floor. But,
that wasn't what locked his eyes on her. She was wearing a short skirt and
lacy sleeveless top. Her legs, which had been concealed from him earlier, were
now in open view. Thick thighs, even thick by gymnast standards. Calves
bulging and visible from the front. Hips swaying lightly and causing her
thighs to throb with cords of thick muscle. A true vision of youthful
muscularity.

He took a deep swallow as he drank her vision in. Her arms swung at her side.
Thick forearms flowing up into biceps that were at least 16 inches in their
relaxed state. Triceps protruded out with firmness. Her low cut top showing
off a very plump chest with deep cleavage. He couldn't believe what his eyes
were seeing. The 34 year old Math Teacher had never seen a girl, or woman for
that matter, with a body like hers. He felt unsettled. Not knowing why his
heart rate was accelerating.

"Sorry I took so long came her chirpy young voice. Her red hair and freckles
giving every indication that she was a young teenager, but a body that would
make any female bodybuilder jealous. "Mr. Lansing?" she chirped once more to
the dazed man.

"Huh? .... Oh sorry, Victoria." he gasped out of his delirium. He stood up to
the young girl, who was now closer to 5'7" in her heels. He had never given
many of the female students a second look before, but Victoria had definitely
excited his manhood.

"Shall we just sit and do the interview?" she gestured to the bleachers. He
had planned to do the interview in the bleachers, but things had changed.

"Maybe we can do it in my office?" he suggested, wanting to get a closer look
at her physique.

"Um ....." she hummed as she playfully swayed.

"There won't be any distractions or noisy students there." He added.

"Okay, I guess that would work." she agreed.

"YES!" he thought to himself.

He couldn't understand what was coming over him as the two walked down the
hall. Why was he so turned by this 17 year old? It had never ever crossed his
mind to be attracted to any student in the school. Was it the clothes, the
muscles, her age, or just the whole package?

"How long have you been teaching here, Mr. Lansing?" Victoria asked.

"About two years." he replied.

"Strange how I've never seen you around the school." she pondered. Strange
indeed, he thought, because he surely would remember seeing a girl like her.

"Uh, yes ... just coincidence I guess." he replied. "Well, here we are." he
said as he turned the knob on his door and opened it.

She stepped into his unlit office. He turned the lights on as she entered. His
desk was very messy. "Sorry about the mess." he said as he cleared papers
quickly. He sat after throwing all the papers on a filing cabinet behind him.
"Please sit." he gestured to Victoria.

"Okay." she chirped as she sat at the chair in front of his desk. It was far
enough from his desk that he could see all of her. She set her purse down on
the floor and crossed her legs. He watched with full attention as her legs, as
if in slow motion, erupted with muscles. Her thick thighs had to be at least
34 inches and jutting calves at about 16 inches.

His excitement grew with every minute he spent looking at her. She brought her
hands and lay them atop her crossed knee. Once again, muscles reacted.
Forearms thickened, biceps bulged, and triceps jutted out. Her upper arms
converged on her inflating chest, which was an incredible mixture of young
teen-aged breasts and thick muscle-engorged pecs. Her soft breaths spread her
low cut top and created a rippled cleavage. "So, where should we start?"
squeaked the teenage girl.

'Yes, where should we start?' he thought. 'I have to control myself. She's a
student' he thought to himself.

He nervously brought out his pad and pen. She shuffled in her chair in
readiness, causing muscles to dance all over her young body. He joyfully
watched as her muscles seem to flutter in a sequenced dance. "Um ... so how
long have you been in Gymnastics?" he asked as he watched her body softly
throb with muscles.

"Um ...." she started, placing her finger on her chin. Her bent arm produced
an incredibly bulged bicep. Thick, round and over 18 inches with her subtle
movement. That got his loins reacting even more. "I'd say about 5 years now."
she said with a smile.

"That would explain your physique then." he replied.

"Physique? Oh, ... uh kinda .. I guess." she replied, realizing he was
referring to her muscles.

"You seemed to pause your answer, Is there something more to it?" he queried
to her. "Well, let's just say I had a good head start." she replied.

He still gazed at her as they spoke. "Can you elaborate?" he continued.

"Well, both my Mom and Dad are bodybuilders, so I had muscles at a very young
age." she said.

"That does explain a lot." he replied as her wrote on his pad. "So, you work
out with weights a lot?" he asked.

"Actually very little." she replied.

"But ... your muscles .... they're .... um.." he stammered as the words tried
to leave his mouth. He felt like a fool as he stammered.

"I know .... everyone thinks I have big muscles for a girl." she said to him.
That was an understatement he thought. To his absolute surprise, she brought
her arms up in a flex. Her soft flex made her biceps rise like mountains. Her
biceps swelled to nearly 20 inches. The pen dropped out of his hand onto his
desk as he watched her pump her flex one more time. Her soft skinned arms were
now transformed into rippling muscles. "I guess they're kinda big...." she
innocently said.

