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[spoonmaster]

Still no word from Sonja.  I don't know if she's been busy or has just lost interest, but I'm determined to finished this story with or without her.  So here's the first part of the next chapter.


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Chapter 4a:


Good scotch sits in a charcoal barrel for 12 years.  Very good scotch gets smoked for 29 years.  Johnny Walker Blue is 60-year-old scotch.  And it costs you, if you ever want a sip.  The small shot glass of whisky sitting on the bar cost $30, but to Randolf Weiser, it was totally worth it.

For a moment, he just stared at the darkened, golden colored liquid.  He let the tantalizing aromas of peat, oak, honey, vanilla and just a touch of cocoa tickle his nose.  He closed his eyes, savoring the moment as he brought the glass up to his lips and let a small sample into his mouth.  He let it stay there for several long moments, let the warm oak flavor penetrate his taste buds, let the burnt peat and chocolate flavors engulf his senses.  Finally, he let the whiskey ooze down his throat, relishing the burn of the sweet yet bitter liquid.  He let out a deep breath; this was the life.

Randolf usually didn't spend so much on alcohol, but today he felt like celebrating.  Hell just three months ago he was at the lowest of low places.  The Jen Walker walked into his gym.  The woman was as intoxicating as the blended whiskey he took another sip from, hell even more so.  She was unbelievably strong, undeniably sexy, and unquestionably in love with Randolf Weiser.  In a million years, Randolf would never understand what a pretty young thing like Jen saw in an old washed up trainer like him, but after a few months he stopped caring.  He was determined to enjoy Jen for however long he had her, just the same as the whiskey.

In three months, Jen Walker had totally turned Randolf's life around.  It wasn't just the sex, though the sex was simply amazing, it was everything in his life.  In between her college classes and the rigorous training schedule he gave her, Jen spent a good bit of her free time helping Randolf clean up his gym, turning it into a place people would come to work out.  On top of that, she got several of her girlfriends to come and workout there, all just as beautiful as Jen, though none anywhere near so strong.  Of course once word got out that Ironside was full of a bunch of hotties, guys soon followed.  Now Randolf's business was doing as well as it ever had.  So well, that he felt he could afford to come out to a nice bar and enjoy a perfect glass of whiskey.  Yep, Randolf was on top of the world, and nothing was going to bring him down.

"Well I will be damned, is that Randolf 'Bud' Weiser?" The voice from Behind Randolf shocked him so much he damned near spit out his whiskey.  That alone put him in a bad mood, but not so near as bad a mood as when he recognized the voice.

He turned around to the man who addressed him.  "Tom Collins.  What rock did you crawl out from under?"  Randolf turned back to his drink and ignored Tom, hoping the man would get the hint and leave him alone.  Unfortunately, Tom Collins wasn't one to take hints.

Tom Collins was a smaller man that Randolf.  At 5'10, 195lbs, the man looked and dressed like a used car salesman.  The pants and sport coat he wore was lightly wrinkled as though it hadn't been cleaned in quite some time.  His shirt was partially unbuttoned, showing a bare chest.  The jet-black hair slicked back on his head framed a face covered with a tan as fake as his smile.  Cheap, god awful cologne covered the aroma of his drink.

Tom plopped down in the chair next to Randolf and patted him on the shoulder.  "So, how's my old Buddy Weiser doing?"

"I was doing just great 'til you walked in."  Randolf's tone left no doubt that this was not a friendly jab.

"Awe, poor Bud feeling the harsh stab of professional jealousy?"

"Go fuck yourself."  Randolf took a bigger sip from his drink.  He hated drinking an expensive drink so fast, but there was no way he was going to enjoy finishing his drink with Tom Collins sitting right next to him.

Tom just smiled at the insult and ordered a light beer.  "No need to get nasty, Bud.  I just wanted to say hi to an old friend."

"You said hi, now leave."

Tom laughed out loud.  It was a forced laugh. Randolf wondered if there was anything original about Tom at all.  "That's my Bud, always to the point.  Well, far be it me to interrupt a man who everyone knows is more interested in his drink that any human companionship, but I thought I'd stop over and see how you were."

Randolf looked over at Tom.  Tom Collins was not the kind of man to ask after someone else.  The only thing important to Tom Collins was Tom Collins.  Right now he was wearing a shit-eating grin on his face.  Tom didn't give a crap about how Randolf was doing.  He came over for a different reason.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I'm doing, Bud?"

"I'd rather fuck a..."

"Well things are going great for me, Bud, thanks for asking.  In fact, you could say I'm about to be on top of the world."  Tom grinned as wide as the Cheshire cat, showing off his fake white teeth.

Great, he came to gloat about something.  Your life's shit, and his is wonderful.  Tom Collins was the kind of guy who wanted to make sure everyone knew that.  Randolf wanted nothing more than to punch the guy in his face, but damned if he wasn't just the least bit curious of what the little prick had to say.  "How's that, Tom."

Tom's grin got wider, which Randolf didn't even think would be possible.  "Well, Bud, I'm glad you asked.  It seems the student is about to become the master."   

