My Wife’s Struggle With Teen Violetnce

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Praise from Cesar, thanks Jeremy!

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By the way, I just noticed how goofy the chart in the first chapter looks on mobile, sorry about that guys.

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#9 The Snap That Caused a Snap, That Caused The Snap

My wife in an act of wild rage lets go of the table and violently thrusts backwards. The teen’s chest slams against the table top hard, knocking some of wind out of Violet’s lungs in a labored wheeze. Like before Paula has abandoned the traditional arm-wrestling contest and again turned it into a tug-o-war. My wife’s powerful glutes are clenched hard, her back flares wide, and her neck bulges! Paula’s lets out a cacophony of thunderous masculine grunts and howls as she wills herself to tear the arm off of the little brat! Violet’s winces as her arm is getting pulled apart, Paula almost has the teen all the way down, with a few inches left to go! Violet presses her free hand against the table top stopping the progress just 6 inches away from defeat. 5 inches, 4, inches, 3 inches, 2! Violet whimpers in pain, and the table creaks as Paula leans further back using her considerable weight to pull down on the outstretch arm. My amazon wife pulls back so hard her ass hangs off the back of the bench seat!

10… 20… 30 seconds goes by without any movement. Several blue veins emerge on Violet’s arms from her shoulder to her wrist as it struggles under the immense strain. Paula labors with every ounce of power her mighty body has to give to move the teenager’s hand a mere two inches. 30 seconds have passed, this freak kid has proven her point but I now fear her arm will snap! Paula’s ass lifts completely off the bench, her legs explode in a monstrous flex planting her feet as best she can but her sandals begin to slide…

*snap*

The thong of my wife’s flip-flop gives way! Paula’s left leg darts forward, slipping on the patio causing her to grab onto their clenched left hands with her right and yank herself up in order not to fall onto the concrete! She pulled so hard in her panic she flung her huge body forward and upright… Paula is now leaning forward over the table, using TWO hands, her ample ass is completely off the bench as she is nearly standing upright. Just about her entire body weight is being supported by the sheer might of a teenage girl’s single arm! The entire crowd is stunned into silence in absolute awe! The only sound filling the night air is of my wife’s desperate, awkward grunts. Her eyes are closed tight engrossed in concentration oblivious to the awesome display of strength the teen is displaying against her.

“That’s good Mrs. Kelly… use two hands… like… I… told…you” Violet can barley get out the words under tremendous strain

Moments ago my brawny wife was the most powerful woman I have ever known. The pitiful sight of my proud, powerful wife is devastating. Her eyes are closed tight, her face is crimson, and she is cover in perspiration as she desperately grunts and whimpers trying to force down the teen’s arm. My completely spent she-hulk was is using TWO hands and she is still not enough woman to stop the little girl from making her look pitiful. My wife bunches her huge shoulders and bulging traps trying to force herself even harder upon the teen’s arm, she presses down so hard her toes leave the ground like a gymnast perched on a crossbeam!

“Are you seeing this?” Violet wheezes to the camera barley able to get the words out through clenched teeth

A tear escapes my wide eyes as I look at her in such a pathetic state. My muscle bound wife is no longer the intimidating force anymore she was just minutes ago. Paula’s is drenched in sweat, her broken sandal hangs from her toe, her large breasts are bulging out of her bikini and she is trembling like a baby bird perched upon the girl’s fist. The crisscrossed veins on top of Violet’s bicep literally throb from the tremendous strain but her wrist remains an inch from the table.

A pink droplet splashes onto Violet’s forearm, and then another. Violet opens her eyes and looks up at my shaking bodybuilder wife. The watermelon ball inside Paula’s bikini is getting juiced by her trembling breast with every desperate, labored breath. Violet’s eyes light up at the sight of my  complete and utterly dominated wife, and grins. Through incredible strain she repeats what Paula said to her on that playground months ago.

“What was it you said to me in the park? I believe it was: You don’t matter. This is just a demonstration for your friends. You’re no more than an object, a prop  in a spectacle of sheer power.”

The teen trows her chest to the sky and lets out such a hellish guttural outcry that makes me flinch! In a startling display of terrifying strength the child heaves my worn-out wife completely across the table! Paula’s ass is in the air, knees on the bench stretched out across the top with her face buried in Violet’s chest! My anguished wife pulls back but the teen grabs the back of her head with her right hand and forcefully presses her deeper into her breastless bosom!

“Violet stop!” someone yells

The teen whips her head around and coldly surveys the group as if to warn the adults not to intervene. I have to do something, I rise from the bench seat and Violet’s attention turns to me. The terrifying teen stares dead into my eyes and billows her chest muscles enough to flank my wife’s nose and mouth. Paula reaches up and presses hard against the chest of the teen with her free right arm while using her powerful legs against the other side of the table to pull free. Violet’s arm swells as she holds Paula tightly trapped with her tiny hand on the back of her head. I grab Paula by the hips and pull back on her causing my wife to let out muffled screams! Violet’s eyes narrow, peering into my very soul.

“Let go Mr. Kelly”

I can’t let her destroy my wife like this! I pull harder against her my lover’s wide hips. Paula presses against Violet’s right pec so hard her horseshoe tricep looks like is is about to burst through her skin! My physique competitor’s shaking arm presses her face far enough from the teen’s sternum to get some much needed air. Paula screams out in fear as she fights off the hydraulic like arm forcing her back into the monster’s chest. Paula manages to rip her other hand free and clutches Violet’s other pec and presses against the teen with all the strength she has left! Violet doesn’t even react to Paula’s second hand against her chest nor breaks eye contact with me. My wife starts to finally force herself away from the devil, with both our efforts my Paula’s face is a good 6 inches away now. The teen still doesn’t use her left arm, she just tightens the grip of hair on the back of Paula’s head.

