Thanks for the compliments guys. And don't worry Jeremy, I like the super strong women too, I'm just working up to that.
Sonja, love that red dress! Exactly what I was thinking. I think her boobs should be a little bigger, but aside from that she's perfect. I've always loved all your work, and I can't wait to see what else you have on the back burner for us.
So without any further ado, here's the next chapter
Dear Diary (Muscularity:5),
Well, I sure had a strange day. You know when you get really good at something, and you start to think that you're the best in the world at it. Then you meet someone else who's so much better than you that you realize you're just a novice. Well something like that happened to me today.
I was at the gym after school, as always. It's been a month since I broke that guys bench press record, and I've just gotten stronger and stronger since. Now I'm using that 855lb barbell for my warm up set. I'm not sure what my max is now, the most I can load on a bar is 965lbs, and I can put that up for 12 reps.
I've turned into somewhat of a goddess at the gym. My super strength, along with stunning good looks is more than most guys can handle. Most of the time when I work out, everyone else just sits there staring at me with gaping mouths over how strong I am. It's gotten to the point where I do most of my heavy lifting after the gym closes so that I can be alone. When I'm there after school, I'm mostly doing cardio and flexibility stuff. Most of the guys don't even realize how strong I've really gotten.
That's especially true for the new guys coming into the gym who have never seen me workout before. None of them realize how strong this body really is. I suppose I don't blame them, they're usually big, muscular 200+ lb guys, while at 5'4" 137lbs, I'm kind of in that gray area between buff fitness model and small body builder. I certainly don't look anywhere near as strong as I am, which is fine by me. I enjoy showing guys just what this body can do.
Like take today for example. This 6'2 hunk named Steve comes in. Guy is pretty nicely muscled, I'm guessing he's got about 80-90lbs on me, of course I have no doubt that he's nowhere close to me in the strength department. Guy muscle is nowhere near as powerful as the ones on this body.
So I'm on the treadmill, doing a light warm up jog, when Steve comes in all dressed for his workout. Of course his eye almost immediately find me, every guy's do. My workout attire is this skimpy two piece that's barely more than a string bikini. It's a bright electric blue, certain to draw guys attention, once they see me, my DD's are normally enough to keep that attention, especially as I'm jogging on the treadmill and they're bouncing up and down. I can almost see Steve's eyes bouncing up and down in their sockets as he stares.
Anyhow, after ogling me for a couple minutes, Mr Smoothie, jumps up onto the treadmill beside me and starts a jog of his own. He introduces himself and tries to start a conversation. I do a little flirting, making sure he gets a ample time to check out the twins. Then I make a big show of checking out how fast he's going. You see, on the treadmills at our gym, your speed is listed in these big digital letters. He's been running at about 8 mph, not bad for a guy, but I snicker anyhow. Steve, of course realizes what I'm doing, so he glances at my treadmill to see my speed. I know exactly when his eyes get to the display that reads 15 mph, cause he gasps in surprise and nearly trips and falls off his treadmill. You see, 15 mph would be sprinting for most guys, but I've been running that fast for the whole 15 minutes that Steve's been up here, and I'm barely breathing hard.
Of course being a macho jock, Steve feels the need to beat me, or at least match me. So he starts running faster until he is up to 15 mph also. This is probably the first time that Steve realizes how fast that is. To his credit, he's able to keep that pace up for almost 2 minutes before he has to stop exhausted. I can't suppress a smile. Beating guys at any physical activity is what I'm all about. Now it's time to show Steve how outclassed he really is. As he watches me with open mouth amazement, I start running faster and faster. Steve watches in disbelief as my speedometer keeps climbing and climbing until it finally gets up to 30 mph! My legs are moving in almost a blur as I cruise at that speed for about 10 minutes. Finally, display of dominance complete, I stop, only slightly winded.
Now after I've completely humiliated a guy at the gym, they will do one of two things. Either they'll walk away with their heads down, some never to return, or they'll assume that it was some kind of fluke, and try to beat me at something else. Steve chose the later.
Determined to impress me, Steve heads over to the chin up bar and starts cranking out some pull ups. Again, I'm mildly impressed as Steve winds up cranking out 45 before dropping to the ground. He gives me a little flex to show off his supposed manliness. I like it when they boast, it makes it all the sweeter when I totally demolish them.
I saunter over to Steve and ask him if he could boost me up to the bar. I could easily jump up there, but I'd like to give the guy a chance to feel the goods. He grabs me around the waist, a little surprised by the hardness he feels, then with a grunt, he muscles my 137lbs up to the bar. I get myself a good grip and then, as Steve releases me, I quickly wrap my legs around his chest, making sure I have him in a firm, though not painful hold. Now it's time to show Steve that this upper body is more than just a pair of tits. You see, a pull up is hardly an exercise for someone who lifts many times her own body weight in every exercise. Steve only weighs about 220, so he doesn't make it a whole lot more difficult, yet it will only drive home that much more how totally out classed he is.
Making sure I had a firm grip around Steve and the pull up bar, I start my set. Even with Steve's added weight, this is ridiculously easy for me. My arms move like pistons as I pump us both up and down over and over. I blow past 45 reps without even slowing down and make it up to 60 before I get bored. Most of the time that would be enough humiliation for my mark, but I was feeling a little frisky today, so I thought I take it a little further. I did another pull up, but this time, instead of stopping as my chin reached the bar, I kept lifting. My pulling turned to pushing as I lifted my entire upper body over the pull up bar, my legs (and Steve) still hanging below. Locking my elbow and shoulders, I started lifting my legs up (and Steve) until my toes were pointed right up at the ceiling. I was doing a perfect handstand, on top of the pull up bar.