"You were never my student, Tom.  We were both going for the same job, and you got it because you smeared my good name."  They were both after the coach of the US Men's Power Lifting Team, a job which Randolf was far more qualified for than Tom, but one of Randolf's former students was caught doping, and Tom made sure everyone knew who's fault he thought it was.

"Yes, well all's fair in love and war.  I personally thought the best man got that job."

"Yeah, how'd that turn out for you?"  Now it was Randolf's turn to smile.  The US Men's Power Lifting Team turned out to fall far short of expectations.  After falling flat at the Olympics, Tom was nearly fired, but his quick tongue was enough to keep him employed, for the time being.

"It was a talent issue.  Those kids were never going to be anything more than they were.  If I had the proper student, I could raise him to heights that had never before been seen."

That's Tom, all of the credit, none of the blame.  "Yeah, well good luck finding that fairy tale."

The grin came back, bigger than ever.  "Oh I found him, Bud.  I've been training him for over a year.  You should see him; he's enormous.  And his strength is out of this world. 
Finally, I've created my masterpiece."

"Is that right?"

"Oh, it's true, Bud.  His power defies description, and I'm about ready to unleash him on the world.  By the end of the year, he'll own every single power lifting record imaginable."

Bud frowned at the thought.  Most lifters specialize in one lift, bench, squat, dead lift.  No one has ever held the record in more than one event that Bud could ever remember.  To think that Tom had found someone who could perform such a feat was nauseating.  Tom was a cheap trick, a hustler.  The thought of his name being attached to the World's Strongest Man was enough to make Randolf sick.

"We'll see about that."  Randolf wished he could have the words back as soon as they left his mouth. 

"Oh really?  You think you got someone better?  From what I hear you're running a woman's athletic club over there."

Randolf's face reddened at the jab.  Tom Collins was not a fan of strong, muscular women.  He was one of the Neanderthals who thought that a woman's place was in the kitchen.  "It just so happens that I have a student too.  And my guy could whip the floor with your guy one handed."  It probably wasn't far from the truth.  Jen was getting stronger by the day.  Though she still would be no match for one of the world's strongest man, she was definitely the strongest woman that he'd ever known, and after she's had sex.  Well, he wasn't sure a dozen strong men could compete with her strength after sex.

"Is that so?"  Tom laughed at the very thought.  "Well then how about a little wager.  My student is set to go after the dead lifting record in two months.  You bring your guy, and we'll see who's stronger.  And to make it interesting, if I win, I get your gym."

Randolf almost laughed at the thought that anyone would be interested in his old rundown place.  Though it had been turning around lately.  "And what do I get when I win?"

Tom laughed at that.  "If you win, then I'll step down as coach of the Men's team and recommend you as my replacement."

Randolf was actually speechless.  Tom must have some kind of brute if he was going to make that bet.  Unfortunately for him, he didn't know about Randolf's ace in the hole.  All he'd have to do is have sex with Jen right before the event and there wasn't a guy in the world that could compete with her.  "You're on!"

Tom was saying something, but Randolf wasn't even listening.  His mind was racing with the thought of getting his dream job back.  His dream job, and his dream girl; it all seemed too good to be true.  Now all he had to do was convince Jen to do it, and his life would be back on track.  He took the final sip of his Johnny Walker Blue, $30 whiskey never tasted so good.


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Jen Walker stared at the sexy image looking back at her through the mirror.  It had been 3 months since she started working out, and in that three months she had put on nearly 15lbs of solid muscle.  She was still tiny, at 5'1" she only weighed 103lbs, but there was a decent amount of muscle in that 103lbs.  She brought her arm up and flexed her bicep.  A decent sized bicep popped up out of her arm, nothing too big, but perfectly shaped and well defined.  Jen smiled, she liked what she saw.

When she first started working out, she was a little nervous that she would get huge bulgy muscles.  Jen had seen pictures of huge women, and she didn't really care for the look.  She liked being small, she liked being petit.  When guys dismissed her as a threat, it made it all the sweeter when she showed them how strong she was. 

And man was she getting strong.  She had added more than 100lbs to her bench in her first month of training, gains that were borderline impossible, but then she discovered that she gained strength even more if she worked out during sex.  Whatever it was that gave her amazing temporary strength after she orgasmed also helped her gain considerable permanent strength during sex, if she lifted weights while she was fucking.  In the last two months, she had added an additional 400lbs to her bench press.  Now she was maxing out at 650lbs!  Twice what Bud could lift, and an amount that smashed the women's world record.  She was still miles away from the men's record, but she kept getting stronger and stronger and she was beginning to wonder whether there was any limit to how strong she could get.  If there wasn't, it was only a matter of time before she fulfilled her fantasy and became the strongest person on the planet. 

Of course after she orgasmed, she was already the strongest and then some.  She had no idea how any of this was possible, and she really didn't care.  She and Bud had sex all the time, and it was only half because he was great in bed.  The other half was because she simply loved being super strong.  Her super strength only lasted a few hours after climax, but it was plenty long enough to get enjoyment out of.  And, the stronger she got regularly, the stronger she got after sex.  Last week, Bud had driven her in his SUV to a secluded spot where they made out and had sex in the car.  After he was done rocking her world, she was telling him how powerful she felt.  He said it was too bad there was nothing around here she could lift. 

