[iceman75]

Here is a story I did about a year and a half ago, probably my best muscle growth story, it involves a 14 year old girl, so if you don’t like stories with teen girls growing muscles and strength, I implore you don’t read this:

Power Princess-the growth

By Jeremy Wilson iceshanty62@hotmail.com

A girl grows super powerful and gains revenge

Diana Tao, was once a small Asian child who moved to America with her parents.

She was always small for her age, standing about 3’8 inches at 9 years old.

But that made her more determined to be taken seriously, as she had somewhat

of a Napoleon complex, she worked twice as hard to be accepted as the next

person. Then she had a growth spurt at 11 years old, making her 4’5, but still

she was slightly small. It was at this time that she found sports and

weightlifting. Her favorite athletes were those that were fairly short for the

sport, like Mugsy Bogues in Basketball and Kirby Puckett in Baseball. She saw

female bodybuilding on TV one day after her 13th birthday and decided right

there that is what she wanted to do. She bothered her parent to get her a gym

membership and they did, on Easter, three months after her 13th birthday. Now

she was only about 5’1, which unbeknownst to her would be only about as tall

as she would get. So anyway the first day she went to the gym she found a

personal trainer who she thought would push her, she met Mickey, a 5’10 230

pound former power lifter who had set state records in his weight class in the

bench and squat and total at his last meet. She weighed only 92 pounds of fit

gymnast type muscle, but she wasn’t strong looking really, just ripped to

shreds with normal sized muscle. She wasn’t very strong at the beginning, her

max was 90 pounds after 10 months of lifting hard. But that all would change

in short order, as the 14 year old was about to fulfill her potential ten

fold.

It all happened on a Thursday night, six months after her 14th birthday. She

was working out hard and heavy as she could, benching her max of 95 pounds,

which is only about 3 pounds less than her 98 pounds. She was struggling

though and several men were watching but not attempting to help her at all.

They were all chuckling to themselves at her lack of muscle size and puny

strength, heck she might have been 14 but most of these guys could lift 95

pounds by the time they were nine, and none of them had that kind of

definition in their muscles when they were 14. She was concentrating as hard

as she could on the bar that she held over her head, with quite an effort, but

she was also looking for help, which no one gave to her. This angered her a

great deal, which gave her some adrenaline, this short burst of adrenaline was

more than enough to press the bar fully up to the supports. She got up

immediately to glare at the male bodybuilders, still chuckling at her apparent

weakness. "You assholes, you knew I was struggling and you didn’t lift a

finger to help, one day, you are going to be in the same situation and if I am

the only one there, you’re gonna be in serious trouble. Some of the guys

laughed, but the biggest and meanest, a 6’4 325 pound monster strided forward

confidently and said "You threatening us little girl, obviously you don’t know

who the hell you’re dealing with." He signaled to two of his friends and they

snuck up behind her, grabbed her by the arms and one put his hand over her

mouth. Even though they basically controlled the gym, there were a few people

who didn’t know that and could call the police, so they had to be as quiet as

possible. They dragged her into a back room in the gym that looked to be a

sort of dungeon, obviously these men were doing more than weightlifting in

this place. Diana only got a few glances at it though as she first felt a

sting and then it all went black.

Diana awoke with a rush, she was confused until she saw where she was, the

same dungeon she saw before she was knocked out. She was alone, but was

strapped to a big metal X that was set in the vertical position. She saw that

the door that lead there was closed and there weren’t any cameras or security

equipment. The men obviously didn’t think of her as a threat, because they

chose not to guard her that much, but she didn’t see any hopes for escape,

because her legs, wrists and chest was covered in stainless steel bands that

were at least two inches thick. She tried to struggle against them, but they

were too thick and strong, it would take several of the men who imprisoned her

here to move even one. She got very angry, how dare they do this to me, I am

not a threat to any one of them, what do they want to do with me anyway, I am

not that strong or muscular, and they definitely didn’t find me attractive

when they saw me first. The thought of them raping her inflamed her mind, she

was beyond rage now, and also at this point she began to feel electricity run

up and down her body. She started groaning and shaking as this feeling got

stronger, then finally with one large jerk she stopped, her head dropped down

in agony.

