Lollipops & Muscles
by Michele LeMuscle
The powerful Tracy shows her muscles

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        He was glad his first day was over. It was always tough 
adjusting after another transfer. He had a very optimistic feeling about 
teaching at this school for some reason. His first day was spent like 
most other first days, touring and introductions to other faculty staff. 
As he walked through the now nearly empty after school hallways, he 
thought he might stop by the gym to see what kind of equipment the 
school had. He is Mr. Johnson and is 6' 1", 185 pounds and in very good 
shape. He worked out quite often and was hoping he could get in some 
after school sessions, providing the school had the equipment. He 
arrived at the workout room and was pleasantly surprised how well 
stocked with equipment the area was. There was no shortage of students 
working out either. He walked through admiring all the weights and 
machines as many students were leaving. He then noticed a crowd of 
mostly boys, in the corner. He walked over to investigate. 
        As he drew near he could hear the familiar sound of weights 
being hoisted around and oohing and aahing from the crowd of about 
twenty. He still couldn't see what they were watching until he arrived 
at the back of the crowd. He looked and saw young girls head pop up and 
down. He drew nearer and saw that it indeed was a girl, and young one at 
that. His eyes widened when he saw the barbell with 500 pounds laying 
across her shoulders as she squatted. He made his way to the front of 
the crowd. He watched the young girl squat the massive weight with ease. 
She breathed as if in a calm sleep, showing no strain of hoisting the 
bending barbell. She noticed him and gave him a smile as she went down 
for what was the tenth squat, and was only since he'd arrived. She was 
wearing a baggy sweat shirt, but her upper body size was evident. Her 
half spandex workout pants did nothing to hide her massively muscled 
thighs, which contracted with muscles as she squatted. Even in her flat 
runners her calves bulged with muscle. He found himself getting aroused 
by all of this. He had always found strong, muscular females attractive, 
but he felt different this time. He looked at her calves, which he 
thought to be at least 18 or 19 inches, and tried to imagine what they 
would look like in a pair of spiked heels. That got him even more 
aroused. He snapped out of his daydream as the weights came crashing to 
the floor with a loud clang. The crowd applauded the young girl's display 
of raw power. The crowd slowly dispersed as it seemed it was over. He 
too began to turn to head away. 
        "Hi, Mr. Johnson.", he heard from behind. He turned to see it 
was the strong girl that was addressing him. She was about 5' 1'' and 
barely reaching his chest. "Huh, what? How did you know my name?", he 
asked her. "You were introduced to my Math teacher in class today.", she 
returned. He wandered how he missed someone as impressive as this young 
girl. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry, it's kind of hard to remember all these 
faces on my first day miss ....?", he said tilting his head in 
anticipation of an answer. "Tracy, Tracy Scott", she replied holding out 
her hand. Even in her gentle handshake he could feel the power of this 
young girl. "So, what did you think?', she asked. "Oh, that was very 
impressive, especially for a girl of, what are you sixteen ... 
seventeen?", he said. "Gee. I'm very flattered, but I'm only fourteen, 
Mr. Johnson.", she replied. He tried not to show any shock at her age. 
He found himself growing in his pants and felt he'd better go. "Well 
it's been nice talking to you, Tracy, but I should get going.", he said 
as he started turning to go. "Um ... could you give me a ride home, Mr. 
Johnson?", she asked. "Actually, I didn't bring my car today. I live 
within walking distance.", he replied. "Well, that's even better. I'll 
walk with you.", she said with a girlish smile. "Uh, I guess that would 
be all right.", he answered cautiously. "Great, I'll be out in ten 
minutes.", she said as she skipped into the dressing room. He watched 
her playful skips, that caused her calves to pulsate with muscles. 
        She exited the dressing room after about fifteen minutes. His 
mouth nearly dropped to the floor. She stood at the dressing room 
doorway for a moment, twirling a lollipop around her mouth. She was 
wearing platform high heels that kids wore these days. He always 
preferred stiletto type heels, but her bulky shoes seemed to fit her 
build. Her calves were clearly visible from the front as they protruded 
out the sides of her legs. Her calves were much more impressive than 
before and were actually just over 20 inches. A tight, just above the 
knees pandex skirt clung to her 31 inch thighs like a second coat of 
skin. All the huge, rope-like muscles bulged incredibly, even as she 
stood still. Her very tiny waist, about 20 inches, gave her and 
incredible v-shape. A half T-shirt, that came down just below her ample 
breasts, displayed the plates of muscle that covered her abdomen. A low 
cut on the T-shirt exposed a deep, rippled cleavage from her near 
volleyball-sized breasts. A sturdy neck and wide shoulders lead down to 
her arms. The short sleeves stretched tight by her enormous arms. Her 
arms were well over 21 inches as they dangled relaxed. She began walking 
toward him and muscles came alive like a symphony. Muscles bulged and 
rippled as she walked. The erection that had begun to fade while she was 
in the dressing room was now re-established by this sweet young she-
hulk, with a greater vigor. "Ready to go?", she asked , somewhat 
snapping him out of his mesmerized condition. "Huh? What?, ... Oh sure", 
he replied in his dazed state. 
