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[Jeremy Lightning]

Very nice stuff man! More awesome power from this tiny powerful girl, can't wait to see more! My only complaint, and it's a small one, I wish Jim weighed a hundred pounds more! k+!

[Jeremy Lightning]

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[Jeremy Lightning]

It's a shame that this thread has gone all the way to the middle of the second page, please hurry up and continue this spoonmaster! k+!

[sonja]

I have no idea why spoonmaster did not post the next chapter.
Pictures are finished.

Hope he will post soon.

[spoonmaster]

Hey everyone, sorry it took so long to get up the next part.  I don't always have a lot of free time to write, so I'll get up new chapters as quickly as I can.  Hopefully, the next part will be finished really soon.

So now without any further ado, here's more of our little story.






Chapter 2b:


Jen was having the greatest day of her life.  Hell she was having the greatest month of her life.  First she found out that she was unusually strong for someone her size.  Then she met a world-class strength coach willing to train her.  What were the odds of that!  Jen just knew it was her destiny.

Her belief was only confirmed as she got set in her training routine.  Bud was a slave driver.  He set her a training regimen that, combined with school, left her basically no free time.  Outside of school, he controlled nearly every facet of her life.  When she slept, how much she slept, what she ate and when she ate it, including dietary supplements, calisthenics, running, stretching, and of course a double helping of weight lifting.  After one week of training, Jen was almost ready to throw in the towel.  She had no idea her training would be so involved, so time consuming.  But whenever she thought of throwing in the towel, Bud was there, giving her just the encouragement that she needed.  He was her rock during those early days.  He took on her training with an intensity she would never have believed possible from someone who was clearly a drunk.  But whatever she smelt on his breath, he always attacked every single training session with ferocity and focus.  He certainly seemed to know what he was talking about.  The results had spoken for themselves. 

After just one week, Jen really began noticing a difference.  In how she felt, how she looked, how she was able to perform.  She could clearly see some added size and definition all over her body.  She had only been working out for a month, and already she'd added 6lbs, all solid muscle!  A decent gain for someone who had only weighed 92lbs.  And it was all over too.  She had gains in her legs as well as her arms, and her torso as well.  But it wasn't the added muscle that made her beam with pride, it was the strength that she'd added in such a short time.

Right now she was in the gym, her home away from home, with Bud at her side, as always.  She lay down on a bench and grasped the bar above her.  Bud was standing over her, in a spotter's position.  She gazed at the weights on either side of the bar she was about to lift.  Two 45lb plates sat on either side of the 45lb bench press bar; a total of 225lbs!  She was lifting 80lbs more than she was when she had started.  She felt the familiar anticipation as Bud helped her move the weight up off the rack, followed by exhilaration as he let go so that she supported the entire weight on her own.  225lbs wasn't going to break any strength records, but for a girl her size, it was truly an amazing feat.

Jen lowered the bar down to her chest, taking in a deep breath.  Then with a heave and an exhale she thrust the bar back into the air.  She tried to put all of her concentration into the task at hand, but as she lifted the bar she couldn't help but to remember just that morning when she lifted Jim up over her head.  Sure, Jim wasn't exactly a "big guy".  He was as tiny for a man as she was for a woman, but he was a grown man.  She remembered not to long ago when she would lift up little Jack, pretending he was a grown man.  Now she was strong enough to make that fantasy come true.  She wondered if she'd ever get strong enough to lift someone the size of Bud.

"Concentrate!"  Bud snapping at her woke her from her reverie and she set back to the task at hand.  225lbs really was a lot of weight, not far from her max.  It was foolish not to give it her full concentration.  With her focus renewed, she was able to knock out a good 5 reps before her arms could move no more.  Bud was there in and instant, helping her rerack the weight.

"5 reps!"  Bud could be a hard ass sometimes when he was trying to push her, but even after a month, he still couldn't help but to be impressed when she lifted heavy.  "I still have to pinch myself once a day to make sure I'm actually awake."  Jen blushed at the compliment.  She was developing a little bit of a crush on Bud, she had a thing for big men.

She got up and accepted the towel that Bud handed her.  She was tired and sweaty.  She'd been going at it for almost 2 hours now.  That was her last set of the day.  "It's hard not to do well when I have a teacher as good as you." 

Now it was Bud's turn to blush.  Jen was pretty sure that Bud was attracted to her as well, but he kept their training sessions so intense, there usually wasn't much time for flirting.  Not to mention, Bud got so into training Jen that it was sometimes hard to gauge his emotions.

Of course with the session winding down, Jen's playful side started to come out.  "Besides, you don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone else you're getting out lifted by a girl!"

Jen could be good at reading people, when she bothered to pay attention, which wasn't as often as she should.  She was quite a dreamer.  But as she looked at the smile on Bud's face, she wasn't all that sure that the thought of being out lifted by a girl would upset him too much at all.  "Well, let's not get too carried away.  You're not quite that strong yet."

Jen swayed over to Bud and gave his arm a little squeeze.  "Oh yeah, let's see what you got big boy."

There was just something about the psyche of a man that won't let him back down from a challenge once issued, especially if it was a girl half your size challenging you to a test of strength.  Bud only hesitated for a second before grabbing some more discs.  He added another 45lb plate to each side of the bar.

Now Bud didn't exactly have the physique you'd expect from a strength athlete.  His limbs lacked any kind of definition, but they were thick, and if you knew were to look, you could see some hidden power there.  The fact that he was a world famous, or infamous as the case may be, strength coach meant that he knew the perfect form for lifting and every single trick in the book.  Put it all together, and the 5'11 230lb man was stronger than he looked. 

He asked Jen to help him get the weight off the rack.  She happily obliged, and then let go, interested to see what the old guy was made of.  He clearly found the weight heavy, she could tell just by looking at his face.  With shaking arms, he lowered the weight down to his chest, took a few deep breaths, and then with a scream of effort and mighty heave, pushed up with all of his might.  The bar didn't exactly fly off his chest, but slowly but surely the weight was lifted higher and higher until Bud was finally able to lock his arms.  Jen was certain he wasn't going to try for a second lift, so she grabbed the bar, and helped him to rerack it.

Jen was genuinely impressed and more than a little turned on.  Bud was certainly a lot stronger than he looked, and she found strength oh so arousing.  "That was amazing, Bud.  I bet there aren't a lot of guys who can do that."

Bud smiled at the compliment.  "No I guess there aren't.  Though there are a few who can do a whole lot better."

"Have you ever seen a woman lift that much?"

"Sure.  But there are a lot fewer of them who can do it than guys.  Personally I've only ever met two women who could bench that."  He looked over at Jen and flashed her a smile.  "Though I'm hoping to one day add a third."

