You Call That a Muscle
Small Girl, Big Muscle
By GBM


"You call that a muscle?"

Having just flexed my massive biceps in front of the mirror after a tough set
of preacher curls, the last thing I was expecting was someone giving me a hard
time. I was the biggest guy in the gym, with the biggest biceps in the city,
maybe even the state. At 32 inches of pumped up power, they looked awesome.
For someone to suggest otherwise was either very brave, or very stupid. The
oddest thing about the comment was that it sounded like it came from a little
girl.

Raising my eyebrow in a classic Rock face I turned to face the unwise person.
To my surprise, it was a little girl. Walking up toward me, she couldn’t have
been more than seven or eight. Stopping only a few feet away she looked at me
and smiled. Standing about 3 and half feet tall, she was very pretty, with
long black hair and a slight olive complexion. This little girl looked like a
miniature version of Rachel McLish in her prime. She had on a bright yellow
tank top, orange shorts and yellow flip flops.

Flexing my right bicep hard, I looked down at her. "Yes, little girl, I do
call this a muscle. This is a very big muscle. Now why don’t you run along and
go play with your Barbie’s and leave the weight lifting to the men."

Her smile dropped a little, but did not disappear. Looking at my arm, she then
took a look at the weight I was using. "You may think that muscle is pretty
big, but you’re still wrong. I’ll bet mine is much bigger."

At this point I had to laugh. "Is that all its going to take to get rid of
you? Well I happen to have a tape measurer right here." Reaching over to my
towel, I pulled it out and rapped it around my arm and flexed. The tape
measured 32 inches, just like I knew it would. "OK, mine measures 32 inches."
I bent down to show the girl. She looked over at it and nodded. "All right
let’s measure your mighty bicep." I reached over with the tape, but she put
her hand up.

"No, wait, you’re all pumped up and I’m not. That’s not fair."

I sighed. "OK, I’ll give you one minute to pump up your huge arms."

Nodding her head in agreement, she went over to my weight. "Hey little girl,
that weight is 200 pounds, I think you better find something else."

"No, this weight is OK, I just need a little weight to get pumped."

Little weight? Who was she kidding? I walked over to the bar with her to see
what she had in mind. There was no way this little girl could curl that
weight, much less even move it. She walked over to the seat and stood on it
reaching her body over the preacher cushion in order to grab the weight.
Holding on to the weight she rested her arms on the bench and set herself. She
then did something I would have thought was impossible. She slowly began
curling the weight! This little girl, who couldn’t have weighed more than 85
pounds was curling a 200 pound barbell, and for multiple repetitions! If I
hadn’t put the weights on myself, I would have thought it was a joke. After 20
reps she put the weight down, jumped off the seat and came back over to me. I
was standing there slack jawed.

"There, that ought to get things going," the little girl said with another
beautiful smile.

Shaking my head to come back to reality I looked over at her. "I’m not sure
how you did that, but let’s measure your strong, but little biceps and move on
with our lives. Now flex for me."

Moving her hips back and forth a few times like Britney Spears, she flexed her
biceps and for the second time in as many minutes I was shocked. From formerly
frail arms swelled forth two very impressive biceps. Now not only did she look
like Rachel McLish, but she was sporting biceps that were proportional in size
to Rachel’s as well. They were thick and full and had a density that only
comes with years of lifting. She even had a visible split and a nice peak.

However, while all of this was very impressive, her arms were still small when
compared to my massive limbs. Reaching over with the tape I placed it around
her right arm. "10 inches. I’m sure that this is very impressive for a 7 year
old girl, but that is less than one third of my arm, so I guess it’s time for
you to go."

"Oh, I’m just getting started. Now that I’ve pumped up, I just need to keep
pumping. I’ll let you know when I’m done." With that she held her right arm
out and started pumping her arm very slowly as though she was curling an
imaginary weight.

I stood back up and watched. I was soon surprised a third time as the pretty
little bicep began to swell and grow. Her tricep also expanded, creating a
perfectly shaped muscular arm. Each time she pumped her arm a little more
muscle mass was added. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. After
about 10 pumps I asked her if I could measure her bicep again.

"Sure, but don’t think I’m done. Because I’m not."

Nodding my head like a little schoolboy, I rapped the tape around her engorged
bicep again. "It’s now almost 14 inches!" I had to look again. Her bicep was
continuing to expand. Her arm was incredible. It now looked better than Rachel
McLish in her prime, and forget about proportion, this was the arm of woman
bodybuilder.