Then, with even more rage she jerked her head up and with a determined look

she started working against her shackles. This time though something began to

happen, she felt her arms burning and pumping, getting bigger and stronger the

more intense her pulling became. She was amazed, her biceps became so large

now that her sweatshirt sleeves was really stretching, almost to the point of

breaking out of the seems. Now she looked straight down at her chest to see

that it too was pumping and straining the material of her shirt to the point

of breaking through. Now she started working on the leg shackles that were

around her ankles, trying to break them by flexing her calves, at first there

didn’t appear to be any changes, but after 2 or 3 minutes of this, she could

see a huge muscle flexing down there. Now she worked her thighs by pushing

outward at the leg cuffs with her calves. There was a creaking sound but she

didn’t care, she wanted out now. She began pulling more in short strong jerks

which shot her biceps out of her sleeves and the right shackle burst out of

the metal that was surrounding her. It seemed as the Earth was rumbling around

her as she pulled and pulled against the shackle. Then she looked at her arm

to see that there was concrete connected to the steel. She couldn’t help but

flex her awesomely large bicep, which now appeared to be about one inch below

her wrist, an unbelievably large 26 inches, even huger when thinking that she

is only 5’1 tall. This flex caused the concrete to burst apart from the steel

cuff that was still connected to her forearm. Not only that, but the two inch

thick cuff was starting to bend and distort around her wrist, with one more

quick flex it burst from her wrist like it was made of cheap plastic. She

proceeded to yank her left hand free and with short bursts from her legs broke

the cuffs that were holding her legs. She wanted to do something special for

the chest cuff, seeing as though as she was stronger than any three of the men

that had imprisoned her. She started pumping her chest larger and larger, as

the cuff was about 3 inches away from her. Anyone watching would have seen the

impossible as her chest was growing larger and larger and grew right out of

the front of her sweatshirt, showing that she was wearing a black sports bra

that was barely hanging on. The chest muscle met the strong steel bar that was

the only thing that held her back from destroying the whole gym and the men

that held her here. She flexed even harder, then the bar began groaning as it

met something far harder and stronger than itself. After thirty seconds of

this the bar couldn’t take the pressure and cracked into two pieces.

Finally she was out of her trap and ready to do some major damage, but she

spied something out of the corner of her eye, it was a mirror and she saw her

own reflection. She was inconceivably muscular, much bigger at her height than

any male bodybuilder she had seen in the magazines, her arms were record

breakers, at 30 inches she beat the biggest woman by at least 10 inches and

the biggest man by 3 inches. She couldn’t help to get aroused by her awesome

body, but then she thought about the male bodybuilders who had imprisoned her

here and then her mind was on nothing but revenge, the bloodiest, brutalest

revenge she could think of. Then she looked back to the giant X that held her

and saw that it was indeed embedded in a thick concrete wall, which was broken

off in places because of her awesome strength. She grinned evilly as she

thought of a plan that would fix these guys for good, she didn’t want to kill

them, but they deserved torture, because of what they did to her they deserved

to be skinned alive, but she would go easy on them, because she wanted to

teach them a lesson of respecting women. She walked up to the X and grabbed it

where she thought she could bring the whole X off the wall without too much

collateral damage. She started pulling and realized that her full strength now

was not enough to dislodge the X from the wall, she didn’t stop though, she

got angrier, which seemed to be the reason she got stronger in the first

place. So she pulled and pulled, not worried about being tired out, as her

stamina had grown with her power and muscles. Finally, after five minutes of

muscle popping struggle, the X had come off the wall, leaving a ten foot by 8

foot hole in the wall. Now she was ready to go through her plan, she knew the

men in the gym would be confused about the shaking and rumbling they felt, but

they would be calm enough to be still working out. She ran to the front of the

gym, with the new strength in her legs, it took her less than 2 seconds. She

stood outside, in front of the window and proceeded to lift the huge X above

her head, weighed down with concrete and the base of it a foot thick it had to

weigh in excess of 4 tons, but she held it aloft easily. She made sure that

the men were all looking forward and seeing that this enormously muscular

asian girl was holding the huge X above her head. She smiled and winked and

without even a grunt she threw the metal and concrete X through the front

window of the gym. The men had good reaction times, and got out of the way in

time, but she didn’t plan to hurt them that way, that was pure and total

intimidation on her part, she had much more horrible and long lasting pain in

mind for them.