Up until that point, all of Jen's heavy lifting had been done in the gym.  She and Bud would have sex, and then load up machines and barbells with obscene amounts of weight.  The heaviest weight they could load up on anything was a little more than a ton.  Bud would watch in rapt fascination, as Jen would lift the impossibly heavy weight.  As she got stronger and stronger, one ton got easier and easier to lift.  Jen wasn't sure that Bud truly appreciated how easy it was for Jen to lift a ton.  She thought it would be a good night to show him just how strong she was getting.

She pulled Bud out of the SUV, and looked around.  Then she said, "There's something I could lift."

Bud looked around to see what she was talking about.  "Where?"

She walked over until she was standing in front of his SUV.  "Right here." 

Bud drove a Ford Explorer.  Which fully fueled, weighed a little more than 5000lbs.  Jen had never tried to lift something so heavy before in her life, but she was confident.  She reached down and grabbed his front bumper with her hands.  With the barest of grunts, she lifted.  She loved the look of complete awe on Bud's face as the front end of the truck came up off the ground and continued to rise higher and higher until she held it all the way up over her head.

Jen smiled at the memory.  She loved showing off her strength, and she loved that Bud loved it when she showed off her strength.  In her mind, they were perfect together.

"Like what you see?" 

Jen was so caught up in her memory; she didn't even hear Bud walk into the gym.  How long had she been staring at herself in the mirror?  She took a moment to gather her wits before finding Bud's eyes through the mirror.  "Don't you?"

Bud smiled.  He came up to her and gave her a big hug.  "I don't just like it, I love it."

Jen turned around and returned the hug.  For a moment, she was just content, standing there in the arms of her man.  After several minutes of just enjoying the feel of each other, Bud finally spoke.  "I have something I need to tell you."

Jen pulled away from his grasp.  That sentence didn't usually precede good news.  She arched her eyebrow up at him.

Bud looked down at her.  She could see the gears turning in his head, trying to find the best way to say what he needed to say.  "I did something today I probably shouldn't have.  I was at the bar, having a little drink, when Tom Collins came up and talked to me."

Jen frowned at the mere mention of Tom Collins.  Bud had told her all about the man who had nearly ruined his life.  She made a fist, dreaming of all the things she'd like to do to that scumbag.

"Anyhow, I tried to get him to leave me alone, but he had this big news that he just had to tell me.  Seems he found a new student.  Some big guy, supposed to be strong as an ox.  To hear Tom tell it, you'd think he'd found superman.  Anyhow, Tom's telling me how strong this guy is, and how he's going to break all these weightlifting records."  Bud paused.  Here was the bad news he was nervous to tell her.  "Anyhow, I got really irritated.  I mean the guy's a hack, and the thought of his name being in the record books as one of the greatest strength coaches in the world kind of got my blood boiling." He took a deep breath.  "So I kind of mentioned that I was training an athlete too.  And I might have bet him that my athlete was stronger than his."

Bud cringed a little bit, waiting for her to get mad at him.  Up until now, Bud was the only person who knew how strong she was, well, besides her roommate Mary, and Jim, the guy that lived down the hall.  But even they had only seen the smallest glimpse of her true power.  Jen supposed that given that, it seemed that she wanted to keep her true strength a secret from other people, but actually that wasn't exactly the case.  Of course, she wasn't about to let Bud know that just yet.  So she cocked one of her eyebrows, and fixed Bud with a look.  "And just who is this athlete of yours?"  He looked so nervous, it was hard for her not to smile.

"I'm sorry, Jen."  He was wringing his hands like he'd just got caught cheating.  Damn this was fun.  "I know I shouldn't have said anything without asking you first, but this guy is such an ass, I couldn't bare just sitting there and listening to him brag.  Of course it's all up to you, if you don't want to do it, I'll tell him the bet's off.  It was stupid for me to even say anything anyway."

Actually, she thought it was kind of sweet that he would brag about her like that.  She wanted to grab him right there and show him how much she appreciated it, but not quite yet.  "Bet?  What bet?"  She tried to make her voice a little shrill.  It had a dazzling effect on him.

Bud's face was beet red right now.  He was moving his hands around nervously and twitching like crazy.  "Well, if he won, I told him he could have my gym.  But if I won, then he'd retire and let me be the strength coach of the Olympic Power Lifting Team."

Jen almost shouted at him when he said he bet his gym.  Bud loved his gym, even more now that it was starting to do so well.  But her voice caught in her throat when she heard the rest of the bet.  Strength coach of the Olympic Power Lifting Team!  That was Bud's dream!  It was the job stolen from him years ago by Tom Collins. 

Jen knew a little something about having dreams.  Randolf Weiser helped her realize hers, however unorthodox the method he used.  Now she had a chance to repay the favor.  The frown left her face and was replaced by a huge smile.  "Do you remember what I told you the first time we met?"

Bud smiled at her.  "You said you wanted to become the strongest person on the planet."  It sounded like such a ludicrous statement not to long ago.  It was hard to believe how far they came in such a short period of time.