Jen looked at the weight hungrily.  It had been such a high earlier when she out lifted Jim.  It made her feel so powerful, so hot.  But he was just a waif.  To be able to out lift someone like Randolf "Bud" Weiser though, that would be on a whole other level.  "I want to try."

"Huh, try what?"  Bud saw where she was looked and his eyebrows raised in shock.  "What?  No!  Are you kidding?  You're a strong little girl, but that's a bit out of your league.  You try lifting that thing, you're gonna get hurt."

"Oh come on, don't be such a spoil sport.  I just want to give it a little try."

"I don't think so, Little Jen, not today.  But I promise you, if you keep up with your training, and keep developing like you have, it won't be long before you can lift such a weight."

Jen wasn't much one for waiting.  Nor was she used to not getting her way.  She knew she was a hot girl, and hot girls always got what they wanted.  "Awe, come on Bud.  You of all people should know how powerful this little body of mine is."  Jen grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it up over her head, freeing her breasts.  She was always jealous of her roommate Mary, who had huge breasts.  Guys were always falling all over themselves to do whatever she wanted.  But Jen's small breasts were pert and well suited to her body.  Plus being naked always helped.

Jen knew she had him.  Bud was making no attempt to keep from staring at her now naked, toned breasts.  Men were almost too easy.  "Besides, I'll have my big strong man right here to make sure that nothing happens to little ole me."  She grabbed her shorts and slowly slid them from her waist and down her legs, wiggling her hips back and forth as she did.  She smiled to herself as she heard Bud gasp.  Not only was she not wearing any underwear beneath her shorts, but she was also shaved clean and smooth.  Jen couldn't help but to smile.  She simply loved the way she was ogling her naked body, it made her feel so damned sexy.  Time for the cherry on top.  "Who knows, Bud?  If you're really nice and help me out, I might give you a nice little treat when we're done."

She almost pitied him; he really had no choice.  Men were such basic creatures.  It was so easy to change which head they thought with.  But this was hardly the first time Jen used her body to get a guy to do something he would not normally do, and hell, as long as it kept working, it would hardly be the last.

Bud walked over to take a spotting position, grumbling at being bullied by the sexy little girl.  Jen did her duty by sensually swaying over to the weight, making sure he got a good eyeful of her body in motion.  She took her place on the bench, and spread her legs wide; she could almost smell the drool building up in his mouth.  She arched her back, sticking her chest out proudly and then grabbed the bar above her with her hands.  She made sure she had a good grip, and then blew Bud a kiss.  With a mighty heave, she pushed up on the bar with all her might.  Bud took her cue and helped her push the weight up off the rack.  Together they moved the bar until it was up straight over her chest.  The thrill of anticipation filled Jen as she prepared to take the full weight into her hands and show Bud just how powerful a woman could be.  She felt a tingling sensation over her entire body at the thought of showing off her power.  It was time to show Bud who the stronger sex really was.  Bud let go of the bar and stepped back...

HOLY FUCK!  This thing is heavy as shit!  Was the voice screaming inside of Jen's head as Bud released the weight.  Her arms trembled with all their might as she struggled to keep the heavy weight from crashing down on her, an event that she was sure would crush the life out of her.   The very thought brought fear.  Suddenly everything that was in her mind was gone, replaced by the fear of getting crushed by this ungodly heavy weight.  Her heart pounded in her chest as adrenaline surged through her veins.  But it was hardly enough.  Her whole body was shaking now under the strain of the weight, but Jen was helpless to do anything about it.  "Oh my God," she thought, "I'm going to die!"

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Randolf watched Jen struggle with the weight with only a slight bit of disappointment.  He had been around strength athletes his entire life.  He knew exactly how much she worked out with, and he knew down to the ounce the exact amount of weight she would be capable of lifting on her own.  He also knew that 315lbs was simply out of her league.  He knew all that, and yet, when she asked him to try it, there was a small part of his brain that thought, if there was ever a person in the world who could do the impossible, it was this little powerhouse that had just a month ago come into his gym and changed his life.

Randolf's entire life was centered on strength.  Everything he'd ever done, everything he'd ever learned, everything he'd ever taught was all about strength and making people as strong as they could be.  Yet in all his years, he'd never met anyone like Jen before.  Oh he'd trained plenty of big, brawny guys, plenty of guys who'd clearly been born to be strong.  But he'd never met someone with the amazing untapped potential that Jen had.  He'd never seen anyone who so naturally powerful, or anyone who developed so quickly.  She was like a sponge, soaking up not only all his knowledge and wisdom in the area of strength training, but it was like she literally soaked up strength through her every pore.  It seemed that every single day she saw him, she was stronger than the day before.  And his obsession with strength, coupled with Jen's natural allure and beauty, made him falling in love with her a given.

He knew deep down in his heart that she would be his greatest achievement.  If she kept up her rate of advancement for just another couple of months, she'd still wind up being the strongest woman he'd ever heard of.  But she was not there yet, not today.

Randolf reached his arms out, grabbed the bar, and lifted with as much of his strength as he could.  He could hear her gasping out in relief as the tremendous weight was eased.  Between the two of them, they were able to move the bar back to the rack.  Jen let her arms drop in exhaustion.  If she thought she was sore now, tomorrow she'd really feel it.

She sat up, still slightly trembling with fear.  The fear was plain on her face when she was struggling with the weight.  He had let her feel it for a moment on purpose.  It was an important lesson for everyone to learn, about biting off more than you can chew.  But now the lesson was over, and it was time to comfort her. 

He pulled her up to stand before him and started to gently rub his hands up and down her arms.  He whispered gently into her ear, soft words of encouragement and assurance.  Slowly he could feel the tension leave her limbs.  The trembling stopped, and her breathing returned to normal. 

He started to move his hands over other parts of her body, her shoulders, her back.  He pressed his thumbs deep into her muscles, trying to relax them, marveling at how hard they felt, how smooth her skin was. 
     
She let out a light moan, clearly enjoying his touch.  He looked down at her naked body, could feel himself aroused by her fit, toned form.  He allowed his hands to drop down to her thin waist, gently caressing the tight muscles of her core.  She moaned again, he knew where to touch. 

He leaned down and gave her a soft, gentle kiss on the nape of her neck, then her shoulder.  She reached behind her and grabbed his leg, it was the only sign he needed to know it was okay to keep going.

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His hands reached further up her body, traveling over the silky smooth valley of her taught tummy before reaching the soft supple mounds of her breasts.  Her breasts weren't huge, they disappeared under his large hands, but they were the pert, perfectly formed breasts of a teenager.  He gently squeezed, marveling at how firm they were, stunned that even softest part of her body pulsed with untold power. 

