Big Things Come in Small Packages pt 4

Big Things Come in Small Packages - Part 4
by MagnusMagneto (MagnusMagneto23)
Commissioned by Darc013 of DeviantArt

Thanks to copious amounts of high quality protein surging through her system, Jennifer found herself growing stronger faster than ever. A mere week after Halloween, she was effortlessly curling 40 lb dumbbells and bench pressing 140 lbs – a significant increase from last week. Her legs were increasing in strength at an even faster rate than her chest, as she was able to squat 225 lbs, and perform calf raises with the same weight. Her biceps were easily up to 14” already, and were just as hard as they were last week.

Later that evening right after dinner.

“Wow Jenny, your arms are really popping out tonight! How much can you curl now?” Mary asked her daughter as Jennifer brought her empty plate to the kitchen.

“40 pounds with each arm for lots of repetitions!” Jennifer proudly responded, flexing her arm for emphasis.

Mark audibly gulped at the news of her daughter's latest strength gains. “Well, are you using proper form?”

Jennifer nodded. “Perfect form actually, according to my work out books.”

“I don't know about that. I'm pretty sure a girl can't lift weights that big without cheating on the form.” Mark replied.

“Why don't you two have a little lifting competition?” Mary suggested.

“Sounds like fun!” Jennifer piped up.

“Well, I haven't lifted weights in many years, but I may as well show you how to properly use those things so you don't hurt yourself...” Mark reasoned.

Jennifer eagerly lead her parents down to the weight room in the basement. Mark gasped out loud when he saw the 225 lbs Jennifer was previously squatting on the bench press.

“You're bench pressing 225 lbs?” Mark asked in disbelief.

“Oh, not yet daddy, I've just been using that for squats.” Jennifer explained with a slight giggle.

“Oh. Well anyways, let me show you how to properly bicep curl...” Mark grabbed a 30 lb dumbbell. “You gotta take it nice and easy like this...” It took him a good deal of effort, but Mark completed a few full curls with proper form. “Ok Jen, why don't you grab a pair of 10's and show me what you can do?”

“Why would I lift 10s?” Jennifer asked, genuinely confused as she picked up a pair of 40 lb dumbbells.

“You're going to hurt...” Mark interrupted himself as he watched his daughter effortlessly repeat the same motions he performed but with even more finesse.

“10... 11...” Jennifer continued counting. She kept going and going. “21... 22...” She finally stopped herself. “These have gotten too easy.” Jennifer daintily placed the weights on the ground.

“So what were you saying again dad?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

“Well.. umm.” Mark was at a complete loss for words.

“Why don't you try the heavier dumbbells dear? The 50s! Those are our heaviest ones.” Mary excitedly asked her daughter.

Jennifer eagerly accepted the task and grabbed the 50 pounders. It was more difficult than the 40 pound dumbbells, but she managed to complete 9 full repetitions with each arm. “Wow, I'm even stronger than I thought!” Jennifer exclaimed. “Can we get some heavier dumbbells?” she asked, giving classic puppy eyes to back up her request.

“Well..” Mark began, but was immediately interrupted by his wife

“Of course!” Mary exclaimed. “We'll order them tomorrow! But for now let's get you another protein shake!” Mary said, leading her joyous daughter and embarrassed husband up to the kitchen.

As Jennifer greedily gulped down her shake, Mark decided to try to save face. “Remember Jennifer, physical strength isn't everything. Intelligence is very important too. Even if you can lift more than your old man, you've got quite a few years before you'll begin to match me in smarts.” He explained in typical father to daughter lecture fashion.

“Oh yeah? Why don't you prove it? Jennifer's been reading all sorts of books nonstop lately. In fact I'm not sure what's growing faster, her body or her brain!” Mary excitedly stated.

“Well, how would we test intelligence?” Mark asked.

“Easy, play chess. It's supposedly one of your strong points, mister former high school captain of the chess team.” Mary responded.

“Do you even know how to play chess?” Mark asked her daughter.

Jennifer shook her head and gulped down her current mouthful of shake. “Nope, but I'm a fast learner!” she eagerly responded.

“Mary, beating someone who has never played chess before isn't exactly a test of wits..” Mark said.

