Diary of a Muscle Girl: Part 1
Michele LeMuscle
Nancy becomes very big and strong

Chapter One
DISCOVERY OF MUSCLE


 My muscular awareness came at an early age. I was 10 years old and 
had been very athletically involved through my first 5 years of 
school. My recess periods were mainly spent running, jumping, and 
swinging. I also participated in many soccer games with the boys. All 
this physical activity had an affect on my legs, which I was soon to 
find out. 

 It was the day after my 10th birthday and I had just put on a skirt 
that my mother had given me for my birthday. I wasn't big on skirts at 
the time, being a tomboy and all. Like most little girls I wanted to 
be grown up. I took a pair of high heels from my 17 year old sisters 
closet, just to try out with my new skirt. I stood in front of a wall 
mirror in my sisters room and dropped the high heels in front of me. I 
stepped into the heels and looked in the mirror. The shoes made me 
taller of course, but it was my legs that caught my attention. My legs 
looked very different than they normally did. There were bumps and 
lumps where there wasn't before. The skirt line was just above my 
knees and I pulled up the skirt till my thighs were completely 
exposed. My thighs appeared to be swollen, and there were lumps also. 
I ran my hand across my thigh and the lumps felt very hard and I 
realized that the lumps were my muscles. 

 A funny feeling came over me. I never noticed that my legs were 
actually quite muscular before that moment. As my legs moved subtly so 
did the lumpy but hard muscles. I turned to one side and saw that my 
calves were jutting out slightly. I bent my leg upward and my calf 
formed a muscular ball. Then I turned my back to the mirror and stood 
up on my toes, which caused my calves to bulge outward with muscle. A 
warm feeling surged through my legs as I took great pleasure in 
watching my muscles dance. 

 I lay down on the carpet and raised my legs in the air and started 
going through some bicycle pumps and other leg movements. I watched in 
amazement as my legs pulsated with muscles that I never dreamed I 
possessed. My legs weren't rippling with muscles but they were taut 
and the muscles were visible. The more I pumped my legs, the more 
muscles emerged. I had a very satisfying feeling knowing that I 
possessed such an abundance of muscle. With more leg raises and 
bicycle pumps my legs glistened slightly as they warmed, just as my 13 
year old brother walked by the room. 

 My Brother, John, stepped into the room. ''What ya doing, Nancy?", he 
asked. "Come here and look at this, John.", I replied. He knelt down 
beside me. "Look at what?", he wondered out loud. Then I elevated my 
legs slightly and flexed my toes downward. My big brother gawked as my 
legs radiated with muscles. "Holy cow!!!!!", he blurted. I flexed my 
feet in succession and the muscles danced across my legs. "Pretty 
awesome,....huh...", I said to him. He reached down and felt my thigh. 
I Continued flexing my feet and my thigh muscle expanded beneath his 
hand. "Wow!!....those are pretty solid muscles sis...", he said in 
amazement. His hands probed my hardened thigh. I then raised my up 
high and bent it in. "Check out these calves.", I said. He wrapped his 
hand around my calf, which had formed into a hard ball of muscle. Once 
again I flexed my foot and injected more muscle into my calf, which in 
turn spread his fingers. "Wow!!..... you've got bigger calves than I 
do!!!", he said with awe. "Oh, yes......these calves are much, much 
more muscular than yours, Johnny.", I said with pride. 

 Johnny grabbed my arm and lifted it up. "How about your biceps?", he 
asked. "Oh, my arms aren't muscular at all.", I said as I flexed my 
bicep. Much to mine and Johnny's surprise, my bicep bulged into a 
healthy domed muscle. Not peaked, but a very sizeable muscle. "Oh 
my,.....where did that come from?....", I said in my bewilderment 
"......Wow.....that's gotta be at least 12 inches around. That's as 
big as mine.", he said. "Do you really think my biceps are big, 
Johnny?", I asked as repeatedly flexed my arm. My bicep became firmer 
with each flex. I don't know why, but it felt very, very good to flex. 
"Why haven't I noticed all these muscles before?", Johnny asked. " I 
never even knew I had these muscles.", I replied in wonder. We both 
stood up. "Let's go down to the basement so that I can try out your 
weights, Johnny.", I said to my muscle-dazed brother. " I don't know 
sis......,are you sure you want to start lifting weights?", he asked 
me. I turned to the mirror and flexed my biceps. "Mmmmmmmm.......yes, 
I want more.....MUSCLES!!!! ", I said with burning glee. 

*** 

 Johnny and I walked into his little weight room. Johnny wasn't much 
into pumping iron, but like every other male he just seemed to have a 
set of weights. Johnny's weight set was still very new due to it's 
non-use. He turned on the light and there they were, gleaming bright. 
The dazzling bright chrome weights were in orderly setting as they 
always were. I've seen the weights many times before, but today I saw 
them in a new light and I felt my muscles tingle with firmness. "Where 
do we start?", I said as I made a mad dash towards the barbell. "No, 
wait Nancy!! That's much too heavy for.......", his words were cut 
short as I picked up the barbell and it's 80 pound load with ease. I 
raised the barbell over my head a few times. " Wow!.....you're even 
strong, too!! ", my brother said. I brought the weight down to my 
waist and began curling the barbell. The heavy weight sprung my 
muscles into vivid prominence. My awe-struck brother's eyes bugged out 
at the sight of my bulged biceps. "How's that for muscles!!! ", I said 
proudly as curled the weights a few more times. "Mmmmm......I like 
this....", I added. It felt so very good. I Could feel the muscles 
surging through my arms. My mesmerized brother watched me as I 
enjoyably lifted the weights. I then put the barbell down and stood 
near my brother. I flexed my right bicep and a tennis ball sized 
muscle rose up in an upsurge of firmness. My astonished brother 
wrapped his hand around my muscle-swollen bicep. 

"Incredible!!!....it's hard as a rock!!! ", he said aghast. I then 
placed my hand around my bicep and felt the hard muscle. "Wow....I 
still can't believe this.", I said of my new found muscles. I guess 
all that time running and playing with the boys really had an effect 
on me physically. "Do you mind if I use your weights once and a while, 
Johnny?", I asked. "Sure, why not? I hardly use them and I'm sure the 
novelty will wear off for in a couple of days.", he replied. 

 Well, 2 weeks had passed and the novelty had far from worn off, in 
fact I became obsessed with the weights. Everyday after school while 
other girls still played with dolls, I was in the basement pumping 
iron. All my clothes were already starting to feel much tighter on me 
as my body changed. By the time I had been lifting weights for 4 weeks 
my muscular definition was becoming more and more evident. My arms 
very firm and my shoulders, biceps, and forearms were distinguishable. 
My legs were very taut and becoming very shapely. My abdomen had 
become very, very tight and hard. My brother Johnny was very impressed 
with my progress and kept a close watch on me (for reasons I would 
find out about in a couple of years). 

 Nobody at school had noticed the change in me yet, basically because 
I still dressed in slacks and sweat-shirts. One day I decided to wear 
my one and only skirt that my mom gave me back on my birthday. With 
some safety pins I brought the hem-line up to my mid thigh. I also put 
on a sleeveless lace shirt. I wanted to wear high heels, but being a 
10 year old girl in high heels would probably get me in trouble. I 
took a look in the mirror just as was about to leave for school. My 
muscles weren't too developed yet, but my entire body was taut and 
athletic looking. I set out on my walk to school, it was about 1 mile 
walk. I passed Mr. Wilson, a nearby neighbor , as he watered his lawn. 
"Good morning, Mr. Wilson", I said to him. He looked up at me, " Good 
morning, Nancy", he said. He did a double take as he looked down and 
then back up at me. I could feel him watching me as I continued down 
the sidewalk. 

 The long walk was pumping up my legs. I could feel my thighs and 
calves getting firmer as I walked. I arrived at the south school doors 
and walked past a group of boys who always hung out there before 
school and hardly ever noticed me. A few of the boys smiled and said 
'hello' as I walked through the doors. Entering the hallway I bumped 
into Steven, a cute 12 year old who lives down the block from us. 
"Ooops,.....Sorry Nancy! ", he said as we bumped. He curiously looked 
me up and down. "Gee,....you sure look good today, Nancy. Did you 
change your hair or something?", he asked. "No.", I said and continued 
on my way. I was getting stares from mostly everyone, boys and girls 
alike. I guess everyone did notice there was something different about 
me and it made feel very good. This good feeling made want to pump 
iron even more. That day when I got home from school I pumped iron 
like never before. My craving for more muscles intensified. 
 
 *** 

 Summer vacation came quickly. My brothers weights were not enough for 
me anymore so I convinced Johnny that we needed more weights and 
equipment. All that summer we did work for people in and around the 
neighborhood, raising money. By the end of the summer my brother and I 
were able to buy another 100 pounds of weight and a used leg 
exerciser. Although we bought the items together I knew my brother 
would take little use of the equipment. Soon after the purchase of the 
new weights and leg exerciser my workouts became longer and more 
intense. My bodily muscles hardened at an accelerated rate. 


Chapter Two THE DEVELOPING 


 By late fall my muscles were becoming very noticeable and getting 
more and more attention at school. The acceptance of my physical look 
was very high, much to my surprise. The acceptance level was much 
higher with the boys than with the girls. I excelled in all the team 
sports that I participated in. I was becoming quicker, more agile, and 
stronger with each passing day. I was really starting to relish the 
feeling of being strong. 

 My workouts were now happening twice a day. I did my usual after 
school workout and also started doing short workouts during my lunch 
break, rushing home on the bus. My muscles grew at an astonishing 
rate, much to my delight, and even more to the delight of most of the 
boys at school. I thought my athletically muscular appearance might 
shy boys away, but instead it was the complete opposite. Boys took 
much more notice of me with my new look. 

 One day I decided to workout at the school gym for a change. I was 
surprised to see that the school had a quite adequate weight room for 
a elementary & junior high-school. I saw Steven, the cute 12 year old, 
and he came over to where I was. "Hi, Nancy. What are you doing 
here?", he asked. "Oh I thought I'd get in a quick workout before 
going home.", I replied."...ha...ha...ha...What,...are you kidding 
me...ha..ha...", he chuckled. I pulled off my sweat shirt and sweat 
pants. I put my hands on my hips, "Actually, I'm not kidding, 
Steven.", I said. He took a deep swallow as he looked at me in shock. 
"Oh....my.....", he muttered. " What's the matter, Steven?', I asked 
as I flexed my biceps. My bicep muscles rose from my arm as he took a 
step back. "Ya.....gotta work these muscles. Care to join me?", I 
asked the dazed boy. "....um...uh...ah...ya...sure.....Nancy...", he 
faintly replied. 

 We walked over to the weight rack. "Gee....there isn't much left for 
weights, just heavy stuff. Look's like we'll have to wait for someone 
to finish.", he said, and sat down on a nearby chair. I stepped up to 
the rack and picked two 40 pound short barbells. " These will do just 
fine.", I said as I turned to the mirror. I began to curl the two 40 
pound weights in succession. Steven watched in amazement as my arms 
filled with muscles. My 13 1/2 biceps were very impressive for 10 1/2 
year old girl. I smiled at him as I continued to curl the weights, 
which he thought were too heavy. Soon a couple of boys came over and 
also sat and watched. I took hold of a 130 pound barbell and began 
squatting. More boys came over. I grabbed another barbell which had 70 
pounds on it and curled that. More and more boys came over to where I 
was. The crowd of nearly panting boys made my young muscles bulge very 
much. After about 20 minutes of weights I began to flex in front of 
the mirror, this filled the remaining chairs and gathered a crowd of 
boys behind me. The boys 'oooohed' and 'aaaahed' as I flexed my 
muscles. This appreciation made flex even harder. My muscles bulged 
like never before. Having watched a few women's bodybuilding contests, 
I picked up a few leg poses. I did some leg posing which I loved to 
do. Although my arms were very muscular for a girl, the muscles were 
smooth. But my legs were muscular and slightly striated. This drove 
some of the boys wild. My solid calves got some whistles as I flexed 
them into muscular firmness. Suddenly Miss White entered the gym and 
came over to see what was going on. "Okay, boys. If you're here to 
workout then get to it. We don't need any crowds here.", she said and 
the boys quickly went back to what they were doing. Steven was the 
last to stand up and he brought me over my sweat shirt and sweat 
pants. "Why, thank you,.....Steven.", I said with a very warm smile. 
"...um....ya....you're welcome.", he said. Well I gotta go. See you 
around.", he said and headed off. "Ya....see ya!! ", I said. I had 
always had a thing for Steven and maybe my muscles might be a way to 
get him to notice me more. 