“Do you rally want to fight me? I still have one free hand Mr. Kelly”

Violet raises her left, victorious arm and slowly curls her fist to the night sky. I stare in disbelief at the shimmering ball of muscle bulging before me. I stop pulling. I am physically unable to move, shaken to my very core by its mere existence. The horrific muscle’s throbbing mass is so huge and veiny it is almost vulgar. The girl’s arm just went through the most grueling workout anyone has ever performed and finished it off with an adrenaline fueled 150 pound curl. My stomach lurches as I am overcome with panic-stricken nausea. I can feel myself going pale, I stop breathing all together as she stares me down. I do not move my hands, no longer in defiance but because I am paralyzed with carnal fear. The teen slowly tuns her wrist. The flexed bicep turns from a colossal peak into a hell-scaped mountain of pale skin turning in a crimson abomination! The split, throbbing peak is so tensed it quakes and turns red. A juvenile’s arms have no right to be that size, no right to be that powerful, no right to strike this much terror in a grown man!

I have never been so afraid of another human in my life, this teen is more demon than girl. I am forced to choke back the bile of fear coming up my throat. This girl has domineered me into a quivering mess without a single touch. I take my trembling hands off of Paula’s hips. Violet smiles wickedly at my obedience. She kisses her heinous bicep and slowly lets her tongue trace along the peak and up her forearm licking the melon juice from her swollen appendage. The evil teen opens her mouth and lets a long string of spittle roll off the tip of her tongue between the jagged gap of her pectoral muscles.

“That was really good watermelon, you should try it Mrs. Kelly.”

Paula uses her powerful hands to crush Violet’s pecs, the teen gasps as my wife’s fingers dig in to the thick pads of muscle. The school girl’s eyes narrow, the arm holding my wife’s head explodes. The awful teen is bullying my wife towards the shimmering cavern of her chest 6 inches from Paula’s face.

“Oh my god!” Paula screams!

My wife can bench press 190 lbs but she is struggling against the unholy might of just one of Violet’s arms. My poor wife’s legs are trembling before me, she is fighting so desperately against the unforgiving strength of the little girl. 30 seconds has passed, maybe more. The air is dead quite, just the sound of two women grunting and straining in the night. My bodybuilding wife’s bulging shoulders, traps and triceps start to quake. Every muscle on Paula’s huge, muscular body bulges with terror fueled adrenalin. The teen looks down at the large hands crushing her pecs. Violet flexes her chest powering out of Paula’s tight clench, forcing my wife’s powerful hands to expand with the bulging muscles. The girl bite her lower lip and squeals… Unbelievably my wife’s powerful arms are starting to bend at the elbow overpowered by the sheer might of the teen’s single titanic arm! Her body is ab

*SNAP!*

Violet jumps back, as if jolted out a trance and lets go. My wife’s head falls to the table, screaming bloody murder clutching her left elbow! My dread overtakes me, I can’t hold it back anymore and I vomit beer onto patio floor…

We left the party and drove to the emergency room in silence. While we sat there in the middle of the night waiting to see a doctor I had to ask what started it all in the pool. My amazon warrior broke down crying, holding her dilapidated left arm tightly to her side.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of Paula, she is clearly a hooligan gang-banger on drugs.” I try to comfort my distraught wife.

“She’s not any of those things Adam! What the hell would make you think that?”

“She called herself a Night Martyr or something like that.”

“You idiot, she is from Holy Martyrs… The Catholic School! They are called the Knights!”

[Jeremy Lightning]

Well, thanks for the praise yourself, really, if I ever was an inspiration for any writer of this genre, then it makes it all worth it. But really, I can't say enough about your own writing, because it has been really great reading these last couple of chapters have been a great pleasure. I love how powerful Violet seems to be, it's not like she is truly superhuman, I don't think she can lift a car over her head, just yet, but she was able to grow a body powerful enough to overpower a much taller, heavier, very strong, muscular older woman and do it with one very big, very ripped arm. That is the kind of power that I like the most, I think, the more personal kind, because I figure that is the kind of power that she would show off for me if I was her boyfriend/girlfriend (whatever way she swings, I don't judge) I love lifting in stories, and there wasn't a lot in this one, but maybe there is still a chance for Violet to show off in that way too, can she lift Mr. and Mrs. Kelly at the same time? Quite possible. I hope there's more so I can find out! k+!

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well since you asked, here's a bit of lifting 

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#10 Brew and View

2 weeks later

I walk into our bar to have a couple drinks with Dale, it’s the first time I have seen anyone from that night. He and I have known each other since grade school, and have been best friends for over a decade, there is nothing we don’t know about one another. Before I can even sit down he is all over the incident…

Dale: Dude that chick you told me about in the park is Mandy’s kid!? She left the party early before you got there, but Violet asked to stay since she was enjoying the pool all to herself. I know she is like an all star athlete at her school, but that was crazy! I cannot believe she embarrassed Paula like that at my house! That chick should try out for football next year!

Me: That’s just it, she DID embarrass Paula, like bad. She has definitely been taken down a peg and between me and you… it’s not the worst thing. She is lot quieter and hasn’t given me shit for being stronger than me since then.

Dale: That’s good, she has been getting more aggressive for some time now, it was getting obnoxious.

Me: No shit. As a matter of fact, I have actually been going to the gym for the last two weeks. I am hoping to somewhat catch up to her before she can work out again.

Dale: Oh that’s right, how is her arm?

Me: It’s pretty bad, the doctor told her she needs the cast for another month and even after she can’t lift anything heavy for awhile.

Dale: Damn

Me: Yeah, I figure I have about three months to hustle and get back at it. I even have some testosterone coming from the For Guys website along with some little blue pills too.

Dale: You need those?

Me: Which one?

Dale: Both

Me: No not really, but I want the quick fix to catch up to her. As far as the Viagra is concerned, between working out and Paula suddenly being much more submissive it has made me horny as hell.

Dale: Submissive? Paula?

Me: I know right!? I know it’s kind messed up but ever since the wind was taken out of her sails I have been the man again and I have been definitely been taking full advantage. Dude, the other day in bed I slapped her in the face with my dick and she just took it in her mouth! It’s been crazy! It sounds worse when I say it out loud, but she was kind of into it, or at least is acting like it.

