The name is Steve Morris and this is my sorry tale. I was brought up by my mum, Julie. My dad, her cousin, Scott is hardly ever around and when he is, he usually leaves after stealing our money. He’s a whiny four-eyed git and I can’t stand him. However he did give me one good piece of advice when I once complained that he never gave me any pocket money. “I ain’t a bank” he said “If you want pocket money scrounge it off the weaker kids. That’s what I did when I was at school”. That served me well, unlike dad, who is a bit of a weed, I’m a 6 foot 215 pound muscular sporty type. That means most kids are weaker than me, however I find the younger ones less hassle and easy prey. In fact the main reason I stayed on at school as a caretaker was because I liked collecting my taxes from the kids to supplement my minimum wage. I’m 31 now and I enjoy the look of terror on the kid’s faces as I take their money. No, I didn’t feel bad about it. It’s only natural for the strong to pick on the poor, I see it everyday on the news. You only have to look at how our ruling class keep crushing the working classes while allowing the bankers to get away with it.

Most of the teachers around here are on the make as well and daren’t kick me out. You get to see a lot of girls developing into real hotties, some become real jail-bait real early and some of them know it and flaunt it. I’m very careful when it comes to that. Not that I’m not attracted but I play it safe. However I know plenty of the staff, both male and female, who act like kids in a sweet shop. I have the photos, names and dates ready to go to The Police if need be.

One fateful day, I saw this scrawny little girl that I hadn’t seen before behind the classrooms during break. So I went over and loomed over her menacingly, which is easy to do when you’re built like me. The girl didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. She was barely 5 foot if that with quite a cute fresh face that still bore a childish look. There was a stubby little nose, chubby cheeks, big green eyes and a small mouth with thick natural botox looking lips. Long strawberry-blonde hair framed her roundish face. She didn’t look like one of those mouthy estate kids but a nice kid from a good home. A regulation white blouse draped over a thin scrawny figure with the school tie neatly tied. Below this was a short grey pleated skirt with white socks and sensible black shoes. I didn’t linger on her thin bare legs. That was a mistake. All I saw was fresh meat. “I’m Steve, the caretaker. You’re new here. This is how it works. You give me half your dinner money each day as tax and you don’t get pounded” I told her. “I’ll even protect you from the bullies at no extra charge”.

The girl didn’t seem in the slightest bit intimated. She just looked up me with a bored expression on her youthful face and said “I’m Elle and here’s how it works”. Her voice was soft and sweet, her large green eyes brilliant and penetrating. “You will go away and leave me alone or I will break you badly”. I’ve met cocky kids before who thought they were tough but she didn’t look one of them. “Are you a black belt in kung turkey or something cos that’s the only way a scrawny little brat like you would be saved from a pounding” I cried. Her skinny figure made me confident she wasn’t and I knew to avoid those types. She clearly wasn’t one of those athletic types or a gymnast or swimmer with thick strong muscles which I avoided too. No, she was just a scrawny little brat heading for a beating. Still she didn’t look scared or the slightest bit nervous.

Without saying a word she walked over to the corner of the building, close to my workshop. That’s when I saw that the back of her slim bare legs were shiny. Was that muscle tone? No, I must be mistaken, she was too scrawny to be an athlete. Yet her calves seemed to stretch her socks into thick shapely swells. I didn’t get time for a proper look because she turned around and picked up this old fashioned metal fire bucket. I watched with amusement as she opened her legs wide trying to get the fire bucket between her slim thighs. As she did, the hem of her pleated skirt rose and I saw fleeting impressions of what appeared to be slim quads in her long thighs. No, that couldn’t be right, if someone gave her a barbell she would fall over because she was so scrawny. She managed to shove the metal bucket between her thin thighs close to her knees.

I watched with curiosity, as she managed to lock her ankles while standing then in disbelief I saw her smooth thin bare legs turn hard and rocky. A sleek unmistakable rectus femoris muscle, that’s the downward pointing one at the top, swelled up in the middle of each leg while long slab-like bulges grew on her outer thighs. I even saw the tail of the pear shaped vastus medialis on the inside edge of her slim upper legs. From all my days in the gym, I recognised those muscles of the quadriceps appearing as if from nowhere on this girl’s thin legs and I was stunned. The fire bucket began to make these clanging, banging and scrunching noises as the girl’s thighs got rockier while trembling with exertion. Then slowly but surely while popping and crunching, the bucket began to lose its circular shape at the end becoming more oval as the girl slowly straightened her legs. The muscles in her legs just kept growing larger and harder, getting more defined by the second as the bucket was crushed out of all shape. I just couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. This scrawny girl’s legs were now bulging with sleek hard muscle more defined than most athlete’s and many body-builders that I’d seen. They weren’t thick and bulky but sleek lean and hard looking.