In a bold move for the mostly timid man, he stood up and walked over and stood
behind her as she sat with arms flexed. He hovered his hands over peaked
biceps in overwhelming anticipation. "May I?" he asked, pleading in his mind
for her approval.

"Um ..." she started as his temptation got the better of him and he lowered
his hands onto her biceps before her approval.

"I'd say these are very .... very big .... muscles for a girl.." he said in
amazement.

"I guess ..." she said in her girlish voice and flexing once more. She softly
sighed as her biceps rose to 21 inches beneath his touch.

"Yes, and they are as hard as rock!" he boasted as he removed his hands from
her biceps, in an attempt to control his growing arousal. "How does a gymnast
do so well with muscles like that?" he asked.

"My muscles give me the strength I need to do almost everything in
Gymnastics." she said as her head turned up to look at him.

He was mesmerized as she looked up at him with that young, childlike face.
"Are you okay, Mr. Lansing?" asked the youngster. He peered down at her very
exposed chest from that vantage point. Her deep, muscular cleavage looked up
at him as if tempting him. He could feel himself getting hard. The urges were
becoming too strong.

"You're a very special .... girl." he said softly in his delirium.

"Uh ... thank you ..." replied the confused teen. He placed his hands on her
shoulders and softly rubbed the hard muscles within. "What .... what are ...
you doing?" she asked. His caressing hands slid down over her collar and
slowly down her chest. "Mr. Lansing!" she pleaded aloud. She still offered no
resistance as his hands continued down under the fabric of her top and over
her pecs. He found them the hardest, most unyielding thing he'd ever felt.
Skin so soft, with muscles of steel beneath.

"Mr. Lansing ... Please stop!" pleaded the young girl. Her distress caused her
muscles to tighten even harder .... much to his pleasure. His hands probed
every inch of her muscle laden chest. That's when she had enough of his
fondling and suddenly grabbed his wrists. "Please ... Mr. Lansing." she said
as she pulled his hands up and out from beneath her top. She stood and turned
to him. "Shame on you, Mr. Lansing! I'm only a teenager!" she pouted.

"Yes ..., but with the body of a Greek Goddess of Muscle!" he replied hungrily
as he had passed the point of self control. He moved the chair out from
between them. She leaned back on his desk. Her slightly torn shirt exposing
almost all of her now protruding pecs. Her deep breathing inflated her pecs
immensely, to the point of exposing the outer edges of her nipples.

"Please get a hold of yourself, Mr. Lansing!" she pleaded. Her arms planted on
his desk made her them striated with ripped muscles throughout.

"Don't tell me you dress like that not to get anyone's attention?" he said as
he stepped right up to her.

"I ... I .... don't know ... what you mean.." she began to sniffle. He slid
his hands onto her waist and slid her top up, revealing her chiselled abs that
rippled up and down as tensed. "Oh no ... please ..." she pleaded. He pulled
himself into her. She felt his manhood press against her. "Stop it!" she
finally growled as she flung her powerful arms around him a bear hug. He
instantly cringed in pain from the brute force. "Hmmmmmmmf!" she softly
grunted as she turned up the squeeze. Her arms swelled with incredible muscle
mass. Her chest filled with hard, thick muscles. He arched his back as her
muscles converged on his spindly body.

He pushed on her shoulders in attempt to break free, but there was no way he
could over power this little girl. Victoria finally released him from her
clutches and fell to his knees. He gasped for air from the tremendous
squeezing power of the teen.

"My daddy always warned me men would be trying to do things to me because of
my body. I never believed him ... until now." she spoke in near tears. He
grasped her thighs as he continued to regain himself. His hands pressed
against the thick cords of thigh muscles as he looked at her in pain. "My
Daddy also said when the time comes, for me to use my muscles." she continued
as she slid up what little skirt she had up to her waist.

She hopped onto his desk and brought her legs up. She rubbed her muscle
bloated thighs as she ran her hands over her thick muscles. "Victoria ....
please...." he now fearfully pleaded. She slowly wrapped her thighs around his
neck. He felt her powerful muscles converge on his neck. Using her Gymnastic
abilities she raised her bottom off the desk. Her body was straightened out to
one level. He cringed as she began to slowly squeeze.

"Mmmmmmf.... you're a very .... very .... naughty man!" she said as her thigh
and calve muscles expanded with more and more muscle. He grabbed her thighs as
the pain surged through his neck. She flexed her high heels, pointing her toes
in Gymnastic fashion, sending a wave of rippling muscles up and down her legs.
Muscles bunched up and grew to thick cords in her thighs.

With incredible gymnastic ability she slowly raised her legs higher and
higher. His neck stretched from the hard, powerful squeeze of the teen's
mighty thighs. Her legs rose until they were directly pointed upwards to the
ceiling. Her legs and body were vertically upward. Her high heeled shoes
shined from being in proximity of the bright room lights directly above.

She sighed softly as she squeezed. He, on the other hand, groaned in severe
pain. Her young thighs continued to bloat with more and more muscle. Cords of
cable-like muscles swelled from her thighs. Although the 17 year old was
intent on teaching him a lesson, she definitely took a bit of pleasure in
inflicting pain with her muscles. She slowly brought her legs down with
precision, with his head securely trapped in her thighs.