Dale: You better be careful, you might break her jaw with that thing. Shit, if I did that Tonya would murder me.

Me: If this was 2 weeks ago, she would have ripped my dick off.

Dale: I looked at the security cam footage the next day to see what set Paula off in the first place.

Me: Yeah, she said Violet was trying  to cheat at the game of chicken in our pool.

Dale: Yeah, but do you know how she was “cheating”?

Me: Please stop using air quotes…

Dale: Dude, Violet was on Ryan’s  6’4”  shoulders and that little she-beast lifted your wife up by the armpits from your shoulders! Paula accidentally kicked you in the face when she was lifted and you went down, but Violet held her nose to nose in the air for like 5 seconds before throwing her into the water like a kid!

Me: Holy shit!

Dale: After you guys left, Tonya wouldn’t leave her alone. I think my wife wants to leave me for a school girl!

Me: Ha!

Dale: Tonya was all over her, asking Violet to flex and do all sorts of strength displays. Dude, that girl actually lifted one of the untapped kegs over her head! Then she went to the diving board where Tonya and Mary Beth each grabbed an arm each from the water and the little freak lifted them both out of the pool at the same time! I’m not kidding, they were hanging onto the girl’s arms for dear life and their asses were both above the water!

Me: Bullshit!

Dale: Bro, seriously, I have the video!

Dale pulls out his phone and after a quick search hits play and stuffs it in my hands. The security camera footage is in a high quality HD, but everything is in a green hue from the night vision. Violet is standing on the diving board, just over the in-ground pool’s ledge still at the base, two feet above the water. Tanya and Mary Beth lower themselves into the pool on opposite sides of the board. Violet squats down extending her arms as low as she can allowing both women to grab the teen’s fists with both hands. Violet curls her wrists giving the women a better grip. The girl then stands erect, straightening her posture easily pulling the women up with her to hip level. Both ladies squeal with delight as they are lifted from the water to their waists.

“Ready… Get set… Go!” Violet shouts

The girl slowly curls her arms and both women begin to rise up! The adolescent turns her face and chest to the night sky, her eyes glow like a demon’s as they connect with the camera high above. She screams out and the lithe bodies of the middle aged women rise even more! Violet’s biceps as astounding, they look like softballs stuffed under her skin as she heaves them in an incredible display of strength. The girl’s neck bulges and teeth bare as she manages to lift them up to her chest, curling around 115 lbs in each arm! Paula never stood a chance in an arm to arm contest, we both need to step up our game…

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#11 Salty

It has been almost 2 months now since the incident. Paula is getting her cast off  today. While her arms have shrunk, mine have grown. The mail-order testosterone is no joke, I haven’t felt this strong since my twenties. Paula wants to go to the grocery store this afternoon to make a big Sunday meal tomorrow. We get the usual; dog food, paper towels, and a ton of stuff for smoothies now that she is about to start the gym again. That last thing we need is a bag of salt for our water softener before we head out. As I reach down I am stopped by a hand pressed against my oversized “Don’t Mess With Texas” belt buckle. Agitated, I look up to see who is about to get punched in the mouth and I freeze…it’s her! Our teen tormentor in the flesh, she is wearing a tan vest over a red checkered flannel and khakis, the store’s uniform. Paula immediately stiffens up, but otherwise does not react.

“Hello Mr. Kelly, let me get that for you.” she says sweetly

Violet lifts the 25 pound bag with one hand like it’s a gallon of milk.

“Do you want this one or the big one?” she asks

Violet drops the bag and stands the 50 pound on the pallet by its handle. She squares her stance; straightening her back and shoulders. The upright bag nearly comes to her hip. Standing board straight Violet lifts the bag up to her chest using only her arm, despite being hidden under the long-sleeve shirt I am more than aware of what it looks like beneath. The teen does not let the strain from lifting 50 lbs of weight with one arm show, the only sign is her neck slightly flaring.

“No, it’s okay Violet, I can get my own.” I say as confidently as I can muster

I place my hand on top of the bag, next to her hand politely denying her offer.

“It is no problem at all Mr Kelly, it’s my job to help our customers.”

Violet lifts the bag higher towards my cart as I push down on the bag refusing her.

“No thank you” I say a bit more assertively

I press the bag away from my cart and back towards the pallet. The bag’s bottom seam brushes against the wood, but doesn’t settle…

“I insist Mr. Kelly, it is my job.”

The bag rises against my resistance. I try to continue my refusal as nonchalant as possible, but as I increase the resistance against the bag, she is increasing the resistance against me. My smart watch is vibrating, warning me of my sudden drastic high heart rate spike. I smile trying to act as casual as I can, thank god for my hoodie hiding my shaking arm.

“Really Mr. Kelly, because this is NO problem at all.” She says pointedly.

My arm yields! She overpowers me despite her 50 pound handicap! That bag has to have her screaming on the inside, but she is holding it up while not letting go of my belt with her other hand. Violet places the bag into the cart with some effort to lift it high enough. I was relieved when she released my belt buckle, but it was to approach Paula.

“I am soooo sorry Mrs. Kelly, we were in a really heated competition and things got carried away, I never meant to injure you. I hope you get better soon, it would be terrible to have this on all summer and not be able to swim.” The teen says while grabbing the cast by the forearm to look at the flower my niece drew on it.

Violet examines the cast closely while Paula stands there stiff as a board. I am surprised and relieved by the somewhat courteous words, maybe we can let this all go and get on with our lives. I look at Paula’s face to get a read on her reaction. She looks anything but relieved, she inhales deeply, widening her broad shoulders, and straightening her posture. Despite towering over the teen by about 10 inches Paula is the one that looks uncomfortable in such close proximity.

“Oh I’m sorry, you probably want the bag better sorted in your cart.”