“Nonsense, just teach her the rules and play a best two out of three. How does that sound Jenny?” Mary inquired.

“Sounds good!” Jennifer responded.

Mark sighed and started to set up the chess board. He carefully explained what each piece did and how the game functioned. Jennifer intently listened and immediately understood how to play. The two began and soon found themselves at a standstill. Mark played extremely aggressively and Jennifer quickly stopped his every advance. As the turns marched on, Mark's army was slowly deteriorating. Jennifer had figured out how to punish each offensive play of his by taking away a piece at no expense to her own. After a long, hard battle, Jennifer finally declared “Checkmate!” with a big grin on her face.

Mark went over all of the possible moves and was dumbfounded to see that his daughter was correct. “Beginner's luck.” he coldly stated and reset the board.

The second time around Jennifer began to implement the offensive plays she watched her father use, except he was unable to retaliate in the way that she was. Within 15 minutes or so, she had completely dominated her father, cheerfully exclaiming “checkmate!” again.

“One more!” Mark growled, resetting the board again. Jennifer had formulated the best possible opening moves against her father's play style, and put him into checkmate after four short turns.

“Give up?” she asked grinning wildly. Mary was cheering loudly for her daughter.

“Yeah, you win.” Mark begrudgingly admitted before leaving the table.

That evening Mary ordered 60, 70, 80, 90 and 100 pound dumbbells for her daughter. By the time they arrived a few days later, Jennifer had already outgrown the 50's and eagerly started using the 60's. Jennifer felt a euphoric joy as she curled the newly minted 60 pound dumbbells. This signified that her arms were now twice as strong as her own father's, and undoubtedly stronger than any of the other students at her middle school. While she performed every dumbbell related exercise known to man, thoroughly working every inch of her upper body, Jennifer day dreamed of becoming stronger than anyone at Central High School, then Central University, and eventually the world.

Jennifer's body and mind steadily continued to grow more powerful with each passing day. Her ability to absorb and process information seemed to be increasing as she was now able to finish an entire school textbook over the course of a few days, constantly expanding her knowledge of all things. Her muscles also seemed to be growing at an ever greater rate. Each passing day she added more and more weight to every exercise, and her muscles constantly grew to meet the task.

By mid November Jennifer had finally exceeded 225 pounds on the bench press and could squat 330 pounds. She started incorporating a wider variety of dumbbell exercises, causing her shoulders, lats, triceps and traps to really fill out. Her newly formed baseball sized deltoids, menacingly pronounced traps, and chiseled lats caused the tops her recently purchased dresses to stretch to their limits; luckily Mary was able to tailor them to be a tad wider. While her arms had been noticeably buff for the past month or so, they were now constantly bulging with power; biceps that constantly popped out were opposite mini horseshoe shaped triceps.

The next week granted Jennifer even more growth. Every day she was adding over 10 pounds to both her bench press and squat maxes. Every day her muscles were ever-so-slightly visibly larger than the previous day. Every day Jennifer consumed more protein powder to fuel her impressive physique. Not only were Jennifer's muscles growing, but her breasts were too. By the week's end she was wearing D-cup bras, an entire size larger than her mother's; of course the massive 42” chest beneath her breasts made her mother look downright puny in comparison.

A few days later, Thanksgiving afternoon:

“Jeeze Jenny, is that really you?” Jerry asked as he walked through the door, his eyes practically bugging out of his head. He hadn't seen his sister since he left for college at the end of summer.

“Of course it is!” Jennifer replied grinning ear to ear, giving her brother a big hug. “You feel so light now!” she enthusiastically stated, effortlessly lifting her brother off of the ground, despite him being well over a foot taller than her.

“Wow...” was all he could reply. “Mom said you grew, but this is nuts! Color me impressed.” he smiled warmly.

“Yeah, yeah, Jenny's a big girl now, but you've still got the muscles of the family, right Jerry?” Mark asked rhetorically, placing his hand on his son's shoulder.

“I dunno dad...” Jerry replied.

“Well go on, show your little sister what a MAN's muscles are like.” Mark urged his son. “Show her that even though she's got some big arms, they aren't actually guns. You've got Glocks and she's got water pistols.”

