Tammy O'Kearne, Her Father's Son

[Edhellion]

Tom O'Kearne, a proud Irish farmer by birth who had migrated to America, had always wanted a son, so when his wife gave birth to a daughter instead, he was a tad disappointed. He was shocked when all hopes of a second child were dashed into the ground when his wife died five days after having given birth, due to major blood loss, as his 'little' girl was a whopping eleven pounds at birth. Tom had wanted to name the child after himself, as he had been named after his father, but since it was a girl, he and his Maura settled on Tammy instead. Because her mother had been too weak to breastfeed her child, Tammy was raised on raw cow's milk, which is different from the stuff you buy at the supermarket. Among its distinctive traits is a high amount of proteins, so that Tammy was provided with plenty of those within the first weeks of her life. Among the first events that took place in her early life, was the funeral of her mother, though Tammy was far too young to understand why everybody was crying. Everybody except for her, that is, for she wasn't the crying kind of baby.

Here lies Maura O'Kearne
Wife of Thomas O'Kearne
Proud mother of Tammy
RIP

Farm life took up almost all of Tom's time and as he'd never thought that he would have to raise the child, he was ill prepared. He hardly knew what a baby ate and so he simply cooked for the both of them and spoon-fed Tammy until her plate was empty. There was no money for a nurse or au pair, and the nearest neighbour lived five miles away, so that Tom simply took Tammy with him whenever he was planting or harvesting crops or tending his animals.

Because of her special diet, Tammy grew faster than any other baby on record and whenever Tom took her into town, no one would believe that this was his own daughter, who by the reckoning of the villagers was way too young to be so big. Besides, Tammy was already walking when she was barely three months old, though her language acquisition went at a rate that might be expected from a girl that had little contact with anyone except her father. When she was four years old, she went to kindergarten, because Tom knew she had to learn how to deal with other children. The kindergarten was a seven mile ride through rough country away from the farm, so that both Tom and the teachers were alarmed when one day Tammy appeared to have walked away. Naturally, the fences and hedges surrounding the school were meant to keep four-year-old children in, but Tammy was way taller than any normal four-year old. She had been a big baby and since she was also fed with a diet of highly nutrient food with plenty of protein, she was half a foot taller than all the other kids. It had therefore been easy for her to climb over the fence and run off.

The kindergarten nurse had called Tom in a panic, saying, 'I'm sorry, sir, but it seems your daughter has run off. We'll do whatever we can to find her.'
The police was alarmed as well and the whole village was in an uproar, but then, a couple of hours later, she had simply shown up at the farm's front door. She had walked the whole way from kindergarten to the farm, seven miles through rough terrain, and she hadn't shed a single tear. What's more, she'd managed to find her way, which she'd only known from inside a car.

Yet where most fathers would have been extremely relieved their daughter had returned, Tom hardly acknowledged it as anything extraordinary, and he'd simply returned to his cooking. No word was spoken about what had happened. And though that meant he showed no joy, he also wasn't angry with her and he didn't even reprimand her. It was just something the girl had done and if she'd enjoyed it, she was welcome to do it again as far as he was concerned.

When she was six years old, her father thought her old enough to do some chores around the farm, like milking the cows and riding the tractor. He treated her no different than he would have if she had been a boy and expected her to be physically as strong as the boys her age.   

Now. many wondrous things happened in her youth, but suffice it to say that she became one of the biggest and strongest girls of the state (or boys for that matter) and we pick up her story when she was eighteen years old, 6'8" and a very impressive 250 lbs. Her father was becoming an old man and Tammy took care of most of the jobs on the farm single-handedly. Sometimes they would have some guy looking for a job to assist her, but none of them really added anything to the vast amounts of work she performed every day. Besides, most of those men were gawking at her feats of strength anyway, rather than performing a lot of work themselves.

Among those feats of strength, there were several that were recounted in the local bar. These were considered tall tales told by drunks by all those who had never encountered Tammy in the flesh, but those that had met her, knew that they might be unexaggerated.

For example, it was said that she would shoe the horses at the farm herself, which would require some heavy smithing. But that was not all. Ol' Joseph said that he had seen her bend a horseshoe with her bare hands and the other men at the bar could do little but laugh uneasily. Then there had been the time that the horses all suffered from Equine Viral Arteritis while the cornfields needed ploughing and some of the schoolkids had said that they had seen Tammy dragging a plough through the fields all by herself. And when the milkman came to collect his milk at the farm every week, she would simply lift the barrels into his van.

The boys who had hit puberty often went to a nearby cliff that overlooked a lake, because it was said that Tammy swam in the lake naked and every single boy in the village had at one time or other dreamed of Tammy's body. Sure, there were other pretty girls in town, but none of them had bodies that equalled Tammy's sheer perfect athleticism and though none of the boys dared to admit it to the others, they all thought this athletic perfection was superior to any hourglass figure or Kardashian-like ass.

'No way Tammy is the hottest girl in school,' they used to brag. 'I mean, who would fancy muscles on a girl? She's way too masculine!'

'Yeah, that's right. And she's so big! I wouldn't mind pressing my head between those tits of hers, but that's about as high as I can get.'

'She would have to bend over to kiss me on the mouth,' a small guy laughed.

'Imagine what it would take for her to give you a blowjob.'

'Hell, I wouldn't dare to put my dick in her mouth.'

'I probably couldn't even get an erection if she were sucking on my dick,' said Spencer, the coolest guy in town.

But secretly Spencer had tried to ask Tammy out for a date and she had flat-out refused him. She'd been subtle about it and hadn't laughed in his face, but there had been a look of almost pity in her eyes when she had said he was very cute and all that, but... And that look of pity had been worse than her laughing out loud would have been.

None of the guys had ever caught Tammy swimming naked in the lake, because she only swam early in the morning. Every day she woke at four and would go through a private triathlon-routine before breakfast. On day one, she would take a four-mile run to the lake, where she in fact dived off the very cliff where the boys went out to look for her. It was a twenty-foot drop and Tammy had the strange habit of diving down so that she hit the surface of the water with the flat of her stomach. It had made her abs rock-hard, harder than would have been possible through mere  sit-ups and she'd been diving like this for years on end, every single day. She would then swim to the shore, which was about a mile away. On that first day, she would cycle home, taking a detour through the hilly terrain, so that she cycled fifty miles every day. On the second day, she would do the thing in reverse, cycling to the lake and running back, so that her bicycle would be waiting for her on the third day. And on like this every day. On the first day of every month, she would time her routine and it was her goal to improve her record every single month. So far she had always succeeded in this. By the time she was eighteen, it took her only a little over two hours to complete her private triathlon, after which she simply took breakfast and started working before seven. Tammy had never been interested in working out in a gym, which she found both boring and useless. She would sometimes overhear the boys talking about how much they lifted and she would then do the math in her mind, only to conclude that shoulder pressing seventy lbs would be much easier than lifting the 120 lbs barrels into the milkman's van on Fridays. She didn't like to boast, though and when the boys asked her how much she lifted, she simply answered that she had no time to go to the gym and that those numbers they mentioned sounded really impressive. Surely, she said, she would never be able to lift those herself.

[Edhellion]

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[Wookey]

Loving this story

[phil123]

Great start and hope she will show her strenght