 The next day, my muscles were the talk of the hallway among the boys. 
Every boy I passed greeted me with a smile. "Will we see you in the 
gym after school, Nancy?", some boys asked. "Maybe." , I replied. The 
boys appreciation of my muscles made me feel oohhh....so good. I saw 
Steven standing by his locker, so I went over to talk to him. "Hello, 
Steven.", I said, smiling. "Oh....Hi, Nancy.", he replied. "What did 
you think of yesterday in the gym?", I asked. "...Um...uh....", he 
muttered as he searched for words. "Did my muscles turn you off?", I 
asked him. "....Um...uh...no... Actually, I think your muscles are 
great, Nancy.", he said as his face went red. "Mmmmm....I'm glad you 
like my muscles. I like being muscular and I want to build bigger and 
bigger muscles. What do you think, Steven?" " I think that's really 
great, Nancy.", he replied nervously. I took a step closer to him and 
gave him an enticing smile. "Maybe we can workout together sometime.", 
I said to him. He gave me a bashful smile and said, 
"...Uh....sure...Nancy." "Well, I gotta get to class, so I'll see you 
around, Steven.", I said and turned and headed for class. 'Wow' , I 
thought to myself. I think he likes me. That day after school, I 
worked out for over 3 hours. My body was pumped and hard. Knowing that 
Steven liked my muscles made me want to workout harder. 

 My 11th birthday was coming up in about a week and my muscles were 
beginning to show more and more definition. It had been nearly a year 
since I became aware of my muscles and I was developing fast. 
Sometimes I still had a hard time believing that I was a very muscular 
little girl. At the time I first realized I possessed such muscles, my 
biceps measured about 12 inches. Now my biceps were a hair under 14 
inches. My thighs went from 15 inches to a solid 19 1/4 inches. And 
let's not forget my calves, which went from 12 1/4 inches to 14 1/2 
inches. Very impressive muscular proportions for a girl, not quite 11 
years old. I was much more physically muscular than my brother, who is 
2 years older than me. Things would get even better when my parents 
bought more weights for my 11th birthday. My parents were quite 
supportive of my muscularity. I put the weights to good use as I 
worked out hard everyday. My muscles responded by expanding at an 
alarming rate. 

*** 
 
 I am 11 1/2 years old now and summer came in with a heatwave. It's 
Saturday morning and it's to hot to work out, so I am going to lay in 
the sun for a while. I put on my bikini, even though I had no breasts 
yet to fill the top half. My v-shaped upper body made up for the lack 
of a chest. I went down to the kitchen and saw that I was the only one 
at home. I slipped on my moms high-heeled sandals. They were a bit big 
on me, but they augmented my leg muscles tremendously. I grabbed some 
tan lotion off the shelf and went out into the back yard. I sat in the 
lawn chair, just of the concrete patio. Mr. Wilson was trimming some 
hedges next door. He caught a glimpse of me and his eyes became glued 
to me. I smiled at him as I opened the bottle of sun tan lotion. I 
raised my right leg up and began spreading the lotion over my 
muscularly firm leg. " Sure is hot, isn't it, Mr. Wilson?", I said as 
I flexed my foot up and down. Muscles danced up and down my leg. 
"....Ya.....sure is.....Hot!! ", he said, pulling at his collar. I 
brought up my other leg and oiled it down. He watched with desire. My 
20 inch thighs and 14 3/4 inch calves made my legs very shapely and 
sexy. The lotion added more, by emphasizing the bulges and ripples of 
muscles. Bringing both my legs up, I flexed over and over. My muscle-
bloated legs pulsated with mounds of muscles. Mr. Wilson broke into a 
sweat as he continued to watch me. I was beginning to enjoy teasing 
him with my muscles. I put my legs down and started oiling my fore-
arms. Then I oiled my bicep as I slowly flexed it over and over. My 
14+ inch bicep formed a rock hard ball of muscle with every flex. The 
sun tan oil highlighted my veins, which were becoming puffy. I 
continued to slowly and firmly flex my bicep as I oiled the ball of 
muscle. I know I shouldn't have been teasing him like that, but it 
felt good and he was a sour old man anyway. I then oiled down my other 
arm and went through the same oiling and flexing. He watched with wide 
eyes as this muscle bound little girl muscle-teased him. After a while 
I stopped and laid back on the lawn chair. I giggled to myself as he 
stumbled over to a chair and wiped his face down with a handkerchief . 
That was the first time I did that to Mr. Wilson, But it sure wasn't 
the last. 

*** 

 Nearing 12 years of age I was becoming very muscular. I brought fear 
as well as desire into the eyes of boys. I was more muscular than any 
boy at school. My body was very defined and chiseled in muscle. I 
hadn't seen Steven around school or the neighborhood for months. It 
was as if he was avoiding me. I hoped my big muscles didn't scare him 
off. I really liked Steven, but now that I had become much bigger 
physically than him, it may have offended him. 

 My workouts were becoming vigorous and I only worked out at home now. 
I gave up working out at school because it the gym was getting more 
and more crowded with boys every time I went to work out. Half of the 
boys that crowded into the gym didn't even work out, they were there 
solely to watch me work out and flex. Another reason I stopped working 
out at the school gym was that I had no one to compare myself to. I 
was by far more muscular than any boy that worked out there. My 
muscular superiority gave me great confidence, which I lacked before I 
built up my muscles. 

 I am very glad I had decided to develop my young body. It has become 
a wonderful way to grow. I love everything about my developing young 
body. I love to lift weights. I love flexing my muscles. I love being 
strong. And most of all, I love my muscles. I want to keep on building 
up my muscles as big as I can. I want to be as muscular and as strong 
as I can possibly be. 


Chapter Three THE FAVOR 


 One day Carrie, a good friend of mine, had told me her grades were 
struggling in math. She had told me this as I met her outside her math 
class. Mr. Johnson was her math teacher and he had already left the 
classroom. I had a different math teacher than Carrie, so I wasn't 
familiar with Mr. Johnson. I took a peak in the classroom and walked 
over to his vacant desk. The usual things cluttered the top of his 
desk, but underneath his desk was a stack of magazines. I flipped 
through them and found they were all female muscle magazines. So, Mr. 
Johnson has a thing for muscular females, huh. I walked back out into 
the hallway where Carrie was waiting. 

 Carrie and I went outside and sat on the school lawn during lunch. 
She told about the math test she had taken earlier in the day. She 
felt she had done poorly and if she failed this test she would flunk 
math and have to take it over again next year. "Do you know when Mr. 
Johnson will be grading those tests, Carrie?", I asked as I planned to 
aid my friend. "He usually grades them in his class after school. Why 
do you ask?", she said. "Hmmmm.....after school, huh?", I said with a 
smile. " I have a feeling your test grade will be excellent and you're 
gonna pass math.", I added. Carrie didn't have a clue what I was 
talking about and I didn't plan on telling her either. It would be a 
favor, of which I owed her many. 
 
 My class got the afternoon off from school, due to the cancellation 
of a field trip. This gave me plenty of time to prepare for my plan. I 
got home at 1:00 p.m. School would be over at 3:30 p.m., so Mr. 
Johnson would be grading tests at about 4:00 p.m. That gave me almost 
3 hours to prepare. I got into my bikini bottoms and tank top and 
headed downstairs to the weight room. I began working out at about 
1:15 p.m. I skipped my warm up lifting and went straight into lifting 
heavy weights. My body heaved and strained as I pumped the massive 
weights. Muscles upon muscles bulged out from my body. For a moment I 
had a funny feeling that I was being watched, but then I thought my 
imagination was getting the better of me. 

 I worked out very hard for over 2 hours, till 3:20 p.m. My young body 
was pumped solid with throbbing muscles. I took a quick shower and 
snuck into my older sisters room, who wasn't home at the time. I had 
brought my shortest mini-skirt and half length tank top with me, which 
I quickly put on. I rummaged through my sisters closet and found some 
white lacy socks and an older pair of her high heels which nearly fit 
me. A bit of tissue in the shoes and I was ready to go. I took a look 
at myself in the mirror and saw a sexy, muscular 12 year old on a 
mission. I quietly made my way down to the main floor and snuck out 
the back door. If my father would of seen me dressed like that I'd be 
in big trouble. Not that I probably couldn't hold my own against my 
dad nowadays, but I didn't need the hassle. 
 
 It was 3:40 p.m. as I set out on my briskly paced walk back to 
school. I was receiving all kinds of stares and whistles as I walked 
down the street. The high heels and my scant attire made every man I 
passed take notice of my rigidly muscle pumped young body. My thighs 
and calves bloated with very hard muscles with each of my stern and 
quick strides. The long walk amplified my leg muscles even more as I 
was within a few hundred yards of the school. The schoolyard was empty 
as I walked through. I opened the school doors and found the hallways 
just as barren as the schoolyard. I made a pit stop at the ladies 
room. I put on some lipstick, eyeliner, and eyelash stuff that I had 
to borrow from my sister, without her permission, of course. I took a 
look at myself in the mirror after I was done with the make-up. I did 
a few double bicep flexes and saw that I was still incredibly pumped 
from my workout. 'You sure are one sexy little Muscle Doll, Nancy', I 
thought to my self. I made a few quick checks of my clothing and 
headed out the door of the ladies room. 

 Mr. Johnson's classroom was on the 3rd floor, so I began my trek up 
the 3 flights of stairs. I could feel my legs pulse with muscles as I 
quickly hiked up the stairway. A 2 hour workout, a 1 mile walk, and 
now 3 flights of stairs were stiffening my muscle swollen thighs and 
calves. I reached the 3rd floor and stopped. I took a look at my legs 
and saw that they were bloated with firm muscles. The high heels I was 
wearing kept my leg muscles pumped and solid. Walking down the hallway 
my legs felt stronger than ever before as the clicking of my heels 
echoed through the empty hallway. 

 I arrived at room #316, Mr. Johnson's class. The door was open so I 
stepped into the doorway. He was at his desk grading papers like 
Carrie said he would be. "Ahem!!!," I cleared my throat to get his 
attention. He looked up at me standing in the doorway. "Mr. Johnson?", 
I asked. "Yes young lady. What can I do for you?", he replied. "I was 
wondering if I could get some advice. You see, Mr. Carter, my math 
teacher, has already gone home and I desperately need some help with 
my math.", I said in a innocent voice. He picked up his glasses of his 
desk and put them on. I guess all my muscles came into focus when he 
put on his glasses because his eyes widened with a look of 
concentrated fascination. "Why,.....come right in young lady. My door 
is always open to girls with a zest for.......learning.", he said as 
his face lit up with delight. I took slow steps with a slight sway in 
my hips. My thighs ballooned with muscles as I planted each foot 
walking toward him. He watched in disbelief. "Now, what is it that I 
can do for you Miss..........?", he said. "Oh, just call me Nancy, 
please.", I replied as I held out my hand. He shook my hand and I gave 
him a good firm handshake. My arms puffed up a bit as we shook hands. 
"My, my.........you're quite a stout young lady, Nancy.", he said with 
an ear to ear smile. "Oh, thank you. Do you really think so, Mr. 
Johnson?", I said as I sat on top of a desk behind me. I crossed my 
legs slowly. Muscles emerged up and down my legs. He wiped his mouth 
as his eyes examined my muscle broadened legs. "You know, I've been 
thinking of entering the 'Young Miss Muscle Beach' contest this 
summer, but I don't know if I have the potential for that sort of 
stuff.", I said bouncing my foot up and down. The gentle bouncing sent 
subtle waves of muscles through my thigh, which kept his muscle-hungry 
eyes fixed on my legs. "Well, Nancy. I've been a fan of female 
bodybuilding for years and I think you have a well developed body.", 
he said. I put my hands behind me and leaned back. This tightened my 
stomach, covering it with plates of rippled muscle. His eyes widened 
again. "Well, I don't know Mr. Johnson. A girl would have to be very, 
very muscular to win a contest like that.", I said as he stared at my 
muscle-chiseled abdomen. "I think you are very muscular, Nancy, and 
you would do very well at that contest.", he said. 

 I uncrossed my legs. "You're very kind Mr. Johnson.", I said as I put 
my leg out horizontally. "But I mean just look at these thighs. They 
need a lot of work.", I said, flexing my thigh. His eyes became glued 
to my thighs, which expanded with rippling muscles as I flexed. 
"Oh....my.....", he sighed as his hand came down to touch my thigh. I 
flexed some more, sending waves of muscles beneath his hand. He took a 
deep swallow. "I think your thighs are adequately muscled.", he said 
as his fingers probed the valleys between my elevated thigh muscles. 
All my activities that day had made my muscles striated and rock-
solid. "Gee.....do you really think my thighs are muscular?", I asked 
the enthralled man. "Oh....yessss......very muscular......", he 
replied in an awe-struck state. 

