Michele
By The Collector
A pretty girl’s strength or Mark meets Michele’s muscles

Copyright 1999 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  Send comments to
ChuckSt35@aol.com


The first day at my new high school, I was walking with Jerry; my new next door neighbor.  He 
said we had to stop by Michele’s house and pick her up.  I hadn’t met her yet, but at least her 
name sounded nice.  And Jerry said she was pretty.

We rang the bell to Michele’s house.

“Hi guys!” she said, opening the door, stepping out, and then closing it behind her.  She was 
gorgeous, a cute blue-eyed blonde, about 5’4”, wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and a long sleeved 
pink sweater, that clung to her too tightly.

“Hi Michele…this is Mark.”  We shook hands, and I immediately realized she had a grip a little 
stronger than I would expect for a girl, especially one as pretty as she was.  She had long blonde 
hair and the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen.  She smiled like she knew me already, like I was 
already her friend.

“Hi Mark!”

“Hi Michele…nice to meet you” I said shaking my hand, which Jerry clearly saw.

“She didn’t mean to hurt you Mark…she’s just really strong…she can’t help it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mark…I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s OK…just not used to girls being that strong…not as strong as you anyway.”

“That’s just it Mark.  Nobody’s as strong as her…not even the guys.”

“Jerry…quit it…you’re embarrassing me.”  Michele blushed, genuinely.

“Well, it’s true Michele…isn’t it?”

“Yes…but it’s still embarrassing.”  She was looking straight at me as she spoke.

“You should see her muscles too mark…Hey Tommy!”  Jerry had called and ran to an old friend, 
leaving Michele and I alone.

Michele and I walked alone, making idle conversation, but I couldn’t help but think of when she 
shook my hand, and the strength I felt in hers.  I thought Mark was exaggerating just a bit.  I’d 
known a few girls that were stronger than I was, and even a few that had muscles bigger than 
mine.  I was probably a bit odd, but I thought strong girls were sexy, and if they had muscles, 
even sexier.

“Hey…Michele…are you really, you know, really strong…I mean, like stronger than guys too?”

“Well, everybody tells me how strong I am…even the people at daddy’s gym…I think I surprise 
them sometimes.”

“How come…what’d you do?”

“Daddy took me there one time, I think I was 11 or so, and everyone was arm wrestling.  Even 
Daddy was, but he lost to this big girl there.  Anyway, I said I wanted to try since I knew I could 
beat Daddy.  I wrestled a couple of the girls and beat them pretty easy…and then the bigger 
girls…and they were pretty easy too.”

“Then what’d you do?”

“Daddy didn’t want me to wrestle with the guys, but I begged him and he finally let me.”

“And what happened?”

“A small guy said he’d armwrestle me.  It was even cute when he said he wouldn’t hurt me.  But I 
beat him.”

“Wow…cool.   “Did you beat any other guys?”

“Yes…I beat them all…even the big muscle guys.  They couldn’t believe a girl could be so 
strong.”

“Wow Michele, I think it’s cool you’re so strong.”

She blushed as though not knowing what to say.  We were on the last block, the school straight 
ahead.

“Can you show me something sometime…like how strong you are?”

“Maybe…after school…if you walk me home.”  She smiled at me, than ran for the school 
entrance.  She turned back, smiled and waved, then went inside.

I couldn’t concentrate all day.  All I thought about was Michele, and her pretty blue eyes…and her 
strength.  She looked too pretty to be that strong, which made her all the prettier.  And what if she 
had muscles?  I wanted to talk to her even more, see her…maybe she’d even make a muscle for 
me!

I went through the day making new friends, and even saw Michele a couple times.  Our eyes 
caught each other’s and she smiled, turning me to jelly.  I couldn’t wait for the day to end.  At the 
last bell, I ran outside as fast as I could, hoping to catch her before she left for home.

A rush of people came out the door.  I looked and looked, then she finally appeared.  She looked 
around the exit, finally catching my eye, as though she were looking for me.  A smile came to her 
face as she ran towards me, stopping just short of me.

“Hi!” she said, a bright smile on her face.

“Hi…am I glad to see you.”

“Me too” as she looked away.

We started walking, not saying much to each other, just catching an occasional glance.  We 
reached the third street and she turned quickly to the right, grabbing my hand and pulling me with 
her.