Diana jumped through the window and stood with her hands on her hips, flaring

her wide lats and pumping up her huge thighs. The classic superheroine pose,

she was strong enough to be a mythical hero, but so big, bigger than any man

in the gym, muscle size wise, because with all her size and density, she was

still only 5’1. She looked incredible to the men of the gym, incredibly

intimidating! She advanced on the men, intimidating them to no end with the

slow, methodical movement of her awesome legs. She knew what she wanted to do

to them, but she wanted to make them think about it, to piss their pants with

fear of how strong she could be. She gave them about a minute or so to stare

at her unbelievable body and then said "Now, you will learn that it wasn’t

wise to try and imprision me." One of the bigger guys in the gym was brave

enough to grab a 45 pound barbell and took a swing at her. She grabbed it with

one hand and held it there, not attempting to take it away from him or hurt

him. At this point she wanted the men to know that she was more powerful then

they could possibly imagine. So she just held the barbell while the big 6’4

345 pound bodybuilder pushed and pulled using both arms against her one hand.

Diana smiled at the pathetic attempts of the apparently strong, but to her,

incredibly weak man who was struggling against her. Finally she laughed and

said "Oh, I’m sorry do you want this barbell, well, you can have it." With

that she pushed him and the barbell away with the greatest of ease, making the

combined 390 pounds fly across the room at a speed that many found hard to

follow. He crashed into the concrete wall so hard that the concrete cracked,

the man was severly injured, ribs broken, skull shattered, but amazingly still

alive, although unconscious. "Anyone else wanna try me?" Three men rushed

forward at once, thinking that their combined 1,000 pounds would be enough to

force her down, but they couldn’t even move her, the men could bench at least

600 pounds a piece, but found that this 5’1 woman was much stronger than they

could ever be. Finally she tired of them pulling and pushing against her and

pushed her hands out, sending all three sliding across the floor like three

light hockey pucks. It appeared as though she was having fun, and she was

because she didn’t have to use even 1/10th of her new strength to overpower

all of them at once. Diana, tired of the fact that these men were so weak and

wimpy finally knocked all of them out with the lightest punch she could throw,

a love tap for her, but a punch that could have burst a watermelon if give the

opportunity. Then, with all of the men incapacitated, she got all five of them

together and sat them up with their backs to one another. She picked up

several steel bars and molded them together to make one 5 inch thick, 14 foot

long steel bar and bent it around her prisioners.

Diana laughed to herself as she called the police, telling them of the

attempted break in of the gym. She went on to tell them of the heroic actions

of a powerful woman who was able to stop the men and capture them. She also

told them of the fact that they had a large dungeon in their gym and had raped

and murdered many women who had frequented the gym. Obviously she kept much of

the information secret, especially who she was and how she came to know about

all this, but she did tell them this: The super powerful woman would be a

shining beacon of justice and would be wherever crime was running wild in the

city. She told them to create a signal for the heroine, like the one that was

so famous from Batman. When asked for the name of this heroine, Diana

hesitated a little to think up a name, then came up with the best one she

could think of "Her name is Power Princess, and she will make this city crime

free with her muscles of steel." The End, for now.

[Matthew Lim]

I’m not really too big a fan of teen growth, but I will give my two cents on it. I really like how you detailed out the growth including size measurments for a visual picture. The thing that I didn’t like too much was how she remained the same height. It’s just a personal preference for me, but I feel a lot better about reading a teen or preadolescent growth story if they grow to a physique that is more adult like. Something where they grow to a height of 5′ 11" or taller and grow breasts. But thats just a personal thing for me, I don’t know about the rest of this forum.

[averageguy2]

Me neither. Quit with the teen crap. Its disgusting.

[iceman75]

Ok, thanks for your input KtM, but I actually am not a fan of height growth at all, like I said in another section of this forum, being short enhances the fact that they have so much muscle and strength, so I like to keep them short in my stories. As for the age issue, I knew some would have a problem with it, so thats why I put the disclaimer out front of it, because its not for everyone, so if you did read the disclaimer and still read the story and complain later even after reading the disclaimer, then you shouldn’t have read the story, period. Averageguy, just because you feel something is wrong and disgusting, doesn’t make it bad, just read the story thinking the girl is 18+, read the writing of the story without the prejudice because the main character happens to be 14. But now I know, I will keep my other stories above the age limit.

[averageguy2]

Ok, thanks for your input KtM, but I actually am not a fan of height growth at all, like I said in another section of this forum, being short enhances the fact that they have so much muscle and strength, so I like to keep them short in my stories. As for the age issue, I knew some would have a problem with it, so thats why I put the disclaimer out front of it, because its not for everyone, so if you did read the disclaimer and still read the story and complain later even after reading the disclaimer, then you shouldn’t have read the story, period. Averageguy, just because you feel something is wrong and disgusting, doesn’t make it bad, just read the story thinking the girl is 18+, read the writing of the story without the prejudice because the main character happens to be 14. But now I know, I will keep my other stories above the age limit.