 I hopped off the desk and turned my back to him. "You may think my 
thighs are muscular, but I'm sure you'll agree that my calves are 
lacking in muscular quality.", I said to him. He knelt down behind me 
and wrapped his hand around my almost 15 inch calf. The high heels 
kept my calves stiff with muscles. "Well, what do you think, Mr. 
Johnson?", I asked. "Oh....my...yes...these are very muscular 
calves....", he said, nearly drooling. "Are you sure?", I asked as I 
stood up on my toes. My calves eruptively jutted out into huge diamond 
shaped, granite-like muscles, which spread his fingers wide open. 
"....oh.....my....gosh...yessss....I'm sure these calves 
are...(gulp!!)....very muscular...", he gasped. "Well, maybe you're 
right, but are they firm enough?", I asked as I stood up on my toes as 
high as I could. I turned to look down at him and saw him hungrily 
panting at the sight of my expanding and muscle-solidifying calves. 
The size of my calves was immense, which even surprised me. I guess I 
had given my muscles a real workout. "...oh.....my....your calves are 
as hard as steel!!!....", he blurted out as he pressed his fingers 
into my unyielding calf muscle. 

 I came down off my toes and turned to him. He stood up with eyes 
still fixed on my legs. I noticed he had quite an erection. Fondling 
my firm muscles had aroused him tremendously. He was in a delirious 
state of muscle lust. "I don't think you'll find these very muscular 
at all.", I said as I flexed my biceps. He stepped closer to me with 
eyes wide. "Not very big, huh?", I said as I flexed again. His hands 
came up and wrapped around each bicep, and I flexed again, very hard. 
The huge balls of muscle expanded his hands. "On the contrary, I'd say 
these are very big biceps.", he said in lust. "Oh....my....you're 
right, Mr. Johnson, my biceps are pretty big after all.", I said as I 
flexed very hard. My biceps swelled to nearly 15 inches around, which 
surprised me again as well as Mr. Johnson. I turned around and pulled 
off my tank top, leaving me in my skirt and bikini top. 
"....what.....what are you.....doing...?", he gasped as he dashed to 
close the classroom door. 

 Mr. Johnson locked the door and checked to see it was secure. He 
walked back over to me and I still had my back turned to him. "I think 
you should put your top back on, Nancy!!!", he said nervously. "Oh 
it's all right, Mr. Johnson. I'm wearing a bikini top. Besides I 
wanted your opinion on my back muscles.", I said to him, as I flexed 
my biceps ever so slowly. A multitude of mountainous muscles formed in 
my back as I flexed. The mounds of muscles quickly soothed him and put 
him back in a hypnotized state of muscle lust. "....mmmmmmmmm....", I 
sighed erotically as I flexed again harder. Huge rippling muscles 
crackled as they rolled across my back. His hands caressed my muscle 
covered back. "....aahhhhhhh....", I sighed as I flexed over and over. 
His hands swept over my broad shoulders and then wrapped around my 
biceps once more. I flexed about as hard as I could. My biceps became 
petrified balls of muscle. Puffy, blood surging veins criss-crossed my 
biceps as they hardened. "Do you think these muscles would stand a 
chance in that contest, Mr. Johnson.", I said. 
"Oh...yes....ohhh...my...", he said deliriously. 

 I turned to face him. "Would you like to see my posing routine?", I 
said enticingly. "Oh.....yes I would, very much....", he said with his 
tongue nearly hanging out. I unbuttoned my skirt and it slowly slid 
down over my muscle bulged legs. I pulled my feet out of my skirt and 
took a step back. I smiled seductively as I put my arms behind my head 
and curled my body in. The skin on my abdomen tightened around the 
countless plates of rippling muscles that covered my stomach area. 
This caused his erection to extend even further. Twisting my torso 
from side to side caused my armor plated abdomen to roll with muscles. 
"....aahhhhhhh.....", I sighed playfully. Putting my hands on my hips 
I extended my right leg out. Then I firmly planted my foot down and 
twisted it about. My thighs bubbled with dozens of bulging muscles. 
".....Oooooohhhh.....yessss.....very lovely....", he drooled. I turned 
around and bent my leg upward repeatedly turning my calf into a 
massive, rock-solid ball of muscle with each bend. I could hear his 
breathing becoming heavier as I continued posing. 

 Bringing my leg down, I then stood up highly on my toes, causing my 
calves to erupt with muscle. Up and down on my toes I went, putting my 
calves in a state of petrified muscle. He 'ooohhed and aahhhed' as my 
calves mushroomed every time I went up on my toes. I turned to face 
him. "What do you think so far?", I asked with an alluring smile. 
"....Ooohhhhh.....very exquisite, Nancy......please show some 
more....", he said nearly frothing. "Well, I guess I could show you a 
.........bit more....", I said to the muscle hungry man. I extended my 
arms out horizontally and glared at him very enticingly. "Are 
you.....ready?", I asked. He nodded in anticipation while licking his 
lips. I began to flex my arms upward, ever so slowly. "Mmmmmmmm.....", 
I moaned as my arms slowly came up. First my forearms stiffened. I 
closed my eyes and erotically swayed my head. "....ohhhhhh......", I 
sighed as my biceps began hardening. Then I abruptly stopped in the 
middle of my flex and held my arms there. "What's 
wrong.......Nancy!!!", he said. "Oh, I don't know Mr. Johnson. This 
might all be for none. That contest is in 5 weeks and I would have to 
work out very, very hard everyday to have any chance of winning that 
contest. And I'm afraid that won't be possible.", I said. 
"Why,.....why....not!!!", he said jittery. "Well, you see, my friend 
Carrie Munson is having a very difficult time in math. She thinks 
she's gonna fail math this year. I decided I should help her study and 
bone-up on her math this summer, so I won't have any time for 
contests.", I said with my arms still in mid-flex. 

 I turned my back to him. "Carrie Munson? Why, she's one of my 
students.", he said. "Oh really!! I didn't know that, Mr. Johnson.", I 
said as I went into a lat spread. My widened back sprung incredible 
muscles. "Carrie isn't confident that she passed that test she took 
today.", I said as my back muscles crackled outward. He nervously 
shuffled through papers on his desk. "Here, I have her test right 
here!!!", he shouted. I extended my arms out once more and began a 
slow double bicep flex. "Ya, it's a shame I won't be able to build up 
these....mmmmmmmuscles....this....summer.....mmmmmm...", I moaned 
erotically as I flexed slow and hard. My biceps, being incredibly 
pumped from working out and flexing, were bulged and hard. 
"Well.....uh....let's just have a .....ah.....look at this 
.....test...", he said as he flipped through it quickly. I flexed my 
biceps over and over, milking my muscles. 
"...Mmmmmmm......ohhhhh.....", I moaned as my biceps became mammoth 
and rock-hard. "Ohhhh...mmmyyyy....", he murmured. I turned to face 
him and continued to repeatedly flex my biceps. He watched in a 
delirious state of muscle lust as I pumped my bicep muscles into a 
petrified state. I put my hands together in front of me and extended 
them downward. I squeezed my arms inward. I didn't have much of a 
bosom by female standards, but I was able to muster up a few ripples 
of muscle from my chest. "Ohhh......geeeeeez......", he frothed. 
"How's that test look Mr. Johnson?", I asked as I went back to flexing 
my biceps. "....um....uh...well....", he said hungrily. 

 I moved close to him and extended my arm out just beneath his chin. 
His erection was protruding long and hard. I gave him an alluring 
smile. I then slowly flexed my bicep, causing it to swell immensely, 
just inches away from his eyes. "Just imagine how muscular I would be 
if I got a chance to work out everyday this summer.", I said as I 
flexed slow and very, very , very, hard. My bicep reacted by becoming 
a peaked, striated, rock-hard mass of muscle. That made him lose it. 
".... Oooohhhh ......ooooooo .......oohhh ....mmmmm....", he moaned as 
I'm pretty sure he orgasmed in his pants. He placed his hands over his 
crotch and moaned again. "Are you alright, Mr. Johnson?", I asked, 
pretending not to know what happened. ".....umm...you're friend's test 
is......uh....excellent.....", he grunted while holding his crotch. 
".....but you'll....uhm...have to excuse me...for today...., Nancy. 
I've....uh....got to go now....uh...", he grunted once more and dashed 
out of the classroom. I suspect he had to go to the washroom for a 
thorough clean up. 

 I picked up my skirt and tank top and put them back on. My clothing 
fit much tighter over my muscles, which were very, very swollen and 
hard. I rubbed my solid muscles. "Mmmmm.....", I moaned proudly. "Way 
to go, Nancy!!! I think you did it.", I said to myself. I was pretty 
sure that Carrie was going to get a passing grade after that muscular 
display. I mean, he blew his wad and everything. How many girls can do 
that without a laying a finger on him. Basking in a job well done I 
strolled out of the classroom, my muscles pulsating with pride. 

 I saw Carrie the next and she told of how shocked she was to find out 
she had past her test with flying colors. She also found out that she 
would be getting a passing grade for the year. Imagine that, a passing 
grade. I never did tell her about my encounter with Mr. Johnson and 
how I bombarded him with female muscles, which he craved so much. It 
was just a favor. 


Chapter Four
A ROOM WITH A VIEW


 My hunger for more and more muscle was getting the 
better of me. I wanted bigger and bigger muscles. My workouts became 
longer and harder to satisfy my craving. Just turned 13 and my body has 
begun to bloom in a womanly manner. No longer flat-chested, my bust has 
blossomed very nicely. I have no need for training bras, or things of 
that sort. My muscleful young breasts stand at full attention at all 
times without the aid of a training bra. My young bosom has filled in 
the last part of my body that has been lacking shape and fullness 
previously. My firm, robust 37 inch bustline has made me the envy of 
school girls, and the desire of boys and men alike. 

 My young body now flowed with powerful muscular 
curves that caught the attention of most males I encountered. 37-21-35 
were not normal measurements for a 13 year old girl. Boys and men 
hungered for glimpses of my young muscleful body and occasionally I 
would feed that hunger by wearing scanty outfits. This often caused 
many disturbances in classrooms from students to teachers, so it wasn't 
something I did often. I was proud of my young muscularly robust body. 
I never realized how much males desired females who were muscular and 
strong. The lust for my muscles would hit closer to home than I ever 
imagined. 

 I woke up early, as I did every Saturday morning. 
After a hearty breakfast I made my way down to the weight room. Pulling 
off my sweats, I remained in my one piece white leotard. I stretched 
and did some light weights. After about 20 minutes of the light weights 
I moved on to some heavier weights. Two short barbells with 80 pounds 
on each caused my biceps to swell to the solid 15 inches they each now 
measure. I loved to pump heavy weights, so I put another 20 pounds on 
each barbell, bringing the total to 100pounds on each. I curled each 
barbell in succession, and my biceps swelled and striated under the 
slight strain. I pumped the weights furiously, longing to add more and 
more muscle to my already muscle teeming young body. I curled the two 
110 pound weights 20 times each. Setting the weights down I could feel 
my arms surging with muscles. I turned to the mirror and flexed my 
biceps. The twin peaks rose eruptively with absolute muscle. I then 
pulled down on the top of my leotard, in the cleavage area. My chest 
was taut and full of muscle. I twisted and turned my arm sending subtle 
waves of rippling muscles through my chest. I was very pleased with my 
muscular progress. 

 Bending over to pick up some different weights I 
noticed a small hole in the far wall. I walked over to investigate. It 
was a hole about the size of a dime. I wondered if it was a fresh hole 
or maybe I just hadn't noticed before. The hole was about waist high, 
so I bent over to look through. I saw that the storage room was on the 
other side. That got me curious. I was sure that hole wasn't always 
there so I decided to have a look in the storage room. Entering the 
storage room I noticed that some things were cleared out of the way, 
making a path towards the wall. I walked over to the wall after 
flicking on the light. There, by the hole in the wall, was a cleared 
area. There were a few blankets and towels laying around. I rummaged 
through the blankets and found a pile of pictures cut out from 
magazines. Every single picture was of a muscular woman. Seems my dear 
brother has quite a fetish for muscular females. Then I remembered the 
hole in the wall and thought that he may be watching while I workout. I 
leaned over and peeked through the hole and saw that it gave an 
unblocked view of my workout area. That creep brother of mine must be 
watching me, and probably jerking off for all I knew. I became furious. 
My muscles tensed with anger. 'I think my dear brother needs to learn a 
lesson about privacy.' , I thought to myself. 