“Where we going?”

“You’ll see,” she said dragging me with her.

We went two blocks, and then she pushed a tall wooden gate open into an auto junkyard.

“I come by here once a week” she said.  “Daddy’s good friends with the owner and he likes me to 
stop by…and it helps me keep my strength up too.”  She looked at me wistfully, as though telling 
me a secret she told no one else.

“Hey Princess!” a tall burly man yelled to her.

She ran up to him and they embraced, her small body almost lost in the much taller man.  Clearly, 
they knew each other well.

“I don’t have much time Henry…maybe we’d better hurry.”  I wasn’t sure what she were talking 
about.

They walked into a small building, to which I quickly followed.  

I walked in and found them engaged in idle conversation, Henry clearing off a table.  There were 
numerous plaques on the wall with Henry’s name…arm wrestling plaques…trophies...it seemed 
his life’s achievements.  It figured…up close Henry was huge…I’d guess 6’6” and close to 300 
pounds.

“Hello young man…call me Henry” he acknowledged me, reaching his hand out.  I held mine out 
and his hand swallowed mine.

“Hi…I’m Mark.”

“Mark’s a friend of mine from school Henry.” said Michele.

“Well, a friend of Michele’s is a friend of mine…have a seat Mark.”  Henry finished clearing off the 
table and sat down.  Michele sat down across from him while I sat at the end.

“You sure have a lot of arm wrestling trophies Henry,” I said.

“I’ve won just about everything there is to win young man…and beaten just about everyone.  
Michele comes here every week for lessons don’t you Princess?”  He smiled at her as he raised 
his arm to the table.

“OK, honey, let’s see what you can do.”

Michele placed her arm on the table and locked hers with Henry’s.  When I thought they were 
ready, Henry suprisingly put his other hand up, holding Michele’s little hand in both of his.

“Huh…?” I muttered.

Michele looked at me and smiled.

“You count to three young man,” Henry said.

“One…two…three.”

They held each other firmly, Henry staring at Michele…Michele looking back and forth between 
Henry and I.  Their arms didn’t move, but their faces became a little tense, especially Henry’s.  
After 30 seconds, nothing had happened.

“C’mon Henry” Michele chided, “I know you’re stronger than that.”

“I’m tryin’ Princess.”  Henry started exerting himself more…the veins in his muscular arms 
showing themselves.  It didn’t seem to bother Michele though, as she still looked calm…holding 
both of Henry’s arms at bay with hers.

Henry started to sweat…small beads running down his forehead…his arms beginning to 
shake.he closed his eyes and looked down at the table…he was breathing heavier…using all his 
considerable strength to try and push her.  But Michele hadn’t wavered.  She was calm and 
looked at Henry sweetly as though she knew no matter how hard the strong man tried, he was no 
match for her superior strength.

I noticed a rise in Michele’s sweater…she had muscles too…she had muscles!  She started 
moving her arm…pushing Henry’s downward slowly…seemingly unstoppable.

“N-no…Princess…” Henry was pushing with all his might.

“I’m sorry Henry…but you know I’m stronger,” she said.  Then she slowly, deliberately…looking 
Henry in the eyes…pushed both his arms to the table.  Henry cried out softly as she pinned him, 
clearly exhausted.  Michele had sapped his strength from him.

He looked at her, his breathing labored, and smiled.

“No need to be sorry Princess.  I still can’t get over you being so strong and so pretty.”

“Wow…how…how’d you do that Michele?”

“I don’t know…I just did it.”

“You didn’t know about Michele did you Mark?”

“N…no…I heard she was strong…but not like that.”

“Well, her daddy brought her in here when she was…oh…about 12 years old…said she was 
stronger than anyone he ever knew.  I couldn’t believe it but we sat down right here and she beat 
me like I was a little boy.  Then she did the durndest thing.  She rolled up her sleeve and I never 
saw a muscle on a little girl like her.  Biggest muscle I ever saw on a girl.”

“M-Michele…you have muscles…too?”  She looked at me and smiled.

“I think we have to be going Henry.” She announced.

“I got work to do too honey…you be sure and stop by next week, huh?”

“I promise Henry.”  The embraced and she gave him a kiss, then we left.  Henry saw us out and 
as we exited the gate, Michele turned and waved to him.

