Sisterly Love by Paul Schlling ([email protected])

Younger sister reaps the benefit of some Spinach.

Based on a script by madisonmarbury ([email protected]) 

It starts with the parents, about to leave for the night, talking to their 

kids: sixteen year old Billy, fifteen year old

Spike, and

twelve year old Kit. Dad ends the argument before it even gets started. 

"Enough! Billy has to learn SOME KIND of

responsibility. So, Bill, you're in charge 'til we get back.  

When Kit heard this, she rolled her eyes! "Moooom!"   

"Kitten," said Mom, "do what your brother says... And boys, be nice to your 

sister!" Billy and Spike look at Kit

spitefully.

"'Kay." 

As soon as the door closes, and Mom and Dad are out of sight, Spike slugs 

Kit. She cries."Baby!" Spike laughs.

"We're

gonna take GOOD care of you for what you did, you snitch!" 

"Yeah," Billy screams. "Stop crying, ya baby!" He then grabs his little 

sister by the front of her blouse and pulls her

in real

close to his arm. "You see this?" Kit's eyes bug out as her brother slowly 

flexes his arm as a ball of muscle ripples,

slowly

rising on his upper arm. He flexes several times, real slow, to get maximum 

size, then holds it. As his upper arm

bulges, he

looks angrily at his sister. "Now, guess what's next..." Billy straightens 

out his arm and redirects the stored power to

his

hand. In the wink of an eye, Billy has Kit over his knee, flips her skirt 

over to reveal her butt, and spanks her. SLAP!

SLAP!

Kit bawls in pain and humiliation. "What a bad baby!" "Yeah, whatcha gonna 

do, baby?!" Spike twists her nose for

good

measure. "I got an idea..." Billy says, as he gets a devilish grin on his 

face and puts his sister down hard. "Spike,

come

and..." 

"Riot, Bill, sheer genius!" And Spike leaves the room. 

"Whatcha got planned?" Kit whimpers. 

" Since you've been bad," Billy gloats, "you're gonna do time." 

"Let's put baby in her high chair!" Billy puts his bawling sister in a high 

chair. She's much too big for it. Her arms

are pinned

to her side, helpless. 

"Hey... (snicker)... Hey, Bill, look, li'l baby's got cleavage." 

SMACK! "Knock it off, an' go get the bonnet for Sweetpea here." 

"Yeah, let's dress baby in her bonnet!" Spike says, crying with laughter. He 

slapped the bonnet on his sisters head. 

"I wish I was bigger and stronger," she cries, as she struggles to get free.

"Bigger and stronger, huh?" Billy gets an evil grin on his face and turns to 

brother Spike and whispers in his ear.

"...Got it?" 

"What a brain!" Spike giggles, turns, then enters and promptly returns from 

the kitchen and reports back to Bill.  

"Here's the plate... And here's the cans." 

Billy is presented with three 27-ounce cans of "Popeye" brand spinach. "Open 

'em up, stupid, and put it on the

plate." 

Spike grimaces as he empties the cans on the plate. "Psst... Hey, Bill, how'd 

we eat this crap when we were young,"

he

whispers at his brother. 

"The same way she's gonna!" he boldly answers back. "If she don't cooperate, 

we'll force her!" 

Kit's eyes open wide. "LIKE HELL I WILL!" she screams. "Let me out of here 

and I'll show you!" 

"YEAH, LIKE HELL YOU WILL!" Spike screams back. 

"Now look," Spike says, as he grabs a small piece and swallows it quickly. 

Spike then flexes his own arm and a

slightly

smaller bulge rises on his arm than his brother's."See?" "You ain't foolin' 

no one, Spiker, I've seen you downstairs,

workin'

out with Billy's weights," Kit says angrily. 

"ENOUGH," Billy screams. "It's time to make baby eat her spinach." After 

wrestling with his sister, Billy holds Kit's

mouth

open while Spike scrapes the contents of a plate into it. Bill forces her 

mouth closed so Kit doesn't spit it out.

Rubbing her

throat, Billy relaxes the muscles to make her swallow the massive clump 

easier. "GULP!" Kit grits her teeth as her

brothers

turn away laughing and singing, "She's strong to the Finnich (chortle and 

snickers) 'cause she ate her spinach..." 

"I am one pissed off teen..." comes a voice from behind. 

"HEY, BRAT!" Spike yells, as he begins to turn around, "DIDN'T WE TELL... 

you..." Spike stops mid-sentence. "Uh,

Bill,

turn around," he nervously says as he taps on his brothers shoulder. "I, uh, 

think we're in trouble." 

"Now what?" Bill asks, as he turns to see the problem. His eyes go buggy. "Oh 

my God!"Both boys are in awe as

they see

their pinned sister begin to show the effects of the spinach. Soft 

underdeveloped muscles turn large and rock hard.

Bulges

travel through her entire body, but mainly into her chest and forearms. Kit 

begins to grunt as she watches her chest

and arms

grow. 

"Uhhhh... now... Kit..." Spike says with a dry voice, as he and his older 

brother watch in horror as Kit's t-shirt

stretches out

with pumping pectorals. The muscle stretches and grows, finally stopping just 

even with the bridge of her nose

where two

angry eyes peer over the striated muscle. 