 The next day I decided that my dear brother was going 
to receive the lesson of his life. When I got home from school I found 
my brother laying on the couch watching television. "Hi, Johnny.", I 
said to him as I kicked off my sneakers. "Oh, hi sis.", he replied. I 
dropped a bag of things I had purchased during lunch break. "What ya 
got in the bag, Nancy?", he asked. I opened the bag. "Oh,...just some 
new workout clothes.", I said as I pulled out a tiny string bikini. 
That sat him up and his eyes widened as I held the tiny outfit over my 
body. "I figure this won't constrict me as much.", I said, being sure 
that this would lure him into watching me later. I started heading 
upstairs to my room. "What you gonna do?", he asked. "Oh, I think I'll 
go upstairs for a while and then go down and workout in about 15 
minutes. He didn't say anything back, but I could hear him scurrying 
down to the basement as I reached the top of the stairs. He took the 
bait. 'Alright, dear brother. You're gonna get a Muscle Show you never 
dreamed of. 

 After about 20 minutes I went down. Passing the 
living room I saw that Johnny was not there. He must already in the 
storage room waiting for me to workout. I went into the basement 
bathroom to change into my bikini. I brought a pair of 4 inch high 
heels with me to turn him on even more. Just before I left the bathroom 
I noticed a bottle of baby lotion on the counter. 'Why not' , I thought 
as I took it with me. 

 I walked into the weightroom and turned on the light. 
I turned on the ghetto-blaster and found some soft sensual music. I 
could hear some movement by the wall near the hole, and I always 
thought those noises were the house settling. Anyway I sat down and 
grabbed the baby lotion. I popped the top and squirted a good helping 
in my hand. Bending over, I started at my ankle and oiled my leg 
upwards. The oil instantly heightened the muscular appearance of my 
leg. I extended my leg out and my hand glided over my thickly muscled 
thigh. Tensing my thigh gently, my hand went on a rollercoaster ride 
over the mountainous muscles and the deep valleys and gorges between 
the elevated muscles. My thigh muscles struck a nerve as faint 
shuffling noises came from behind the wall. Twisting my body slightly, 
I began oiling the back of my leg. I started at the top with my massive 
hamstring. Sliding down, I oiled my big muscleful calf. I bent my leg 
up and I smothered oil all over my hugely expanded calf. I could hear 
faint moaning, 'Oh, we're just getting started, dear brother', I 
thought to myself. 

 After oiling down my other leg I stood up and 
squirted another heaping helping of oil in my hand. I curled my body 
inward just a bit and dozens of tight, rippling muscles emerged from my 
abdomen. My hand slid over the dense muscles that felt like a muscular 
cheese grater. Twisting and turning my hips slightly sent a tidal wave 
of rippled muscles streaming up and down my taut belly. I slid my hand 
upwards towards my chest. My hand slipped under the material that 
covered very little of my breast. I tensed my boob while I oiled it. My 
breast jutted out with muscles. I oiled my other equally muscular 
breast. "Mmmmmm.......", I moaned as my oily hand slithered over my 
muscle inflated breast. 

 I moved on to my biceps after oiling up my shoulders. 
I extended my arm out and oiled my entire arm. I squirted more oil in 
my hand and flexed my bicep very hard. I drenched my flexed bicep in 
oil. My mammoth 15+ inch bicep glistened with a rock-solid luster. I 
must of been turning my brother on a lot, because the moaning and 
shuffling around became a bit louder. After oiling down my other arm, I 
turned my back to the hole in the wall. I flexed mightily, over and 
over. My arms and back rippled and bulged with rolling muscles upon 
muscles. "Mmmmmmmmm.......oooohhhhh....'',I moaned as I flexed harder 
and harder. 

 My upper body became covered in striating muscles. 
"Ooohhhhh.....", I sighed sensually as my muscles expanded enormously. 
I could hear faint jerking and moaning from behind the wall. I flexed 
even harder yet, milking my young body for more muscles. "...Ooooohhhhh 
!!!!......", I moaned loudly as my biceps and back crackled loudly from 
the broad expanding, rock-hard muscles. "...Ohhhhh....mmmmm.....How do 
you.....like......mmmmm...... these.....ooohh.............mmmmmuscles, 
Johnny?", I asked, looking back at the hole in the wall. The next thing 
I heard was loud banging and shuffling as he was apparently trying to 
scurry out of the storage room. I ran out into the hallway and he ran 
right into me. He bounced off me like a basketball. He landed on the 
floor with his pants still down, trying desperately to pull them up. 
"Well now, what have you been up to ,dear brother?", I asked my 
completely embarrassed older brother. 

 I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and stood him 
up. "I hate to quote an old saying, but it looks like I've caught you 
with your pants down, Johnny.", I said as he still fiddled with his 
pants. I moved my arms up and my brother was now standing on the tips 
of his toes. "Wait a minute, Nancy!!!! I 
can.....(gulp!!) ... explain!!!!", he begged. I pulled him in till we 
were nose to nose. "I think you're the one that's gonna get an 
explanation!!!", I barked back. I held him up with one arm and grabbed 
his underwear, which were still not covering his penis. "Here,.....let 
me help you with that!!!", I said as I yanked up his underwear with 
great force. "...Yeeeeooowww!!!!!....", he hollered and then cringed in 
pain. I let go fo him and he fell to his knees, groaning in pain and 
holding his crotch. "Okay, I think it's time I taught you a lesson 
about peeping in on my workouts.", I said sternly. I grabbed a handful 
of his hair and pulled him down the hallway. 

 I pushed the door open and flung my brother into the 
weight room. He rolled across the floor like a rag doll. While my 
groggy brother moaned on the floor I moved some weights and equipment 
to clear an area. Johnny was sitting up when I walked over to him. He 
looked up and saw my 24 1/2 inch thighs staring him in the face. "So, 
big brother likes to jerk off over my muscles, does he.....?", I said 
as I inched my thighs closer to his face. His face drew a look of fear 
as I tensed my thighs. Huge muscles rippled before his eyes. He slowly 
backed away, gawking at my muscle-stuffed thighs. I stepped forward as 
he backed away, till he backed into the wall. "No place to go, now. 
Look's like you're caught between a rock and hard 
muscles.. (hee, hee, hee)", I giggled. I spread my legs apart slightly and 
placed my hands between my thighs. "I've been wanting to try out these 
legs for quite some time. I really don't know what they're capable 
of.", I said as I stroked the cords of muscle that layered my inner 
thighs. I then placed my hands behind his head. "I guess there's only 
one way to find out.", I said as I slowly pulled his head towards my 
open thighs. "Nancy... no ....wait !!...pl...", he begged and squirmed. 
He couldn't break free, I had a firm hold of him. "But I thought you 
liked these.....muscles.", I said, sliding his head in and out of my 
pumped oily thighs. Then I pushed his head all the way in and gently 
closed my oily thighs around his neck. 

 My brother squirmed and whined to no avail. I 
straightened out my legs and his body buckled, and I wasn't even 
squeezing......yet. "How's that....is that a nice snug fit...", I 
teased. I didn't squeeze, but I tensed my legs, powering up my muscles. 
My legs ballooned with a multitude of bulging muscles. 
"Ooohhh... mmmmy...", I chirped in a playful voice. My brother on the 
other hand wasn't feeling very playful as he moaned in pain. My 
ballooning muscles converged on his neck. Light suctioning sounds came 
from my thighs as my oily muscles hardened to form a tight seal around 
his neck. "There, that should be sufficient muscles. What do you think 
Johnny?", I teasingly asked. My poor brother had already lost his will 
to resist as his squirming mellowed. "What....you think my legs could 
use just a bit...more muscle !!", I said, teasing. I tensed my legs a 
little bit more and dozens more muscles emerged from legs. My legs now 
rippled and bulged with countless muscles. "Hey,...you were right, 
Johnny. This is much better.", I joked to my numbed brother. 

 "Now let's see what happens if I squeeze.....just a 
little bit.", I said as I delicately squeezed. My thighs slowly swelled 
around his neck. Johnny tried ineffectively to break free, but my 
muscleful legs were unyielding. "Let's try squeezing just a 
bit.....harder.", I said boosting up the pressure slightly. My oily 
legs glimmered as muscles formed atop muscles. My brother's desperately 
frail struggle was being weakened by my crushing muscle bulged thighs. 
"Please.....Nan....stop...pl...", he begged. I squeezed some more and 
my enormously expanding thighs slicenced his begging as rippling 
muscles smothered his cheeks. "How's that, dear brother? How do you 
like my big muscles now?", I said to my red faced brother. 

 "Mmmmmmmm.....I must admit that I find this very 
enjoyable", I said, squeezing a bit harder yet. My poor brother's 
squirming became almost non-existent. "...but we must remember that 
this is a lesson for you !!!!", I said sternly as I doubled the 
squeezing power. My thighs erupted with mountainous muscles throughout. 
Muscles were popping up everywhere. My huge thighs crushed inward on 
his neck. The squirming completely stopped and my brother was very 
glossy eyed. "How you doing down there, Johnny?", I asked as I twisted 
my legs about. Rippling muscles rolled across my thighs and my brother 
was slowly fading out of consciousness. "I don't want you to forget 
what these muscles are capable of, so this is for your own good.", I 
said. I turned up the squeeze and his nearly limp body jerked a bit. 
"How about some more....mmmmuscles.", I said as I tensed and squeezed 
very hard. The volcanic upsurge of my muscle swelling thighs sent an 
echoing crackle through the air. 

 I spread my thighs slightly as I took a hold of his 
head. I twisted him around till he was facing up at me and then closed 
my thighs around his neck once more. My brothers teary eyes were 
glossed over. He was barely conscious as the tears slowly ran down his 
bruised face. "Hang in there, Johnny!! There's still more muscles to 
come.", I said and then squeezed with muscular force. My abounding 
thigh muscles inflated tremendously. His body jerked in pain and his 
eyes were slowly closing. "Just a little bit 
mmmmore ........ mmmmmmm!!!!!", I moaned as my squeezing thighs became 
mammothly swollen with muscles. The massive rock-hard muscles crushed 
with incredible force and easily put my dear brother into total 
unconsciousness. "Mmmmmm.", I moaned as his neck lightly crackled 
between my massive granite-like thighs. 

 Spreading my legs open, his head made a loud thud as 
it limply fell to the floor. He lay there unconscious for nearly 30 
minutes, while I worked out a bit. When he started coming round I went 
over to sit on the bench by where he lay. I crossed my legs as his eyes 
slowly opened. My legs fluttered with countless muscles when I crossed 
them. Johnny's eyes opened and he saw me sitting there. "Well, good 
morning. Did we have a nice little nap?", I teased. He still wasn't 
very alert yet. I placed my high heeled shoe on his chest. My muscle 
bloated calf was directly over his face. "I hope this has taught you 
not to be a pervert, dear brother!!", I said as I raised my heel upward 
with my toes planted in his chest. My calf inflated into a mass of 
bulging rock-hard muscle. "Please, Nancy!! I promise it'll never happen 
again,ever!!", he pleaded. I took my foot of his chest and stood up. I 
grabbed him and sat him up on the bench. "I hope you mean that, 
Johnny.", I said as I flexed my biceps. "I'd hate to have to discipline 
you again.", I said while my brother gawked at my mountain peaked 
biceps. "No, really, I promise.", he said, wiping some tears from his 
cheeks. I stood him up and he got a fearful look in his eyes. "You're 
my brother Johnny and I love you very much, but what you were doing is 
very wrong. No one's privacy should be invaded that way.", I said and 
gave my big brother a hug. 




Chapter Five BE KIND TO YOUR NEIGHBOR 


 They had just moved in the week before, a single 
father and his 11 year old son. I watched from my window as they moved 
in the last few bits and pieces into their home. I found the father to 
be a very handsome man. I found out he was 34 years old, exactly 20 
years older than me. Not that I thought that the two of us could ever 
be intimately involved or anything, but he sure was good looking. 

 I said good bye to my parents as they left for the 
lake for the weekend. My brother had left early in the morning for a 
day long basketball tournament, so I was home alone. I was going to 
spend my Saturday doing absolutely nothing but lying on the couch and 
watch T.V. I needed a break like this. 