We walked in silence for the next block.  She let me take her hand as we walked.  It felt soft, 
tender, but I knew it was stronger than anything I’d ever touched.  We turned the corner, walked 
two more blocks and approached the city park.

“Wanna see something neat?” she asked.

“Whaddya mean?” I asked.

“Something…really strong?”

“Wow…yes!”

“Cool!” she exclaimed.  She started running towards the monkey bars with me in tow.  She 
stopped under the bars and quickly jumped up, grabbing one of the rungs with her right hand.  I 
couldn’t jump like that!

She held herself there, then reached down with her left hand, and placed two fingers under my 
chin. I felt my feet leave the ground as my head stiffened and she lifted me up easily, bringing me 
to eye level with her.  She saw the look in my eyes immediately.

“It’s OK…I won’t drop you.”

As she lifted me, I caught sight of the sleeve in her sweater again.  It was another bulge in her 
arm as she lifted me, so easily.  I reached my hand up, and touched the growing mass of her 
strength.  Her sweater was soft, but when I touched her arm, it was like steel, growing, round and 
hard.

“M-Michele…I didn’t know a girl could be this strong…and your muscles…they’re so big!”

“Watch this” she said.

Her right arm bent as she starting pulling us both up towards the bars…effortlessly.  As she 
pulled us up, the muscle in her right arm began to grow…bigger than the other one…as she lifted 
us up and down; her bicep moved up and down…her strong pretty muscle teasing me.  I grabbed 
it and felt it growing in my hand, then relaxing, then growing again.  She smiled at me, enjoying 
my admiration of her as much as I was.

“So…do you like my strength Mark?”

I was getting uncontrollably aroused.

“Y-yes” I said, then quickly turned my head and fell to the ground.  She dropped beside me, and I 
turned away from her to hide my embarrassment.

“What’s the matter Mark?”

“Uh…nothing” I calmed down, then turned back to face her. “It’s just…. Well…it’s your 
muscles…and you’re so strong…and I like it…I really want to see your muscles.”

She took my hand and led me to a bench, then sat me down.  She placed her legs to either side 
of me and sat on my lap.  Her pretty eyes looked down at me; her sweet smell caressed me.  Her 
small breasts and gentle curves looked so feminine…more feminine than I would have expected 
on a strong girl.

“You really want to see my muscles?”

“Y-yes…please.”

“You’ll have to roll my sleeves up,” she said smiling at me.

I slid up each sleeve slowly, my fingers touching her soft skin.  As they rolled up past her biceps, 
the looked no larger than any other girl’s.  I pushed the sleeves up as high as I could, and her 
sleeves bunched at the top.

She spread her small arms out to either side and made fists that looked lethal, yet so feminine.    I 
placed my fingers on her forearms and felt them tense, hard to the touch.

“Here come my muscles Mark.” She said smiling.  She curled her arms and her biceps started to 
rise.  First little bumps, then they started moving straight up, lifting off her arms easily…getting 
bigger and bigger with each little movement.

I reached up and squeezed them softly.

“Squeeze them hard Mark...see if you can stop them from growing.”

I squeezed harder…as hard as I could…but her arms grew further.

“They’re…too strong Michele.”

“You like my strong muscles Mark?”

“Yes…make ‘em bigger Michele.”  She smiled broadly…then her arms tightened further.

“Now watch my strength” she said.

She curled further and her biceps jumped!  Her muscles pushed my hands off them…to big for 
me to hold, and my hands were left resting on top of them.  Her fists came up and my hands were 
resting between her biceps and her fists!  I couldn’t move them!

“I have you don’t I?” she said.

“Y-yes.”

“Know what that means?”

“N-no…what?”

“It means…I won’t let you go…until you kiss me.”

She moved her pretty face slowly close to mine.  My eyes closed as her lips got closer and I felt a 
sudden tinge as her soft lips met mine.  We held there for only a few seconds, then she pulled 
back.  We were both embarrassed.  She got up and took my hand and we started walking the rest 
of the way home.

I placed my arm around her and looked into her eyes, then she looked at me.

“Would you mind having a girlfriend that’s as strong as me…and has big strong muscles like 
mine?” she asked.  She squeezed my hand a little tighter.  I grimaced, then smiled at her and she 
knew she had me.