Well, Steve was not to crazy about being suspended between my legs, a good 10 feet above the ground, so he starts squirming. It makes it a little harder to balance as he constantly shifts his weight, but my years of gymnastics training and my incredible strength are more than able to compensate, and I'm able to keep us rock steady up in the handstand position. Still, I don't want to take any chances that we might fall, so I give Steve a quick squeeze with my thighs. He screams out in pain, and gets the message. I tell him to remain perfectly still. Once I'm sure he'll stop moving, I continue with my workout. Slowly, under complete control, I lower our combined weights down until my nose barely grazes the pull up bar. I hold that pose for a second, and then just as slowly and with just as much control, I push up both back up toward the ceiling, executing a perfect handstand push up.
I do rep after rep, each slow and steady to increase the resistance on my muscles. After 30 reps, I'm rewarded as I actually start to feel a bit of a burn, at 40 reps I can really feel my muscles working. I stopped at 50 reps. I probably could have done a few more, but poor Steve, who I almost forgot was up there, let out this little moan. I tucked my chin in to look up at him and noticed a wet spot on his shorts. Looks like it's just another man who can't handle the power of a real woman.
Keeping my arms straight and locked, I swung down, my body moving in a wide arc. As I passed the bottom of my swing and started back up again, I released my grip on Steve. He went flying across the gym and smashed into a group of guys 20' away who'd been gawking at me the whole time. The whole group of them went down like a bunch of bowling pins, it was a perfect strike. I swung around the bar a couple more times before letting go. I sailed through the air doing twists and flips before landing gently on my feet in a dismount that would surely score a perfect 10 in any gymnastic competition.
Up to this point, it was a fairly standard day at the gym, but that was about to change. I heard someone clapping behind me. I turned to see this woman standing there. She was by far the most impressive woman I'd ever seen. She stood several inches taller than 6' with a perfect hour glass figure. Her breasts were enormous and threatened to burst out of the tight fitting leotard she was wearing. But what really impressed me was her muscles. Even relaxed her arms were huge. Her one arm was probably the size of both of mine together. Now there are several women that go to my gym, many of them bigger than me, though none of them close to as strong, but none were anywhere close to as imposing as this woman. For about the first time I can remember, I was actually a little intimidated.
So she introduces herself as Anna, and tells me how impressed she was with my strength, grace, and beauty. She tells me she runs a gym, just for women, and asks me if I'd like to join. Well, I'd looked at women's gyms before and I wasn't impressed. It was just a bunch of ladies doing aerobics and yoga. So I tell her no thanks, that I'm way too strong to work out at a woman's gym. Anna just laughs and tells me that I am strong, for a guy, but if I really wanted to unlock my full potential that I should join her gym.
Strong for a guy, huh. I think Anna needed to see just how strong I was. So I grabbed the biggest barbell we had in the gym, and loaded it with as many plates as it would take, 10 45lb plates on either side. 965lbs all together, the heaviest weight in the gym. I reached down, making sure Anna was watching and lifted the thing up to my waist. A pretty impressive feat, very few men in the world could duplicate it, but nothing compared to what I had in mind. I jerked the weight up to my chest (965lbs is still a little too heavy for me to curl). I made sure I had a good grip, and then with a heave and a grunt, I pressed the bar overhead using just the strength of my arms. 965lbs was just about my max at the shoulder press. There was not a man alive who could lift so much. As I locked my hands over my head, I looked triumphantly at Anna, sure she'd be awed by my might.
But she wasn't! She was standing there with this bored expression on her face, like what I was doing wasn't totally incredible. I was starting to get a little mad, so I lowered the weight and did another rep, this one taking almost all of my strength. She still wasn't impressed. I lowered the weight, and tried another rep, but I bit off a little more than I could chew. I felt my arms shake and I knew the weight was about to fall, but just as I was about to loose control, Anna reached out, grabbed the middle of the bar with one arm, and snatched it out of my hand like it was a stick.
I couldn't believe it! It was half a ton! It was really heavy! Yet Anna held it in her hand like it was weightless. As I sat there ogling at her, she started curling the thing with one hand as if her hand was empty. She did 30, 40, 50 reps all the time smiling and showing no signs of exertion. I don't know what was more impressive, her unbelievable strength, or the size her bicep ballooned up to with every curl. I'd never seen an arm so big in my life, it was as big as my head. After her 50 reps she simply tossed the thing up in the air over her head with a flick of her wrist and just as easily caught it with her other hand. Then she did 50 easy reps with the other hand, all the while flexing her other enormous bicep.
I couldn't help myself. I went up to her and started feeling her bicep. Touching it, squeezing it. It was harder than steel. Even with my awesome strength I couldn't dent it in the least. In quiet conversational tones, seemingly unaware of the 1/2 ton she continuously curled, she told me that I could have that much power and more. All I had to do was join her gym and she would unlock power in me that I never knew existed. How do you turn down an offer like that.
Smiling as I accepted, Anna finally turned her attention to the weight she was lifting. She grabbed the thing with both hands for the first time, and then, in the most impressive display of force I'd ever seen, crushed the entire thing into a formless blob of metal. Her work done, she tossed the heavy heap over her shoulder. The entire gym shook as the weight hit the floor. Then I followed Anna out of my old gym, excited to see how powerful I could become.