 I must have dozed off because someone knocking on the 
door woke me up. I looked at the time on the VCR, 11:30 a.m. I passed 
out for about half an hour. I slowly got up and walked over to the 
door. I opened the door and there stood the gorgeous man from next 
door. "Hello, I'm Mr. Adams. My son and I just moved in next door last 
week.", he said glumly. He seemed down about something. "Hi, I'm 
Nancy.", I responded. "Is your father at home?", he asked as he looked 
at the ground. "Actually, my parents are both gone for the weekend. Was 
there something I could help you with?", I said. "Well,...I need to 
talk to somebody and I wanted a man's input.", he said. "What is it 
that you need to talk about?", I asked. "Well...it's 
rather...um..embarassing.", he mumbled. " I'll tell you what. Why don't 
you come in and I'll get you a nice cool glass of juice and if you want 
to talk about it or anything else, it'll be entirely up to you.", I 
said with a big smile. "Well, I guess that's fair enough.", he 
responded with a half smile. 

 When I returned to the living room I found Mr.Adams 
sitting on the couch. I put his glass of juice down on the coffee 
table. "There you go, nice cold glass of orange juice.", I said. "Thank 
you.", He replied. He took a sip of juice. "Do you mind if I lie 
down?", he asked. "No, not at all, Mr.Adams. Make yourself right at 
home.", I replied. He groaned as he lay down. "Gee, you seem very 
depressed, Mr.Adams.", I said. "Yes, I'm sorry, Nancy.", he apologized. 
"Is there anything I could do to help?", I asked. "No,...I really don't 
think so. You see I'm still depressed about my wife. She was killed in 
an auto accident last year.", he said woefully. "Oh, I'm so sorry to 
hear that.", I said. "Thank you.", he acknowledged. "Do you mind if I 
ask what it is that you miss most about your wife?", I asked. 
"Well,....that's what I wanted your father's opinion on.", he said as 
he shuffled nervously. "Maybe I can give you an opinion.", I suggested. 
"Well it's rather an embarrassing thing to talk about, but what the 
heck, you seem like an understanding person.", he said. 

 I moved to sit in the chair next to the couch. I 
sat behind his head, so he didn't have me in his line of sight. "Well, 
you see, my wife was a very athletic woman,.....very,very, athletic.", 
he began saying. "A strapping Amazon-like women. 5 feet 11 inches tall 
and 165 pounds of the leanest muscle around.", he said proudly. "Wow, 
sounds like quite a woman.", I said. I wondered what he would of 
thought of my muscles. He had no idea, due to my loose fitting track 
suit. Although I appeared stalky, the loose fitting suit concealed the 
large muscles that lay beneath. "I loved that powerful physique of 
her's. So strong and proud. I miss that strength so much.", he said. I 
went out on a limb. "Did your wife physically dominate you, Mr.Adams?", 
I asked boldly. "No, not exactly. It was a mutual thing. She liked her 
sense of power and I enjoyed her physical strength.", he said. I don't 
know just what happened at that moment, but I felt a hot flash as the 
words came out of his mouth. "What was it that you and your wife did, 
if you don't mind me asking?", I said as the hot surge grew. "Most 
nights before we went to bed she would put on the skimpiest underwear 
and spiked heels. Then she sat on the bed and call for me to come to 
her.", he said. He wiped his hand across his mouth and continued. "I'd 
kneel in front of her and she would stand up. She'd run her hands 
across her muscular thighs. Then her hands slowly pulled my head in 
between her thighs.", he said. Suddenly my nipples were getting harder. 
My breasts became engorged with firm muscles. "Ooooohhhh....", I sighed 
as his story was turning me on. "Oh, please go on Mr.Adams.", I said. 

 "At first she would squeeze slowly and gently. Her 
thigh muscles gently converged on my neck.", he said. My muscles were 
on fire by this time. I could feel my muscles swelling as I was very 
turned on by what he was saying. He continued. "Then she would slowly 
squeeze harder and harder as we both were turned on. She'd squeeze 
harder yet and her beautiful, powerful thigh muscles constricted around 
my neck.", he said ecstatically. I also was becoming ecstatic as I 
caressed my hardened thigh muscles. My muscles were horny for him. 
Horny to be wrapped around his neck. "Her muscles were exquisite.", he 
said as I stood up beside were he lay. He looked up at me and he could 
see the fire in my face as I licked my lips and moaned erotically. 
"Nancy,what's wr.....", he started to say as I slowly pulled down my 
sweat pants. His face was at eye level to my thighs. 
"Oh.....my....!!!", he uttered. I caressed my muscle-bulged thighs. "I 
know these legs are probably not quite as great as your late wife's, 
but I hope they'll do.", I said to him. "Holy mackerel!!! Are you 
kidding? These are the most muscular legs I've ever seen. They make my 
late wife's legs look like tooth picks!!!", he blurted. That line did 
it. My nipples became rock-hard and my inner thighs were burning to 
squeeze his head. 

 His hands slowly reached out towards my thighs. He 
placed his hands upon my bloated thighs and felt the steely texture of 
my thighs. "Mmmmmmm.......Do you like that, baby?", I said as I fought 
to control myself. "These are incredible muscles!!!", he said. That 
really turned me on. I put my hands behind his head and pulled his face 
forward. His lips pressed against my thighs. He put his hands on my 
muscular ass and he kissed my muscular thighs. I tensed my thighs 
lightly and his lips pecked at the dozens of elevated muscles in my 
thighs. "Mmmmmm......", I moaned with pleasure. I stepped out of my 
sweat pants and shoes. He knelt on the floor and kissed and caressed my 
muscle-burning thighs. "Mmmm....ooohhh.....baaaaaay-beee...", I moaned 
as I unzipped my sweat jacket. He looked up just as the jacket fell to 
the floor. He knelt there looking up at me, I was wearing a bikini top. 
"How do you like these muscles?", I asked as I flexed my biceps. My 
biceps were also very, very pumped by my muscle-lust and they were very 
bulged with muscles. "...oohhh...mmmyy....", he adoringly uttered. 

 I sat down in the chair as he still knelt on the 
floor. I raised my legs up to a horizontal position and spread them 
open. He licked his lips in anticipation. "Is this what you 
want,......honey?", I asked very erotically. He stared at my legs with 
hunger. I too, stared at my legs because I couldn't believe how massive 
my muscles had become. My horny state had some how amplified the normal 
size of my bodily muscles. My legs were covered with huge muscles. 
"Ooooohhhh....", he moaned as he fondled my muscle swollen thighs. It 
felt good as his hands passed over my hard muscles. I couldn't wait 
anymore, I had to have his head between my thighs, and I'm sure he was 
longing to be there,too. 

 I looked at him with enticing lust. 
"Mmmmm....it's time, baby.", I said as he then leaned forward. I slowly 
wrapped my now massive thighs around his neck and he smiled. I sat 
there adjusting my sitting position, not applying any kind of pressure 
at all, but my subtle movements caused muscles to leap from my legs. 
"There we go. Now I think we could use a little bit more muscle, don't 
you?", I said. He smiled in agreement. I gently flexed my feet down and 
a giant tidal wave of muscles rippled throughout my legs. 
"Mmmmmmm.....", I moaned as the surging muscle felt satisfying. My 
thigh muscles slowly expanded and surrounded his neck. 
"Mmmmmmm...... that's a lot of muscle.....but I think we could use 
just...... a little more .....mmmmmmm", I moaned as a tensed a bit more. 
Dozens of huge cords of muscle surged up from my thighs and criss-
crossed like steel cables. Each of my thighs were easily over 28 inches 
around. He moaned in pain as just the sheer mass of muscle in my thighs 
was hurting him. "Ooooohhh.....that's better. Now let's squeeze....just 
a little bit...mmmmm", I said lustfully. As I gently applied just a 
slight bit of pressure and my thighs erupted with mountainous muscles. 
"Ooohhhh.....mmmyyyy...!!!", I moaned erotically at the sight of my 
muscle radiating thighs. He instantly cringed in pain as his neck was 
bombarded by my muscles. 

 I was incredibly horny by this time. My thigh 
muscles swelled immensely as I squeezed a little bit harder. The skin 
around my thighs was stretched tight and glistened as muscles pushed 
outward. He groaned loudly in pain. "Ooooooo....... how's 
that ..... baby?", I said. I was overwhelmed by muscle-lust. My thigh 
muscles rose up and compressed his cheeks. He drooled and spat through 
his tightened lips as he began looking groggy. I basked in my muscular 
domination of him as I throttled up a bit more on my squeeze. My thighs 
kept expanding and were well over 30 inches by now. His head began to 
sink between my thighs as muscles poured over. Muscles smothered over 
his lips and his painful moans ceased. "Mmmmm......yyeessssssss...", I 
moaned. I tried to keep some control over myself in my lustful state. I 
knew I could effortlessly disintegrate his head between my thighs but 
up to that point I was only using about 5 percent of my thigh muscle-
power. I fought to control my urge but I couldn't resist. I gently 
boosted up my muscles and squeezed slightly harder. My thighs grew and 
grew. Muscles formed upon muscles upon muscles. "Oooohhhhhhhhh..!!!!!", 
I moaned loudly. His body gyrated in pain as huge muscles swarmed over 
his face. His eyes were just slightly visible and were very glossy and 
blood-shot. "We're .......... almost there, ................honey. Just 
............. a ................ little......... mmmmmm............ 
bit .... more .... mmmmmmmuscle....", I moaned erotically. I drew up more 
muscle from within my thighs. My thighs exploded with muscles. Every 
inch of my thighs was covered with dense,rippling muscles. 
"Oooooooooo .... baaaaaaaaaybbeeeee..!!!!", I moaned as his face vanished 
beneath my behemoth muscles. His body went into fierce convulsions as 
my muscles did their magic. More and more muscles emerged from my 
thighs as I felt near orgasm. My nipples were erect and like armor-
piercing bullets as they were nearly puncturing through my bikini top. 
Although I was still only using about 15 or 20 percent of my muscle 
strength his neck and face crackled loudly under the strain. I put my 
hands around my breasts, which had become rock-hard with muscle. I 
caressed my very hard breasts as my thighs became petrified in muscles. 
That did it ................ 
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh ..... yesssssss 
....... mmmmmmmmmmm .... ooohhhh..!!!!" , I moaned loudly as I reached my 
very first orgasm ever. In that moment of climax it felt like every 
muscle in my body had turned to stone. My thigh muscles came into full 
scale prominence and strength and his body went limp. 

 His head slowly slipped out from between my legs as I 
spread them apart. His head hit the floor with a loud thud. I bent over 
to check him. I was glad to find he was still breathing, but he was 
completely unconscious. His face, reddened by my thigh muscles, was 
motionless. I stood up and I could feel every muscle in my thighs 
ripple. "Ooooohh...mmmyyyy...", I said looking down at my legs. My 
lustful state had amplified my muscles. I walked around the room on 
legs that felt like granite. I caressed my thighs as I strode around 
the room, savoring every bulging muscle. 

 I had always heard about orgasms, but nothing compared to 
experiencing first hand. All my muscles were rock-hard and erect. I sat 
down in the chair and I could feel every muscle react. Muscles bulged 
and rippled all over my body with each little move I made. My orgasmic 
state had truly amplified my bodily muscles by 3 or 4 fold. 

 I began to caress my various muscle-bulging body parts 
with extreme pleasure. My muscle-swollen breasts were putting a strain 
on my bikini top. They filled with firm muscles with every breath I 
took. I put my hands around my breasts, which felt like two small 
bowling balls. I then slid my hands down my abdomen. My hands slowly 
slid over the countless ripples of muscle. "Mmmmmm...", I moaned. I 
crossed my legs and watched as hundreds of muscles bulged and danced 
all over my legs. "Mmmmmm....oooohhh.....yesssss...", I moaned again. I 
was back in an incredibly horny state, Just as he was coming to. His 
eyes slowly opened to see me sitting there, smiling and bulging with 
muscles. 

 I stood up and stepped over to him. I had my feet just on 
either side of his ears. His head slowly came up as he gradually gained 
his senses. As his head was about a foot off the ground I gently 
crossed my legs. His head was between my calves. "Hey....what the....", 
he muttered. I giggled playfully as he tried pulling his head out. My 
calves were already hard and bulging with muscle. "Where you going, 
honey? We're just getting.....started.", I said playfully as I tensed 
my calves a tiny bit. My expanding calf muscles pressed into his face. 
"Mmmmmmm...", I moaned as I tensed a tiny bit more. My calves responded 
by inflating with muscles. "Unnnnghhh...", he spat out as he cringed in 
pain. I squeezed my lower legs inward gently and my steely muscled 
calves crushed in on his face. My calves were very, very pumped with 
muscle, but I was only using about a third of my muscle power. I 
decided to see what I was capable of in this horny muscle-lust state. 

