KIRA AND THE STOREKEEPER
by Michele LeMuscle - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Mr. Mason swept the side-walk in front of his store in the morning sun. The
street was still relatively quiet as he swept. He looked down the street and
saw young Kira walking towards him, as she did most mornings on the way to
school. He knew the 17 year old just to say hello. As she drew closer, her
young wide body filled his vision. Kira was not like most 17 year old girls.
She was a vision of muscular mass. Her 5' 6" frame carried her massive muscles
gingerly. Mr. Mason guessed her weight to be at least 190 pounds of solid
muscle. Her massively wide shoulders panned down to a very slender waist,
which gave her a huge muscle-ripped, V-shaped upper body. Her hips were of
relatively normal size that ran down into her massive thighs and jutting
calves.

Her playful, almost juvenile strut, was a complete contrast to her
muscularity. Her blonde pig tails lightly bounced off her broad shoulders. Her
constant smile and countless freckles gave her that cute, girlish look. In her
tight blue jean shorts, short sleeve T-shirt, and sneakers ... she had a bit
of a skip in her walk. Her 20 inch relaxed biceps had already stretched her
sleeves tight. Her huge pecs stood proudly atop her chest and also stretched
out her T-shirt. Her ripped abs were clearly visible through the fabric of her
shirt. Her bulging thighs also stretched her jean shorts tight. Her legs
throbbed with immense muscles as she strolled. Mr. Mason stopped in his
tracks, as he did whenever Kira walked by. 'What a vision of beauty!' he
thought as she drew nearer. No matter how many times he saw her, he was always
more impressed with the young girl's muscularity.

His heart rate accelerated as the muscle-hulking 17 year old approached. She
playfully stopped directly in front of him. "Hi, Mr. Mason." she chirped with
her chest playfully thrust out. Her huge pecs stretched the T-shirt to
transparency. Every muscle fibre in her upper body was clearly visible to him.
Tiny bumps from her button sized nipples stood proudly on her pecs. Her arms
playfully behind her had her arms teeming with muscles. Horseshoe triceps
jutted out from the rear of her arms as biceps pushed out from the front. She
bounced up and down on her heels, causing leg muscles to dance in and out.

"Hi ... Kira .." he nervously muttered in a sweat.

"How's things?" the young girl asked.

The thoughts raced through his mind as he looked down at her bulged muscles.
Being this close to her always made his mind wonder. 'Am I crazy or creepy for
finding this young muscle goddess attractive?' he thought. His loins began to
stir as his thoughts continued. 'How could I get closer to those muscles?' he
thought to himself.

"Uh ... things are ... uh ... great!" he came out of his trance.

"Wow! You must be working really hard?" she chirped.

"Working hard?" he wondered.

"Ya .. you're sweating!" she observed, not knowing it was her young
muscle-bound body that was causing the sweat.

"Uh ... ya ... working hard!" he played along.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" she confidently asked.

"Well I can't afford to hire anyone right now." he said, but knew he had blown
an opportunity to get closer to her muscles as the words left his mouth.

"Oh ... I'm not looking for job. I would love to help you with odd jobs for
free." she playfully replied. The window of opportunity had reopened, he
thought.

"But ... but ... don't you have to get ... to school?" he asked, trying to
control his excitement.

"Well school is about another 25 blocks that way." she said as she gestured
with her left arm. Her arm came up in an unintentional pointing flex. He
watched her bicep balloon with muscle. Her bicep gently swelled up. "I usually
walk and it takes about an hour. I could help you for about 45 minutes, then
take the bus from here." she said.

'this is too good to be true' he thought. "Well .. I could use some help with
some boxes in the back." he said happily.

"Sure! Just show me the way!" she agreed.

'What an opportunity to get to see her get her muscles really pumped' he
thought as he opened the store door for her.

"Right in here." he gestured her through the door. Kira entered the quiet
store. Mr. Mason turned and locked the front door.

"Oh ... why are you locking the door?" asked the young girl.