Violet lets go of the cast, turning her attention back to our grocery cart. She manages to grab the top of both the 50 lbs salt and 24 lbs dog food bag in one tiny hand and lifts them both! While holding the two heavy bags in one hand she is sorting items with her free hand rearranging them. She grabs bags of fruit and vegetables from the bottom and place them in the seat of the cart.

“I heard you are kind of like a bodybuilder Mrs. Kelly, I hope your arm heals quickly so you can try to compete against other women again… Oh, I’m sorry I almost crushed your little kiwis with these big naval oranges.” Violet says holding up one of the oranges, examining it.

Violet casually holds the orange next to the upper arm she is using to lift the bag of salt from the cart. The sleeve stretches the thick fabric before our eyes. I breath in sharply as I notice the outline of her bicep under the tightening flannel is actually bigger than the large orange!

“There, all better and again Mrs Kelly, I am really sorry about your arm, it shouldn’t happen again.” Violet says placing the orange back into the rearranged cart before promptly walking off disappearing into another isle.

Well that went better than I thought. I turn to my wife but she looks like she has seen a ghost! She is pale and perspiring.

“Are you okay Paula?” I ask

“I’m going to go wait in the car.” she whispers

“Seriously? We are about to check out.”

“I am going to the car!” Paula snaps as she heads toward the exit.

After I paid and loaded up the car we drove to the doctor’s in silence. Violet was actually pleasant, but she is still clearly in Paula’s head. Fortunately, we were ushered in shortly after we arrived at the doctor’s office. The doctor sat down and looked at Paula’s arm puzzled.

“My dear, what the heck did you do to your cast?” The elderly doctor asks

“It broke, I accidentally crushed it in the door, it just happened today.” Paula said flatly

Seriously? She never said a word about it.

“Well that’s a first, it must have been one heck of a door.” The doctor sighed

“It was a gun safe door” Paula replied

Why the hell was she in the gun safe this morning? This whole day has been so bizarre.

“Well that would do it.” The doctor shakes his head

The cast was cut off in less than a minute. Sure as shit, she crushed it pretty good in the safe, and there is a purple and yellow bruise on her tricep.

We were in and out of there in less than ten minutes total and are back in the car to make the short ride back home. 

“We need to get a safe for that safe.” I joke to break the ice.

“It wasn’t the safe.” Paula said staring out the window

“What did you do?” I asked

“I didn’t DO anything Adam. It was her! That little psycho crushed my cast in front of you and you didn’t even notice! She was mocking me and you didn’t DO anything!” Paula shouted fighting off tears

“I didn’t think she was doing anything threatening.” I say perplexed

“Really!? Lifting the 50 pound bag of salt over and over again!? Making the crack about the big orange crushing the tinier Kiwi! Blatantly flexing in front at us holding the fruit next to her bicep! You really are oblivious Adam!” Paula yells

I am stunned into silence Paula looks away, losing the battle to hold back her tears.

“And she said it SHOULDN’T happen again!” My wife sobs

“I will protect you Paula”

She doesn’t reply…

When we get home she immediately goes in from the car and upstairs to our bedroom, leaving me to put away the groceries. I shoulder the bag of salt from the truck to the house entrance. I have been going to the gym pretty hard and as a result it does feels like less of a burden than before. Once inside I check to make sure Paula is still upstairs and then grab the bag by the handle in my right hand, straightening my back. I heave up on the bag and I lift it off the ground a few inches! It is heavy, but I manage it up! I grab onto the stair banister with my left hand for support. I can feel my bicep swell, my hours at the gym are paying off! The bag does not want to move any higher but I use my foot to boost up the bottom, just a little and it is all I need to hoist the bag to my waist, I hold it up for count of 8 seconds before my arm gives out.

“Hell yeah!” I say out loud

…Hell yeah? Hell. Fucking. yeah? I am immediately embarrassed despite no one being around. I cringe at how proud I am of achieving a feat that was so casual to a girl almost 30 years my junior. I couldn’t even do it without cheating or for literally a fraction of the time! For fuck sake, not only did Violet lift that same bag, she did it while I was pushing down on it and then again with the dog food bag! I am getting stronger but she is miles ahead.

After a bit of self pity I put everything away. The last thing to do is clean the fruit and put it in the bowl on the counter. I stare at the plump navel orange. I pick it up palming the fruit, gauging its size in my hand, damn it’s big. With Paula up stairs I take off my shirt and walk to the hallway mirror with the orange in hand. I flex my right arm, the one pumped from lifting the bag, and hold the orange up to it. My arm is nearly eclipsed behind the fruit, but I can kind of see the outline of the top of my bicep and the bottom of my tricep. But Violet didn’t compare the orange it to her arm, the demon-spawn compared it to just her bicep.  I raise it up to my bicep and flex as hard as I can to the mirror. I am embarrassed yet again by how much woefully smaller I am than the fruit, it really was like a kiwi by comparison. How am I that much smaller than a girl about a third my…

“holy shit!” I say out loud in shock

I am dumbfounded by what I see in the mirror… It’s not the diameter of the fruit, or the realization of how much more intensely I have to workout to match the kid’s size that shakes me… It’s the bent hunk of metal glinting at my waist. Violet bent back the edges of my oversized belt buckle with one hand! She twisted the metal in her fingers while holding 50 lbs as she smiled and talked with ease! I am going to curl and do grip strength exercises every fucking day until exhaustion, there is no way a little girl can be this much stronger than me! I’m going to do it not just for me, but for Paula as well.

[Jeremy Lightning]

I really wasn't expecting to have to comment on this story again so soon, but  then again, I just am so inspired by your continuations of this story that I had to, I mean, I love what I have seen out of Violet again, doing the feats that she did at the party outside of what she did against Paula, really cool stuff. The way she bent his belt buckle, while holding 50 pounds with the other hand, and not even seeming to strain, pretty awesome.  I wonder what chance there is that Violet is able to do a piggyback ride with a guy my size? I'm 285 pounds as of right now, she's what 130 pounds? That would be a hell of a sight to see, such a big load carried by such a small girl, but if any small teen girl can do it, Violet could. But yeah, looking forward to more of your excellent writing, WW. k+ again!