 I injected more muscle into my calves by tensing them 
more. My calves expanded enormously. He bellowed in pain, but was too 
weak to move. I then slowly rose up on my toes a couple of inches. To 
my surprise my calves mushroomed with muscle. He yelled in great pain 
as my massive calves surrounded his face. "Mmmmmmm.....ooohhh...", I 
moaned as my calves crushed his cheeks. He was losing consciousness 
again. "Mmmmm...how's that honey?", I said to him. He softly muttered a 
painful moan. "Pardon me? You say you would like just a little bit more 
muscle!!! Mmmmmmmm......I like that, baby. Alright sweetie, here comes 
more muscle!!!!! ", I said teasingly. I rose up a bit higher on my 
toes. My calves just kept getting bigger and bigger. His face was 
nearly completely smothered over by my monstrous calves. His cheeks 
began to crackle as I rose up higher. His face was now completely 
buried by my mammoth muscle-petrified calves. I twisted and turned my 
legs gently as I moaned with orgasmic pleasure. He was unconscious 
again as I ground my huge steely calves into his face. I felt great, 
great pleasure in my total muscular domination of him. 

 I slowly spread my calves apart and his head slid down to 
the floor once more. My muscle-throbbing calves were on fire. As I 
stepped around the room I could feel my calves pulsate with an enormous 
amount of muscle. I took a quick glance at him and saw he was moving 
slowly and that he was okay. I went to the bathroom and splashed some 
water on my face to cool down. The water slid down my face and over 
muscle-pumped breasts. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw just 
how massive my bodily muscles had become. Every subtle movement caused 
muscles to pop, bulge, and ripple. I felt like I had become one solid 
massive muscle....and it felt incredible. 

 I returned to the living room and found that Mr. Adams 
was no longer laying on the floor. I looked around the living room and 
saw that he was gone. As I began to staighten things out in the room I 
came across some money that Mr. Adams had left. "Wow !!! $300.00. I 
must've been pretty good.", I said to myself. That was the easiest 
money I had ever earned, and all just for giving him a taste of my 
young muscles. That was the first of many sessions Mr. Adams would come 
over for. Soon some of his friends would come by and lay their money 
down to watch me flex my muscles or to feel the power of them. The 
amounts of money per session varied on what was requested and I never 
complied to do any unlady-like acts. It was strictly muscle worship or 
dominance. The money I earned helped pay for more weights and equipment 
that helped build bigger and bigger muscles. 


Diary of a Muscle Girl Book Two 


INTRODUCTION 

 
 Well, I'm back and glad to see you're interested in reading 
about young muscular girls. In my first book of memoirs we left off 
where I had just turned 14 years old, so let's get you updated a little 
bit. I start off in these new memoirs at about 14 1/2 years old. My 
hair is sandy brown and just over my shoulders. I stand 5' 4" tall and 
I weigh about 152 lbs. 

 Then there are my muscular measurements, which I'm sure you've 
all been waiting for. My biceps measure roughly 15 1/2", not bad, huh? 
My once non-existant chest now measures just over 40". My torso is a 
slim but muscle-chiseled 21". My hips are a robust 35". Then ther are 
my legs, my favorite muscles of all. My thighs are a whopping 26 1/2", 
and my calves are a rock-solid 15 1/2". I bet those measurements have 
probably hardened you up a bit, .........if you know what I mean.
 
 I have grown to love the feeling of being very muscular and 
very, very strong. I don't mind flaunting my attributes occasionally or 
displaying the power of my young muscle-bulging body, which you'll be 
reading about in this second stage of my memoirs. So happy reading and 
don't be afraid to get a good hard feeling once and while, while 
reading about me. 




Chapter One (14 years, 6 months old) PARTY TEASE 


 It was 6:00 p.m. and mom was in the kitchen with some last 
minute preparations for tonight. My stepfather was upstairs getting 
dressed and I was kind of sulking because I had to stay home on a 
Friday night. My parents were having a party for some of my 
stepfather's work associates and some of our neighbors and they wanted 
me to stay home for the party. I would rather of been going out with my 
friends on a Friday night, but I respected my parents wishes,....well, 
my mom's anyway. 

 Guests began arriving about 7:00 p.m. and was upstairs changing 
outfits. I thought if I must attend this party, I'm going to have a 
little bit of fun in my own way. By 7:30 p.m. there already about 20 
guests, mostly colleagues of my stepfather from the transport company 
he worked for. I made my way down stairs and passed many guests on my 
way to the kitchen. Of course I was getting a lot of stares from the 
male guests. My stepfather saw from the patio and gave a me an 
unapproving look when he saw what I was wearing. I had on my hot pink 
spiked heels, a very, very tight clinging white T-shirt that left 
little to the imagination as my braless grapefruit-sized breasts stood 
firmly prominent. Add to that a mini-skirt that was more like a belt 
than a skirt, and you have one sexy little girl. 

 I entered the kitchen and my mom saw my outfit. "Don't you 
think that's a bit scanty, Nancy? Better go up and change into something 
a little more conservative or your father will flip", she said. "Awe 
mom,.....I like wearing these clothes. I've worked hard on this body 
and there's nothing wrong with showing it once and a while. Besides 
Bill (my stepfather) has a problem with everything I wear, so I might 
as well wear something I like.", I replied. "Well, I haven't got time 
to argue about it now. We'll deal with this later.", she said, and I 
left the kitchen. 

 I walked over to where Bill was. He was talking to an older 
man, about 50 or so. "Hi, daddy.", I said as approached the two. 
"Oh,....Hi, Nancy.", he said mumbly. "Is this your daughter, Bill?", 
the man asked. "Yes, this is my.....stepdaughter.", Bill replied. I 
gave the man a smile. "My, my......What a healthy young girl.", the man 
said. "Nancy, this is Mr. Peterson.", Bill said. "How do you do, 
Mr.Peterson.", I said holding out my hand. I shook his hand firmly. 
"Oh, my,.....and strong, too!!", Mr.Peterson replied. "She's taken up 
bodybuilding for some ridiculous reason.", Bill said. "What do you 
think of muscular girls,....Mr. Peterson?", I asked as I put my hands 
behind me and threw out my chest. My breasts put a strain on my tight 
T-shirt and my semi-hard nipples were quite visible through the thin 
material. "Oh, my......I think....muscles and girls....make a great 
combination.", he gasped as he glared at my firm protruding breasts. 
Bill grabbed me by the arm. "I think maybe you should go and help your 
mother in the kitchen!!", he said, clenching his teeth. I pulled my arm 
away. "Maybe I'll see you later, Mr. Peterson.", I said with a smile. 
He smiled and nodded. Bill gave me a scornful look as I headed away. 

 On my way I saw Mr. Wilson, a neighbor of ours, alone out in 
the yard past the patio. I headed in that direction. My legs pulsated 
with muscles, which drew a lot of stares from the men. My spiked heels 
clicked loudly on the concrete of the patio which turned more heads in 
my direction. I walked across the grass over near the end of the yard 
where Mr. Wilson was. It was quite a distance from the muffled sounds 
of the party. "Hi", I said as I came up behind him. I startled him as 
he spun around quickly. "Huh,...oh....Hi.....Nancy..", he said 
nervously. "Gee, you're quite a ways from the party.", I said to him. 
"I just needed to be alone for a minute.", he replied. He was obviously 
nervous. "You haven't called for an appointment in almost 2 months, Mr. 
Wilson. Aren't you happy with my services?", I asked. Mr. Wilson was 
one of my steady customers. We'd meet at a designated place, usually a 
hotel room or even his home if his wife was out. I'd flex my muscles 
for him, workout with weights for him or he'd just worship my young 
rippling muscles. It usually cost him about $250.00, depending on what 
I did for him. "Oh,...no...it's nothing like that....Nancy.", he 
replied nervously. "I've been working out very, very hard for the last 
little while.", I said as I grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. 
I planted my toes down and tensed my thigh. My thigh mushroomed with 
massive, rippling muscles. "What do you think?", I asked. He took a 
deep swallow. "Oohhhh....mmmmyyyyy....", he sighed. I twisted and 
turned my leg, causing muscles to bulge and dance all over my thigh. 
"Mmmmmm....I bet you like that don't you?", I asked as I reached for 
his crotch. His dick was hard. "Ohhhhh...", he moaned. I grabbed his 
free hand and placed it on my breast. I took a deep tensing breath, 
filling my chest with solid muscles. "Ooohhh...mmmyyyy...", he moaned 
ecstatically. "See what you've been missing, Mr. Wilson.", I said 
enticingly. I took his hands off my thigh and breast. "It's been a 
while since I've had a body oil rub. Would you be interested?", I said 
with a very enticing smile. "Ohhh..yessss...Nancy!!!", he said, nearly 
frothing at the mouth. "Alright then. How about the usual 
place ...... about 7:00 p.m.? And don't forget the $600.00.", I said as I 
left him there in a state of muscle lust. I enjoyed leaving a man's 
dick good and hard. I headed back to the party, intent on teasing more 
men with my sexy muscles. 

 It didn't take long to meet up with a man. As I walked back 
towards the house I bumped into a man coming out off the bushes. 
"Oooops......I'm so sorry.", he said as he fumbled with his zipper. I 
guess he was relieving himself in our bushes. "May I?", I said as I 
cupped his balls in one hand and grabbed his zipper with the other. 
"The trick is to get a firm hold of things.", I said as I gently 
squeezed his balls and pulled up his zipper. "There we go,......all 
done.", I said as I patted his penis. "Um,....uhhh....Thank you....", 
he sputtered. "....Nancy's the name, and you are?....", I asked. "Mr. 
Lonne.", he replied. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lonne.", I 
said holding out my hand. My heel had dug deep into the grass and I 
stumbled as I leaned toward him. He caught me in his arms. I looked 
down at my foot, my shoe was stuck in the grass and my foot had slipped 
out. "Oh, would be a dear and get that for me, Mr. Lonne?", I asked 
with flickering eyelashes. He knelt down on one knee and pulled my high 
heel out of the grass. He then cupped his hand around my calf as he 
brought my leg up to meet the shoe, which he held out with his other 
hand. 'Time for some fun' , I thought to myself. As his hand was cupped 
around my already muscle-firm calf, I pointed my toes. My calf expanded 
with solid muscle. His fingers were spread apart by my muscle-ballooned 
calf. "Oh.....my.....(gulp, pant).", he drooled. "Mmmmm.....do you like 
that, honey?", I asked as I twisted my foot around causing my calf to 
bulge and ripple. He slipped my foot into the shoe and caressed both of 
my muscle-bloated calves. "I gather you don't mind girls with big 
muscles.", I said as he probed my calves. His hands slowly slid up the 
back of my legs and caressed my huge hamstrings. I normally wouldn't 
allow a man to fondle my muscles in such a manner, but it was a great 
way of gaining new customers. 

 His hands slipped up around my tight muscular ass, but I 
quickly pushed his hands down. His hands made their way around to the 
front of my legs, were they found my massive thigh muscles. 
"Oh...yesss...", he drooled. I tensed my thighs slightly and mounds of 
muscles elevated from my thighs. He moaned with pleasure. I then 
grabbed his hands and stood him up. I grabbed his cock, which was almost as 
hard as my muscles. "Oooooohhhhh.....they should call you Mr. Long, not 
Mr.Lonne...", I said as I gently stroked him. "I can give you a hard-on 
like that any time you want baby, but it's gonna cost you." He eagerly 
agreed and we made arrangements for him to see me the following week. I 
just love being muscular. 

 By this time I was slightly horny and my muscles were pumped 
firm. I made my way back to the patio area. I approached a group of men 
sitting together, who were all close neighbors of ours. "Hi guys.", I 
said. They all sat up straight and sucked in their guts. "Oh...hi... 
Nancy.", they replied. There was some vegetables and dip on the table 
in front of them. "Mmmmm.....do you boys mind if I help myself?", I 
asked. They all mumbled in agreement. I bent over to and grabbed a celery 
stick and dipped it. I had my back to all of them. I bent over low and 
tightened up my legs. My calves and hamstrings rippled with muscles. 
"Mmmmm....this sure is great.", I said. "It sure is!!!", one of them 
gasped. I stood up on my toes and every muscle from my ankle to my 
slightly visible ass cheeks became rock-solid. "Mmmmmm....", I moaned 
and heard them all breathing a little heavier. 

