LITTLE ANNIE AMPLE #3
by Michele LeMuscle roppom@planet.eon.net
Annie teaches the teacher

(all views, comments, opinions, suggestions, are greatly appreciated)

        I'm glad my little Annie is accumulating quite a following of 
fans. I enjoy writing about her, she is one of my favorite characters. 
Those of you who have read my previous Annie stories know what she is 
like, but for those of you who don't, let tell you a bit about her. 
Annie is 13 years old, 5' tall and weighs an incredible 219 pounds of 
solid muscle. She basically occupies here time with two things, ... 
pumping iron or pummeling boys and/or men. If she's not doing one then 
she's doing the other, more often the latter. There are the odd times 
Annie likes to flex her gigantic muscles, but just to tease of course. 
That should give you a little insight to little muscle-bound Annie. 
        Now about the story you're about to read. It seems that Annie 
has been causing a bit of a stir at school over the clothes, or should I 
say lack of clothes, she's been wearing to school lately. She's been 
showing plenty of muscle around school and leaving very little to the 
imagination. Annie's trip to the Principle's becomes one of muscular 
awareness, and I'm sure you can guess who's going to become aware of 
who's muscles. 

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        Annie gingerly strolled down the hall on her way to the 
Principle's office. Her shoulder length blonde hair sported two black 
ribbons on either side. Her high heels clicked on the floor, echoing 
down the empty halls(all the kids were in class). Annie didn't normally 
wear high heels as her solid 20 inch calves had no need for enhancing, 
but today young Annie donned a pair of 5 inch stiletto heels that kept 
her calves at a fully flexed 24 inches of jutting, diamond shaped 
muscles. Her very short, cheerleader type skirt that covered only half  
her gluts, showed that the high heels also kept her 34 inch thighs in a 
state of muscular firmness. Her top consisted of a single, 2 inch wide 
cotton strap, wrapped around her chest and tied in the back. This left 
absolutely nothing to the imagination. Young Annie had been warned many 
times by her teachers about the skimpy outfits she had been wearing, but 
the 6 inch long skirt and 2 inch wide strap left the 13 year old about 
95 % uncovered. There wasn't much of Annie that wasn't exposed. 'To 
think my math teacher sent me to the office for wearing these clothes. 
It's getting so a girl can't even show off a little muscle.', Annie 
thought. Little Annie sure did have some muscles, ... very, very big 
muscles, and this almost non-existent outfit showed off every single one 
of her muscles. 
        Annie knocked at the office door and entered. The Principle's 
secretary was on her way out of the office and gasped at the tiny outfit 
that little muscle-bound Annie was wearing. "My, my ... you're a very 
muscular little thing, aren't you!", the secretary said. It was 
impossible not to notice Annie's muscles in that outfit. "The Principle 
is waiting for you, go right in. I've got some errands to run.", she 
added. The secretary stopped at the door just before leaving. "Now you 
be very gentle with him.", the secretary said with a smile and a wink, 
then left and locked the door behind her. Annie walked over to the 
Principle's door and knocked while walking in. "Hi, Mr. Collins. You 
wanted to see me?", Annie spoke as she entered the office. Mr. Collins 
was the school Principle, a slightly overweight, balding man in his late 
40's. "Good God!! ... look at you. What the devil are you wearing?", he 
barked from his desk. "What do you mean?", Annie cynically asked with 
innocence. "Come in and close that door.", he barked as he stood up 
rounded to the front of his desk. Annie closed the door and stepped over 
to him. "Have a seat.", he gestured. Annie sat at chair in front of his 
desk, just a foot or two in front of him. Annie looked up at him her 
usual portrayal of sweet innocence. "Annie, you're only 13 years old. 
It's bad enough that you've got more muscles than anyone in the school, 
including the male staff.", he said. Annie gave him a phony blushing 
scene. "We can live with that, but to display your body in this manner 
is not acceptable. I mean you're practically topless and that skirt, ... 
it's just not acceptable.", he continued leaning back on the desk with 
his palms. "But Mr. Collins ...", Annie began to say as she stood up. 
"I'm very proud of my muscles.", she said, flexing her biceps. Annie 
flexed softly, but still produced 28 inch biceps. "I mean, how many 
girls do you know with muscles like this?", she asked, holding her flex. 
Annie looked at her biceps while twisting her fists in and out, making 
her peaks bob up and down. "Frankly, I don't even know of any men with 
muscles like that ... but that's not the issue here. Your attire is 
causing too many disruptions in the school. The male students and 
teachers seem to be all googoo gaga over your muscles, for god knows 
why.", he said. "Oh come now, Mr. Collins. Don't tell me you don't find 
my muscles attractive?", Annie asked seductively. "Actually, no. I don't 
see how a 13 year old girl built like the Incredible Hulk can be 
attractive.", he replied. "Well maybe you just haven't had a good enough 
look at me.", Annie said. 