"Are you done? I’m just starting to pick up steam!"

I backed away and blinked as though I was exiting a dream. Picking up steam?
She had to be kidding. Her arm already looked out of place on her small body.
But then I looked at the rest of her body. I blinked again. The rest of her
body looked bigger also. Not as big as her arm, but a little bigger. I shook
my head and stared back at her bicep. She was back to performing her curls,
but was now holding the pump longer after each curl, milking more muscle into
her already oversized arm. I looked around. Was this some sort of practical
joke? A new version of Hidden Camera? If it was, the special effects were
incredible. Looking back at her ever-expanding arm I opened my eyes wide. Her
arm looked to be approaching 20 inches. Seeing my reaction, the little girl
held the flex longer, looked over at me and smiled.

"Pretty cool, huh? Want to take another measurement? I need to take my top off
anyway."

Before I could say anything she quickly pealed off her top. I snickered
silently as I saw that she had big Band-Aids over her nipples. There of course
was no need, but it seemed like she knew that something was going to happen.
Tossing the top to the ground behind her, she flexed her right arm again and
held the pump. A single vein crossed the full grapefruit sized bicep. As I was
rapping the tape around her arm the damn thing looked like it expanding that
second! Pulling the tape tight I found my early predictions were right, it was
20 inches, and expanding. As I pulled the tape tight I noticed that her muscle
had no give, it seemed harder than it should, harder than any muscle should.

"OK, now I’ve got a good start, I need to keep it up!"

As I pulled away again, she once again picked up the pace, now alternating her
arm flexing, first the left and then the right. Each arm grew at the same
impossible pace, pushing past 20 inches as though it were a speed bump. At
this point I realized why she removed her top. As I had guessed earlier, the
rest of her body was expanding with muscle. By rocking back on her heals, she
was turning the thin, little girl legs into those better fit on a world class
bodybuilder. Her calves expanded magnificently, her thighs pushed out with the
rhythm of her rocking, looking thick and powerful. Her little tummy pushed out
and pulled back in with her breathing, transforming from flat and small to
thick and ripped. A small six pack was soon replaced with more abdominal
muscles than the anatomy chart posted by the ab machines. I continued to look
up her small frame and noticed that she’s looking directly at me again and
smiling. Noticing that I stopped on her chest, she started taking deeper
breaths while continuing her rocking and pumping. Once again I shook my head
as though that would cause my brain to make any sense of all of this. Her flat
chest began to expand with every breath, layering thick slabs of pectoral
muscle under her skin. Now giggling a little, she continued to add mass to her
thick chest and then laughed as she started performing a pec bounce in rhythm
with the rest of her routine. This was beyond unreal. As I started to become
mesmerized with her expanding bouncing chest her eyes pulled me back to her
biceps. Looking at them myself I now realized that they are almost at her eye
level!

I spat out a quick "Holy shit!" I was so taken by the rest of her expansion
that I had almost forgotten the biggest muscle of all on her small (ha!) body.
Knowing I was in awe once again, she held her right arm flexed and looked back
at me.

"Want to measure me again?"

I was no longer so sure I did. She seemed happy enough and I still towered
over her, but her muscles were expanding to the size of a serious bodybuilder,
and her arms looked way out of place for any normal human. Yet her arm somehow
seemed to blend naturally into her body and her beautiful face held no malice.
As she held the flex, I was almost trembling pulling the tape around her arm.
It looked like someone stuffed a football in there. Her tricep was full and
hung half way down her bulging chest. Her bicep towered above the plain of her
arm. It was big and thick and at the same level as her fist! I pulled the tape
tight. I swallowed hard.

"32 inches."

"What was that?"

I couldn’t believe it. In a matter of minutes this little girl had shattered
my world. I was the biggest and strongest. Nobody could match my size and
power. Now I was bested not by another big man, but by a beautiful 7 year old
girl under four feet tall who must have found a magic genie and wished for
huge muscles.

"I said 32 inches. The same as mine."

"Oh, OK, but your muscles aren’t very big. But mine soon will be."