He started to lower his hands, unsure over whether or not he went too far.  But as soon as he moved his hand, her hand was on it, leading it back up to her chest, so he continued.  He ran his hands over her breasts, squeezing her nipple between his fingers.  He felt them lengthen, heard her moan louder.  He knew she wanted him; he definitely wanted her.  It was time.  Tonight, everything was going to change between them.




To be continued...

[Jeremy Lightning]

Awesome continuation man! I was wondering what was taking so long, you know me, I'm not known for my patience, but it was well worth the wait! k+!

[spoonmaster]

All right, since it had been so long, I decided I'd try to pump out two chapters this week, so here is your next chapter.  Things are really starting to heat up.  Mind you, don't be expecting two chapters every week, but I'll knock them out when I get the chance.




Chapter 2c:


Jen was disappointed that she was unable to lift the barbell.  At least she finally started feeling disappointment once the fear subsided.  She was getting to far ahead of herself, and she knew it, but she wanted so badly to be that strong, and part of her thought, if she wanted something badly enough, then she should be able to make it happen.  Unfortunately, little girl fantasies, and reality never quite meshed. 

She was ready to start sulking.  Jen was fully capable of pouting with the best of them, but then Bud started touching her.  At first it was a nice relief.  She felt all the tension simply melt from her body at his touch, and the words of comfort he whispered into her ear were exactly what she needed to hear. 

Then she started to notice the breathing on her neck more than the words themselves.  His hands were no longer massaging out the stress, but caressing the flesh.  She liked it; she liked it a lot.  Jen always liked older men, they always seemed to know what they were about.  Bud was no exception.  He knew exactly where to touch her.  The feeling of his lips caressing her skin, his deft touch on her body, it was all done with the steady hand of experience.  She let her mind and body go, she released her fear, her disappointment, all her emotions, and gave way to her passion.

She allowed his hands to freely wander across her body.  Every now and then moving them to her more sensitive areas.  He was so good with his hands.  She could feel waves of pleasure wash over her body as he expertly stimulated her.

Then he lifted her.  Her 98lbs offering no resistance to the big 5'11, 230lb man.  He cradled her up in his arms, and pulled her mouth up to his.  They hungrily devoured each other, their tongues entwined in a passionate dance.  He carried her back over to the weight bench, and gently set her down.  They kissed for a while longer before his mouth left hers and started to travel down her body, first raining kissing upon her neck before stopping at her breasts. 

The pleasure his lips gave her was amplified by the tenderness of her breasts.  She squirmed under him as he brought her pleasure to new heights.  She reached out, grasping at the weight equipment around her to steady herself for the pleasure yet to come.  He ate eagerly at her breasts, sucking on each of her plump, pink nipples with such skill he brought her to almost the pinnacle of ecstasy right there.  But he wasn't done yet.

His mouth left her breasts, and traveled further down her body, tenderly kissing her flat tummy, and then lower, and lower, and lower, until he reached her steaming hot box. 

"Oh god!"  Jen's waves of pleasure reached new heights as Bud's tongue tickled her clit.  Damn, the man used his tongue better than any man she'd ever been with.  She bucked wildly on the bench as Bud sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her.  She was now totally immersed in the throws of ecstasy as she got nearer and nearer to her climax.

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All of a sudden, Bud stopped.  What the fuck!  Stupid man!  She was so damned close!  She looked down to see what the hell was going on.  Bud was kneeling there, between her legs, but his face was no longer down in her crotch, it was now looking up at her with a stunned look of awe.  No, not at her, above her.  She followed his gaze, to see what could have possibly made him stop.

Jen nearly fell off the bench in shock at what she saw.  She vaguely remembered reaching out to grab onto the weight equipment to brace herself against her throws of pleasure.  She didn't realize that she actually had grabbed the barbell.  That of itself was not very shocking.  What was shocking was the fact that that barbell was no longer on the rack!  It was suspended above her, being held up by her own two arms!

That's impossible!  She just stared up at the weight, not comprehending what she was seeing.  It was the same exact weight bar as before.  Three 45lb plates still rested on each side.  It was the same exact 315lb weight that had nearly crushed her not ten minutes ago.  Yet now she held it above her with no problem what so ever.  Hell, she could barely tell it was there. 

I must be dreaming.  She slowly lowered the weight down 'til it just barely grazed her erect nipples, then pushed it back up again.  It was so easy!  Hell, it took practically no effort what so ever.  She giggled like a schoolgirl.  This is the best dream ever!  She started doing reps, pumping the weight up and down at a furious pace.  5 reps, 10 reps, 15, 20; every single one was as easy as the first.  It was 315lbs, and it was weightless in her grasp.  She felt so strong, so powerful, so sexy!

She looked back down at Bud, whose mouth was now hanging open so wide she could drive her car through it.  Her own Bud, a guy more than twice her size, who could just barely press once the same weight she was effortlessly lifting over and over again.  God, she felt so aroused, more aroused than she'd ever felt in her life. 

"What do you think you're doing?"  She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Bud's neck, pulling his head back into her crotch.  "You get back down there and finish what you started."

Bud really didn't have much choice.  Jen moaned with renewed pleasure as Bud resumed his cunnilingus.  She continued pressing the loaded barbell over and over.  She must have done 50 reps by now, yet she didn't feel tired at all.  Quite the opposite, she felt exhilarated!  Her body simply pulsed with energy, a seemingly limitless well that gave her strength beyond her wildest fantasies.  Coupled with the waves of pleasure Bud was giving her, and it wasn't long before she reached the most amazingly powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. 

Normally such an intense climax would leave her spent, but today it only seemed to add to the energy she felt.  The same could not be said for Bud, who practically collapsed to the ground as she released him from her leggy prison.  She looked once more to the barbell.  She had stopped pressing it as she climaxed.  Instead, she held it tight against her body.  The result was incredible.  The bar was no longer straight.  Lost in her ecstasy, she had pulled the bar tight against her chest.  The bar had no chance.  The solid metal had bent over her breasts like they were twin anvils.  She lifted the bar easily from her chest, still marveling at how light it felt.  Marveling even more at the twin breast shaped forms bent into the bar. 


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Randolf was in shock.  This had to be a dream!  What he was seeing couldn't possibly be real.  Just moments ago that very bar had almost crushed her to death.  Then, a little cunnilingus, some damn fine cunnilingus if he did say so himself, and suddenly she was lifting the bar like it was a toothpick!  Then, to top it all off, she damn near wrapped the thing around herself like it was made of string.  A fucking metal bar wrapped around her tits, without denting them in the slightest.  It had to be a dream.

She was holding the bar over her chest again, admiring her handy work, showing absolutely no effort at all at the task.  Then she sat up!  She was still holding the bar!  Randolf had seen guys do weighted sit-ups before, but never with a weight anywhere near 315lbs!  She looked up at him, and fucking smiled!  Like it was all nothing out of the ordinary.  She placed the now mangled and useless barbell on the ground beside her and stood up and stretched like she was waking up from a nap.  "Oh, Bud, that felt so good."