"I ... uh .. it's not time to ... open yet." he stuttered. The truth was he
didn't want anyone coming in on them.

"So what do you have for me to do?" she eagerly asked.

"Just back in the store room." he said. The two walked down the narrow store
aisle. He walked behind her. Her wide shoulders nearly taking up the whole
aisle. He watched her gingerly skip ahead of him. Her calves fiercely
thrusting out with each skip. She reached the store room and opened the door.
It was dark and musty.

"Here, let me get some light in here." he said, flicking the switch. The light
filled the dusty room and brought her into the light as well. He glared at
her. Even motionless, her massive muscles seemed to pulsate.

"Well .. what do you want these muscles to do for you?" she asked, going into
a playful double bicep flex. His mouth was agape as her biceps swelled to 26
inches. "Mr. Mason ... Mr. Mason?" she said to the mesmerized store keeper.
"Are you okay?" she said as she brought her arms down.

"Huh? .. Uh .. oh ... ya .. perfectly fine.." he drooled.

"Well, what is it you need help with?" she asked once more.

"Um ... uh ...?" he muttered nervously, having not thought out any plan. He
nervously looked around the store room. His stock boy had everything in place
out on the store floor and ready from the night before. There was hardly
anything left in the stock room, except for some boxes. "Uh ... maybe ... uh
.. you can move these boxes over by the door?" he grasped at something for her
to maybe get her pumped. She looked at the ten or so boxes neatly piled
against the wall, wondering why they needed to moved over by the door.

"Okay!" she shrugged as she walked over to the boxes. He smacked his lips in
anticipation as she grabbed hold of the first box. The boxes weighed about 80
or 90 pounds each. She softly sighed as she lifted the box. She turned towards
him as she walked towards the door. He saw that her cute, freckled face didn't
even show a hint of strain. Her biceps weren't any bigger than when she
flexed. She carried the box as if it were a tissue box. He was very
disappointed that his chance to see the young girl get pumped up with massive
muscularity was slipping away from him. The weight of the boxes was obviously
much too light to even put a light strain on her muscles.

The boxes were the only items in his store room. Kira walked the boxes over
and over. Although she was pulsating with muscularity from head to toe, it
wasn't the result he was hungrily hoping for.

"There. All done!" she boasted as she lay down the last box. Although the
sight of the young girl effortlessly hoisted around boxes that would have him
straining was a turn on, he was hoping to get a glimpse of her true
muscularity. "Gee, that took no time at all!" she joyfully said.

"Uh .. ya .. that was great, Kira. Thanks." he replied in a monotone response.

"Well, I guess I better be heading off to school." she said to him.

"Uh .. ya ... you better run along." he said with disappointment in his voice.

"Maybe I can help you tomorrow morning?" she said as she began leaving. His
eyes lit up.

"Yes! Maybe tomorrow!" he gleed. He watched as the muscle-bound 17 year old
gingerly left the store. Mr. Mason quickly picked up the phone and dialled.

"Hello, Charlie? Ya .. it's Jim. Send me over some of those water jugs
tomorrow. No ... the 250 pounders. Yes, I'm sure! Send me a dozen!" he said
and hung up. He picked the phone and dialled again. "Hello, Tommy? Ya ... it's
Mr. Mason. Why don't you take a couple of days off. Things are a little slow
right now. Okay ... see you in a few days." he said and hung up the phone.
Tommy was his only other employee and took care of the stock room.

The next morning, Mr. Mason was sweeping his side-walk, as usual. He waited,
hoping Kira would be walking by again. There she was .... in the distance he
could see the wide, muscle-bulging little girl walking down the street. His
heart gained a few beats at the site of her in the distance. The girl
attracted much attention as she walked. Everyone who walked by her did a
double take. Traffic slowed as they neared her. She was definitely not the
normal sight on a morning drive. As she drew nearer the depth and detail of
her massive muscles got his hearted pounding even more. She wore a short,
tight jean skirt and another tight, sleeveless T-shirt. She gave him that
girlish smile of hers as arrived to the store front.