With that she went back to pumping her right arm slowly, pushing more muscle
into her arm with each pump. As she brought her thick forearm (when did her
forearms get so thick?) up for each pump, it collided with the mountainous
bicep with a thwack, as there was now too much muscle to allow her fist to go
past vertical. Her arm continued to expand in every direction, looking for
more room to grow. It now looked like a bowling ball was resting under her
skin. The sight was incredible. With very little space left to expand around,
the bicep continued to rise upward. It was now growing up past her head. She
now had to look up to see the peak! Stopping once again, she looked over at
me.

"Ready for another measurement?"

"I, uh, what’s the point, you muscle is now bigger than mine."

"Oh, come on, don’t you want to see how big it is? Don’t you want to feel how
hard it is? It’s really hard." She then winked at me.

I couldn’t believe it, she was now playing with me. I felt like I was three
years old. Mumbling "OK", I pulled the tape around the huge mass of little
girl muscle. I choked again. The tape read 51 inches. This little girl was
only about 39 inches tall. The circumference of her right arm was now 12
inches, one whole foot, bigger than her height! That kind of ratio just can’t
happen.

"How big is it?"

"51 inches."

"Cool, now go ahead and feel it, you know you want to."

I coughed. The little girl voice and smile was no longer matching the words.
Did she really know what she was saying? Maybe she was just really proud of
possessing the largest, most muscular arm in the free world.

So I reached out and placed my rough hand on the top of her bicep and
squeezed. I might as well have tried to squeeze a 50-pound plate. There was no
give! It was soft, warm and impossibly hard. Letting go I brought my hands on
either side of the colossal bicep and pushed with all my might. I’ve never
tried to crush marble, and probably couldn’t, but I’d have better luck doing
that than trying to put a dent into this monstrous mass of muscle. Finally
giving up, I quit pushing before I strained something. I backed up once again
and looked down at the little dynamo.

"Pretty hard huh?" Smiling at me once again, she looked over at her pumped up
arm and in a sing song voice. "Hi-ho, hi-ho its back to work I go."

And just like that she was back pumping her arm, holding it at the top of each
flex, thwacking her forearm and continuing to push it upward. I was getting
light headed. How big did she plan to go? How big could she get? Rocking back
and forth again her hips moved to the muscle pumping rhythm. Her other muscles
continued to expand too. I could now see her back expanding outward from her
front. Her lats had to be huge! Her calves could also be seen from her front.
Her thighs were huge masses of throbbing beef. Her chest was striated with
layer after layer of thick muscle, each side pushing outward and touching her
chin as she continued to flex them one at a time in her now hypnotic rhythm.

But all of these muscles paled in comparison to the next two wonders of the
world, her gargantuan arms. They never stopped expanding! The bowling ball
under her arm had now produced a mate! Her large shoulder was pressed upward
by the expanding bicep mass and almost touched her ear. Judging by the size
and density, I’m guessing that each arm probably weighed as much as she did
when she first walked in here.

And still it kept growing. She was having a harder time seeing the peak! It
had to be over 60 inches. Over 5 feet of unparalleled little girl size and
power. She was really into it now. She had to be adding an inch of rock hard,
hell, diamond hard, muscle to her arm with every flex.

Sway, sway, rock, rock, thwack, thwack. She kept it up until her bicep was
approaching two feet tall. Holding the huge mass for a moment, she looked over
at me once again.

"Ready for another measurement?"

"What, huh, oh sure." Boy that came out well. I was now a blathering idiot.
From muscle god to muscle head. Taken down by a miniature Rachel McLish. Maybe
it was karma. The first world wide popular female bodybuilder was now
channeling herself into little girls to show all of the men who put her down
that females really did have power and could make muscles bigger than any man
on earth. Well, she sure succeeded with this little girl.

Reaching around her arm was no longer an easy feat. As I pulled it around I
realized something. I was reaching the end of my six foot long tape. My God,
her arm was now almost six feet around. Looking at the numbers I stuttered,
"It’s-s-seventy inches, and I only have two inches of tape left."

"OK, just hold it for a moment longer."

With that she flexed hard and once again the mass pushed upward. The tape
stretched the last two inches in a matter of moments. "OK, it now 72 inches.
It’s 6 feet around." I was six feet tall. This whole thing must be a dream.
Letting the tape drop to the ground, I stood up again.

She was now beaming and brought up the other arm, which quickly expanded to
match her right arm. The twin towers had returned, and they sat on the arms of
a little girl.

Looking up as high as she could to see the top of her arm, she smiled and
looked back at me.

"Now that’s a muscle!"