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BTW, just looked up the weight of a keg of beer, it comes out to 161 pounds, so that is pretty impressive in it's own right, not just the weight, which is impressive enough, but the fact that it is a fairly cumbersome object that probably is very hard to grip in a way that makes it easy to overhead press. So yeah, chock up another impressive feat by Violet!

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# 12 From the Mouth of Babes (As Told By Violet)

Violet’s POV

It has been 3 months since the pool party at the Orton’s. I am not proud of what I did to Mrs. Kelly I got carried away, I always do, it is something I have been struggling with all my life. I am and have always been extremely competitive. It is an issue, and my biggest flaw. I have a primal need to be better than everyone else. It use to be with everything from education, and board games, all the way to seeing a movie, or discovering a band first before anyone else. It is really a sickness but with some therapy I have managed most of it.  Most of it except in physical competitions, I will work on it someday but it is the last on my list. It is not as bad socially to be competitive at you know… competitions. Honestly I don’t know if I will ever get over it. I have dealt with it by staying away from most nationally ranked events and dropped out of all team sports much to the chagrin of many coaches. I could not handle a loss and I didn’t have control over that in team sports beyond what I could do. The expectation was not fair to my teammates, apparently most girls can just compete and have fun, I wish I was like that. Instead I opted for track and field single events like discuss and shot put.

I have been competitive with classmates and peers since I can remember, I was always was better and stronger and was competing with kids in grades above me, they were more of a challenge but the results were the same. When I entered 6th grade there were no more grades above me at the playground, they were all at the middle school. There was no one even close to me in any challenge and I was bored, bored to the point of even acting out and getting in trouble at school. The intense need to be challenged was palpable, I would challenge anyone to anything especially physically. I even challenged my mom’s friends. They were in their 30’s and weren’t really interested in foot races, or push-up contests but most of them didn’t mind a quick arm wrestling match just to placate me. I arm wrestled every one of them at least once and won them all! Most of them were very nice and marveled at how strong I was for such a young girl.  Arm wrestling quickly became my challenge of choice for adults because most didn’t mind entertaining me (at least once) since it was something quick and they could do while sitting. I even arm wrestled a couple of men that year; a teacher, and my older cousin. I beat Mr. Hanson and I was really proud but looking back he was a kindly, very thin, hippy art teacher and probably wasn’t trying his hardest, he was a nice man.  My cousin Erik on the other hand was almost TWO feet taller, 23 years old, and plays semi-pro hockey. He was surprised by how strong I was and that I held my own for about 30 seconds before putting my hand down. It was my only loss at anything that year, but in the end the challenges were too few and far between and I was still bored.

The biggest change in my life happened that summer when one day my mom finally decided to get rid of the rest of my father’s belongings. As I helped my mom move an old desk from the garage to the garbage I found a magazine called Muscle and Fitness from the 80’s in the drawer. It is a bodybuilding magazine with all sorts of different workout routines, and photos of both male and female bodybuilders. I was fascinated by the pictures especially of the professional bodybuilder contests. The women on stage were muscular and all proudly flexing against each other. In that moment my passion for competing was renewed and stronger than ever. The thought of challenging athletic adults enthralled me. I kept the magazine and asked to keep my dad’s old weights from the garage too. It was just a wobbly weight bench, a bar, and 94 lbs of old maroon colored, plastic shelled, concrete weights in odd weight sizes. The weight maker Obatron or DP,  I couldn’t tell which was the maker but they must be European because they were sized in kilos so the weights were 2.2 lbs, 4.4 lbs, 8.8 lbs and 17.6 lbs. Some of the plastic covers were cracked, the padding on the bench was also torn both held together with duct tape. After four months of bench pressing I was already using all 94 lbs plus whatever plus the 12 pound bar was and I managed to curl two 17.6 lbs plus the bar 5 times the first time I tried. I was always lean and athletic but I started to form actual muscle. My obsession for competition turned to the female bodybuilders in the magazine. I cut our the pages of them and hung them on the wall working out everyday for months straight not taking a single day off until that following April when my mom was Spring cleaning the garage again. One day mom took all of my cut out pages from the magazine off the wall to throw them out.

“Mom! What are you doing?” I was really upset

“Honey, I know you like to work out in here and that’s fine, but maybe it’s time to maybe get real posters up here. I will will even let you pick them out, but old cut out pages look trashy.”

“But mom, I don’t want posters, I use these for when I workout.”

“They’re not even workout routines, they are just pictures and bios. Almost all of them have red Xs you drew across them”

“Yeah and that’s why I want them, they challenge me.”

“Listen honey if you idolize them that much I am sure we can find posters of fitness women.”

“They aren’t idols, the pictures challenge me.”

“They motivate you sweetie, they do NOT challenge you.”

Challenge, competition, verses, better than, were and still are trigger words in our house.

“They do challenge me but no one gets hurt, or angry, or anything like that. You took me out of sports because I was too competitive with the other girls but these are just pages of women that are probably all old grandmas now.”

“Look, I understand that’s a better outlet but I’m sorry these look like trash. All but 2 have red Xs on them. Looking at all these women it’s good there are only pictures of them, they are really, really ripped.  Especially the two without the Xs on them, they are freaking HUGE! They would squish you like an old tomato.” My mother laughs

“Mom. Can I least have them one more day to finish what I was doing with them? PLEEEEssseee!”

“Listen, I’m GOING to throw these out but I’ll make you a deal. IF you don’t complain or whine about it AND you help me throw out these old ratty looking weights and bench… I’ll take you to Walmart tomorrow and get you a real workout set. Nothing crazy, but you can spend up to like $300.”

“DEAL!!! But could I have like 10 minutes to try to finish what I was doing with these pretty please?”

“Fine, but you have 10 minutes and I’M throwing them out so whatever you are going to do you have to do it with me here young lady.”

“THANK YOU! Give me like five minutes to change!”