 I grabbed a carrot, which was about 8 inches long and 1 1/2 
inches in diameter, (remind you of anything......?). "Mmmm....I just 
love carrots...", I said as I turned to face them. I had the carrot 
firmly gripped in my right hand, this made my arm come alive with 
muscles. I brought the carrot towards my mouth slowly as they all 
watched in anticipation. I erotically licked the rounded tip of the 
carrot. The men nervously shuffled around in their seats. 
"Mmmmmmmmmm.....", I moaned as I pushed the carrot in a few inches 
between my moistened lips. They oohed and ahhed as I slowly pushed in a 
bit farther. They were nearly frothing at the mouth as I began slowly 
puling the carrot in and out of my mouth. "Mmmmmmmm...", I moaned 
erotically. Then just as they were all probably on the verge of orgasm, 
I opened my mouth wide took a snapping bite of the carrot. They all 
immediately grabbed their crotches as their faces cringed. 
"Mmmmm....that sure is good!!", I said as I turned and walked away. 

 Sucking on that carrot had turned me on a bit also. My nipples 
were very hard and erect, and many of the male guests took drooling 
notice. For the rest of the evening I proudly strutted my young, sexy, 
Muscle-rippling body around the party, leaving a trail of hard-ons 
where ever I went. I love being muscular and strong and sometimes I 
really enjoy flaunting it and teasing a bit,....and men just love that. 





Chapter Two (14 years, 8 months old) DADDY'S DILEMMA 


 It was the first Friday night in a while that I was going out. 
It was about 6:00 p.m. and I had just stepped out of the shower and 
was in my bedroom. I threw off my bath robe and was naked as a Jaybird 
(easy now boys....). I opened my drawer and pulled out a g-string 
panty. I slipped my panties up over my legs, which was getting harder 
to do owing to my massive thighs. Then I walked over to my closet and 
opened it. "Hmmmm...", I sighed as I looked in. I grabbed a pair of 
open-toed sandals that had 4 inch heels. I dropped them in front of me 
and stepped into them. "Mmmmmm...", I moaned to myself. There's nothing 
like stepping into a pair of high heels. The instant my feet in the 
sandals and elevated by the heels my leg muscles became incredibly 
striated. I walked slowly around the room for a few moments. The first 
few moments in a pair of heels always turned me on. It's like my leg 
muscles come to life. I could feel every leg muscle move as I strode 
around. I walked over to my wall mirror and saw that my muscular legs 
were now very, very, very, muscular,....thanks to the heels. 

 I walked back over to the closet to pick out some clothes. I 
shuffled through my things and found a very mini mini-skirt. I held it 
over my torso. It was very short, maybe only in inches in length, 
total. "This'll do!", I said to myself. I shuffled threw some more and 
pulled out a half T-shirt that I hadn't worn in a while. "I wonder if 
this still fits me?", I said as I pulled it over my head. It was very 
tight and I had to roll it over my hard grapefruit-sized breasts. The 
bottom of the tiny T-shirt covered only the top half of my breasts, just barely 
covering my nipples. I turned to the mirror. "Mmmmm.....very sexy, 
Nancy!!", I said to my reflection. I squeezed my boobs together. 
"Oohhh....yessss...!!!", I said of my hard muscular breasts. 

 The skirt lay on the bed where I left it. I put it on and 
looked in the mirror once more. "Oohhh...Nancy. You're gonna cause a 
lot of hard-ons tonight,....but somethings missing.", I thought. I 
glanced over at my dresser. "That's it!!", I said with glee. I walked 
over and picked up some body oil. "Ooohh....ya....this will do the 
trick!!", I said as I twisted the top off. I sat on my bed and squirted 
some oil into my hand. I began oiling up my thighs. Then my calves and 
hamstrings. My oily hands glided over my firm, rippling muscles. I 
oiled my washboard abdomen and then the bottom half of my breasts. My 
arms came last and then I was done. I walked over to the mirror for the 
final time before heading down stairs. "Ooooohhhh....Nancy!!!! Look at 
those muscles,...WOW!!!", I said of my glistening, muscle-rippling 
young body. I did some hard flexing to get my body even more pumped and 
then headed down the stairs. 

 I quick-stepped down the stairs and my muscle-hard breasts 
didn't even move an inch. I reached the bottom of the stairs and my 
heels clicked loudly through the hallway. That's when my step-father's 
hand reached out from the living-room and pulled me in. I stumbled a 
bit, but regained my balance. "What the hell are you wearing?", he 
shouted. "A T-shirt, mini-skirt, and high heels.", I said. "Hey, don't 
get smart little lady!!", he snapped back. "Sorry, Bill...", I 
apologized. I didn't like him at all, but I put up with for my mom. 
"You're not planning to go out like that, are you?", he asked. 
"Well....ya..", I replied. He gave me a stern look. "You get your over-
pumped ass upstairs and cover yourself up with some decent clothes, or 
else!!!!!", he barked. "Or else what?", I said. "Why you smart ass 
little hussy!!!", he said as he grabbed my arm. "Hey....what are 
you...doing..?", I said as he dragged me over to the sofa, sat down and 
threw me across his knees. "This should've been done a long time ago, 
little girl.", he said as he rolled up his sleeve. "You've got to be 
kidding me, ...you're going to spank me?", I said pushing myself up a 
bit. He slammed me back down and started whacking my butt with his hand. 
He was hitting pretty hard, but I barely felt anything. He gave me 8 or 
9 good whacks and then I tensed up my ass till it was rock-hard. He gave 
me a few more whacks, that I'm sure they hurt his hand a lot. He rolled 
me off his knees to the floor. "Now get upstairs and put on some 
clothes you little tramp!!.", he yelled. Meanwhile I stood up. "Pardon 
me?", I said to him. "You heard me, you tramp!!", he repeated. That 
really got me mad. I must say that my muscles didn't ever intimidate 
him, but that was about change. 

 "You know, you were right. This should of been done a long time 
ago.", I said as I tensed my body and muscles began to harden 
throughout. My rage fueled my muscles as my body bulged and began to 
put a strain on my scant clothing. I stepped over to the sofa, my young 
body rippled with muscles. I gave him a scornful smile and he backed up 
on the sofa. "Now,...wait a minute...Nancy!!!", he pleaded. I grabbed 
him by scruff of his collar and stood him up. His eyes widened in fear. 
He wasn't a small man (5' 10", 175 lbs) but I lifted him up off the 
floor and held him up. "Look at these muscles, Bill. What were you 
thinking when you threw me over your knee? I guess you don't realize 
just how powerful these muscles are. I'll be glad to show you what 
thses muscles are capable of.", I said. I brought his feet down to the 
floor. I held him with my left hand and then flexed my right bicep a 
few times. "No.......Nancy......please...", he begged as he watched me 
pump up my 16 inch bicep. I gave my arm one good hard flex. My bicep 
swelled into a huge muscular peak. "Are you ready?", I said playfully. 
Before he could beg me to stop I punched with my muscle-fueled fist. 
That snapped his head back and dazed him quite a bit. I gave him 
another muscle-packed punch. His head snapped back once more and his 
eyes were very glossy. A thunderous slug to his stomach lifted him off 
the ground and probably knocked out every ounce of air. I had to hold 
him up, he couldn't do it on his own anymore. I gave him another hard 
punch to the stomach. He fell forward into my arms. He lay across my 
arms barely conscious. I jerked him up to chest level. At that point I 
powered up my upper body muscles. He moaned in pain as my muscles 
swelled and rippled. Then with one easy motion I lifted him over my 
head. He looked down at me with one eye barely open and probably 
wondering what truck hit him. "How you doing up there, Bill?", I said 
teasingly. He grunted with pain. I lowered him to my chest level and 
then pressed him upward again. I did this over and over with ease. 
"Gee.....this sure is a great workout.", I said as I raised him up over 
my head a few more times. I held him over my head and saw that he was 
regaining some of his senses. I threw him down onto the sofa and he 
bounced off onto the floor. 

 He started snapping out of and made it to his knees. I grabbed 
him by the scruff and crotch, lifted him and body-slammed him on the 
floor. He cringed in pain when his back hit the floor. I stood over and 
placed my foot on his chest. My heel dug into his chest as he still 
moaned in pain. "I've been wanting to beat the crap out of you for a 
long time, Bill, but I didn't for my mother's sake.", I said to him. I 
took my foot off his chest and he slowly sat up, rubbing his back and 
still very dazed. I then kicked him just under the chin and that hurled 
back a few feet. The kick put a swelling bruise on his chin. My dazed 
and confused step-father backed away from on the floor. He backed 
himself into a wall and pulled himself up. I walked over to him where 
he was with his back against the wall. I smiled at him just as my fist 
hit him in the nose. I gave him a few more hard jabs to the face. I had 
to grab his collar as he began sliding down the wall. He was barely 
conscious and his nose bled slightly. I held him up straight and then 
gave him a powerful upper-cut under the chin that took him off the 
ground about a foot. He slid down the wall and crashed on his ass very 
hard. I had knocked him right out. I had always wanted to give a good 
sound thrashing and I had just manhandled him like a rag doll. "Well, I 
guess you don't mind what I'm wearing after all, (hee,hee,...hee).", I 
giggled. I grabbed my purse and headed out for the evening. All that 
evening I relished the fact that I beat the crap out him. 

 From that forward Bill never said anything about what I wore. 
He never ever got mouthy with me in any way what so ever. That was too 
bad, I was kind of hoping to thrashing him every once and a while, but 
he stayed a good boy from then on. 



Chapter Three (14 years, 9 months old) UNCLE FRED 


Age: 14 years, 9 months. Height: 5' 4 1/2". Weight: 161 lbs. Biceps: 
16". Chest: 42 3/4". Torso: 20" Hips: 35". Thighs: 27 1/4". 
Calves: 16". 

 There, now you're all up to date on my muscular attributes. I 
think you'll agree that these are very impressive numbers for a young 
girl, and those numbers are just the beginning. 


 I'll start off by telling you a bit about my Uncle Fred. First 
off, he's my Step-father's younger brother, so he's really my Step-
Uncle. He's 26 years old, stands about 5' 9" tall, and weighs a 
slobbery looking 200 lbs. Oh ya,....this guy's got the beer-gut and 
everything. He's real greasy looking too, I'm sure you know the type. 
My Uncle Fred hadn't seen me since I was 9 years old, so he was in for 
quite a surprise. He was coming in from out of town for the weekend and 
he'd be staying at our house of course. 

 Bill (my step-father) had gone to the train station to pick up 
Fred. Mom and I were sitting out on the patio having some Iced Tea. Mom 
stood up and walked over to a flower bed at the edge of the patio. She 
was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top. My mom was in great 
shape for a woman of 40. "Gee mom, you still look great. I mean just 
look at those legs.", I said to her. she stood about 5' 9" tall and had 
nice long and shapely legs. In fact her legs were very tautly muscled, 
I don't mean rippling muscles, but smooth hard muscles. "Oh, you're 
sweet Nancy, thanks.", she said shyly. "No, I mean it mom. Now I know 
why my body is so easy to put muscle on. I get it all from you. You 
have nice and slightly muscular legs, mom.", I said to her. She brought 
her foot out and pointed it down. The skin on her leg tightened as her 
thigh slightly swelled with some muscle. Her calves were also very taut 
and shapely. I had noticed that her calves formed into a hard diamond 
shape whenever she stood up on her toes. She possessed the legs 
probably equivalent to gymnast or ballerina. "Well I guess all that 
running and swimming pays off.", she said proudly of her legs. 

 It was easy to see why Bill and many other men find my mom so 
attractive. Her long, shapely and fit legs smoothly made their way up 
to her slender 36 inch hips. Her very slim 23 inch waist and her firm, 
robust and very full 41 inch bustline gave her an hour-glass figure 
that was the envy of many, many women. My chest was already showing 
signs of inheriting my mom's large breasts. 

 Mom and I heard Bill and Uncle Fred enter the front door as 
they arrived from the train station. Mom walked over to the patio door 
to greet them. Bill and Fred came out through the patio doors. "Hello 
Sylvia. Wow!!! Are ever gonna lose that dynamite body?", Fred said to 
my mom. "Hi Fred. How are you?", my mom said as she kissed him on the 
cheek. "And speaking of dynamite bodies, just look at our little Muscle 
Queen here!!!", Uncle Fred said as he walked over to me. I stood up and 
held my hand out. He quickly looked me over. I was wearing my tight 
spandex pants, high heels, and a short-sleeved T-shirt. "What's with 
the handshakes?", he said as he hugged me. His hands slid down my back 
and on to my buttocks, which was hidden from view from my parents. "My, 
my,...how you've grown, little Nancy!!", he said, peering at me. I 
pulled his hands up off my buttocks. "I see you haven't changed a 
bit!!", I replied with a disgusted look. "Hey Fred, how about some iced 
tea?", my mom asked. He let go off me and turned to go over to the table. 
"Sure.", he said as he walked over to the table. He turned slightly and 
gave me a wink. I gave him a snarl of my lip. We all sat out on the 
patio till early evening. I went out with some friends that night so I 
didn't see Fred for the rest of the evening. 