Randolf gaped at her, totally befuddled.  "Wha...huh...how...I don't..."

"Bud, you were so wonderful, amazing actually.  You made me feel so good, so sexy, so powerful.  I guess my body just responded a little more strongly than other girls bodies do."

"Are you kidding me?!  That's impossible!  You don't just get strong from having sex!  It just doesn't work that way!"

Jen just smiled at him, like he was being silly!  "It does work that way.  At least it does for me.  Or do you not believe what your eyes have just shown you."  Jen's gaze went over to the mangled barbell lying on the floor.

Randolf's eyes followed, and he stared at the weight, his mind unable to comprehend what he was seeing.  This can't be real!  "Jen, that simply doesn't make any sense.  And how the hell can you be so calm?  This is not possible.  How can you just sit there acting like it's all so normal?"

"Oh Bud, I know it's impossible.  I know it can't be real.  I know it must be a dream.  But for as long as I can remember, this has been my fantasy.  And if it is a dream, then it's a good dream.  And I want to enjoy it as much as I can while I'm still dreaming."  She was right next to Randolf now.  Her hand moved, slipping under his shirt, and she gently ran her hand across his stomach.  "Besides, I don't think I'm the only one enjoying what's happening here."  Her hand slid down to his crotch.  Sure as shit, he was hard as hell. 

Randolf's life was about strength; it was absolutely the biggest turn on for him.  What Jen had just become before his very eyes, was the embodiment of his own wild fantasies.  "Jen, what you just did was incredible.  My whole life I have desired a strong woman, but you.  In my wildest dreams I could never imagine a woman so strong."

Jen looked up at him, a coy smile on her face.  "Would you like to see some more?  This body is just dying to show off."

The look on his face must have been enough.  Jen walked away, hell, she swayed away clearly enjoying herself.  She grabbed a new, undented barbell and placed it on the bench.  Then she started grabbing 45lb plates.  Randolf marveled at the ease with which she handled the plates.  They seemed little more than dinner trays in her hands. 

She loaded the bar up with 4 plates on either side, 400lbs of total weight, and was going back to get some more plates, when she stopped.  She looked over at Randolf and seemed to consider something for a while.  Then she crooked her finger toward him, beckoning him over to her.  He moved to her side, both nervous and excited about what she might try next.

"Come over here Bud.  I got a little idea."  She moved him over to stand in a spotting position over the bench.  "You treated me so well before, I feel it's only right that I return the favor."

Jen lay down on the bench, reached up and grabbed the bar in her hands.  As easily as she was just handling the 315lb bar, a 405lb bar shouldn't cause her much trouble at all.  He didn't offer her any help to move the bar off the rack; she didn't need any.  The weight was lifted from the rack smoothly, effortlessly.  Jen was smiling big, clearly having no problem handling the weight.  She slowly lowered the bar further and further, until it rested on top of her breasts.  Her fucking tits held the weight of the bar as easily as her arms.  They barely dented an inch beneath the massive weight rested on them.

"OK, Bud, here's what I need you to do.  I want you to grab the bar and try to hold it steady against my breasts."  Randolf grabbed the bar, and did as she asked.  "Ok, you got it steady, cause I'm gonna let go?  All right, here we go."  And then Jen released the bar with her hands.  Now the weight was supported fully on her tits.  It didn't seem to bother Jen in the least.  "Now what you're going to have to do, is push down on the bar as hard as you can, that way, when I bench the bar, I'll be benching your weight as well."

Holy Shit!  "Uh, Jen, that's gonna be almost 650lbs of weight!  Do you really think you'll be able to handle that?"

Randolf could barely see her face, but he could practically hear her smile as she talked.  "Do you really think I can't?  To be honest with you, I have no idea how strong I've become, but judging by how easy it was for me to lift 315lbs, I don't think this will be too difficult at all."

Randolf gulped.  There were several men out there capable of lifting more than 650lbs.  The world record was nearly twice that, but to hear this little slip of a girl say how she didn't think it would be all that difficult made his crotch harden in his pants.

"All right, one last thing, and then we'll be ready."  Jen reached up with her free hands, not to grab the bar, but to paw at Randolf.  She started caressing his leg, making his stiff member even stiffer.  Then her hand move further and further up his leg, before he felt her grab his cock.  "Oooo, big boy aren't cha."

Uh, Jen had such a soft, deft touch.  She gently massaged his member til it grew to its maximum length.  God, it felt so good.  She pulled his cock through the left leg of his shorts until its full length was sticking out.  She reached around, grabbed him by his hips, and pulled him closer to her, taking his cock into her mouth.  Oh God, it felt so good.  She clearly knew what she was doing.  And she took his entire length into her mouth, an impressive feat for such a small girl.

Once she had swallowed him whole, she brought her hands back to the weight bar.  Randolf braced himself.  He now had a pretty good idea what she was trying to do.  Slowly she started to lift.  The 405lb bar rose easily from her chest, and Randolf felt his feet leave the ground as his 230lbs was lifted right along with it.  He couldn't believe it, it was such an amazing sensation.  An even better sensation was his engorged cock sliding threw her lips as she pressed the combined 650lb weight high into the air.

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Randolf was damned near trembling with the most erotic experience he'd ever had.  She pressed the weight high enough that only the tip of Randolf's dick was still between her lips.  Her arms were pushed out as far as they would go.  Then she lowered him back down.  Slowly and smoothly taking his cock back into her mouth.  Back up, and then back down.  They weren't even reps, the pace slowed and quickened erratically, the varying pace heightening his arousal.   Randolf hardly knew what was making him harder, her damned near inhuman strength, or her incredibly amazing blow job. 

Jen seemed to have no problem what so ever handling the tremendous weight.  She preformed rep after rep without seeming to struggle in the least.  Her arms handled the weight without the slight bit of shaking.  In fact, her concentration seemed to be far more on the blowjob she was giving him than the impossible feat of strength she was performing.   

It was all more than Randolf could handle.  With a shiver he exploded right into Jen's mouth.  She made no attempt to pull away.   She simply stopped her presses, the weight half way up, and calmly let him empty himself into her awaiting mouth.  When he was finally spent, Jen completed her lift, pushing him finally from her mouth, and racked both weight and man.

Randolf was rocked.  He didn't know if he was awake or asleep.  The whole situation was impossible, it was unbelievable, it was too good to be true, but it seemed far to real to be a dream.  Could this really be happening?