        The two of them walked out of the school to a hot and sunny late 
afternoon. They talked of how Tracy had become enthralled by weight 
lifting at age 12. Her hulking muscles convinced him that it was more of 
an obsession. As they continued to walk he often snuck a glance down to 
watch her legs pulse with rippling muscles. His one foot height 
advantage also gave a clear look down her incredibly striated cleavage 
and breasts that didn't budge even a micro-inch as she walked. He looked 
at her arms and wondered what kind of behemoth muscles they would 
produce in a full flex. 
        "Well this it.", he said as they stopped in front of his quaint 
little home. "Well, I guess I'll see around school sometime, Tracy. Nice 
talking to you.", he added as he opened the gate and headed up the 
walkway. "Um, Mr. Johnson? It's a bit hot out. Could I trouble you for a 
glass of water?", Tracy asked. "Sure, why not.", he replied, waving her 
into the house. They entered the home, which Tracy found somewhat dark, 
and waited in the living room. "Kinda low on light in here.", she said. 
"Ya, helps keep it cool and hot days like today.", he replied, returning 
from the kitchen with a glass of water. "Thanks.", said Tracy as he 
handed her the water. She whipped the glass up and vigorously drank the 
water. Water spilled over the side of the glass. The water ran down her 
throat and in between her cleavage. "Oooops!!!", she gasped, pulling the 
glass away. He couldn't help but stare at her gleaming cleavage. "Could 
I bother you for a tissue, Mr. Johnson?", she asked in a child-like 
manner. He gladly reached down on the coffee table and pulled up a 
tissue. He held it out to her, but was surprised when her hand did not 
reach out for it. She smiled and fluttered her eyes a bit. She then 
trough out her chest and took a deep breath. The low cut neckline of her 
T-shirt was spread even wider by her inflating breasts. She sighed 
delicately as she gently tensed her chest. He watched her incredible 
muscle control as her breasts hardened with muscle and move outward, 
widening her cleavage. "Would you mind?", she gestured to her chest. His 
hand came up slowly and shaky. He dabbed her cleavage with the tissue. 
Her gentle breaths bloated her breasts with more mass. Through the 
tissue he could feel the hard ripples of her cleavage. "You sure are a 
muscular girl.", he said as he dabbed up the last bit of water. "Gee, do 
you really think so?", she asked as she flexed her bicep. He watched her 
arm erupt with muscle. Her bicep became a huge dome with a softball-
sized peak stacked on top. "I'm not half the size I'd like to be, but I 
guess I'm a little bit muscular.", she said as he gawked at her 26 inch 
bicep. "But I don't know if my muscles are hard enough", she added as 
she pressed her finger into her massive peak. She then took his hand and 
lay it atop her bicep. "What do you think, Mr. Johnson?", she asked with 
a smile. Even her peak was to big for him to wrap his hand around as he 
squeezed. "Here, let me try and get it a bit harder for you.", she said 
as she began flexing over and over. Each flex spread his fingers wider 
apart atop her enlarging bicep. Dozens of puffy veins emerged from her 
massive arm, which was out to 28 inches. "Mmmmmm, how's that?", she 
asked. He had become more erect than he imagined possible as he tried to 
budge her immovable bicep. "It's like a mountain of steel!!! I've never 
seen a muscle like this on any human being, let alone a 14 year old 
girl!!", he gasped with admiration. "Oh you're so nice, Mr. Johnson.", 
she replied with a giggle as she noticed his immense erection. "Well, 
... I ..uh ..", he fumbled as he saw her take notice of his crotch. "You 
know, I think I may of pulled my calf muscle today. Would you mind 
having a look at it?" His erection became even larger with that request 
from her. He got down on his knees and cupped her enormous calf into his 
hand. "Can you feel anything?", she asked. All he could feel was a 
massive rock-hard muscle covered my a thin layer of silky smooth skin. 
"There doesn't seem to be any damage.", he replied lustfully. "Well 
maybe if you massage it, it'll make it feel better.", she said, rising 
upon the toes of her shoes. Her calves jutted out like gigantic, 
precision cut diamonds that blew his fingers nearly of his hands. He 
didn't know if it felt better for her, but he was on the verge of the 
orgasm of his life. "You like my muscles, don't you Mr. Johnson? I could 
tell from the moment I saw you.", she said as she slowly rolled up her 
skin-tight skirt. She rolled the skirt up to her crotch, unveiling the 
massive cable-like muscles that criss-crossed her thighs. Being eye 
level to her muscle-bloated thighs brought him that much closer to 
orgasm. She placed her hand behind his head and pulled it into her 
thigh. He began softly kissing her thigh. "Mmmmmmm, ... that feels 
good.", she moaned as she tensed her thigh. His face was pushed away by 
the exploding muscles, but quickly returned to adore her massive thigh. 