        Annie brought her arms up and crossed them behind her head. Her 
massive pecs pushed up into her chin. Her chest was wide and the cotton 
strap pulled tight. "A lot of men think that muscles on a girl are 
attractive.", she said as she arched forward. Her abdomen become a sea 
of armor plated muscles. "Oooooo", she sighed as she swayed her hips 
from side to side. The countless plates of muscle that covered her 
abdomen did a rolling dance across her stomach. She curled her body in 
tight and exhaled. The skin tightened and every single bulging muscle 
was visible down to the fibre. The Principle still hadn't shown any sign 
of interest in all this, he just watched as Annie continued flexing. 
Annie brought one arm down and stretched it out horizontally. She 
started a slow flex up and it was evident that this time she was putting 
something into it. Veins puffed up throughout her entire arm. Annie 
twisted her fist out, bringing 100 % vascularity to her arm. Her arm 
slowly came up, as did her massively growing bicep. "Mmmmmm", she moaned 
softly as she was nearly at full flex. The Principle's eyes widened. 
Even though he didn't find it attractive, he couldn't help but be 
impressed by the 13 year old's bicep, which had reached a whopping 32 
inches. "I really should work these arms a little more, don't you think? 
They're starting to look a little flabby.", she teased of her towering 
peak. She pumped her massive bicep a few times, giving it a look of 
solid granite. The Principle, showing no sign of admiration, just 
watched as she stared at her bicep in content. This muscular display by 
Annie would have had most men gyrating in multiple orgasms, but had no 
effect on her Principle. 
        Annie turned her back to him. She looked over shoulder, down at 
her calves. The height of the 5 inch heels and walking around in them 
most of the day, had her calves in a constant state of jutting, 24 
inches of rock-solid muscle. Annie rose up on her toes slightly, easily 
swelling her calves out to 26 inches. "Oooooo", she playfully squeaked. 
She came down and then rose up a bit higher. This time her calves jutted 
out to 27 inches. One more time Annie rose up on her toes. She stood up 
high on her toes, her heels were right out of her shoes, resulting in a 
pair of 29 inch solid steel calves. "Oooooeeeeee!!!", she exclaimed of 
her monstrous calves. She bounced up and down on each foot alternately 
and the Principle watched her calves each take their turn at bulging 
into 29 inches of steel. Annie came down and her calves returned to 
their rock-solid 24 inches. 
        Annie turned to the Principle, who had somewhat of a disgusted 
look on his face. She bent over, putting her hands on her knees. Her 
face was just inches away from his crotch and she noticed he didn't even 
have a glimmer of an erection. "Hmmmm? .... I was sure my calves would 
have at least got some kind of reaction.", she said as she stood up and 
gave him a pouty look. "Maybe my muscles are big enough.", teased the 13 
year old, 219 pound, bulging mass of muscles. "Well, I have one last 
little flex for you.", she said as the Principle looked at her 
impatiently. Annie put her hands behind her butt and then looked down at 
her chest. A soft child-like sigh was followed by crackling muscle. Her 
pecs slowly became huge, resembling two huge cement building blocks. The 
cotton strap across her chest was at its limit of containment. Annie 
looked up at her Principle with a girlish little smile and took a deep 
breath. Her chest expanded out to over 60 inches an the cotton strap 
didn't stand a chance against that kind of muscle. It snapped apart, 
flinging into the Principle's face. "Ooooo ... I just love doing that.", 
Annie giggled with her chest thrown out prominently. "I think we've had 
quite enough of that!", he said, peeling the torn strap of his face. He 
stepped back around his desk and sat down. Annie stood there almost 
topless, except for her bow ribbons she always wore over her nipples. 
        "We'll see what your parents have to say about all this, little 
lady!", he said, reaching for the phone. "Awww ... gee ... Mr. Collins, 
give me another chance, I'm sure I can get you to like my muscles.", she 
playfully asked as she grabbed the phone and put it back on the 
receiver. "But there's only one other way I can think of to show you my 
little old muscles.", she said in a teasing manner. The Principle had a 
puzzled look as the muscle-bound 13 year old looked at him with batting 
eyelashes. Annie reached over the desk and grabbed what little hair he 
had on each side of his head. "Stop that, young lady!!!", he gasped. 
Annie just giggled as she pulled him toward her over the desk. She 
pulled his face against her thighs and held it there for a moment. "This 
will give a much closer look at my muscles ... and besides I like 
showing men my muscles this way much better.", she said, opening her 
thighs. She slowly pulled his head between her huge thighs. "Annie, ... 
what are you doing?!!", he yelled. Annie held his head between her 
thighs and playfully flexed the thick cords of muscle that lined her 
inner thighs. Muscles converged on his face from all sides, dancing all 
around. He squirmed all over his desk, but was firmly held in place by 
Annie. She playfully giggled as she then powered up her thighs. Muscles 
bulged and rippled in preparation of crushing him. "Annie ... please 
...", he started to beg, but was quickly engulfed in muscle. The massive 
muscles of her inner thighs compressed into his face. "How you doin' in 
there, Mr. Collins? Here, this should give you a closer look while 
you're examining my inner thighs.", she teased as she started squeezing. 