"Good morning, Mr. Mason. How are you?" asked the muscle-hulking young doll.

"Better, now that you've bid me good morning!" he boasted. She threw her arms
behind her and twisted left and right in a child-like fashion.

"Oh stop, Mr. Mason! You're making me blush!" she cooed.

'Looks more like I'm making you bulge!' he thought as he watched her young
body contract and ripple with muscles from her actions.

"Just thought I'd check and see if you needed help again this morning?" she
chirped.

"As a matter of fact, I did get a shipment early this morning that I could use
a hand with!" he gladly replied.

"Oh yippie!" she jumped up and down like a toddler.

"It's back in the st ..." he began, but Kira had already headed into the
store. He followed, once again locking the door behind him. He went to the
back room to find Kira already in the room.

"Is that your shipment?" the young girl asked of the 2 pallets sitting by the
bay door. The dozen large water filled containers were stacked 6 each on two
pallets. Mr. Mason walked over and cut open the plastic wrap around each
pallet. Kira's eyes widened at the three foot long and two foot wide
cylinders. "Mmmmmmmm ... these look a little heavier than those boxes from
yesterday!" she cooed. Mr. Mason noticed her chest filling and other bodily
muscles tightening as she smiled at the cylinders. Her swelling pecs stretched
the already helpless T-shirt even farther.

Kira noticed the cylinders had handles, more like fork lift slots, but she saw
them as handles. She placed each hand on a cylinder handle and lifted off the
pallet. Mr. Mason watched on. Her bare, already muscle-engorged arms,
instantly reacted to the 250 pound weight of each cylinder. Huge veins puffed
up, muscle jutted out the back of her arm, and her biceps swelled from weight.

"Well, it's not much, but it's almost a work out!" said the little girl. Mr.
Mason was very turned on by the sight. "Where do you want them, Mr. Mason?"
Kira asked.

"Um ... uh ... over there." he said, pointing to furthest corner from them.
Kira walked the two massive cylinders over to the far corner of the room,
about 30 feet away. He watched the muscles in her arms gyrate as the weight
slightly bounced up and down. Her legs also showed a bit of strain as her
thighs and calves swelled with each step. She set the cylinders down in the
corner and walked back for another set.

"My word! You make that look so easy! Did you get that way from working out?"
asked the now very aroused man.

"These muscles didn't get there way on there own!" she boasted as she stopped
near him and flexed her bicep right in front of his face. Her bicep shot up to
30 inches of mountainous muscle.

"My .. my ... that certainly is a ... big muscle!" he drooled over the peaked
bicep directly under his chin. He thought that if her shirt had sleeves, they
surely would have been ripped apart by her massive biceps! Kira held her flex.

"Gee thanks!" she chirped. He couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and
touch the peak of her bicep. "Ooooooo ..." came a surpised coo from Kira, as
he lay his hand on one of her flexed biceps.

"Wow! It's so big and hard!" he said in a major drool.

"Oh it gets even bigger and harder when I really get it worked up!" she
boasted as she pumped her flex one more time for him.

'Oh man! this is a dream come true!' he thought as her bicep rose up under his
touch. Her skin was so silky soft, but the muscle beneath the skin layer was
as hard as rock. He could feel his urges rising while he felt her hard,
bulging 32 inch bicep. 'Control yourself Jim!' he thought to himself.

"Well ... I better get back to the cylinders!" Kira said, breaking him out of
his muscle lust.

"Uh .. yes .. the cylinders." he replied in his delirium. Kira bent down to
pick up two more cylinders. Mr. Mason got a full view of her perfectly round
and hard glutes. Her hamstrings striated and her huge calves filled with even
more muscle. She softly sighed as she straightened up and lifted two more
cylinders. She gingerly carried the two heavy cylinders past Mr. Mason with a
girly smile.

"You don't have to supervise, Mr. Mason. I'll be fine." she said as she set
the cylinders down in the corner.

