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| Age 12 |
Tim is well known in his school for how strong he is. He’s the best soccer player in the school. His hard work with his leg strength has paid off. His legs are the envy of all his classmates.
Many of the kids in the school know of Tim’s way of working out by crushing things. A couple of his teammates have even done the same thing.
One day in the summer of Tim’s 12th year just before school was out for the year Tim was hanging out with some friends before school. He had his shorts on, of course, because he always wore shorts to school if it was even slightly warm and sometimes when it wasn’t. It was a warm morning and they were waiting for the bell to ring.
He was sitting on a playground bench and swinging his legs up and down, flexing his muscles at the top of each swing. One of his friends had a hand on his quads while he did this. Tim was having a bit of fun with his friend as he consciously hardened his muscles.
"Hey," said the friend, "let’s see if you can crush some stuff between your legs!"
"Yeah", chorused the rest.
"OK," said Tim. "What have you got?"
One of the kids brought out a pop can. It was empty. "How about this?" he said.
"Aw, that’s too easy."
"Let’s put it endways."
Tim hooked his ankles together and held his knees apart just enough to put the pop can between them. He brought his legs together and gripped the can. "OK, ready?"
"Yeah, go for it," the others said.
Tim increased the pressure on the can. His quads hardened into ridges. The pop can seemed as if it would resist his strength, but as he straightened his legs, it crumpled in the middle and then was flattened into a disk-shaped mass. Tim opened his knees and the can dropped out. Little circles showed in his skin on the insides of his knees where the can’s top and bottom had pressed into it.
"Awright!" he shouted.
"What else?" someone said.
One of the others ran up with a metal lunchbox. "How about my lunchbox?" he cried.
"Are you sure?" said Tim. "You might get in trouble!"
"Naw, it’s an old one."
The lunchbox was one of those that had the old Star Wars figures on it. His friend opened the box and showed everyone what was in it. It had his lunch in it with a plastic juice bottle.
"What if I crush your lunch?" Tim asked.
"I have a lunch ticket," replied his friend.
"OK, it’s yours. Put it in."
Tim opened his knees again and his friend put the lunchbox between his thighs. This time he didn’t grip it between his knees but rather between his muscles just above his knees. His skin was just a little sore from the dents made by the pop can. The lunchbox was between his legs endwise so that the lid was on top.
Tim started to flex his legs again and put pressure on the lunchbox. His quads bulged up larger than before as he squeezed the box. The top began to buckle upwards as the ends were pressed in. The owner of the box put one hand on Tim’s quads as he flexed them. Tim didn’t notice at all since he now had his eyes closed as he concentrated on crushing the box. Tim’s muscles above his knees bulged together as his legs straightened, pressing against the ends of the box. The box collapsed with a crumpling sound of metal accompanied by crackling noises from the juice bottle. As his legs came together his expanding muscles crushed the ends of the lunchbox completely in until they touched. The bent lid popped off and juice ran out on the ground from the broken bottle. The sandwich and chips were mashed into shapeless wads. There were the crushed remains of an apple in there too.
"Gosh, that was awesome!" said one of the kids.
"No problem," grinned Tim.
"OK, time for one more."
A girl came up and held out her backpack. "There’s my notebook, pencil box and some other stuff in there. Try this."
"I don’t want to crush your school stuff, Alicia," Tim said.
"I don’t care! I just want to watch you do it!" she said.
"Well, I guess..."
Tim opened his knees for a third time and Alicia put the backpack between his thighs.
"Can I feel you do it?" she asked a bit shyly.
"Go ahead!"
Tim closed his legs on the backpack. Obviously there was something hard in there since he could feel it. He began to increase the pressure again. His quads jumped up and his calves pressed against the bottom of the backpack. This time Tim flexed his calves as well to put pressure on the bottom of the pack while his quads crushed against the top. Alicia’s eyes got wide as his muscles hardened under her hands until they were standing out with sharp cuts between each muscle. Crunching noises came from the backpack as Tim’s powerful legs crushed it all along its length. As his calves flexed, they, too, crushed into the pack. Finally, Tim’s legs were nearly completely straight with less than an inch between them. The backpack was crushed into that one inch space. Tim held the flex for at least half a minute. While he held the pressure, he worked his calf muscles so they bulged and moved up and down against the pack. More crunching noises were coming from the backpack as his ironlike calves kneaded it like bread dough. Finally, he relaxed with a whoosh of breath.
Alicia took her pack out and opened it up. She poured the contents onto the ground for all to see. Her notebook was flattened at the spine, the rings of the binder crushed to narrow ovals. The pencil box was a plastic one and it was crushed to shards with broken pencils falling out of it. A calculator had been caught endways and was bent double. Alicia’s lunch was in a paper bag and the sandwich and orange were crushed completely. A bag of chips was nothing but crumbs. A tube of hand cream had burst open and spewed on the papers and remains of the pencil box.
"Gosh, I’m sorry, Alicia," exclaimed Tim.
"That’s OK," she said. "It was awesome feeling you do it!"