Jen walked up to Bud and grabbed him by the hips.  With a slight grunt, she lifted the 230lb man up off the ground.  It was a difficult lift for her, but not more than she could handle.  "Well," she said looking up at her lover, "let's show them that men are no longer the strongest sex."  Jen couldn't help but to smile, in one fell swoop, she would be able to fulfill the dreams of her boyfriend, and show the world who the new most powerful person on the planet really was.  This was going to be fun.

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[solitariodude]

Yeah, that last line said it all! Thanks for continuing with a great story. Sorry you haven't heard from Sonja, it 'd sure be nice to see some more pics of what's going to happen. K+ to you both

[Jeremy Lightning]

Yeah, man, can't wait to see more of what Jen is capable of! I have always loved small, short women overpowering and lifting much bigger men, as I have told you many times, the only thing I don't like about this story is that she loses her strength. I wish there was such a way that she stays extremely strong at all times. Sure there would be no conflict and no surprises, but when you got extreme feats of strength by a small woman, who needs that stuff? k++!

[spoonmaster]

So I was about to start writing out the next part of The Power of Sex, when I got distracted.  I was watching an episode of Scrubs on TV.  It was an episode about the 5 stages of grief people feel when they learn someone is going to die.  I thought it was a pretty good episode, and it gave me a pretty good idea for a story.  What if I changed around the 5 stages a little bit and made them the 5 stages a man goes through when he finds out that he's no longer the strongest person in the relationship. 

Anyhow, I was so inspired from that idea, that I just had to put pen to paper, or at least, fingers to keyboard, and knock out the first chapter.  And so without any further ado, here's my newest story, which will eventually have several more parts.

The Five Stages of Female Superiority
by spoonmaster


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Stage 1: Shock!

   

Derek Hammer was on top of the world.  Just two weeks ago he signed a 5-year, 50 million-dollar contract with the San Diego Chargers, making him the highest paid linebacker in the NFL.  Not bad for a 25 year old, and miles better than his rookie deal. 

Derek wasn't the greatest football player coming out of college.  He had great instincts and at 6'5, 235lbs, he was very quick for his size.  But he wasn't the best tackler and tended to get run over by some of the bigger backs in the league.  He got drafted in the 4th round, and wound up with a 3-year deal making the rookie minimum.  Not an inconsiderable amount of money, but Derek had always known he was capable of more.

His only glaring weakness was his power.  So he dedicated the 3 years of his rookie contract to getting as strong as he could.  As it turned out, that was pretty strong.  With a fierce determination and an amazing work ethic, Derek gained 30lbs of solid muscle and added over a hundred pounds to his bench press.  Now, weighing in at a rock solid 265lbs, Derek is considered the hardest hitting linebacker in the NFL, earning the nickname Derek "Sledge" Hammer.

Derek was proud of his strength.  He was the strongest linebacker in the NFL.     Very few players at any position could out muscle him, save some of the huge 300+ pounders that played in the trenches.  Just today he set his own personal best of 485lbs on the bench press.  His strength coaches were so impressed; they gave him an unusual afternoon off to relax.  Derek decided to take the free time to take his girlfriend out for lunch.  She wouldn't be expecting him and he thought it would be a nice surprise.

Brandy Dawson was working at Hooters of all places when Derek met her more than 2 years ago.  She was 5'6 and 115lbs of perfectly formed woman.  She had a 36-25-36, hourglass figure, topped by the most luscious DD tits that Derek had ever seen.  On top of that, she was gorgeous.  Wavy brown hair fell to her back and framed an angelic face.  Her dark brown, hypnotic eyes were offset by her gleaming white smile.  She had perfect skin and a flirty attitude that few men could resist.

Derek wasn't too bad looking himself, plus he had a big, buff body.  That alone was usually enough to get any woman, but Brandy was a huge football fan, and when she found out that it was a San Diego Charger about to start his second year flirting with her, she was all over him in a heartbeat.  She went home with him that night where he found out on top of being a smoking hot chick; she was dynamite in the sack.  The two had been together ever since.  In fact, the first thing Derek did after getting his new contract was to go to the jewelry store and pick out a ring for Brandy.  They were working on it now.  In a few weeks, he was hoping she would agree to be the new Mrs. Derek Hammer.

The street was quiet as he pulled up to Brandy's townhouse.  It was the middle of the day; most people were working.  Brandy worked nights and went to school during the day.  The 22-year-old babe was on the final semester of a psych degree.  Luckily for her she was marrying rich, what the hell could you do with a psych degree anyway?  But he knew she didn't have classes scheduled for today and was probably home studying.  Sure enough, her light blue Mini Cooper was parked out front.  He pulled his Hummer in behind her car and hoped out, in a great mood. 

He knocked on the door a couple times, but Brandy wasn't answering.  He was sure she wasn't sleeping, it was pretty late in the day; maybe she was in the shower.  He fished a key to her place out of his pocket (he'd gotten that 6 months ago) and let himself in.  Brandy had a pretty nice place.  She made great money.  Guys were always willing to throw loads of cash at beautiful women, especially when that women filled out a Hooters outfit the way Brandy did.

She was in the front room, running on a treadmill.  She was listening to her Ipod, which explained why she didn't hear him.  She was wearing bright blue pants, stretched tight across her legs down to the calf and a white sports bra that highlighted her bronzed skin quite nicely. 