 The next morning was Saturday and I was always up by 5:00 a.m. 
on Saturdays, for my workout. This was my favorite workout of the week. 
I always worked out for at least 2 hours on Saturdays. On this 
particular morning I worked out extremely hard and heavy for some 
strange reason. I pushed my young muscles to their limit. By the time 
my workout was over I felt like somebody had pumped an extra 20 pounds 
of muscle into my body. I changed into some shorts, a halter top, and a 
pair of high heels. I loved putting on high heels after a good workout. 
The high heels kept my legs constantly bulged with muscles. 

 At 7:15 a.m. I heard someone coming down the stairs as I was 
fixing myself a cup of hot chocolate at the kitchen counter. It was 
Fred and he looked like a mess. Still in his pajamas, his hair was all 
over the place, and his beer gut was hanging out of his bottoms. "Good 
morning.", I said to him. He rubbed his eyes and look over at me. 
"Huh...uh...oh..Good morning, Nancy. I didn't think everybody was up 
already.", he said. "Oh, mom and dad are still in bed.", I said. He got 
a snickering smile on his face as he slowly walked towards me. "You 
mean we're the only early birds up?", he said he came up right behind 
me. "Ya...I...guess so.", I said, continuing with my hot chocolate. He 
pressed his body against my back. "Can I get you something?", I asked. 
"No, I think I can manage.", he said as I felt his hands on my thighs. 
"Uh...what are...you doing?", I asked. He rubbed my outer thighs. "I've 
never seen muscles like these on anyone before.", he said. I could feel 
his dick growing against my buttocks. "Well...thanks, but I think you 
better stop now!!", I said. His hands slid up my waist and over my 
abdomen. His fingers probed the ripples of muscle on my stomach. 
"Uh...Uncle Fred.....I mean it. You better stop right now!!", I said 
sternly. He began thrusting his cock against my ass. Then his hands 
slipped under my halter top and he grabbed a hold of my breasts. 
"Ooohhh ... baaaybeeee .... I just love .... your muscles.", he moaned. "That 
does it!!!!", I said furiously as I thrust my elbow into his fat 
stomach. He bellowed in pain as he cringed forward. I came down low 
with an uppercut that stood him straight up. I grabbed the back of his 
head and pulled down fast as I brought my knee up. My knee met his face 
with a thunderous crack. That hurled him out through the open patio doors 
onto the patio. 

 I stepped out the patio doors as he rolled over in pain. 
"You're still a creep, only now I've got the body to teach you a 
lesson.", I said as I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off, and 
left only my bikini bottom remaining. He rolled over and was now facing 
up as he saw me pulling my feet out of my shorts. 
"Oh.... Noooooo ..... Nancy ... please ...", he begged. "Begging isn't going 
to get you anywhere. You're the kind of man that deserves the thrashing 
you're about to receive.", I said as I flexed my thighs. Huge mounds of 
muscle shot up all over my thighs as he watched in shock. 
"Oh..my ....g...", he blurted. My tenacious morning workout had brought 
my muscles to a prominence I've never seen before. My legs were 
extremely ripped with muscle from hip to toe. 

 He began crawling away onto the grass. "Oh no you don't!!", I 
said as I grabbed him by the back of the scruff. I held him in place 
and stepped around in front of him. I pulled him up a bit until his 
head was about at my mid-thigh height. He was sweating as he pleaded. 
"No...no...!!!" I thrust him towards me, slamming his head between my 
thighs. I snapped my thighs shut and he instantly yelled in pain. I 
contracted my thighs and they bloated up with massive muscles. He 
jolted in pain as my thigh muscles pressed in on his neck. "Do you 
still like all these muscles, Uncle Fred?", I asked with a giggle. He 
gagged and spat as I squeezed harder. My inner thighs formed huge cords 
of rock-hard muscle that were hurting him a lot. He franticly squirmed 
to pull himself free. "Ah,...ah,...ah, you're not going anywhere!!", I 
said as I contracted my thighs very hard. His squirming began to 
diminish as my bursting muscles ground into his neck. My thighs were 
extremely bloated with immense muscles. He was becoming very weak as 
his arms fell limply to his side. "Boy you sure a disappointment. Ten 
minutes and barely a quarter of my leg power and you're already going 
to pass out on me!!", I said as I eased up on the squeezing. His head 
slid down between my muscle-swollen legs and hit the floor as I 
uncrossed my feet. I stood him up by the scruff. He was very groggy and 
glossy-eyed, not able to stand on his own. I put my hands behind his 
head and threw out my chest, then tensed my chest very, very hard. I 
pulled him forward, slamming his face into my muscle-solid breasts. I 
squeezed with my arms inward, grinding his face into my muscle-rippled 
boobs. "There, how's that. Are these the muscles you wanted to feel?", 
I said as I unmercifully crushed his face into my rock-hard boobs. 
After a couple of minutes of boob battering I released him and he fell 
to the ground like a sack of potatoes. His face was nearly purple from 
the breast bashing. He was motionless but just barely conscious. 

 I straightened out my clothes and fixed my hair. I turned and 
grabbed my hot chocolate from the counter. "Awe gee....it's cold 
already.", I said just as my mom walked into the kitchen. She saw Uncle 
Fred lying on the floor. "What happened here, Nancy?, she asked. "Well, 
he came downstairs looking for breakfast in the wrong places so I gave 
him a my special breakfast, fortified with muscles.", I said as I 
flexed my biceps. "Good for you, Nancy.", my mom said with a smile. 
"Maybe tomorrow I can give him some breakfast....", she giggled as she 
stepped over him and out to the patio. 


Chapter Four (15 years old) UNCLE RON 



Uncle Ron is my stepfather's other brother and this chapter deals with 
him. 

 It was a few days after my fifteenth birthday and I was going 
through a box of old photographs. There were many photos from my 
childhood, long before muscular blossoming. I came upon a photo of my 
stepfather's younger brother Ron, who I hadn't seen since I was 9 or 10 
years old. I had a real crush on him as a little girl and it was 
evident that my childhood crush was still lingering as I could feel my 
breasts warming and my nipples sprouting as I gazed at the photograph 
of Ron. I wondered how much he'd changed over the last 5 years, maybe 
he'd become a fat, balding slob. I thought that I would look into it, 
so I phoned him that evening and asked if I could visit him the next 
day. He agreed as he was eager to see me also. 

 That next morning I woke up early in anticipation of my visit. 
After my shower I rummaged through my clothes, looking for something 
appropriate to wear. I went through all kinds of skirts and pants and I 
was having trouble deciding. I was worried whether or not Ron would be 
turned off by my physique, but I finally decided that I was very proud 
of my physique and that was good enough. So on went a very short mini-
skirt, a halter top, and a pair of 4 inch stilettos, all covered by a 
long trenchcoat. 

 I walked to the train station and caught the train for the 45 
minute trip to the suburb where Ron lived. I then walked to his home 
from the suburb station, that was only a few minutes walk. My heart 
started pounding as I made my way up his walkway. I took a deep breath 
and rang the door bell. A few seconds later Ron opened the door and my 
mouth dropped. He was stunning. Tall, dark, and, mmm..mmm, handsome. He 
was wearing shorts and a beach shirt and his tanned muscular physique 
glistened. "Hello. Nancy.", he said. I stood speechless for a few 
seconds and then stumbled with my words as I replied. "My, my you sure 
have grown into beautiful young lady!!", he said as he gestured me into 
his home. "Thank you, Uncle Ron.", I said as I stepped in. "What's with 
that Uncle stuff ? I'm not really your Uncle, so I'd prefer if you 
called me Ron.", he said with a smile. "Okay,.....Ron.", I replied. 
"Let's go into the living room.", he said. 

 We made our way into the living, which was gorgeous by the way, 
and I sat at the Bar near the huge windows overlooking the ravine at 
the rear of his house. "What's your pleasure?", he asked as he stepped 
behind the Bar. "Ummmm..... a Vodka Martini, please.", I replied. His 
head snapped back in shock. "Just kidding. I'll have some fruit juice, 
please.", I said with a giggle. "You had me going for second there, 
Nancy.", he said with relief. He poured me my juice and set it on the 
Bar, and then stepped back around the Bar. "Here let's get rid of this 
bulky coat and get comfortable shall we.", he said as he stood me up 
off the bar stool. 'I hope he doesn't get turned off by my muscles' I 
thought as I untied the belt. He pulled the coat off of me and gasped. 
I quickly turned around with a pleading expression. "I want your honest 
opinion, Ron. What do you think?", I asked hopefully. He put the coat 
down on a bar stool and looked me over. "Well to tell you the 
truth ....", he began, and I drooped my head down. "..... I think it's 
wonderful!!", he blurted out. "You do?", I asked again. "Of course!! 
I'm used to this sort of thing. There's plenty of women down at our 
fitness club who bodybuild. Although, none of them are no where near as 
muscular as you are, Nancy.", he said. I had a smile from ear to ear. 
"Just look at the muscles on little Nancy!!", he continued as he 
grabbed my arms and brought them up. "Show me what you got, girl.", he 
asked. I took a step back, just a few inches from the wall, and flexed 
my biceps. Well, I guess I didn't have to worry about him being 
disappointed in my physique. He stepped towards me and wrapped his 
hands around my 16 inch biceps. "Wow!!! These babies are 
massive, .... and hard as rock!!", he said. "Do you really like them?", I 
asked as I flexed them a few more times. "Oh yes, very much.", he said 
as he caressed my biceps and gave me an alluring smile. I got a little 
uncertain and embarrassed at that point as I giggled nervously. 

 He got down on his knees and I stepped back and hit the wall, 
pushing back against it. "What are.... you doing?", I asked as I looked 
down at him. "Mmmmm.....yes, you're sure one very muscular girl!!!", he 
said as he placed his hands around my calves and began caressing. I 
wriggled a bit, which caused my calves to jut in and out. "Oh my, 
Nancy ...... these muscles are incredible.", he gasped. He brought his 
face forward and began lightly kissing the protruding muscles of my 
thighs. "I don't think... you should...", I stuttered. He began kissing 
my thighs more vigorously and his hands ran up and down my legs, 
probing my muscles, which were becoming harder as I became slightly 
turned on. 

 I tilted my head back into the wall as his hands roamed over my 
legs. I was very aroused by this time. I tensed my thighs and muscles 
sprouted out instantly. "Mmmmmmmm.....that feels good...", I moaned as 
he kissed the mounds of thigh muscles. I could feel my nipples growing 
and my breasts getting harder. I didn't know whether to stop him or 
not, but I didn't because it felt too good. His kisses ran up my thigh 
and he rolled up my mini-skirt and began kissing my panties. I grabbed 
his head and pressed his face into my pussy. "Ooooooohh.....", I moaned 
as I rubbed his face in. His tongue began to creep in behind my panties 
and I quickly pulled his face up to my abdomen and said, "No...." He 
kissed my rippled abdomen and my breasts were on fire. My chest muscles 
were expanding as I fell into a state of muscle lust. As his face came 
towards my breasts I grabbed a hold of my halter and ripped it open. My 
breasts exploded out from their constriction. His eyes widened as I 
exposed my throbbing, muscle-stuffed breasts. He stood up, just gawking 
at my breasts. He reached out and grabbed a hold of my breasts. He 
squeezed, or should I say tried to squeeze, but my breasts were rock-
hard with muscle and were unyielding. "Oohhhh, my........", he uttered 
as he found my boobs unsqueezable. As much as I was turned on, I knew 
this had to stop before it went too far, which it probably had already. 
I pulled his hands of my breasts. "No...no...., we really should stop 
this.", I told him. He put his hands back on my breasts and brought his 
face forward. I stopped him just as his mouth was about to clasp my 
nipple. I gently pushed his hands off once more. "No....I mean it, we 
gotta stop", I said a little more seriously. I began pulling my halter 
over my breasts, but he stopped me and exposed my breasts again. He 
reached for them, but I took a firm hold of his hands. "Okay, that's 
enough !!!", I said to him. He leaned forward attempting to kiss my 
breast, but I flung his head down between my arms. I pressed inward, 
pressing my upper arms into his neck. He struggled to break free so I 
put him in a choke hold that instantly halted his struggle. I squeezed 
slightly, causing his neck to crackle a bit. I didn't want hurt him too 
much, but I knew I had execute some kind of control because I knew I 
could snap his neck with very little effort. I jerked a few times and 
his arms limply fell to his side. I stood him up and saw he was 
unconscious. "Sorry about that.", I said. I picked him up like a little 
boy and brought him to his bed. I left him a note apologizing for 
letting things get a bit far.