Her legs were now back down to desk level. She slowly opened them a bit,
releasing him from her muscle entrapment. He fell to his knees, his face
reddened from the onslaught of her muscles. She held her legs in place as he
groggily moaned from the pain. "Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned as she flexed her
feet back and forth, taking pleasure in injecting more muscle into her legs.
"Oh yes!" she elated as her legs became massive with granite-like muscles. She
spread her legs apart a bit further, then slammed them inwards into his face.
Spit spewed from his lips as cheeks were fiercely compressed by her massively
muscled thighs. She spread her legs once more.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmfffff!" she grunted as she harshly slapped her mammoth thighs into
his face once more. It was like two petrified tree trunks slamming into his
face and head. She then spread her legs apart as far as she could. She softly
grunted as she pumped her feet back and forth. Her thighs ballooned with huge
cables of striated muscle. With her thighs bloated out to over 32 inches of
steel muscles, she slammed her legs together with brute force. Spit
accompanied with blood spewed from between her massive thighs as she held her
squeeze. She didn't dare squeeze anywhere near full power, or that would
surely break bones .... at the very least.

She finally released him from her muscle vice and he limply fell to the floor.
Unconscious, bruised, and physically dominated by the high school girl.
Victoria hopped off the desk and stared down the beaten and bruised man. Her
clothes stretched to their limit of containment by her swollen muscles. A few
moments more of crushing would have surely brought muscles to clothes ripping
massiveness.

"Wow! Gymnastics never brought my muscles out like this before!" the teen
boasted as she flexed up her arms and threw out her chest. Her arms swelled to
over 23 inches and chest puffed out with deep, thick blocks of pec muscles. "I
guess this little interview was really good for my muscles, Mr. Lansing ...."
she spoke to the unconscious Teacher. "... but not so good for you, you
naughty man!" she added. Victoria gave him one last look over and made sure he
was breathing. "You'll be fine. It's really going to hurt in the morning,
though." teased the giggling teenager as she left his office.

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A few days had passed since Victoria had completely manhandled Mr. Lansing for
his forward actions. She had walked by his office on a daily basis noticing
the lights were always out. The teen was becoming a little worried that she
may have hurt him more than she thought. By the time a week had passed and
still no Mr. Lansing at school, Victoria thought she'd better do some
investigating to make sure all was okay. All she managed to get from the
school front office was that Mr. Lansing was away sick for an indefinite
period. Luckily, Victoria was able to sneak a peak at Mr. Lansing's home
address while at the front office. "Think it's time I pay Mr. Lansing a visit
and make sure he's okay."

Victoria left for Mr. Lansing's house right after school that day. His home
was only about five blocks from the school, so it was within walking distance.
The walk took less than 15 minutes. She approached his home and walked up to
the front door. The teen stood for a moment and pondered her decision that
brought her to his home, then knocked on the door. A few seconds later the
door opened. Mr. Lansing's eyes widened as he saw it was Victoria.

"Hello." chirped the teenage girl.

"Um .... uh .... " he stammered aimlessly. "What ... what .... are you doing
... here?" he said in a frightened tone.

"I haven't seen you at school for a while." responded Victoria.

"I don't think ... it's a .... good idea for you ... to be here..." he
continued to stumble.

"Please don't be frightened Mr. Lansing." the girl assured him. Although she
was in 5 inch heels, her muscular body was covered over by her track suit. He
just stood there in semi shock. "Well ... aren't you going to invite me in?"
asked Victoria.

"I ... I ..." he muttered. Victoria took the initiative and walked herself in.
"Oh .... dear ...." he nervously muttered. He slowly closed the door. "This
isn't a good idea, Victoria..." he pleaded.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. that I ... um... didn't hurt you
too bad?" the teen replied.

"I'm .... fine... now." he spoke, rubbing his neck.

"I just thought that because you weren't at school, that I may have really
hurt you bad." Victoria said to him.

"I was hurt kinda bad, but I haven't returned to school because I don't want
to face to Authorities after you told them." he replied.

"Authorities? I didn't tell anyone what happened that day in your office. I
figured you were punished enough." Victoria assured him.

"You really didn't tell anyone?" he asked in relief.

"No, no one at all." she replied.

"Oh that's such a relief. I can't tell you how sorry I am for my actions that
day. I really let my arousal get the better of me." he said to the 17 year old
girl.

Victoria looked at him with puppy eyes. "Well, I must apologize as well.." she
started.

"You? Why?" he puzzled.

"I'm afraid I may have let my emotions get the better of me, too." she began
to explain. He continued to be puzzled. "All I want to do is my best in
Gymnastics. I think I'm a pretty good Gymnast, but I've been blessed or cursed
by all these muscles." she continued. Although the track suit did well to
cover her body, her broadness and overall thickness was very apparent. Mr.
Lansing just listened as the teenage girl continued to explain.

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