"The boys at school don't know what to do with these muscles. They're 
afraid of me. I know a man like you can adore my muscles and strength.", 
she said as she unzipped the skirt and dropped it to the floor. She 
leaned back into the wall, putting one arm behind her head, while still 
holding his head with the other. She guided his head over the huge 
mounds and valleys of muscles that saturated her thigh. She slowly 
pulled his head up her thigh. He tried to stop at her crotch, but was forced 
up by her hand. His lips now lay on her chiseled abdomen. She pulled his 
head over the dozens of plates muscles, which he adoringly kissed. His 
stance became uncomfortable, so he stood up. She looked him hungrily as 
he gazed at her breasts. He slid his hands under her tight T-shirt and 
wrapped them around her super-firm breasts. "Mmmmm, ooooohhh!!!", she 
moaned. He fondled her unyielding breasts. "Have ever felt anything like 
that, sweety?", she asked of her breasts. He squeezed, but found no give 
in them. She tensed up and her breasts transformed into to steel balls 
of muscle. He leaned into her and she felt his huge erection against her 
abs. Her hand came down and felt how huge and hard he'd become. She 
desperately wanted to continue, but deep down she knew it wasn't right. 
"Wait, we have to stop. This isn't right, I'm only 14!!", she said as 
she gently pushed him off. She breathed heavily to catch her breath. 
        He was puzzled by her reaction as backed up to the center of the 
room. "Hey, what is this?", he said sternly. She stepped over to him. 
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of taken you so far, but I lost control.", she 
replied regretfully. "Look at what you've done!!', he barked as he 
opened his pants. His nearly purple,10 inch erection sprung out of his 
pants, grazing her abdomen. She looked down at the throbbing shaft. 
"Mmmmmm .... , believe me that looks tempting, but we can't allow this 
to happen.", she said as she began pulling her shirt back down over her 
breasts. He caught her by surprise and through her down to her knees and 
grabbed a handful of her hair. "We're going to finish this!!", he barked 
at her. He tried to, pull her mouth over his erection, but couldn't 
budge it. "Stop that, Mr. Johnson, please." He tried pulling her head 
once more with the same result. "Okay, you want finish this, do you? 
Well, let's finish it then.", she said as she thrust her fist up into 
his balls. The air rushed out of his body as he grabbed his crotch and 
fell to his knees. He was in incredible pain and his face changed colors 
a few times. Tracy rolled onto her back, raised her legs and spread them 
open. He fell forward and his face came crashing down into her hard, 
rippled abs. She slowly closed her legs around his neck. "Well, I guess 
this what you wanted, to be between my legs.", she said as she gently 
powered up her thighs. A light stretching sound filled the air as dozens 
and dozens of mountainous muscles began bulging from her thighs, forming 
an air-tight seal around his neck. His head snapped up and eyes bugged 
out from the convergence of muscles. "I'm sorry things turned out this 
way, but you were a very naughty boy, Mr. Johnson ... and I always make 
it a rule to discipline naughty boys.", she said. "No, Tracy please!!", 
he spat from the constriction of her thighs. "Now I think these legs 
could use a little bit more muscle mass.", she said, tensing harder. 
Huge muscles sprung up on top of existing muscles. Huge cords of muscle 
wrapped his cheeks,  rendering him unable to respond. "Mmmmmm", she 
moaned as she gently squeezed. He jerked in pain. With her thighs in the 
state of muscle that they were in, Tracy showed incredible control as 
any out of the ordinary subtle movement could snap his neck like a twig. 
She slowly arched her back, stretching his spine. Saliva spat out of his 
compressed lips as they pain was becoming severe. "Ooooohhh", she moaned 
as her arching back slowly pulled his head away from his body. His face 
turned purple and his eyes closed as he went unconscious. Tracy was 
totally immersed in crushing him now, even though she'd all ready put 
him under. "Mmmmphhh!!!", she grunted as granite like muscles smothered 
over his cheeks. His unconscious body still convulsed in pain. A couple 
of loud snaps shook her out of vengeful state. She hoped she didn't kill 
him. Spreading her legs, his head fell limply to the floor. 
        After her anonymous call for an ambulance, she was relieved to 
later find out that he was very much alive. She had broken both his 
cheek bones, severely sprained his neck, and badly bruised his 
testicles. He never did tell the authorities what had happened. She 
later apologized and thanked him for not turning her in. She explained 
how very hard it was for a 14 year old girl to control 195 pounds of 
solid muscle. If she only knew how many men would love for her to try and 
execute that control on them. 

the end