Jen rose up from the bench, licking her lips.  She looked fresh as a daisy, while Randolf felt totally spent.  She walked over to the back of the bench and scooped Randolf up into her impossibly powerful arms.  His 230lbs was nothing to her.  "I don't know what you did to me, or how you did it.  But I love it, and I'm gonna spend the rest of the night showing you how much I appreciate it."

Jen carried Randolf toward the back of the gym.  He had a bunk set up back there for days when he had to work so late he didn't feel like coming home.  Randolf had no idea if what was happening was a dream or not, but there was something he was forced to agree with Jen on.  If it was a dream, it was a very, very good dream, and he was going to enjoy every waking moment of it.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow! I'm completely flabbergasted and turned on beyond belief! I mean you just took a personal fantasy of mine, to see a tiny, slender slip of a girl perform feats of strength that most guys 3 times their size couldn't possibly hope to do. I mean here she is 98 pounds and she's benching 315 pounds like it was a feather, then almost 650 pounds with the added treat of giving her trainer/lover a BJ at the same time, lord knows how strong she is now? Will she get stronger every time she orgasms? You just knocked it out of the park, brother! k++!

[sonja]

Hope you like the pictures as well.

Sonja.

[solitariodude]

Yes ma'am! Thanks and K for the great pics

[Jeremy Lightning]

Absolutely Sonja, your pics are just great! Great combination between Spoonmaster's great story telling ability and your awesome pics. k+!

[spoonmaster]

All right, bad news first.  The next few parts are going to be short on pictures.  Some, like the part I'm about to post, aren't going to have any picture at all. 

The good news, is that Sonja has plenty more pictures that we will be using further into the story.  So hopefully, over the next few posts, my text will be able to suffice.



Chapter 3a:



Mary Davis was gorgeous.  A lot of it was genetics.  Both her parents were beautiful people, and seemed to have passed down all their best genes to their oldest daughter.  With a 36D-25-36 hourglass figure, long flowing blonde hair, and deep blue hypnotic eyes, the 19-year-old beauty was every man's fantasy woman. 

On top of her natural beauty, Mary spent a lot of time keeping her body in tiptop shape.  She loved to be active, whether it was running, swimming, or playing soccer, she was always doing something.  She taught an aerobics class every day at the university she attended.  She was captain of the school's dance team, and as a sophomore, she was already head cheerleader.  She was fit and toned, perfectly tanned and always dressed to impress, showing off oceans of cleavage and long, tightly toned legs.

Mary had dated a lot.  When you looked like she did, you simply did not have trouble getting guys.  She got hit on constantly and had dated many members of the football and basketball team, but her relationships never seemed to last.  For all her good looks and popularity, Mary was surprisingly down to earth and humble.  She couldn't stand the arrogant, egotistical personalities of all the big, hunky guys she dated.  She longed to find a nice, cute, genuine guy who found other things interesting than themselves. 

She thought she'd found just the guy in her RA, Jim Beam.  Jim was slight of build for a guy.  He was slightly shorter than her 5'9" height, and probably weighed pretty close to her own 138lbs.  Far from being turned off by Jim's smaller stature, Mary actually found a smaller man appealing.  Big guys tended to be alpha males, very controlling and overbearing.  Mary was a free spirit who liked to go her own way.  Plus she had an ingrained maternal instinct.  She longed for a guy who needed her to take care of him, a guy who looked to her for comfort, and even protection.  Most big guys were way too macho to ask for a woman's help in anything.

Jim was totally different.  Not only was he small for a guy, but he was also adorably shy and normally uncomfortable around conflict.  If there was ever a guy who needed someone like Mary to take care of him, it was Jim Beam.  On top of that, Jim was about the sweetest guy Mary had ever met, and as cute as a button.  Mary just had to have him.

At first, it didn't seem like it was going to be much of a problem.  Guys like Jim normally fell all over themselves to impress a girl like Mary, and Jim was no exception.  He jumped at her every word and went out of his way to fulfill her every need.  She had the poor boy wrapped around her finger the second she showed a shred of interest in him.  She could have had him at any time she wanted.

Of course, Mary wasn't one to make things that easy.  She could be a bit of a tease that time, and could enjoy the game of hard to get as much as the next girl.  She really laid it on Jim for a couple of weeks, teasing the boy mercilessly to the point where he practically drooled every time she walked into the room.  Then, all of the sudden, something changed.

It didn't happen all at once, but seemingly overnight, Mary would occasionally have trouble getting Jim's attention.  How was that possible!  Mary never had problems getting any guys attention!  But it got worse.  Soon, Jim was practically ignoring Mary all together!  Mary was stunned!  This had never happened to her, ever!  That first day that Jim had ignored her, she instantly ran off to a bar, just to see if there was something wrong with her.  Almost instantly, every single guy at the bar, and some not so single, was hitting on her.  Mary was relieved that she hadn't lost her charms, but baffled as to how Jim Beam seemed immune to them.

It had been almost two weeks now since Jim had last shown any interest in Mary, and it wasn't for lack of trying.  Mary had worn some damned sexy outfits and flirted shamelessly with Jim, but it was all for naught.  As impossibly as it sounded he was uninterested in her.  What made it worse was that his indifference made her want him all the more.  A girl that looks like Mary Davis is used to getting whatever she wants.  She wanted Jim Beam; she was going to get Jim Beam.

It was morning, before classes.  Mary had just come back from a 5 mile run.  It was a little cool outside, so she had a light jacket on over her sports bra.  A tiny pair of running shorts was all that covered her long, sexy legs.  Every guy running near her stopped to stare as she passed.  She liked it when boys noticed her.  She bound up the steps to her dorm two at a time, and opened the door to go into her hallway; and there he was.  Jim was coming down the other side of the hall.  In fact, it looked like he might have been coming from her room.

"Excellent," she thought, "Jim's finally coming to his senses."  She quickly gathered herself, unzipped her jacket so she was showing all of her amazing cleavage, and strode out into the hallway, swaying her hips back and forth.  Jim didn't seem to notice her.  He looked distracted, like something was on his mind.  Well, it was easy enough to get a guys attention.  "Hey Jimmie."  She called out in her throatiest voice. 

Jim looked up at her voice.  "Oh, hi Mary." 

That was it!  He barely glanced at her!  Just mumbled a greeting, and then looked back away, deep in thought.  What the hell was going on?!  A door opened next to Mary and a Frank walked out.  He took one look at the ultra sexy vision that Mary was portraying, and he dropped the books he was carrying and his mouth opened in a gape.  It wasn't her, what was going on!

In a desperation move, Mary leaned towards Jim as he was passing her, making sure her breasts rubbed up against him as he passed. 

He didn't even blink!  "Oh, sorry." He mumbled as he strode by her. 

Sorry!  What the hell was wrong with him?!  She stared after him as he walked in a trance back to his room.

