This is the first installment in a series about a 13 year old girl named Annie. The term 'Little' in her name refers to her age, 13. Annie of course is her name and 'Ample' refers to her muscles. Annie has shoulder length, blond curly hair, stands 5' tall and weighs an astounding 219 pounds, most of which is solid muscle, ... very Ample indeed. Now Annie is a simple girl with basically two interests in life. Number one is, she absolutely loves to lift weights. Number two is, she loves using her young muscled body to inflict pain on the opposite sex. Now that you're a bit acquainted with her, let's get started on the first story of 'Little Annie Ample'.
Brad was on his way up the stairs. The 18 year old was told by his mom, on her way out the door, that his little sister Annie wanted to see him up in her room. He reached the top of the stairs and heard the familiar sound of clanging weights coming from his little sisters room. He knocked on her door, still not sure of what she needed to see him about. "Come in.", he heard her young, high pitched voice say. He opened the door to find Annie laying across a bench, pressing about 400 pounds. He'd seen her pump iron many times, but still was amazed by her strength and the size of her muscles, after all she was a 13 year old girl. "What did want to see me about, sis?", he asked. "I'll be with you in a minute.", she said as she hoisted the huge weights up of her chest. Brad watched her press the weights as if she were lifting a broom stick, not straining or even a hint of sweat being broken. "47 ... 48 ... 49 ... 50!!!", she counted. She showed no signs of stopping and Brad watched her press the massive weights another 20 times. She easily rested the bar-bending weights on the rack above, showing no signs of ever lifting them at all. "Hi", she said as she sat up. Her T-shirt mercilessly strained to contain her massive upper body. The sleeves had actually torn open a bit. Brad easily understood that math equation, short shirt sleeves + 24 inch biceps(relaxed) = ripped sleeves. She stood up and walked over to him, her 34 inch thighs threatening to rip her jean shorts at the seams. At 5' 11", he was almost a foot taller than her, but her nearly 220 pounds outweighed him by nearly 50 pounds and gave her the appearance of a tank. She put her arms behind her and took a girlish stance. Her little girl, freckled face was quite a contrast to her massive musculature. "Wow, you just keep getting more and more muscular, Sis!", he said. "Thanks, do you really think so?," Annie asked as she flexed her biceps. Two huge mounds of muscle shot upward, forming very highly peaked 28" biceps that tore her ripped sleeves even farther up her arms. "That's incredible, Annie.", he said in amazement. He had the urge to reach out and feel her biceps, but there was no need for that, for her biceps were most definitely as hard as rock. "But what did you need me for?", he added. "Well, I was thinking of trying something different.", she said as she began pulling her T-shirt off.
It was as if she were peeling an orange as the tight shirt came over her head. She was now topless except for a pair of bow ribbons she had pasted over her nipples. She did not quite have fully developed breasts yet, but her pecs would be the envy of Mr.Olympia. "You know how much I love working out ...." she continued as she crossed her arms in front of her. " Ya.", he replied, watching, her huge pecs converge to a rippling cleavage. ".... and how much I just love beating up on boys or men", she added, turning to a side chest pose that made Arnold Schwarzenneger look like Pee-Wee Herman. "Well, I thought I could combine the two things I love most together. I've all ready taken care of the workout, now I need to beat up on a male.", she said, looking up at her older brother with flickering eyelashes. For the first time, Brad felt unnerved by his little sister. "Wait a minute, Annie, you don't mean ...?", he asked, backing away nervously. " Uh, huh ", she replied with an ear to ear smile. "But why?", Brad asked as he backed into the door. "Awww... you're my big brother, your supposed to help your little sister out.", she said, throwing her chest out and pinning him to the door. Her pecs felt like steel against his rib cage. "Annie, please", he begged. "I think when a girls got muscles like this, that it's only customary for her to beat up her big brother ... and I wouldn't want to break any traditions.", she said, flexing her massive biceps again. Brad tried to move, but found he was between muscles and a hard place. "Besides, you really don't have a choice in the matter.", Annie said.
Brad tried once more to free himself, but she giggled at his feeble attempt to budge her. Annie reached down and grabbed the waist of his pants and with the other hand, grabbed his shirt collar. She backed up from the door, taking her trembling brother with her. Then with no effort at all, lifted him up over her head like a Teddy bear. "Oh, no!!!, he gasped as he dangled over her. Annie brought him down to her chest and then back up again. She did this over and over. "I guess I could workout a bit more, a girl can never have too much muscle.", she giggled as she hoisted him up and down like a paper weight. Up and down he went like one of Annie's toy dolls that she played with just a few years ago. "Ahhhh!!!, Put me down!!", he yelled. "Oh ... you want to come down?", she joked and with the next lift, tossed him in the air. He came crashing down face first into the floor.
Annie kicked off her runners and stood over him as he lay face down on the floor. He slowly made his way up, his neck slipping up between her awaiting, open thighs. His momentum was halted by her crotch, and she slowly crossed her feet. Her 34" inch thighs surrounded his neck like a vice. "What the?", he gasped as he tried pulling his head out. "Hee, hee, hee ... you're so cute.", she giggled. She squeezed with the very light pressure, but her thighs bloated with muscles and straightened his body right out as the pain wrung through his neck. His squirming began to fade and his hands slid down off her legs. "Oooohhh", she sighed softly as she squeezed a touch harder. Huge cords of muscle wrapped tightly around his neck. She slowly turned up the squeeze, putting his neck under extreme pressure. A few threads began to pop on the seams of her shorts as her mammoth thighs swelled. "Mmmm ... I'm very impressed, big brother. Most men are usually passed out by this point.", she said to her brother, who moaned in pain. "But a little bit more muscle should take care of that.", she added as she tensed her thighs. Her thighs bulged with muscles upon muscles. His body jerked from the immense mass of Annie's thighs. Her thighs were out to a massive 36 inches. "There we go, now just a little bit more squeeze .... mmmmmm", she said. His body gyrated as his oxygen was cut off and his neck bones on the verge being disintegrated by her mammoth thighs. He was nearly limp as she slightly spread her thighs apart and turned to one side. His limp head slid down the back of her leg, only to come to rest on top of her jutting calf.