He immediately began squirming from the pain. Annie grabbed his flapping 
arms and pulled them to her side. She put her hands over his and rubbed 
his hands along her outer thighs. "Mmmmmm .... can you feel those 
muscles, Mr. Collins? Here, let me muster up some more for you.", she 
teased, while squeezing harder. Muscles began packing atop each other 
and his squirming slowly began to fade. "I hope this is giving you a 
little insight into my muscles.", she continued to tease. Annie slowly 
stepped backed from the desk, with his head still between her thighs. 
His body fell to the floor, but his head stayed firmly entrapped. There 
was hardly any movement at all from the Principle and his head was 
almost entirely engulfed in muscles. Annie opened her legs and his head 
fell to the floor. He was still conscious, but just barely. 
        Annie turned to the side and placed her ankle under his chin. 
"Here's a little trick I taught a would-be macho boy last week.", she 
said as she flicked her ankle up. His head hurled up and landed on her 
jutted 24 inch calf. "Wasn't that fun?", she giggled. Annie bent her leg 
up to about a 45 degree angle. "Now this is the part I like.", she said. 
Annie then flexed her foot up fast. Her calf quickly jutted out to 28 
inches, knocking his head right off her leg and then landing back on her 
calf. "Ooooo ... that worked really well, let's try again.", she said 
with a giggle. But Annie flexed her foot up and down many, many times, 
knocking his head up and down like a yo-yo. His face became redder each 
time it landed on her steely 28 inch calf. After bouncing his head up 20 
times or so, Annie flexed her leg up and grabbed her stiletto heel. His 
head was now trapped between a 28 inch calf and a ripped to the bone 
hamstring. Annie pulled up on her heel, heavily crushing his head with 
her immense muscles. "Ooooo ... I just love being muscular.", she 
sighed, pulling up hard on her stiletto heel. His very compressed face 
was barely visible amidst her massive muscles. With her hand, she pumped 
her leg up and down and up and down. Her calf and hamstring were being 
pumped up even bigger and harder. She saw that he was no longer 
conscious. "Awww ... gee ... you went and passed out on me, Mr. Collins. 
Just when we were starting to have fun.", she said as she released him 
from her calf-lock. He lay on the floor unconscious. Annie adjusted her 
little bow ribbons that adorned her massive pecs. "Gee, you were doing 
so good, I thought you were going to make all the way to the end. I 
wouldn't worry too much though, no one's ever made to the end, if 
that'll make you feel any better.", she said to the broken man. 
        Annie placed her hands under his armpits and lifted him like a 
doll. He hung limply from her arms. Annie picked him up, cradling him in 
her arms. "You look like you could use a good hug right about now.", 
Annie said as she folded his body in her arms. His legs hung over one 
arm and his head over the other. His chest was pressed tight against his 
thighs. Annie locked her hands in front of her and took a deep breath. 
Her upper body expanded to very imposing proportions. She squeezed in 
with her massive arms, compacting him even more. While her massive arms 
crushed in from the sides, her mammoth cement-like pecs squeezed 
outward. "Mmmmmffff!", she sighed softly as her behemoth muscles crushed 
in on him from all sides. His thigh bones were being driven into his 
chest. "I think this is how they invented the pretzel.", she teased. 
Every inch of her upper body was radiating with rippling muscles. His 
limp body was almost entirely immersed in muscle. "Oohhhhh ... 
yeesssssss!!!", she blurted out as the snapping and crackling of bones 
was slightly muffled by her muscles. Opening her arms he fell to the 
floor like jelly. "There, that should give you an entirely different 
view about my muscles, Mr. Collins.", she said as she flexed her 32 inch 
biceps in glory and supremacy. Annie gathered up her schoolbooks. Her 
young body was pumped up with dense, rippling muscles as she playfully 
skipped out of the office. Wearing even less than when she went in, the 
students got a treat as Annie strolled down the hall. She left a trail 
of erections all the way down the hall and all the way home. 
        Needless to say, Annie got to wear what ever she pleased, from 
that day on. The staff only knew that the Principle was away for a few 
months (mending in the hospital) and left strict instructions to let 
Annie wear anything, no matter how risque. Of course the male staff 
members had absolutely no objections to those instructions, ... go 
figure? Annie did on occasion wear similar outfits to school, but those 
were the days where there wasn't very much accomplished at school among 
the male students and teachers. 

the end ... for now, Annie will be back for another tale of her and her 
muscles. Michele