"Uh, um, hi Mary.  Uh, how are you, uh doing?"  Frank stammered at her through the drool dripping down his mouth.  But Mary hardly heard him.  She walked the rest of the way to her room in the same dazed state that Jim was in. 

"How was this possible? How could he not find me attractive."  Mary plopped down onto her bed in a funk.  She felt like she was about to cry.

All of a sudden, the door burst open and Mary's roommate bounded into the room.  Mary loved her roommate Jen Walker.  She was a slight little wisp of a girl, but she had Mary's same level of energy and loved to be naughty.  Jen and Mary had many wild nights drinking and picking up guys.  Jen was beaming as she walked in the room.  "Well, it looks like at least one of us is getting laid."

Jen's smile widened.  She seemed oblivious to the state that Mary was in.  Was everyone ignoring her now?  "Not just sex, Mar, something amazing happened last night!"

That perked Mary up.  She was always in the mood for a good story.  She sat up in her bed, her troubles forgotten, and waited eagerly to hear Jen's story.  "Oooo, this sounds good.  Tell me, tell me."

Jen stood there, looking like she just invented the longer lasting light bulb.  "You'd never believe me if I told you.  So I'm gonna show you."

Mary was intrigued by the mystery.  And she watched in rapt attention as Jen strolled over to a weight lying on the floor.

Jen had been on a huge workout kick over the last month.  Two weeks ago, you could really start to see the effect of all her work.  Small, yet well-defined muscles popped up all over her body.  Mary wasn't a huge fan of muscular women, but Jen wasn't all that big, and Mary had to admit, the muscle really looked good on her.  On top of that, Jen was very strong for someone her size.  Mary was actually a little jealous of Jen's strength.  Even though Mary was 9" taller and 40lbs heavier, Jen was still almost twice as strong as she was.  Being strong had never really been one of Mary's goals, but seeing some of the weights that Jen was able to lift, she couldn't help but to fantasize about what it would be like to be that strong.

The weight Jen was standing in front of now was a huge bar, 225lbs.  Jen used it to practice her dead lifts; Mary could barely budge the heavy weight.  But Jen didn't seem like she was about to dead lift it today.  With a huge smile on her face, she bent down and grabbed the bar lightly with one hand.  Mary had no idea what was going on here.  She had dated a lot of big, strong guys, and none of them would be able to lift so much with one hand!  Yet Jen, with a supreme look of confidence on her face, gave Mary a little wink, and then lifted up on the bar!

Nothing happened.  It was a pretty predictable outcome, as far as Mary was concerned, but Jen actually looked confused.  She tried a couple more times to lift, but the heavy bar barely rocked in her one armed grasp.  In frustration Jen grabbed the bar with both hands and was finally able to muscle the thing off the ground.  She was clearly using a lot of effort to lift the weight, but Mary couldn't help but to be impressed by her friend's strength, and surprisingly, a little turned on.  Again, she wondered what it would feel like to be able to lift so much weight, to be stronger than most guys.

Jen, however, was clearly not happy with her little feat of strength.  She let the huge bar fall from her hands with a miserable look on her face.  She looked for all the world like a child who just lost her favorite toy.  "I don't understand it."  She mumbled.

Now it was Mary's turned to be confused.  "Don't understand what?  Did you really think you could lift that thing with one hand?"  Surely not.  Such a thing would be an incredible feat for the strongest man in the world.  For someone Jen's size, it would be totally impossible.

But apparently, that was exactly what Jen thought.  "Yes." 

Now Mary was totally confused.  She had no idea what was going on here.  "Oh, come on grumpy.  No one's strong enough to lift that much.  You should be happy you can lift the thing at all.  Hell, you should be thrilled you can lift it at all.  Lots of people can only dream of lifting so much weight.  I'm one of them."

"You don't understand, Mary.  I should be able to do that, that and so much more."

"What are you talking about?"

Jen looked at her roommate with an intense look in her eye.  "Mary, it was so incredible.  I was at the gym, with Bud, doing my daily workouts.  Bud was showing me how much he could lift.  It was more than I could handle." 

Mary had met Jen's trainer before, and knew she had a crush on him.  She didn't see it.  He was big and old and scruffy looking, and reeked of whisky.  Yet Jen seemed smitten by the man, so who was she to judge.

"Anyhow, I was upset, cause I was unable to lift as much as Bud could."

"Well, I don't see why," Mary interrupted, trying to console her friend.  "I mean that guy is more than twice your size, and he's been working out forever."

"I know, and he's a lot stronger than he looks Mary, believe me.  But I'd been getting so strong, stronger than a lot of guys; I just thought I could be stronger than he was too.  Anyhow I was pouting a bit, and Bud came over to console me.  Well, one thing led to another, and Bud started kissing me."

"Oooo, now this is getting good."  Mary loved a good sex story.

Jen couldn't help but to smile.  "It was fantastic.  I'm telling you Mar; older guys are so much more experienced than college guys.  Mmmmmm, he knew just where to touch me.  Oh god, and his tongue!  Damned Mary, I've had guys go down on me before, but never half so good as Bud."  Jen bit her lip at the memory.  "I felt so good, Mmmmmm, so sexy, so powerful."  Jen was rubbing her hand over her crotch.  Hell, Mary was starting to get turned on by the story.  "And then, suddenly, it was like this well of energy opened up inside of me.  I don't know how to describe it, but suddenly, I was strong.  I mean really strong, stronger than you could believe.  As soon as I climaxed, I could..."

"Oh, you can't stop there!  What happened next?"

But Jen was lost in another world.  Mary could see the gears turning in her head.  Then, it was like a light bulb went off, and now Jen was all smiles again.  "I got to go."

"Go where, you just got here."

Jen bounded up, a look of unbridled excitement in her eyes.  "I have to perform a little experiment.  Wish me luck."

"Good luck!"  Mary called after her roommate as she skipped out the door.  Mary had no idea what had gotten her friend so excited.  But she wished her the best.  Now Mary needed a little luck herself.  How was she going to woo her own Romeo?  Her looks had always more than sufficed.  But for some reason that wasn't the case anymore.  So now she needed a plan, a plan that would help her sweep Jim Beam off his feet, and make him hers forever.

[solitariodude]

Uh,huh... sure like the way this is going!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Awww, so she loses her strength when not having had an orgasm for a while? That seems like a rip off. I still like your writing brother, but I like to see women keep their strength after becoming strong, so seeing Jen became regular again was a little disappointing, but I'm holding out hope that she finds a way to make the changes permanent. k+!