"How you doing down there, big brother", Annie asked her barely conscious brother. Annie stood up on her toes, bloating her calves out to 22 inches. "Mmmmm, now that's what I call a muscle.", she said as she slowly raised her leg. Her calf mushroomed as it trapped his head between her calf and hamstring. "Unnngh!!", he bellowed. She flexed her foot up and down, making her calf bigger and bigger with each flex. His face also felt the results of each flex as it was repetitively crushed by the rock-hard muscles. She brought her leg up and held it there. His face was tightly compressed between the immense muscles. "Those sissy girlfriends of yours don't have calves like this, do they, big brother?", she teasingly asked as she flexed her foot up hard and fast. He jolted in pain from her erupting calf. She gently let her leg down and his head slid limply to the floor. She turned to face him. He moaned lightly as he lay motionless on the floor.
Brad slowly rolled over onto his back, he was still in a great deal of pain. Annie started bouncing up and down on her toes. Brad opened his eyes just as his little sister jumped in the air and like a seasoned diver, arched her back and stretched her body out. It was too late for Brad to avoid her as all her 220 pounds of solid muscle came crashing down upon him like a wrecking ball. The floor shook from the thunderous crash, which expelled every ounce of air from Brad's crushed body. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, Annie rolled over onto her back and now Brad was on top of her. His limp face lay on her chest, moaning in pain as he seemed to be from the beginning of this ordeal. Annie turned his head, putting his nose right in the heart of her muscle-rippling cleavage. Then wrapping her huge arms around his head, she squeezed. His face was entirely surrounded by crushing muscles. "Mmmmmm", she moaned as her arms bulged from the squeezing. His face plunged into darkness as it was pushed deeper and deeper into her cleavage. His torso lay between her open legs, which she then closed around him. Then with all limbs, Annie squeezed. Muscles bulged and rippled as she squeezed her big brother into her body. Brad was helpless and could nothing but take the pain being dished out by his little sister. "How do you like it in there, big brother?", she teased, crushing his face harder into her stone-carved pecs. Meanwhile, his waist size had probably shrunk a few inches, do to the hydraulic crushing power of her muscle-engorged thighs. She opened her legs, as she was probably about to break a rib or two, and released his head from her chest. Then slid her legs up under him, planting her feet on his stomach. Like huge steel coiled springs her legs shot up, propelling him into the wall. He slid down the wall, in his semi- conscious state, only to fall flat on his face once more.
Annie grabbed her older brother by the scruff and pulled him up to his feet. She had to hold him up or he'd fall. "Time for some more working out.", she said to her groggy brother. She squatted down, tilted her head forward, and outstretched her arms. He fell forward, landing over her shoulders. Annie Adjusted him atop her shoulders and then stood up. She squatted her brother up and down. "Oooophhh", she softly exerted as she pumped her 175 pound brother up and down as if he weren't even there. He began to regain a bit of his senses. Annie looked up at him with girlish smile as she continued to squat him. "You're not very much of a workout, but you'll have to do.", she said to him, squatting him for the 20th time. Even though the 175 pounds was absolutely no strain on her, her legs bulged and rippled in a sea of muscles.
Coming up for the 40th and final squat, Annie held him in the air with one arm and flexed her other. "Mmmmm" , she moaned as the mountainous peak rose up from her arm, nearing 30 inches. "I just love being young and muscle-bound.", she said, pumping her arm into rock- hard firmness.
Annie gently brought her brother down to the floor. He was able to stand on his own this time, barely. Annie stood up on her toes, enormous muscles bulging and pulsating throughout her young body. "Thanks for helping me out, Brad.", she said to her glossy eyed brother. "I think I'll thank you with a little 'ol hug.", she said with pouty smile as she gently wrapped her arms around his body. "Oh, no!!", her brother blurted in anticipation of what was to come. Her arms, which were bigger than his thighs, wrapped snugly around him. He buckled as gently squeezed. Biceps growing around him, pressing him into her unyielding pecs. "Mmmmmm", she sighed as she squeezed harder. The air slowly thrust out of his body under the constriction. "I want to thank you very much.", she continued to squeeze. Brad found it hard to breath at this point. Her arms teemed with muscularity and power. "I want to thank you ..... very, very much." Annie pushed her chest out while squeezing with her muscle pumped arms. "Annie ... I ... can't ... br ..!!!", he tried spew out. "I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, mmmmphh!!!", she said arching her torso and leaning back. She lifted him off the ground, wrapped by her mammoth muscles.
He fell unconscious under rib-cracking pressure. "Mmmmmm", she moaned, shaking him up and down and squeezing with might. She kissed him on the cheek, opened her arms and he fell almost lifeless to the floor. "Who says little girls are made of sugar and spice?", she said, flexing her body into muscular frenzy.
And so ended the first of what was to be many beatings Brad would receive from his little sister, but those are other stories.
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