#12 Numbers Don’t Lie

Violet’s POV

I ran upstairs to change, came down, and grabbed the two old 5 gallon buckets of paint from my dad’s old business, I then filled them up to half way with sand.

“I thought you were changing? And you’re getting rid of these old paint buckets too by the way.”

“Okay mom. Look at the first page the one with the lady with short hair and read the little blurb at the bottom.”

“It says: ”She came in 3rd at the show, but is one of the strongest women in the competition, with an impressive 145 pound bench press.

“Okay I have 94 lbs of weights, plus the bar making it 106 lbs.”

“106 lbs! That’s a lot of weight!”

“Actually mom... These 5 gallon buckets of paint say 42 lbs, but I only filled the half so they are 21 lbs each.”

I lifted both buckets and hooked the handles over both ends of the bar.

“Violet there is no way you can lift 148 lbs, you’re going to hurt yourself! Look at her, she is all muscles, a PROFESSIONAL bodybuilder and you young lady are… well… a young lady!”

“Mom you can stand here over me and spot. If I can’t then you can help me.”

I was a little nervous because my max was 127 before (only a quarter of the buckets filled) but I was so motivated to finish the 12 woman challenge before my mom threw out the pages plus I had a spotter. I unracked the bar and brought it down until the bar touched my chest and the buckets touched the garage floor. I pressed as hard as I could the weight was tremendous but it was my last chance to cross out the page. It was the highest amount of weight mentioned for any of the women. The buckets slowly started to rise but I was pressing it! I let out a roar and pressed it all the way up!

“Oh my god Violet! I know you have been working out a lot but when did you get so strong!?”

I grabbed the red marker and proudly put a big X across the page. 

“ I need to look up something on my phone really quick.” My mom said

“Wait mom; before you do can you please read the highlighted paragraph on the last page?”

“Okay, it says: She works out 5 days a week to hone her body to perfection and it paid off. She is the winner among 19 women to be crowned the new Female Bodybuilding Champion of the world. In case you were wondering what the best body of in the world looks like check out these numbers: Then there is some stuff below but you crossed most of it out or wrote next to it.”

She then went back to her phone. While she was busy looking at her phone I took off my sweatshirt and pants. When I went up to change earlier I put on my one piece bathing suit under my clothes.

“Mom can you please read the stuff under the blurb below the check out these numbers?”

She looked away from her phone to the page in her hand.

“Um yeah, it says…

Height: 5’6” 4ft 11
Weight: 143 lbs 122
Chest 34 in 31
Waist: 26 in 22
Thighs: 19.5 in
Arms: 12 3/4 in

She read them off mindlessly, her attention was on her phone.

“Uhhhh honey sand weig… OH MY GOD VIOLET!”

I’ve easily hidden my development all winter. My mother’s jaw literally dropped open! She looked at me and then to the picture, then to me again and then to the picture in disbelief.

“She’s a bodybuilder Violet and your… your muscles are almost as big as hers!”

“I’m not trying to be ALMOST as big, please grab the cloth tape next to you.”

She grabbed the sewing kit cloth tape and stood before me in awe.

“She’s a PROFESSIONAL bodybuilder Violet and you… you’re in 8th grade!”

“She’s also 21 lbs heavier, but I’m 7 inches shorter. Her chest is 3 inches bigger, but my waist is 4 inches smaller so my ratio is still better. There are only two measurements left that she was better then me. “

I stuck out my leg and my mom knew immediately what I wanted her to do. She wrapped the tape tight…

“20 and 1/8 inches!” My mother gasped

Thighs: 19.5 in 20 1/8

“Oh my god Violet your muscles are huge!”

“Keep reading below mom”

The new Ms. Olympia undoubtedly has the best arms this sport has ever seen and credits this to her over the top arm workouts. She is on record curling 25 lbs 19 times in a row. In case you were wondering most of the ladies in the competition have a hard time curling 25 lbs once.

I took  the two 5 gallon buckets half full of sand and added a 4.4 pound plastic weight and a 1 lb bar collar to each making them both 25.4 lbs. Then I grabbed the handles and stool tall.

“Violet, that’s what I was looking at on my phone”

“Mom wait please I need to concentrate”

I began to curl them, they were easy at first but got heavier and heavier once I hit 10. The pain was building with every additional rep, by the 17th my arms were trembling and I was sweating buckets but it was my last chance to mark the final X and complete my competition… 18, my arms are on fire but I was taking on fully grown professional bodybuilders I knew I was pushing beyond my limits… 19! I tied her, I tied the most muscular woman in the world at that time! I began to cry from the both the joy and pain but I was not trying to tie her. My throbbing biceps were screaming for me put stop and let the buckets fall but I lift the 25.4 lbs buckets one… last… time…. 20!!!

I did it! My arms felt like they were going to burst. They throbbed, veins I had never seem before pulsated across the baseball sized muscles.

“Mom measure them now!”

I could barley even curl my fists they were so sore but I did and gave the biggest double bicep pose of my life.

“13 and 1/8th! My god Violet they actually look scary. They are so big, and angular, and covered in veins! They are bigger than your father’s ever were!”

I beamed with absolute pride as I wrote:

Arms: 12.5 in 13 1/8

“She was the WORLD’S best bodybuilder, mom I can curl more than she could! Imagine being the best in the world and just a kid.

“VIOLET, that’s what I was looking at on my phone. Those 5 gallon buckets were 43 lbs filled with paint.. but sand is heavier.  5 gallons of sand weighs 70 lbs, each bucket weighs 35 lbs. You were bench pressing 176 lbs and curling 40.4 lbs 20 times in each hand!”

“OMG! Are you serious!? Could you imagine fully grown professional bodybuilders having to admit defeat to an 8th grader!”

That was 2 years ago, if they saw me today they would have walked away from the sport all together.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Okay, I liked this chapter too, a little bit of background on Violet, a little look into where she was before she decided to go full hardcore and start breaking some records and bones. The numbers weren't really impressive, 25lbs for a two hand curl? Not quite world beating numbers, but I guess for a 13-14 year old girl, it's not terrible. Maybe I'm used to her being nearly super strong, so imagining her "weak" is a weird thing. I'm very much looking forward to more grown up Violet, thank you. K+!