[spoonmaster]

Chapter 3b:


Randolf was in the gym, pounding the weights, trying to clear his head.  He had one fucked up dream last night.  It was about Jen Walker.  Most of his dreams lately had been about Jen Walker.  She was tinier than the women that he was usually attracted to, and she was a little young for him.  But her strength was unreal for a girl her size, and the rate that she was getting stronger was also not to be believed.  But that was all nothing compared to last night. 

Last night, he had shown her that her improbable strength had limits.  She was upset with herself for not being able to lift a weight someone her size should never realistically be able to budge.  She was so vulnerable.  So Randolf had comforted her.  That comfort had led to passion, a passion that relieved Randolf.  He was so turned on by her, it was nice to know that she felt the same way about him.

But then things had gotten weird.  He had been pleasuring her with his tongue, something that he thought he was quite good at thank you very much, when all of the sudden Jen's improbable strength became impossible!  She benched a 315lb bar like it was nothing! A bar Randolf himself could only bench once with all his strength, she had benched dozens of times without even trying.  He had never seen anyone, woman or man, perform such an amazing feat.  It couldn't have been real!  It had to be a dream.

But he remembered it all so vividly; more clearly than he'd ever remembered a dream before.  The sights, the sounds, the smells, they all seemed so real.  But Randolf was an expert in the area of strength.  He'd spent his life around strength athletes of all shapes and sizes, had read books, done research.  Of all people, he should know the limits of what a human is capable of.  Yet what Jen did yesterday defied all logic.  It simply wasn't possible, and therefore had to be a dream. 

He looked down at the weight he was curling 110lbs, for a full set of 12 reps.  He knew that was impressive.  He knew there were millions of guys out there who could only dream of lifting so much.  But he was a big guy, and he had been training for years using all the tips and tricks he knew.  This was real; this was possible.  Then he thought of Jen; little, less than half his size Jen.  He thought of her walking in here and grabbing the heavy barbell from his hands, and curling it with one hand while stifling a yawn with the other.   That was impossible, but the mere thought of her doing something so stupendous filled him with lust.  His cock grew, pushing the thin fabric of his shorts to the limit. 

"Damn," he thought, "got to concentrate.  I can hurt myself if I don't pay attention."  He set the bar down and gathered a few more 10lb plates.  He loaded the bar up to 150lbs, his max.  He reached down and pulled the bar up to his waist.  It was stupid, lifting so much weight without a spotter around.  It was a good way to get himself hurt.  But pushing his body to the limit was the only way he knew how to get the impossible image of Jen out of his head. 

He took a couple deep breaths, and then threw all of his strength into his two arms.  150lbs was a lot of weight to curl, and it took all of his power, all of his concentration to make the bar move.  But move it did, slowly but surely the bar rose up from his waist, past his stomach, all the way up to his chest.  He gasped for breath as he locked his arms, the curl took all his energy, but if felt good to lift something so heavy.  He loved the feeling of power, being able to do something other people couldn't do.

He nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise when he heard clapping from behind him.  He was so stunned; he dropped the weight, and leapt back, trying to keep it from crashing down on his feet.

"Bravo, Bud.  Very impressive, for a guy your size."  Bud whipped his head around to the source of the feminine, teasing voice, and nearly jumped out of his skin again.  There was Jen Walker, sitting on a table in the corner of the gym.  Besides a pair of high-healed shoes and some white frilly socks, she was totally naked!

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"Je...Jen, what are you doing here?"  His heart was pounding in his chest.  The sight of her naked body brought his erection back.

Jen gave him a sly smile, clearly pleased that she got him off balance.  "What?  I thought after last night you wouldn't want to see me unless I was naked."

Randolf's heart skipped a beat.  Damned but she was sexy.  "It definitely was is a wonderful sight."  He could feel beads of sweat dripping down from his brow.

Jen stretched out her body, her tiny, tight muscles bulged and hardened with unspeakable power.  "What's wrong, Bud?  You look so frazzled."

Get a hold of yourself man!  "It's nothing.  It's just, I had the strangest dream about you last night."

Jen slithered her body around on the table.  "Oooo, dreaming of me.  And just what kind of naughty dream was that horny little mind having?"

Randolf's face reddened.  "It's not that, well it wasn't all that.  It's really weird.  I dreamed that you were really strong."

She cocked an eye at him.  She lifted her arm and flexed her small, yet perfectly formed bicep.  "Well, that's not much of a dream, I am really strong."

Randolf didn't know what the hell was going on.  He felt like a teenager going out with the prom queen.  "No I mean, really, really strong.  Super strong!  You were doing things that were impossible."

Jen was posing on the table like a Playboy centerfold.  When she spoke, her voice dripped with sensual lust.  "Mmmmmm, and did that turn you on, Bud."

The way she said his name made a shiver run up and down his spine.  "No, I mean, yes, I mean, yeah, it was amazing, but, you know, you already are amazing, as strong as you are now, it's just, I mean, it was just weird."

Jen slid off the table with a smirk on her face.  It was like she knew something Randolf didn't.  "Settle down Bud, it's okay.  It was just a dream.  I'm the same exact girl I was yesterday."  She walked over to grab two folding chairs and brought them over to the table.  "Now you come over here and sit down and I'll prove it to you."

Randolf didn't know why he felt so damned nervous.  He was normally pretty cool around women, just not this woman.  He went over and took a seat across from her.  His eyes never left hers. 

As soon as he was seated, Jen put her little arm up on the table in a classic arm wrestling pose.  "Now, let's have a little arm wrestle, and you'll see that you're still the big, powerful man, and I'm just the little, weak, defenseless girl."

Randolf felt like he was being set up.  But he knew he was stronger than she was, he had proved it yesterday.  All the rest had to be a dream.  This was his moment to set it right, to prove to himself he wasn't crazy.  He grasped her hand with his.  Randolf was hardly a stranger to arm wrestling.  He knew every trick in the book.  Jen was going to have to be superhuman if she was going to beat him.  "Ready?"

"Show me what you got, big boy."

Show her he did.  After yelling, "GO!" Randolf threw all his might into pushing against her wrist.  The casual observer was often surprised at how much technique went into arm wrestling, but the experienced arm wrestler knew that using the right technique could help someone overcome a bigger stronger opponent.  Randolf didn't know why he felt he needed every advantage to beat a young girl he out weighed by almost 140lbs, but he was determined to win this match, and he was going to use everything in his arsenal to do so. 

He hit her with a Toproll right off the back.  By rotating his wrist so that it was over top of hers, he greatly increased the leverage advantage his extra height and weight had already given him.  The move caught Jen by surprise and she was unable to block it.  Now that he had the upper hand (no pun intended), he pressed his advantage further.  With his hand in the superior position, he shifted his bodyweight so that it was more over her arm, giving him an even greater advantage.   All together, it was quick strike, designed to quickly give an inferior opponent an early edge so that he could beat a more powerful opponent before he knew what was happening.  Against a smaller opponent like Jen, it should have allowed him to slam her arm down in seconds.