When Derek first met Brandy, she wasn't much of an athlete at all.  Oh, she kept a slim figure, but she was all skin and bones.  After spending a better part of the last 15 years at the gym, Derek had developed an appreciation for a woman with a little meat on her bones.  For months he pestered her about joining a gym and getting in better shape, sure she was smoking hot, but Derek thought she'd look even better with a little muscle on her bones.  Brandy resisted.  She just wasn't interested; at least at first.   Eventually she became tired of his constant nagging and agreed to go to the gym with him, just to get him off her back.

Well surprise, surprise, Brandy actually loved working out, and boy did working out love Brandy.  She added size and strength at a rate that stunned Derek.  Within six months she added over 20lbs of muscle to her frame, bringing her up to a healthy, very sexy 137lbs.  Her thighs filled up with sexy muscle, as did her arms and torso.  If she was beautiful before, she was simply stunning now.  Brandy was not interested in the bodybuilder look; which was fine with Derek, he wasn't either.  Some of those bigger women looked too masculine for his taste.  When Brandy's biceps peaked at 13", she decided she was as big as she wanted to get, and quit the gym.  Derek bought her some equipment to use around the house, so she could maintain her shape, and it seemed to be working perfectly.  In Derek's mind, Brandy's 5'6 137lb body was the perfect blend of muscle and beauty.  Best of all, she maintained her DD breasts!  All and all, she looked like a goddess.

Derek stood there for a moment, watching his girlfriend run.  Damn her legs were moving fast!  The treadmill below her feet whirled loudly as Brandy moved her legs so quickly they were almost a blur.  Brandy went running with Derek from time to time.  She never had any problems keeping up with him.  He never realized how fast her shorter legs had to move to keep up with his longer stride.  Damn she looked fine.  Maybe she'd give him a quickie before lunch.

Derek crept up behind her; she was totally oblivious to his presence.   He slowly moved his arms up to either side of her head, and then with a quick movement, snatched the headphones from her head.  "BOO!"

Brandy was so surprised she let out a loud scream and nearly jumped out of her skin.  She whipped around so fast her arm smashed into Derek's chest.  He was stunned to feel his body leave his feet and fall down to the ground on his butt, skidding across the floor away from her.  Damn!  She must have caught him off balance or something.  Maybe she was a little juiced from the adrenaline that came with fright. Derek was not the kind of guy to be thrown around so easily.  It must have been one of those freak things.

Brandy was standing with her hand on her chest, taking a deep breath.  "Derek!  Jesus, you scared the shit out of me."

He started to get up from the ground.  "I just wanted to surprise you.  Next time I do, remind me to wear my pads."

Brandy hopped over to him and helped him up.  "I'm sorry babe, did I hurt you?"

"No don't be silly.  I think you might have startled me as much as I startled you though."  Derek wrapped his arms around his little girlfriend.  She felt so good, nestled next to his body.

Brandy returned the hug, then pushed herself up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss.  "What are you doing here, I thought you had practice today?"

Derek puffed his chest out with pride.  He loved every opportunity he could get to brag about his strength.  "Well, I did, but this morning, I set a new personal record on the bench press."

Brandy looked up at him, excited by the news.  He loved telling her how much he was lifting.  She always seemed so impressed by the heavy weights he was able to handle at the gym.  "Really, how much?"

"485lbs!"  Derek flexed his thick, muscular chest.  His pecs bulged out of the front of his tank top.

"Wow babe!  That's awesome!"  She reached out and ran her hand across his rock hard chest.  "Mmmmmm, I just love my big, strong man."

Derek bounced his pecs up and down a couple times, then scooped Brandy up into his arms.  "And your big strong man loves his gorgeous little girl."  He brought her up to his lips, and they shared a long passionate kiss.  "I thought I'd celebrate by taking you out to lunch."

"Mmmmmm, that sounds nice.  Then maybe afterwards, I'll give my He-man, a special desert."  Derek felt a stirring in his loins at the thought of sex with his awesome girlfriend.  "So let me down, you big brute, and let me shower; then we can go eat.  I'm starving."

Derek lowered her back to her feet, and gave her a quick pat on the ass toward the bathroom.  She looked at him over her shoulder with a sultry look on her face.  God, she could get him so damned hard with just a look.  He was tempted to jump her bones on the spot, but instead he asked her, "So where would you like to eat sweetie?"

"Oooo, can we go to Humphreys?  I just love their pan-roasted scallops." 

"Whatever my baby desires."

She smiled at him, god she was beautiful.  "Well, make yourself at home while I get ready."  And she disappeared into the bathroom.

He almost followed her into the bathroom for a little pre-lunch sex, but Derek actually was hungry, and it would take Brandy forever to get ready without him distracting her.  He was perfectly content to wait until after lunch for sex.

He plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.  It was the middle of the afternoon, there was nothing on.  Just soap operas, infomercials, sappy talk shows, and bad movie reruns.  How the hell do you get 200 channels and have nothing good on TV?  Even HBO sucked during the day. 

