Age 10 Tim Gets Carried Away This happened when Tim was almost 11 years old. He had been seriously training his legs for soccer for nearly two years at this time. He weighed 75lb and was 5'1" tall. There is no fat on Tim at all that you can notice. One day after a workout Tim and I were just relaxing and he was cooling himself off by a slow jog in place. We were in the bedroom and I was laying on the bed reading while he jogged. Tim stopped jogging and stepped up on the bed. He was still wearing his soccer cleats. He stood over me and straddled me looking down at me. I put the book down. "What are you doing?", I asked him. "How 'bout I stand on you?", he said. He stepped forward and put both feet on my chest. At 75 lb he's not all that heavy just standing there. His six-stud cleats dug in to my ribs a little. It was a bit hard to breathe with his weight resting on my chest. "Ok, that's not too heavy", I said. "How about this?", he replied. He put his palms against the ceiling. By putting his arms up over his head and flexing his knees he was able to comfortably press his hands against the ceiling. He began to straighten his legs very slowly, pushing his hands against the ceiling. The pressure on my chest grew. "You're a lot heavier now", I gasped out. The balls of his feet were right on my breastbone and were pushing it down. I could look at his legs very close to me and could see the rippling of the muscles in his calves and thighs. I could see the pulsing of a vein in his calf as it was squeezed to the surface by his hardening muscles. Age 10 Now I could not say anything. The pressure made it impossible to breathe in. Still, he increased it. His cleats dug into my ribs. I wanted to tell him that was enough and to stop but I could not. Tim's quads hardened into ridges and his knees were nearly straight. His calves were rock hard - I reached up to feel them as they slowly contracted pressing his toes down on my ribs. I felt his quads just above his knees and they too were hard as stone. I could feel every little ridge and vein in them. I tried to roll left or right out from under his crushing feet. I could feel the muscles in his legs ripple as they easily and unconsciously countered my attempts to move. Tim locked his knees flexing his quads to maximum. I was being crushed! I remembered the rat cage and how he had crushed it flat this way. I now knew how the rat must have felt seeing the top of the cage being bent downward and crushed by Tim’s muscles. Once Tim got started like this he always continued until every muscle was flexed as hard as he could possibly get it. I could see that his eyes were closed and his teeth clenched tight as he put out the effort. The muscles in his arms and shoulders stood out. His jaw muscles were rippling. He was clearly enjoying his strength and had forgotten all about what was under his feet. He just wanted to feel his muscles work harder and harder. I knew that with Tim’s soccer training he had great endurance and could keep this up for a long time Tim flexed his calves still more and I could feel the ridges and veins in each of them as they bulged out. I could actually feel the muscles shorten and widen as they contracted. He pressed his toes down until his feet were fully extended and his calves were at maximum contraction. I'm sure my face was red and veins were popping out on my forehead. Looking at his legs from the front I could see his calf muscles flaring out from the sides of his legs and the large veins on the insides of them popping out. They say you can hear your ribs creaking under pressure. I could! Tim held the maximum flex for what seemed like an hour but was really only maybe 15 seconds. That was plenty long enough. He opened his eyes and looked down at me. "Oh, no!" he said. He took his feet off me and asked "Are you all right? I didn't mean to do that so hard." I could not speak yet - I was still trying to get some breath. He sat down next to me and rubbed my head until I could say, "Wow, you're strong. But don't do that again! You have no idea how strong you are." Tim still enjoys flexing his muscles against resistance, though. He can get carried away sometimes. I would rather he crush something other than me!