But it wasn't that easy.  Sure enough, Randolf was forcing Jen's arm down, but he was fighting tooth and nail for every single inch.  Jen was putting her all into the match too.  He could hear her grunt, and groan.  He could see her muscles bulge with effort, an effort that was proving to be in vain.  But she knew no technique.  She was battling his size advantage, plus his better leverage, plus the weight of his upper body with just the raw strength of her one arm.  It was a battle she couldn't hope to win, yet she was causing him to use far more effort than he would have ever thought he needed.  He wondered if he wouldn't have used the Toproll at the very beginning if he would be winning this match at all!

In the end, all of Randolf's advantages were too much for Jen to overcome, and he was finally able to press her knuckles against the table.  Both combatants were winded from their exertions.  "See Bud," gasp ", you're still stronger than me," pant.

Bud wasn't so sure.  He should have been able to beat her without too much trouble, even without the extra leverage.  With the leverage he should have crushed her!  But despite all his advantages he was just barely able to win.  This wasn't the awesome strength she displayed yesterday.  If she was that strong, he'd have no chance, leverage or not.  But she was definitely stronger than she was yesterday, a lot stronger.  Just from feeling her power against his, he was sure they were equal in strength; she was probably even stronger.  But the strength gap between them was far more than anyone could have possibly overcome in a month, let alone a single day.  How did she get so much stronger so fast?


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Jen was elated!  Sure she had just lost at arm wrestling and she was nowhere near as strong as she was last night, but she had made Bud struggle a lot more than he should have.  He wasn't any weaker.  She had been watching him workout, and saw him curling a weight that she knew she couldn't curl.  But even despite all his advantages, she was still almost able to hold him off.  She super strong, but definitely a good bit stronger than she was yesterday. 

But she wanted more than to be a good bit stronger.  She wanted the super strength.  Now it was time to test out her little theory.  "You did so well, beating the little girl at arm wrestling.  I think my little Buddy deserves a reward."

Bud was looking at her with a mixture of confusion and lust.  He knew it too.  He realized she was stronger, and judging by the bulge in his pants, he was almost as excited about it as she was.   She pulled him up from his chair and reached out to grab his crotch; hard as a rock.  Bud apparently loved strong women.  That made her want him even more.

She pulled him away from the table, out to the middle of the gym floor.  The gym was locked, she had made sure of that on her way in.  "So, Bud, you like strong women don't you?"  She kept eye contact as she undid his belt buckle.  Bud was nodding up and down.  "You fantasize about a woman who's stronger than you."  She unbuttoned his shorts, and slid down the zipper.  "A woman who can overpower you with the greatest of ease."  She slid the shorts down to the ground, his boxers along with them.  She looked down at his cock.  God damned he was big!  It had to be at least a foot long, and thick as her wrist.  God, it turned her on so much, she loved the big cock.

She pulled him down to the ground; he didn't resist her.  He knew what was coming, he wanted it as badly as she did.  "You want me to be that woman, don't you Bud?"

"Oh God, yes."  Bud was clearly overcome with lust.  He reached out and ran his hands over her supple body.  It felt so good.

Jen pushed his shoulders so that he was lying flat on the ground.  She slid down his big body 'til her face was at his crotch.  She ran her tongue up and down the length of the shaft, marveling at its size.  She took him into her mouth, and ran her lips up and down the length of his engorged cock.  He moaned out in pleasure.  It was time, he was ready.

She pulled his cock from her mouth, almost regrettably, and slithered back up his body.  "It's time, Bud, time to make me your supergirl."  She lifted up, and impaled herself upon his huge cock.  It filled her dripping wet, love canal, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Jen.  She had never had such a huge cock inside her.  It was amazing! His giant cock filled every inch of her love channel, giving her pleasure that she had never experienced before from a man.  She slid down his entire length, loosing herself to the ecstasy.  The two moaned as one as she slid herself up and down the length of his shaft, slowly at first, then progressively faster, and faster. 

He was squirming beneath her lost in his own lust as she pumped him at a furious pace.  She could feel her own climax drawing nearer and nearer as she pleasured herself on Bud's glorious cock.  They came as one.  His seed shot through her body the second she felt her own orgasm course through her body.  It was a white-hot fire, spreading to every inch of her body.  She let the fire engulf her, reveling in its warmth. 

Finally it was over.  Bud stopped moving below her, his eyes closed, totally spent from his ordeal.  She sat up on top of him, his cock still inside her.  Where he was spent, she was refreshed, energized.  She felt so alive, more alive than she ever remembered feeling.  She wondered if sex had always been like this and she just hadn't noticed.  Or was there something special about Bud?  She had no idea, but it was the moment of truth, it was time to see if her theory was right. 

She looked to her right, there, on the floor beside them, was the 150lb barbell that Bud had curled earlier.  She remembered the look of concentration on his face, all the effort he put into lifting the weight just once.  She was almost afraid to try and lift it; afraid at the disappointment she'd feel if this didn't work.  Taking a deep breath, she reached out and grabbed the weight with her two hands.  Her heart was pounding in her chest; the excitement and the anticipation for this moment only fueled her growing energy she felt inside.  She closed her eyes, took another deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then lifted.

Her arms came up so easily she had to open her eyes to make sure she was still holding the bar.  She was!  150lbs.  She held it in her hands down near her waist.  The excitement was about to bubble out.  It wasn't just light, it was absolutely weightless!  She curled the "heavy" bar to her chest.  It was so easy!  It felt like her hands were empty!

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She curled the weight up and down with ease, giggling like a schoolgirl.  It worked!  She was super strong again!  She didn't understand how it was possible, but somehow, having sex made her strong, super strong.  It was so hard to believe, but it was true, the weightless 150lb barbell that she had just curled for the 20th time was proof enough of that.  Jen had no idea how it was possible, and she really didn't care.  All her life she had fantasized of having such strength, and now it was hers. It was a dream come true.

She let go of the bar with one of her hands.  She didn't bother moving the other one to the center of the bar; it didn't make a difference at all.  Even with one arm, the 150lb bar was weightless.  She stopped her curls and simply held the bar out in front of her.  She stared at it as if she'd never seen a weight before.  It was like holding a twig.  Then a memory came.  It was of Bud, struggling to curl the weight just once.  Using all of his strength to do just one curl. 

She looked down at Bud.  His eyes were still closed, still recovering from his own orgasm.  He had no idea what was happening above him.  Jen smiled and gently set the barbell down next to her.  It was time to show Bud the Power of Sex!     

[Jeremy Lightning]

Another great chapter! I hope that she has figured it out now and won't have her strength dip for any serious amount of time. k+!