Outgrowing Mr. Olympia

Outgrowing Mr. Olympia

Written by SteeleBlazer

When little Emily first asked for a weight set for her seventh birthday, everyone thought it was cute.

Her parents thought it was just a phase and that she’d quickly outgrow it.

And she did.

She quickly outgrew that cute and tiny little pink weight set they bought for her, and soon she was asking for bigger and heavier weights. And whenever she asked for them, she’d give her arms a playful flex. As young as she was, she already had a cute little pair of biceps that swelled up on her arms every time she flexed. And she flexed just about every chance she had.

Her parents didn’t know what to do — but really, Emily was so cute and adorable that you couldn’t say no to her. And honestly, she was already so buff they figured they better not say no to her — as a few of her temper tantrums had proven she wasn’t your ordinary little girl… As she already had such big biceps!

They figured it was a harmless hobby — so long as they agreed with Emily — and so they bought her more weight… and more weight… and more weight…

And she kept growing bigger… and bigger… and bigger… and BIGGER!

By the time she was ten, she didn’t just have bigger biceps than any other kid her age — her biceps measured bigger in inches than her actual age itself.

When it came to strength, for Emily, age was just a number — and the number of her bicep measurement was sixteen inches.

Everyone was in awe — not just of her size, but of her dedication.

She never grew tired of bodybuilding. Heck, during her own workouts, she never seemed to grow tired there either.

Instead, she always grew bigger and stronger, making it look easy instead of hard — being the cute, perky little hardbody, always a boundless ball of bouncing, bulging, and rippling energy.

And it didn’t take long for her to once again outgrow her weight set — the only thing she outgrew faster than her weights were her shirts, especially the sleeves and shoulders!

But by the time she was twelve; she also outgrew her father — and had not just bigger biceps, but bigger muscles overall. And stronger too, which she proved when she bested him in arm-wrestling — winning matches with not just both her left and right arms, but even against both of his arms.

Yeah — it didn’t take long for little Emily to become Big Emily. She may not have grown up — but she certainly grew big, and strong with mighty female muscles.
And it didn’t take Emily’s mother long to join her workouts either — she too quickly became stronger than Emily’s daddy, becoming not just his wife, but his muscle mommy!

Now at age fourteen, she’s not just the biggest and strongest person in her home — or even at her school — she’s got muscles that rival Mr. Olympia himself. And that’s not hyperbole — she really is that hyper-muscular. She’s got big, beefy biceps and massive, meaty shoulders — thick, dense, and defined — as wide and as powerful as Mr. Olympia’s himself.

She knows because since the age of eight she didn’t have a unicorn poster on her wall — she had a poster of Mr. Olympia himself. And every year, she replaced the poster with the new champion — watching and comparing her size to theirs year after year, using it as motivation.

But now — at such a young age — there is no comparison. For her muscles are beyond compare.

In fact, the only people who seem close to her size and strength are her mother and all her girlfriends whom she’s inspired to take up weightlifting and bodybuilding. And she’s inspired so many girls that the football team no longer works out at their school’s gym. They’ve not just been strong-armed and pushed out — they’ve been completely outmuscled. Instead of laughing about who lifts girly weights, those boys now actually wish they lifted girly weights — as big and heavy as what Big Emily and her girlfriends lift.

It wasn’t part of the plan — kicking the boys out of the weight room — but really, the girls needed the space. Especially Emily herself, being the biggest and strongest of that big, buff bunch of, if not little girls — because there’s nothing little about those great big muscles — then young girls.

And she has big plans for the future… like competing in the Olympia.

And Mr. Olympia and all his fellow competitors should breathe a sigh of relief that she’s not competing this year.

Not because she didn’t want to — but because, due to a technicality, she can’t.

The rules stipulate that a competitor needs to be eighteen or over to compete… which Emily states shouldn’t be an issue — because not only is she well over eighteen — in fact, she’s in her twenties.

Not her age — her biceps! They’re twenty-four and a half inches — well over eighteen.

And it’s really not fair Emily can’t compete because of some teeny, tiny technicality — because she’d be the biggest, most muscular person out on that stage.

So I tell you — if Mr. Olympia’s greatest fear isn’t having his reign of matriarchal muscular might come to an end against such a cute, cut, buff beauty like Big Emily — it should be. She’s got muscles that don’t just rival his — they make him look like the child.

To put it simply, they’re afraid to let her walk on stage and walk away with the championship. They’re scared that they’d be not just standing in her shadow on stage, but they’d forever be overshadowed and outmuscled by Big Emily and other big girls like her…

Girls that just like Big Emily are growing bigger and stronger each and every year.

Because, you better believe she’s not done growing.

Not by a long shot.

No one knows just how big she’ll grow.

We just know she’s already outgrown Mr. Olympia.

For her, the future is the limit — and maybe there is no limit for Big Emily. Maybe she’s only going to grow bigger… and bigger… and BIGGER...

Way, WAY bigger than Mr. Olympia!