Elle had her eyes closed in serene concentration while her expanded thighs quivered with unmistakable raw muscular power as the bucket continued to crunch, pop and snap under immense forces. I was totally mesmerised by what I was seeing and just kept gawping. By the looks of her slender muscular legs the bucket didn’t stand a chance and warped and bent inwards. I knew these old buckets were well made from thick solid metal yet this little schoolgirl was slowly crushing it flat like it was thin aluminium. The metal bucket screeched out it’s torment as it slowly flattened out. The long hard muscles in her pale thighs stood proud looking like some kind of alabaster statue. They looked impenetrable, the metal now severely weakened collapsed under the pressure until the sides touched. I was stunned for the girl’s once scrawny thighs had expanded to a good solid size bulging with very defined sleek hard muscle. The bucket flattened, her thighs deflated returning close to their normal size yet now looking more shiny and pumped. Removing the flattened fire bucket, she threw it at me and instinctively I caught it.

I was speechless for I had never seen anyone do anything like that and doubted that I could either let alone a petite skinny fresh-faced schoolgirl in her uniform. Elle didn’t say a word, she just strode past me and walked away with a strange smile on her face. That was when I realised I had an absolute monster of a massive boner straining stiffly at the front of my trousers. Not for her, I hasten to add, I’m no paedo but there was something raw and powerful about that demonstration of strength that my made dick incredibly stiff. I stared after her. Her socks had slid down below her calves and I saw they too were shiny and well developed, although quite thick. They waxed and waned as she walked, the effect intoxicating my stiffy even stiffer. I hurried back to my workshop, using the flattened bucket to cover my embarrassment. My boner just wouldn’t down so I had to, er, never you mind. I tried tugging on the sides of the bucket in case it was some kind of prank but it was now one solid plate of metal. Putting the remains cross-ways into the vice, I tried to use pressure against the thin sides to open it up but it was useless. I could barely believe that the slim thighs of a schoolgirl had the strength to crush it into a flat piece of scrap.

As I said, I’m very careful when it comes to the temptations of jail-bait, I’ve seen too many teachers get caught. But that night all I could dream about was Elle’s skinny legs swelling up with sleek hard well-defined muscle and destroying that sturdy metal fire bucket. Each time, I awoke with a rock-solid boner. Let’s get one thing clear, I’m not a paedophile, I didn’t fancy her or was into muscular women. I found a bit of defined calve or shapely legs very sexy but that was as far as I went. Yet there was something about Elle’s slim legs and how they shone with tone, how they could go from smooth and thin to hard, rocky well-defined bucket destroying monsters. I couldn’t stop thinking about that incident and worried that I was getting obsessed with her. That was bad for someone in my position. I asked the other kids about her but they just knew her as the new girl who was quiet and kept herself to herself.

A few days later at lunch-time I found Elle sitting on a low wall outside my workshop. Before I could say a word, she calmly pulled a large watermelon from her bag, opened her legs and shoved it between her pale skinny thighs. I found my anticipation rising as she locked her small ankles then began to straighten her legs. Immediately thick sleek shiny slabs of highly developed quadriceps emerged from her upper legs. They really were unbelievably well developed for a girl so young and so skinny. Quickly her quads swelled to an awesome size looking as hard as steel. PLAT! the melon simply exploded under the pressure of her sleek rippling thighs with a big wide red gash deepening in its side like a gaping mouth as it lost all rigidity. A short deluge of watery innards dumped upon the floor making my dick lurch in sympathy. Yet her hard bulging thighs continued to squeeze the fruit slicing it almost in two as she closed her thighs together. Despite myself my dick lurched stiffly again and again at the sight of this leggy power.