"I just want make sure you'll be alright." he said as she made her way back
and stopped in front of him again.

"Hello! I got muscles!" she said as she flexed her arms again. Her biceps rose
to 33 inches each. Her tanned skin was made shiny by the rising muscles. He
could feel his pants getting tighter in his groin area. Kira then turned into
a side chest flex. Her deep, cubed pecs jutted out from her chest fiercely. A
few strands of thread snapped as muscles expanded. "You shouldn't worry about
me when I have muscles like this, Mr. Mason." she boasted. He stood there in a
trance, feeling so much arousement at sight of the 17 year old's amazing
muscles. "You okay, Mr. Mason." she asked the stunned store keeper. He covered
his crotch.

"I .. I ... uh ... need to go to the ... bathroom!" he blurted as he ran out
of the room and to the bathroom around the corner.

"Hmmmmm? Wonder what got into him?" innocently spoke the young girl. Within
seconds she could her his moans from the bathroom. Kira decided to get the
rest of the cylinders moved while he was in the bathroom. He returned a few
minutes later to find all the cylinders moved. His face showed the
disappointment of not being present for her carrying the cylinders. "All done,
Mr. Mason!" she said proudly. He saw her shirt was stretched tight from her
expanded muscles. He thought another flex or two would surely rip it open.
"Everything okay in the bathroom?" asked the naive girl, not realizing he had
relieved himself of the built up tension.

"Um ... uh .. sure. Just had to wash my ... uh ... hands." he replied
nervously.

"Oh I see." she looked at him with her puzzled face. "Same time tomorrow?" she
asked.

"Oh yes, please! I'll have more for you tomorrow!" he replied as her watched
her walk out of the stock room. 'I've got to get something heavier for her to
move around and those muscles really pumped up!' he thought.

The next morning Kira had surprised him by showing up even earlier. "Hi, Mr.
Mason!' she chirped as she entered the stock room.

"Uh .. oh ..Hi, Kira. You're early!" he said, stumbling with his words. The
muscle-bound young girl was wearing spandex shorts and her usual short sleeved
tight T-shirt and sneakers. He quickly ran to the front of the store to lock
the door.

'Why does he always do that?' the young girl thought. Mr. Mason came back to
the stock room panting from his mad dash. "Gosh! What's the rush!" Kira
giggled. She looked at the empty stockroom and wondered. "There doesn't seem
to be anything to be moved today?" she said.

"Um .. no ... not in here. I have a special job for you today." he replied.

Mr. Mason led Kira over to his office. His office was a disaster to say the
least. He brushed some papers off of a few old safes. "This is what I need
moved!" he requested with a smile. There was three cast iron safes that
probably weighed 1200 pounds each.

"Ooooooo ... goodie!" chirped Kira.

"They're not too heavy, are they?" he asked.

"Oh gosh, no! Where do you want them?" Kira happily asked.

"Down in the basement would be nice." he replied as he cleared other papers
and boxes away from the three safes. "There you go!" he said to her.

"Mmmmmmm ... this should be fun!" Kira giggled as she straddled the first
safe. He watched her wrap her mighty arms around the safe. She shuffled to get
a good grip. Her arms petrified and rippled with muscle. She let out a soft
grunt and slowly lifted. Her leg muscles expanded as she slowly came up. His
eyes glazed over in amazement as the 1200 pound safe slowly came off the
ground. "Ohhhhh ..." she softly cooed as she straightened herself upright.

He became incredibly aroused, glaring at the 17 year old girl almost
effortlessly holding the 1200 pound safe in her arms. She barely showed any
strain from the weight, but her arms were incredibly striated from wrist to
shoulder.

"Mmmmmmm ... that really feels good on the arms!" she boasted.

"I bet it does!" he replied in his glory.

Kira turned towards the door with the heavy safe in her arms. "I'm off to the
basement!" boasted the young girl. The excited man couldn't believe the
display of sheer muscle power by the young girl. His loins were stirring up at
the incredible sight. He followed her, directing and opening doors for her.