[quick]

For some reason I've always been a fan of stories where the main character gets huge, but there's always some other girl just a little bit bigger.

Love this.

[Japagreipe]

Now the title makes sense. Wow! The story did not disappoint. Another master piece in the working.

[winterwolff]

Thank you quick and Japagreipe, I really appreciate the feedback!

[winterwolff]

#13 A Lift From a Friend

Adam’s POV

We have made a lot of changes since the incident at the store several months ago. If you ask me the Violet’s true power does not lye in her arms. Her real power is how she’s managed to uproot our daily lives without a single care. The girl  is most likely going about her life going into high school without a thought of us in months, meanwhile I now shop at the big box store with every hill-rod within 10 a mile radius. I really miss the old family grocer. Paula on the other hand is haunted by Violet everyday. My wife even quit the friendly, everybody’s welcome purple gym and opted to joined a very serious, hardcore, warehouse gym. It’s the type of place that is expensive and exclusive, they give you your own key so you can workout whenever you want and the clientele is much different. It is a gym almost entirely populated by meat-heads and ‘roid beasts. Paula has become one of them and that is where Sheila comes in.

Everyone knows Sheila, she is a 6’1”, 51 year old behemoth. The only way to describe Sheila is big. Big personality, big mouth, but most of all big body. Despite her age, she likes to party and dress like someone 30 years younger. She is a competitive weight-lifter and works a construction job. Sheila is not any kind of stage fitness type. If you didn’t know any better you might think Sheila was just plain fat, at least from a distance, but when you are face to face with her there is no question what is below her layer of padding. She has huge breasts, a big ass, and yet has a somewhat flat stomach. It is by no means defined, and she definitely has a belly when she sits, but compared to the rest of her, her waist is relatively small. Sheila has won several weight-lifting competitions and by the looks of her there is no question why, she is around 200 lbs of woman on a 6’1” frame.

Personally I can’t stand having  Sheila around, she is obnoxious, loud, and boastful but she is our “supplement” supplier, yes ours. Paula and I have been steroid-cycling for a while now, the mail-in stuff doesn’t hold a candle to the real stuff. Paula and I have been working out like beasts, I have kept to my word and can now curl 50 lbs dumbbells for a couple of reps and have a grip strength of 134 lbs. I should have been working out forearms a long time ago, they have really responded well, they are my best muscles by far. There is also something about Sheila that brings out some of the confidence and mojo Paula had lost almost a year ago. Her and Sheila workout together all the time, and occasionally they even head out to the bar afterwards, this was one of those nights. On this particular Friday, I guess now early Saturday the two of them come clamoring in at about 2am, waking me up with their loud laughing and hollering. I come down stairs groggily only to see both women damn near naked! My wife and Sheila are only in bras and panties going through all the poses Paula learned for her past bodybuilding shows.

Neither of them notice me, as they both keep switching off flexing in the entry-way’s mirror and playfully groping each other while drunkenly complimenting each others bodies. As I watch Paula flexing hard in the mirror, putting on a show I am taken back. Paula looks jacked, really jacked! Of course I see her every day, but I have not seen her flex in a very long time. Her friendship with Sheila and the steroids have really kicked up her development. Paula is bigger than she has ever been, not physique competitor big, like actual competitive bodybuilder big! If she goes back to competing again she might actually get that pro card. I have been getting a bit concerned with how muscular she has become for months now, but seeing her actually putting every muscle on display, fully flexed… I am no linger just a “bit” concern about her development. Paula’s flexing surprises me, but Sheila is fucking flooring. Sheila is in a perpetual state of off-season big, the very definition of bulky but I have never seen her flex. Damn it all does she have muscle under that padding. Her arms are as big as my legs and her thighs are the size of my waist! I heard she can bench 270 lbs and curl 60 lbs dumbbells for reps, I no longer have my doubts about those lifts. My wife grabs the fabric measuring tape from the sewing kit and wraps it around the weightlifter’s arm as she flexes.

“Holy fucking damn, 19 and 1/4 inches!” Paula gasps

Holy shit is right! Sheila snatches the tape out of Paula’s hand and guides my wife to the mirror. The power-lifter runs her hand up my wife’s inner thigh causing her to take in a sharp breath before wrapping the measuring tape around it.

“26 inches baby, damn girl.” Sheila coos

As someone who normally likes to spend time between those thighs they have become terrifying. The drunken hulk Sheila is fawning over Paula’s thick, powerful legs when I clear my throat to get their attention. They both turn around a lot less embarrassed than I was expecting them to be, neither one even bothers to cover up!

“Ohhhh hey baby, did we wake you?” My wife giggles

“Look how amazing your wife looks Adam! She is going to mop the floor with that little bitch if she ever tries anything stupid and I will kick her ass too, that stupid little stupid bitch!” Sheila slurs

Oh hell, this again... I know a big part of the reason Paula has packed on all this extra muscle is to defend herself from Violet, although she still says if she wasn’t drunk that night it would have turned out differently. Now I am beginning to fear all this building up is not for shows or even self protection, it’s purely for revenge. That girl lives rent free in my wife’s head and I don’t know how to get her to get over it. It was ONE night, no one even talks about it, but it has changed my wife in nearly every way.

“Seriously, I don’t care if she is a school girl, I will kick her millennial avocado toast eating, ass eating ass!” Paula very drunkenly declares to the room

“Your legs are probably bigger than her whole body!” Sheila shouts

Paula punches her thighs and raises to her toes making her legs explode with even more alarming muscle.

“Fuck yeah, I will crush her like a tube of tooth paste!” My wife yells

They are so fucking drunk and loud.