Read the story up until I saw age 14 and then posted. I personally don’t think they should be written. Thats just my opinion and I’ll express it with the same rights that you have in writing your story. Of course, I’m beginning to wonder about some of the writers who have a fixation concerning younger people, especially when you consider all the stuff floating around the news these days. In the end, I’m glad I don’t have children.

If people get offended by my point of view, can’t help you. Time to make a stand somewhere. If you don’t like getting ostracized, tough luck.

[Lingster]

My only problem with this type of underage material is that it might attract people who would post truly sexual underage material. I skimmed the story – you don’t depict sexual activities involving a minor or describe a minor’s privates, so you’re on the safe side of the law as I understand it.

The problem with enacting a total ban on underage sexual material is that it doesn’t discriminate between Judy Blume and a guy who rapes children on camera. I don’t think it’s at all unhealthy or unusual for people to imagine themselves participants in sexual fantasies in which they’re back in high school. Who among us doesn’t feel his heart skip a beat when he sees a college or high school varsity cheerleader? And we feel that way because that’s when our sexual identities were forged – it’s a visceral response.

As late as 25 or so, I was still regularly fantasizing about the girls I went to high school with. And those girls still form the ur-women, the markers, against whom I measure women I meet today. It’s the way I’m wired – probably the way most of us are wired.

As long as they doen’t involve the actual exploitation of people under 18 (images or videos), the characters have reached the sexually-activated phase of their lives (let’s say 14+, though I’d prefer 16+), and there is no explicit sexual activity or descriptions, I won’t delete stories.

And AverageGuy2, you need to take a chill pill – if this story is the worst offender here, it’s still better than middle-of-the-field at any other story site I’ve seen. We’re a clean bunch, usually.

[sheila_new_shehulk]

first of all, let me say goodjob on the story, it appears to be great, but its not one I like very much.

I’m a pretty athletic guy, I stand 6,6 weighing 220, so no matter how muscular they seem, unless they grow real tall(eagores sheila, vollar tiles Chi-Chi, etc) they seem small to me. in your story, she throws around someone just about my height, and way bigger than me muscle wize, but still the picture in my mind isnt to good. As fo rthe whole teen thing, I don’t really care if there 14 or 80, as long as that end picture is what I want. You do seem like a very good writter( I am too, but i cant right FMG stories and things like that for some odd reason) but you just dont write what appeals to me. It wasnt too bad though, because one thing i hate is when they right that the muscles get absurdly huge, on a small frame("willpower" a 3, 8 girl with biceps over 10 feet in height) but yours were big one her, but not so big u wonder how does she even move.

I dont think there’s anything wrong, because they’re lots of people out there i no like teen growth, muscle growth but no height, basicaly what you write, but the dont reply.

And by the way, im only 22, so i remembre my grade 8 class very well, expecially since im dating a girl in my grade 8 class now.

[Matthew Lim]

Me neither. Quit with the teen crap. Its disgusting.

Read the story up until I saw age 14 and then posted. I personally don’t think they should be written. Thats just my opinion and I’ll express it with the same rights that you have in writing your story. Of course, I’m beginning to wonder about some of the writers who have a fixation concerning younger people, especially when you consider all the stuff floating around the news these days. In the end, I’m glad I don’t have children.

If people get offended by my point of view, can’t help you. Time to make a stand somewhere. If you don’t like getting ostracized, tough luck.

We’re not ostracizing iceman75 for his post. Personally, I was giving him my open-minded opinion on the story along with some healthy critiques to help him develop as an author. You on the other hand are trying to flame him and discourage him for expressing himself as a literary artist. Like I said in my previous post, I’m not a big fan of teen growth, but that doesn’t mean I believe he shouldn’t post a teen story. Like the good nature this board tries to promote, I believe in the freedom of creative expression as long as long as it stays within the preset boundaries set by Lingster. His post may be on shaky ground, but yours is on even shakier grounds.

[Debido-San]

well despite all this, I enjoy reading all of your stories Iceman! I think this is one of my favorites just from the growth off of the thing she was bound to in the wall.

(not gonna post my opinion on the age matter because I might get in trouble for it lol!)

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