"Right down here, Kira." he said as he led her down into the basement. The
powerhouse young girl effortlessly carried the 1200 pound safe down the
stairs. "Just set in anywhere!" he said, watching her muscles pulsate as she
moved.

"Mmmmmmmf!" she softly grunted as she set it down.

"Wow ... that was amazing, Kira!" he boasted.

"Not really. That's barely got me worked up. See?" she said as she flexed her
biceps. Her gentle flex shot her biceps straight up. The mountainous muscle
majestically rose, tearing through her short sleeves like tissue. "Oh pooh! I
guess It did get me a little pumped after all!" she boasted of her near 40
inch peaks and ripped sleeves.

He broke out into a salivating sweat as the 17 year old stood proudly with her
huge biceps towering from her arms. Her T-shirt also tore an inch at her
neckline as her upper body muscles were all expanding as well.. "Gosh! I
should be really pumped up good after I get those other two down here!" she
boasted.

"Oh .... yes ... very, very pumped!" he salivated.

"You wait right here and I'll finish the job!" she said to him as she ran up
the stairs.

Mr. Mason fell back into a dusty old chair. Dust sprayed from it as the very
aroused store keeper was in a dream-world. He remained in a state of delirious
muscle lust as Kira brought down the other two 1200 pound safes, just as
easily as the first.

"You okay, Mr. Mason" she asked the smiling man.

"Oh ... never better!" he replied. Kira had the last safe still in arms. "God
... you're such a strong and muscular young girl!' he drooled.

"I sure am!" she bragged as she hoisted the safe over head with ease. Her
shirt ripped slightly more as muscles enlarged and widened. The low ceiling
caused the safe to hit and rupture a water pipe over head. Water rained down
on Kira, drenching her whole body. "Oh dear!" she squeaked as she set the safe
down, while water continued to pour down on her. Mr. Mason quickly got to his
feet and shot off a valve from over head. The water ceased to flow. Kira set
the slightly damaged safe on the ground.

Mr. Mason was awestruck by what he saw. Kira's clothes were completely
drenched. Her T-shirt was 99% transparent. The wet shirt was sucked into her
body as if by vacuum, like a transparent layer of skin. Every ab muscle was
visible. The deep cleavage of her huge, cubed pecs sucked the shirt deep
inside, revealing the ripped muscles of her cleavage. Her little button
nipples began to spring to life from the cold wetness.

"Oh my gosh!" she pouted as she ran her hands over her soaked abs. Mr. Mason
watched with sheer delight as she smushed the wet shirt over her rippling
muscles. "Oh pooh! What am I going to do?" she continued to pout.

"You'll have to get that dry before you head to school!" he said to her.

"How will I do that?" replied the naive little girl.

"You might have to take it off and hang dry it!" he drooled.

"But ... if ... I take it off, I'll be topless and you'll .... see
everything!" she panicked.

"I don't think that will be much different than what I'm seeing now!" he
boasted of her totally visible pecs, nipples, and abs. Kira looked down and
saw what he meant.

"Guess this isn't leaving much to the imagination." she said of her revealed
muscles. "Oh well, ... I guess you're right!" she said as she began peeling
off her soaked T-shirt. Mr. Mason gawked in anticipation. He choked on his
breath as the shirt came over her head. "I'm really sorry that I have to bare
myself like this, Mr. Mason." she naively apologized.

Mr. Mason was in utter arousal as she bared her upper body to him "Oh ...
please don't worry yourself." he panted as he drank in her sheer muscularity.
Although her upper body had been visible through her wet shirt, nothing
compared to seeing her bare chest and abs. Her pecs bounced and abs rippled as
she took off the shirt.

"There we go!" she chirped. Mr. Mason was in a state of muscle shock. She
could hardly make a move without causing muscles to leap into prominence.
Every subtle move made muscles bulge and bulge. "Mr. Mason? ... Mr. Mason?!"
she barked to the mesmerized store keeper.