He flipped off the TV, and jumped up off the couch.  If he couldn't watch TV, he might as well workout a little.  He got onto Brandy's treadmill and glanced over the controls.  It was completely different from what the Chargers had at their training facility, and he had no idea how to work it.  He couldn't remember Brandy turning anything on or off, maybe the track didn't move on it's own.  He tried to start walking on it, but the track wouldn't budge.  He pushed against it hard with his foot; still nothing.  She must have locked it somehow.  He pushed a couple of the buttons on the console, but nothing seemed to have any effect, how the hell did this thing work?

Before he could find an answer to his question, the doorbell rang.  The shower was still running, so Derek went to open the door.  Outside was a pretty hefty guy, though smaller than Derek, wearing a FedEx Freight shirt.  "Hey I got some packages here for...  a Brandy Dawson."

"She's here, but she's in the shower, can I take them?"

"Knock yourself out champ.  She'll probably need your help carrying them anyway.  They're heavier than shit!"

Derek signed for the boxes and then followed the guy out to his truck to see if he needed any help.  There was another, equally burly guy in the truck, rolling out a pair of long, rectangular wooden boxes.  Both were clearly stamped HEAVY, and both bore a red sticker reading 190lbs.  What the hell was she getting that weighed 190lbs?  That's heavy!  Derek reached into the truck and grabbed one of the crates.  190lbs wasn't exactly light, but it was a weight that he could manage.  The muscles in his arms, chest and shoulders bulged as he lifted the heavy box.  The two other men looked at him with admiration at the feat of physical strength.  It took both the other guys combined to heave the other crate off the truck and onto a hand truck.

Derek smiled to himself.  He liked being strong.  He liked being able to lift and carry things normal guys couldn't.  He put a lot of hard work and effort into being so strong; it was nice to be able to show off every once in awhile. 

He led the guys back to the house.  Unfortunately, there were a couple steps leading up to Brandy's front door and there was no way the FedEx guys were getting the crate up there, so Derek carried his crate inside and went back out to pick up the other one.  Both guys seemed impressed with Derek's strength, and Derek was eating it up.  He was a professional athlete, he was used to being admired.  Derek went back out and flipped each guy a twenty before heading back into the house. 

Derek was burning with curiosity.  What the hell did she buy that was so damned heavy?  He looked at the crate for any sign of what it might be.  The shipping label said it was from Atlantis Fitness.  Workout equipment?  Derek knew it was illegal to open up someone else's mail, not to mention an invasion of privacy, but his curiosity was killing him. 

He found Brandy's toolkit; it was right where he left it, no doubt because he was the only one who used it.  A flathead screwdriver and a hammer were all it took to pop the top of one of the crates off.  He scooped out some of the packing material, and sure enough, there in the crate were weight discs.  Lots of weight discs.  He tried to pull them out, but they seemed to all be attached to something.  He searched around further, and his hand felt a bar.  He reached his hand around the bar and lifted.  The damn thing barely moved an inch.  He grabbed it with his other hand as well and gave the thing a heave. 

A humongous dumbbell lifted from the crate.  Jesus, no wonder he was having trouble lifting it, the thing was huge!  The bar itself must have been more than two feet long, and there were 8 large plates and one thinner one on each side.  Derek set the monstrosity down on the floor and gave it a once over.  Holy shit!  Stenciled on the side was 180lbs!  What the hell did Brandy need with a 180lb dumbbell? 

He quickly opened the other crate.  Sure enough, there was another 180lb dumbbell inside.  What the hell was she doing with two 180lb dumbbells?  Neither of the weights were adjustable, the last plate on each side of each bar was welded on.  They were two 180lb dumbbells, and that's all they would ever be.

Derek couldn't even fathom what they could possibly be for.  He usually curled 180lbs when he was doing heavy lifting, but that was using two hands.  There wasn't any exercise that he would use such a heavy weight for.  Hell, the training facility he worked out at didn't even have 180lb dumbbells!  The only person he could think of that could even use such a weight was Tony Hefner.  Tony, a defensive tackle, was the biggest and strongest guy on the team, weighing in at a whopping 340lbs! (some of the guys called him Heffer, but never where he could hear) The guy could bench over 700lbs and was the envy of almost everyone in the NFL aspiring to be the strength king of the league.

But Brandy was a 137lb girl.  Derek would be impressed if she could get one of the weights an inch off the ground using her hands, legs and a forklift.  She couldn't have possibly bought the weights for herself.  Maybe she bought them for someone else?  Maybe they were a gift.  They wouldn't be for him.  Derek never missed an opportunity to tell Brandy how much he was lifting.  It was almost a daily ritual where he'd get home from the gym and wow her with stories about his strength.  And she had spent enough time in the gym herself to know that he'd never be able to lift such a weight.

Then it had to be for someone else, but who?  Tony would be the only person either of them knew who would get any use out of it.  But why would she buy a set of dumbbells, what must have been very expensive dumbbells at that, for Tony Hefner?

The answer hit him like a ton of bricks; and like a ton of bricks, he felt his world crumble down around him.  She was cheating on him!  That little bitch was cheating on him!  With Tony Hefner!  I mean, sure he was a big strong guy, and sure he was an All Pro for the past 3 years, but he wasn't all that much to look at in Derek's opinion, certainly not as good looking, or as buff as Derek was.  He wasn't called Heffer for nothing.  How could she be cheating on him with that fat ass!  How could she be cheating on him with anyone?  He treated her well; he was a catch.  What the hell was the bitch thinking?