"Yeah, kid, we were just... ummmm, kidding... Heh, heh," says Billy as he 

watches a small biceps slowly begin to

bulge on

each arm, both covered by a pronounced thick vein. As she raises her etched 

muscled forearms, the highchair

begins to

creek. 

"Spike, are you thinkin'...?" a worried Bill says, looking at Spike. 

"Way ahead of you, Bro..." Spike replies, with the same worried look on his 

face. "RUN!" they say in unison, as Kit

raises

her arms to her sides, exploding the high chair apart and knocking her 

brothers to the side. 

Kit looks at her new muscles, then slowly closes her fist. As if straight out 

of a Popeye cartoon, little bulges start

moving

systematically up her arm until they stop at her biceps. More and more appear 

as she raises her muscle-thickened

forearm.

After a couple of quick poses, Kit plants her right fist on her hip and 

straightens out her muscular left arm. She flexes

in

slower-than-slow motion so both boys can see and hear the rumbling biceps 

grow until sculpted peaks rise. Her

bulging

biceps is now bigger than her head and, with one more "Umph!" a tattoo of a 

spanking paddle with a label reading

"The

Punisher!" appears. Furiously, her breath now comes in short pants as she 

flexes her upper body. Her back and

shoulders

wide, her chest becomes as thick and large as granite blocks, and on top of 

her head is a pink bonnet. "Now we

see WHO'S

the baby!" 

Billy and Spike are all over themselves as they try to make their escape. 

"Ulp!" Kit reaches out and grabs Spike,

throws him

up into the air, and delivers a stunning uppercut. It launches the bully like 

a rocket. "WHAM!" Billy, now hiding,

looks on,

petrified."Upsy daisy!" Kit giggles as she and her other cowering brother 

watch Spike's wincing head hit the ceiling,

cracking it. Kit catches the falling Spike in his stomach with enough force 

to double him over. 

"BLLLAAAAUUGH! Spike vomits in agony. 

"Oo, baby all urpy!" Kit teasingly says in baby talk. "Better put baby down!" 

As she put him down, Spike's eyes roll

back in

his head and he drops into his own muck with a splash. Now, Kit slowly turns 

and begins advancing on Billy,

scowling,

rolling back her sleeves from her bulging frame.Bill, backpedaling in terror, 

spies the heavy cross bar from his

weight set. He

grabs it and flings it at his advancing sister, knocking her down. "Whew!" 

Billy sighs in relief. 

Kit stands up and tries to bend it. "Ummmmphh!... Phwhew!" To her dismay, and 

Billy's delight, she can not bend

the bar.

Billy stands up. "HAH! Sissy muscles can't even tie a knot." He manages to 

pop a couple of buttons as he flexes his

own

muscles. 

"Oh yeah?" Kit says, flexing a somewhat smaller biceps then before.

"Yeah..." Billy says, as he flexes an almost sixteen-inch biceps under his 

sister's nose "...Spinach Breath!" 

"Sis... spin, breat... I'll be right back," and she storms into the kitchen.

Billy stands there and laughs. "Yeah, I'm taking you downstairs with me to 

the basement every day and making you

watch

me build these into massive muscles of destruction, and when I'm buff enough, 

I'll..." 

"You'll what?" Kit steps out of the kitchen with a ten ounce bag of fresh 

spinach, rips it open, and, handful by

handful, eats

the whole bag. "Ta dada da dat ta da," she sings, as she picks up the iron 

bar and slowly begins to tie it in a knot.

Billy

watches in horror as his sister's biceps rises cartoonishly above her head 

and finishes tying the bar into a bow and

throws it

at his feet.Billy feels his muscles turn to mush. "You-you-you keep away from 

me!"

"Spinach Breath, big brother?" She flexes her left arm, and a large generator 

shows itself in her over-sized biceps. 

"Sissy!" Kit blares she flexes her enormous right arm. "We'll show you 

SISSY!" Kit raises both arms above her head

and

flexes her forearms until her biceps pop out and almost touch each other, 

then morph into two hands shaking. "Let's

show

him, boys, what sissy muscles can REALLY do." 

"Kit, don't you dare! You have to do what I say! Mom said!" Billy shouts, 

whimpering. 

Her muscles slide down into her upper torso, causing her to go into a most 

muscular crab flex, tearing her shirt in

places.

Gritting her teeth, she yells, "ARRRRGGGGHHHH!"  Kit jumps onto Billy's head. 

Her fists pound his face like a

piston.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Teeth are flying everywhere. Billy flails, but 

he's helpless. "Oh yeah?!" 

"Aaugh! Stop! Get off! MOMMYYY!" Billy sputtered. 

Later, Mom and Dad come home. "Hi, kids! Hope you had a good-" The parents 

are shocked at what they see.

"HUH?!" 

Billy is bawling, jammed into the high chair, naked except for a baby bonnet 

and diaper. His mouth is wide open

so we see

all his teeth are broken off except one. He has black eyes. Kit is 

spoonfeeding him from a big bowl labeled

"Creamed Liver."

She's still buff. 

"Sorry, Mom. The BABY needed CHANGING!"

END