"That's ... absolutely ... amazing.." he managed to mutter of her muscles.

Kira had no problems with her partial nudity as she crossed her arms in front
of her. "Aww ... do you really think so?" she smiled as her toaster-sized pecs
converged into a deep, rippling cleavage. Her arms bloated with huge muscles
as well. His loins boiled with arousement.

His tongue hung out and eyes glazed over as the 17 year old batted her
eyelashes, while her muscles inflated. He reached and to grab the shirt from
her hand. "We .. better get this dried off!" he stammered. He walked over to a
low hanging pipe. "Over here by the furnace duct should get it dry quick
enough. I'll just hang it on this nipple ... er ... I mean Pipe." he said,
fumbling with his words.

"Huh?" Kira momentarily puzzled by his words. Kira noticed a huge old safe
next to him. "What's that?" she asked of the thickly plated safe. The safe was
about five feet tall and four feet wide. It had to weigh at least 3000 pounds.

"Oh .. this just an old safe. Keys are lost so I can't get into it." he
replied.

"Is there important stuff in there?" she queried.

"I don't remember... it's been so long.." he replied.

"Maybe we should find out!" Kira said with a huge smile.

"But how ... how are we going to get into the safe?" he puzzled.

"Are you going to use this safe any more?" she asked him.

"Uh ... I guess not." he replied.

"Then leave getting it open to me?" she boasted.

"But .. but.." he stammered.

Kira threw her hands on her hips and thrust out her pecs. "I've got all these
muscles just sitting around doing nothing!" she boasted. He drew an ear to ear
smile, as he gazed at her thrusting pecs.

"Better stand back a few steps, Mr. Mason." she gestured. He complied as the
teenage girl closed her eyes momentarily. "Can you just give me a moment to
get myself ready?" she whispered.

"Oh ... yes ..!" he panted in anticipation. Kira then went into a slow crab
flex. He watched as arm, shoulder, neck, pec muscles exploded outward.
Crackles of expanding muscle filled the room.

"Oooooooo .... mmmmf.." she sighed as she milked her flex. The young girl grew
into a she-hulk of muscles. Her upper body kept expanding with an endless
supply of muscle.

She then threw arms behind her head and flexed her abs. Muscles rippled like a
tidal wave up and down her tummy. He panted at the sight of her 24 pack. She
thrust her foot into the ground, bloating her massive thighs up with more
muscle. Mounds and mounds of muscles burst from her legs. Mr. Mason was on the
verge of losing control of his loins in the presence of such a display of
young female muscularity. Kira then brought her mighty arms up into a double
bicep flex.

"Arrrrrrgh!" she softly grunted as her mountainous biceps rocketed up to over
48 inches of towering muscle.

"Oh ... Kira ..." he moaned.

"Mmmmmm ... that got my muscles a little perked!" she teased of her hulking
muscles.

"A little?" he drooled.

Kira then stepped to the safe. She squatted down and wrapped her arms around
the safe as far as she could. "Mmmmm..." she softly moaned as her legs slowly
straightened up.

The young girl held the massive safe off the ground, as Mr. Mason watched in
utter amazement. Kira then slammed the safe to the ground. Mr. Mason was
bounced into the air from the ground shaking slam. The noise was like a canon
going off. The dust blew off the old safe as rivets popped and welded seams
separated. She lifted the safe once more and slammed it down again. Another
loud crash and the door hinges slightly separated. The old safe was bent in on
itself. Kira steeped back from the crumpled mass of iron. Her young body even
more heaped with muscle.

"Almost got it done!" she said as she stepped to the door of the safe. Mr.
Mason watched as she grabbed hold of the bent up safe door. "Arrrrrrrrrgh!"
she grunted loudly as the door slowly tore off it's hinges. Creaking iron and
dust filled the room. Mr. Mason felt near loss of control at the display of
strength. "Yes!" she boasted as she held the mangled door above her head.

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