“That stupid bitches arms are really big for a girl, but look at Sheila’s Adam! Sheila, Sheila, show Adam your fucking guns and I don’t mean your tits!” Paula laughs

Sheila walks up to me uncomfortably close, so close her giant breasts brush my chest. Her wild, watery eyes struggle to focus as she stares into mine. She hits a double bicep pose and I am floored! Her arms are insane! They are not cut, they have a good layer of padding but I think they are almost as big as my head.

“Sheila’s arms are not oranges, they are grapefruits!” Paula howls

“Fuck little oranges” Sheila laughs

The red-head marches past me and actually grabs one of the oranges from our fruit bowl and holds it up to her bicep and it is no contest. She is much bigger, like the size of a small grapefruit! The crazy bitch laughs and crushes the orange against her bicep, juicing it onto the floor. Paula pushes me to the side and walks up to the crazy bimbo to  lick the pulp from her arm! Holy shit! This just got really interesting! The women both start making out with wild abandon! Paula breaks off the kiss and grabs me by my underwear.

“Check this stud out!” She slurs

In a flash my wife yanks down my boxers and my cock springs free, growing in the free air.

“Got damn!” Sheila yells at the sight of my size

The red-head comes up behind Paula and whispers something into her ear. My wife raises an eyebrow.

“Sure, he deserves it”

Sheila turn to me and gives a wicked grin. I am a bit nervous. What exactly do I “deserve”?

The weight-lifer grabs the bottom of her industrial strength looking, beige bra.

“Titty drop!” Sheila bellows

Sheila’s giant breasts spill out as she pulls the bra cups up to her neck. My god they are heavy looking but surprising they don’t droop nearly as much as I would have thought. I’m not gonna lie, I have mentally undressed Sheila before and now seeing them in the flesh I have to admit I did not give her enough credit. They are gigantic, with saucer sized wine colored areolas. Her hefty tits have a pleasant slope, but incredibly do not sag below her wide ribcage. Sheila presses those meat-bags against my chest and grabs my ass hard!

“How much do you weight big guy?”

“161 lbs” I stammer

“Are you ready for the ride of your life big boy?” Sheila coos

I look to Paula and she just winks at me with a grin. The 51 year old heaves me off of my feet! My rock hard cock slides up her soft stomach as she lifts me by my butt! She is using her powerful arms bury my 10 inches between her tits until my head pops out the top of her cleavage.

“Most men I do this too can’t make it all the way though!” Sheila says licking her lips, while staring up at me!

The amazing woman lowers me and lifts me again, and again basically titty-fucking herself with my dick! The brawny red-head wraps her lips around the head of my penis and starts to slowly pump my body up and down with those insane arms! I am about to cum in all of 30 seconds before she abruptly stops. Sheila starts walking backwards, she is being guided by Paula until her back, and my knees are pressed to the wall. My now completely naked wife squats down, removing Sheila’s panties starts licking the weight-lifter’s pussy! The bigger woman moans out and starts to pump me up and down again between her tits again.

“Oh my gawd, this is amazing” Sheila moans

“No Big Red, THIS is amazing!” Paula yells

My knees rub against the salmon paint as I… WE rise up the wall! My wife is lifting Sheila on her shoulders while still going to town on her vag! The 200 plus pound beast and I are both heaved up the wall, powered up by the massive legs of my amazing wife! Thank god for vaulted ceilings.

“Oh my god put us down Paula! You know I am scared of heights!” Sheila says losing her cool

“Well let me put your mind on something else.” Paula coos

I have never known Paula to consider playing for the other team before, but apparently she is pretty good at it because Sheila has stopped being scared and is digging her fingers into my ass hard, moaning like a porn star consumed by what Paula is doing to her. My body lowers down and rests on the red-head’s hips, just above my wife’s head. Unfortunately for me Paula’s talented tongue has taken all of Sheila’s attention. Not to miss an opportunity I lift Sheila’s giant, tits to my face alternately giving attention to each nipple, each grows to nearly the size of fucking AA batteries! Each breast is so heavy in my hands I find myself actually getting a little fatigued after a couple of minutes… Holy shit, my arms are cramping from holding up a pair of boobs and 51 year old has been taking on my entire weight in her arms for 3 minutes now! Not only that, my wife has been holding us BOTH up for nearly as long!

“PAULA!” I involuntarily scream out!

My wife’s finger impales my rectum, all the way to the palm!

“Don’t be shy, you know you like it” Paula playfully taunts

“I sometimes like a little ass play, but I also like a warning!”

“and YOU, you monster titted tease I know what you like too. You need to finish him off properly little bitch. You better make him cum or I will have to punish you.” Paula says sternly

Oh my god! My drunken wife presses my body upwards with one arm! Sheila does as she’s told, lifting me up to her mouth again. Apparently the power-lifter who could crush a man’s skull with her bare hands is into being dominated. Just before my cock head gets to her chin Sheila’s eyes roll to the back of her head and she starts to convulse! The beast is overcome and rides out a huge orgasm on my wife’s shoulders! As her orgasm recedes, so does she.

“That was amazing, but please put me down Paula, I hate heights and I’m freaking out.”

My wife relents, Sheila’s spasming body slides down the wall, but I do not. Paula’s elbow is locked and holds me high against the wall with a single arm as her friend slips down Paula’s body to her knees! Paula places her hand on the red-head’s head and not so subtly guides her face to her own pussy to return the favor. Sheila grabs my wife’s powerful bubble ass in both hands as she eats out my wife tenderly. Unfortunately for the Sheila, Paula is not in the mood for tender, I have been in her position and it is scary. My wife grabs Sheila’s hair and starts to force her pussy hard into her friend, she is roughly forcing the red-head’s face against her swollen clit. As Paula controls Sheila with one hand she starts to move her finger in my puckered asshole 7 1/2 feet in the air! She is agitating my insides, milking my prostate pumping faster, and faster until I can’t take it anymore and shoot shot after shot of hot semen between the wall and my stomach! I hear the sounds of Sheila choking on Paula’s own cum as she forces her gushing orgasm down her throat! In that moment I realize my wife is back.