[spoonmaster]

Derek was working himself up into a rage.  He was buying her a ring!  He was going to propose!  And she was going to make a fool out of him? 

"Hey babe, you about ready to go?"  Derek was so worked up; he didn't notice Brandy had walked into the room.  She had on a pair of khaki capris and a tight, white tank top with a plunging neckline showing plenty of amazing cleavage.  She hadn't put on much makeup, but it didn't matter, she looked breathtaking nonetheless. 

Derek didn't even notice.  He was blinded with rage.  He was an NFL linebacker, and he was furious.  His impulse was to hit, smash, destroy.  It took all of his self-control to keep from barreling into Brandy right there and knocking her flat on her whore ass.  Instead he took several deep breaths, and then pointed to the dumbbells.  "What are those?"

Brandy hadn't even noticed the weights on the ground.  When she saw them laying there, her face got that look of shock combined with guilt, like she just got caught doing something wrong.  It was all the conformation Derek needed.

Derek Hammer hit guys for a living, but he did not hit women, that was not the way he was raised.  But he needed to hit something.  He picked up a lamp from the end table and hurled it with all his might into a wall.  The lamp shattered into hundreds of pieces.  Derek didn't even see it.  He whirled back around to face Brandy with a look of pure hatred on his face.  "You fucking bitch!  You're cheating on me!  With Tony fucking Heffer!"  He felt like a blood vessel on his forehead was going to burst.

Brandy looked stunned at the accusation.  She probably didn't think a big, dumb jock would be able to figure it out.  "No I'm no..."

"Don't lie to me!  Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?"  It wasn't just rage, there was grief there too.  He loved her; he was going to marry her.  Why did she have to do this to him?  "You're buying Tony Heffer presents!"

"I'm not!"

"Are you fucking him too?"  The very thought made steam come out of his ears.

The bitch had the gall to look indignant.  "I'm not fucking Tony Hefner!"

"Then who are you fucking?  What man out there is giving you something you clearly aren't getting from me?"

"I'm not seeing anyone else, I'm not fucking anyone else.  I love you!  You're the only man in my life."  She was starting to cry.  Probably trying to get him to pity her.  Well that wasn't going to work, not today.

"Fuck you!  Then what did you buy the weights for, huh.  You know I can't use them.  What you wanted some decorations for your fucking house?"  He crossed his arms under his barrel chest and waited to hear her try to lie herself out of this mess. 

Brandy looked at him hesitantly, like she was afraid to tell him the truth.  What the hell could possibly be worse than fucking Tony Hefner, unless maybe she was fucking more than one guy.  That fucking whore!  Finally she let out a big sigh.  "I bought them for me."

"Oh really, for what?"  This ought to be good.

She looked up at him sheepishly.  "I was going to use them for my workouts."

Derek looked at her in amazement.  "That's it!  That's your lie?  You're using them to workout?  What, do you think I'm stupid?  Do you really think I'm just a big, dumb jock that will believe anything cause I'm an idiot?"

"No sweetie, it's the truth."  She was pleading with him now, anything to cover her own ass.  "I didn't want to tell you, I thought you might get upset.  One of the reasons I stopped going to the gym is that I was getting strong, really strong, too strong.  I know how proud you are of your strength, and I thought you'd be upset if you found out I was stronger than you."

Derek raised his eyebrows in disbelief.  How exactly did she think this was going to turn out?  What in God's name made her believe that Derek would ever believe a word of this!  "Brandy, stop.  You're embarrassing yourself.  Look at me; I'm twice your size.  I've been working out for 15 years.  I've had personal trainers and strength coaches.  I've been using state of the art equipment.  It's totally ridiculous to think you're anywhere near as strong as me.  So stop lying to me and tell me the god damned truth!"

"I swear to you, it is the truth.  Every time I went to the gym, I could lift heavier and heavier weights.  At first I thought it was really cool, to be able to get strong so fast, but then I realized that I was getting stronger than most of the guys at the gym.  People were looking at me weird when I lifted weights.  I realized that I wasn't normal.  So I stopped going.  But I loved the way I felt after I lifted.  So I started working out from home.  I didn't want to get bigger, so I'd just do light aerobics, and stuff like that, but I just kept getting stronger and stronger."

The funny thing was, she actually sounded like she believed the bullshit she was spewing.  Maybe she had dated some dumb jocks in the past that would fall for such a bullshit story, or maybe she had learned something in one of her psych classes that she was trying on him.  Whatever it was, it wasn't working.  There was no way she was going to talk herself out of this.

Derek took a seat on her couch, his arms still crossed in front of him.  "All right, Wonder Woman, let's see it.  Show me how you work out with 180lb dumbbells."

She just stared at him for a few moments, as if trying to decide something.  Maybe she was thinking her crazy lie wasn't working and it was time to tell him the truth.  Finally she let out a deep sigh.  Here it comes.  "All right, fine."