Jerry gulped and flexed his arm. A solid, powerfully built bicep rose up. He definitely had pretty big biceps for a guy, and it was more than enough muscle to attract girls at school.

“Come on Mary, take out that tape-measure of yours you love so much and measure up your son's arm. Looks like he's been working out a bit at college.” Mark insisted.

Mary rolled her eyes and measured her son's arm. “Fifteen and a half inches, looks like you did grow a bit.”

“Go on Jenny, have a feel of what real muscle is like. Squeeze your brother's arm.” Mark prodded.

Jennifer reached up and put both of her hands around her brother's flexed bicep. She proceeded to clamped down, and the muscle effortlessly yielded like putty between her fingers. Jerry let out a cry of pain. Jennifer giggled and let go. “Your arm used to seem so big and hard to me Jerry... Remember when I would squeeze and squeeze forever just trying to dent it? Now it feels like cute and squishy, like a stuffed animal... no offense.”

“Welp, looks like dad was wrong.” Jerry admitted, embarrassed with his father's actions.

“Go on Jenny, show your brother, and your father what a WOMAN's muscle is like.” Mary encouraged her daughter.

Jennifer grinned widely and flexed both of her arms. Two cannonballs of pure power rose in unison.

“Go on boys, just try to dent those things.” Mary taunted.

Both Jerry and Mark pressed down with all of their might on Jennifer's right bicep, but they failed to dent it whatsoever. While they continued to try to dent Jennifer's arm, Mary took the tape measure and checked the size of the muscle they were pressing against. “17.5 inches boys. I guess if Jerry's got Glocks, then Jenny's got Shotguns.”

Jennifer started to relax and re-flex her arms. With each repetition, Jerry and Mark could feel her arm growing bigger and harder. After about a dozen motions, her arm seemed to cease growing. Mary remeasured “18 inches! Good work Jenny! Looks like you upgraded to Assault Rifles!”

Jennifer let out a giggle and the two men gave up. “I can't wait to upgrade to nukes!” she exclaimed with a mischievous smile. “Speaking of which, I need more weight for the squat rack... I've maxed out the 500 pounds!” she exclaimed, emphasizing her 30” thighs and 17” calves.

“Oh, I'm sure the boys here won't mind if we get you a membership to the local gym.” Mary explained with a smile.

A month ago, Mark would have explained how such a place was too dangerous for a 10 year old girl. Today however, he wasn't even going to bother.

The next day at school:

After her humiliating defeat a couple months back, Elizabeth White had been pressuring her boyfriend to put Jennifer in her place. She knew that John wouldn't be able to outsmart Jennifer, but surely he could take her ego down a peg by displaying his superior strength. John wasn't very keen on physically outdoing a 10 year old girl, after all, it just wasn't fair for her... but after weeks of Elizabeth's hounding, he decided to finally make a move.

John Black decided that in celebration of Thanksgiving just passing, he'd let the kids have a bit of fun by setting up an arm-wrestling tournament for that day's gym class. The winner would be allowed the honor of arm-wrestle him, the big, buff gym teacher. John figured that Jennifer would probably end up losing to a boy, and even if she won, he'd simply beat her in an arm-wrestle. This way he wasn't overtly challenging the girl, but she'd still be bested one way or another.

Before he knew it, Jennifer had demolished every other student. It wasn't even a contest, nobody even came close. John knew the girl was big, but he had no idea she was possibly this strong. No matter.

The two sat at opposite ends of the table, face to face. Having always looked down on her due to their height difference, John never noticed just how... big... Jennifer was. As they clasped hands, he realized just how outclassed he was. Her shoulders were like candlepin bowling balls, while his were like oranges. Her 15” forearms easily had two inches on his own, and looked much more defined. Even her trapezius muscles were bigger than his.

They started to apply some pressure before fully starting, causing both of their biceps to swell up. Jennifer only had a one inch lead over John, but they both could tell just from looking that Jennifer's bicep was much, much harder. Within a few moments of starting, Jennifer easily put him down, grinning immensely at her victory. John congratulated her and tried to downplay the whole scene before it became the talk of the school. Despite his efforts, it did, and it was now undeniable that Jennifer was the strongest person in the entire school.

To be continued.

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