“H ... how do you do that?” I managed to get the words out through my dumbfounded mind. I realised that didn’t sound right so tried again “I ... I mean how are your legs like that?”. She fixed me with those big green eyes then told me “Plyometrics. Mum thought I was too skinny and needed exercises to keep me healthy. Did nothing for my weight though”. I stared at her, none the wiser. She sighed like I was thick, then explained “Plyometrics is a training technique which involves high-impact jumping. It’s exhausting”. She became more animated, talking excitedly “Sometimes I have to jump back and forth over a 2-foot post for a total of 3 minutes wearing a 20lb weight. I then have a 30 seconds break before doing it again until I’ve done 10 reps. I also do depth jumping where my legs have to deal with up to 6 times my body weight”. I begun to understand how she developed those amazing legs. She continued “In another exercise I jump from a 2-foot high box, land on the ground and then spring back up to the box. It’s very hard and I have to keep it up for 10 minutes. It really makes my leg muscles burn. I get 2 minutes rest and have to do it all over again for another 4 reps”. “Sounds like torture, why bother? Why do it at all?” I asked. “Because my parents love me and mean well, exercise is addictive and besides it means I can do this” she replied.

From her bag she pulled out a round green hard ball which I guessed was some kind of food about the size of a football. “It’s a coconut” she said in a snobbish sneer like I didn’t know what it was (I didn’t). “The nut is inside the flesh” she continued explaining like I was dense. She tossed it to me and I was surprised by how hard and heavy it was. “Tougher than a man’s skull” she explained then took it from my hands and placed it between her thighs. Once more her ankles locked except this time she raised her legs off the ground so that they were at a slight angle. “I close my eyes to concentrate on crushing the object” She told me as she did precisely that. Gripping the nut with the muscles just above the knees, she began to flex. Her sleek shiny quads jumped up into bold relief larger than before as she squeezed the nut. The muscles bulged together looking very hard indeed as she tried to straighten her legs. Trembling and quivering, they pressed inwards upon the seemingly impervious nut. “I visualize my legs coming together and that nothing can get in the way to stop them” she told me still with her eyes closed in concentration. She increased the pressure, her quads hardened into ridges with sharp cuts between each muscle. “I don’t stop until my inner thighs meet” she said.

For a while it seemed nothing was happening then suddenly her thighs seemed to leap in towards each other with a loud pop. A thin fountain of watery milk spurt out from between her legs as they cracked through the skin and the nut within. Again my dick reacted uncontrollably at the amazing destructive power of her legs. She continued to squeeze. With a series of cracks and pops the green ball between her thighs distorted and flattened as her legs continued to completely crush the nut flat until her inner thighs touched each other. Opening her eyes and staring at me, she opened her legs and let all the crushed pieces fall to the ground. I could clearly see that this had been a coconut now by the shattered pieces with the white flesh attached. My body’s reaction to this amazing display of raw leggy strength was similar to the coconut losing its milk when her legs first broke through. Ellie just smiled, got up and walked away.

That new demonstration of the breaking power of her legs just made things worse. I couldn’t get out of my mind what I had seen and how my body had reacted. That more than anything really disturbed me. I was confused about the strong effect this scrawny little kid had on me. Yes I realised that it was that extraordinary power of her legs that my body was responding to and not Elle herself. Still, it disturbed me enough not to go out and collect my taxes for almost a whole week. Even when I steeled myself to leave my workshop at break time, unless it was raining, Elle would be sitting on the low wall outside. Her presence unnerved me so much that I would peek at her through the window wishing she would go away. Mum’s moaning about the drop in my rent money snapped me out of it. I was a man, a Morris and I wouldn’t let some scrawny little kid and her freaky legs stand between me and my tax money.

The next day at break time I got out there early to collect my taxes with a vengeance. Walking back towards my workshop with my pockets feeling nice and heavy I saw a familiar scrawny little kid in her uniform sitting on the wall outside. I was going to ignore her until she spoke. “I began to think that you were hiding from me” the little brat said cheekily. I ignored the remark and strode up to her and did some looming. “It’s tax time. Pay up or get shut up” I sneered. Once again she didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered and reached into her bag and pulled out another watermelon. “Yeah I’ve seen that trick now cough up” I said. She ignored me and spread her thighs with her calves pointing inwards so that her legs were forming a sort of diamond shape. Placing the watermelon between the bottom of her calves, she told me “You haven’t seen this”. Her feet went up onto her toes. I found myself holding my breath as her calves flexed to an unbelievable size out of all proportion for such a scrawny little thing. Angled as they were towards me they looked like wide spades. They seemed rock hard with razor-sharp definition between the muscle and the surrounding tendons. PLATFH! a horizontal tear across the middle of the fruit and a spurt of juice marked it’s disintegration. The schoolgirl continued to squeeze with her calves and the tear opened up to become a wide gape showing the red inside.