He was expecting a confession, but instead she turned away from him and walked over to her stereo.  She pulled out a CD and put it in the CD player.  She turned around and looked at him.  She looked almost sad.  "I'm so sorry, Derek."  What the hell was going on?  Then she hit play.

Some kind of fast beat dance music came on.  Derek had no idea what it was, he was a rock and roll fan himself, and didn't really care for it.  Then she started moving her hips.   She shook them back and forth to the beat of the music.  It was pretty damned sexy. 

Ahhhh, this was her plan, seduce him and have sex with him.  Maybe that's the way pretty girls think, that they can do whatever they want as long as they give you sex.  Well she had simply gone to far.  There was no amount of sex that would make up for what she had done to him.

She turned around, still shaking her hips.  The sadness in her face was gone.  Her eyes were closed.  She was totally lost in the music.  She ran her hands up her hips, all the way up to her breasts.  Damn she was hot.  Maybe he would pound her one more time before he kicked her to the curb.   

She moved forward, toward him, in perfect time to the fast paced music, her hips still shaking in perfect rhythm.  He was getting hard in spite of himself.  Yes, he'd definitely fuck her one last time, and then walk out without saying a word, like she was a whore, which she was.

But then he realized she wasn't walking toward him, she was walking toward the dumbbells.  What the hell was she doing?  She got to where the two enormous weights were resting on the floor and crouched down between them.  She reached out and grabbed one dumbbell in each hand.  Was she crazy!  Each of those things weighed more than she did!  What the hell was she doing?  Then she stood up.

Derek's jaw nearly came unhinged.  As she rose back to her feet, she brought the two huge weights with her!  That's impossible!  That was 360lbs!  Derek would have a hard time lifting both of those monstrosities at once.  But not only did she do it, she didn't seem to have any trouble doing it.  Her face wasn't contorted with strain, her arms weren't bulging with effort, she still had her eyes closed, she was still shaking her hips back and forth, totally at one with the music.

Then her shoulders started moving up and down, again in perfect time to the beat.  It was kind of a modified shrug maneuver.  Again, the 360lbs dangling from her arms didn't seem to be causing her any trouble as she moved smoothly to the quick beat.

Suddenly a realization hit Derek.  She was telling the truth!  He had just ripped her head off for cheating, when she wasn't cheating at all.  The weights really were for her!  As impossible as it seemed, Brandy actually was stronger than she looked.  Derek was filled with a horrible sense of guilt.  He had wronged her.  He owed her an apology and then some.  He got up from the couch and was about to go over to her and tell her he was sorry, when suddenly the music changed, it got faster.  Then Brandy blew his mind!

With a burst of energy, Brandy exploded from her subtle hip and shoulder shaking into huge movements.  Her arms flew threw the air at a frantic pace, still holding the 180lb weights.  Derek's jaw dropped anew.  Picking 360lbs up off the ground and holding it was one thing, but this was something else entirely.  Her arms were thrust out in front of her, then to her side, then over her head, all in a rapid sequence, all while holding the impossibly heavy dumbbells.  Her seductive dance had turned into a form of high impact aerobics. 

The beat of the music was now lightning fast, yet Brandy still moved in perfect time, flowing seamlessly from one pose to the other.  Each pose was some kind of modified version of a weightlifting technique that Derek was very familiar with.  A few bicep curls flowed into lateral raises, which then flowed into rows, which became lunges, followed by squats, which then turned into overhead presses, which transformed into tricep extensions, and on and on, and over and over.  She flowed smoothly from one exercise to the next, each seemingly chosen at random, each performed with perfect balance and grace, all together creating the most amazing, impossible aerobic dance he had ever seen. 

Derek was stunned!  There were no words to describe what he was seeing now.  The music was so fast; several beats per second, and on every single beat Brandy would perform some kind of lift, sometimes with one arm, sometimes with both.  She must have done hundreds of lifts, hundreds upon hundreds.  Every one was done with absolute ease, like her hands were empty, not each holding 180lbs of solid steel.

Finally, after what must have been 5 minutes and nearly a thousand reps of various exercises, the song ended.  Brandy thrust her arms up so they formed a wide V, and shook the ginormous dumbbells like they were pompoms.  She wasn't even breathing hard.  There wasn't even so much as a drop of sweat anywhere he could see on her body!  She looked just as fresh as when she started!  Holy Fuck!

A new song started to play, but Brandy seemed done for the moment.  She walked back over to the stereo, switched the dumbbells so that she was holding both in one hand, and used her free hand to turn the stereo off.  She was holding 360lbs with one fucking hand!  And her arm wasn't even flexed!  Sure her muscles weren't that big, but she did have muscles, and they certainly would be clearly evident if she was having to strain in the slightest, yet her arm was just as relaxed as he empty one.  It was as if all she was holding was a couple of pencils.

"Normally I'll go a lot longer, it usually takes about an hour before I start to get tired."  She turned around and stopped speaking as she noticed the totally stunned expression on Derek's face. 

Stunned didn't even begin to describe how Derek was feeling.  He tried to say something, but his mouth wouldn't work.  How was this possible!  It would have been impossible if she were using 18lb dumbbells, let alone 180lb dumbbells.  And she normally did that for an hour?  That would be thousands and thousands of lifts? The strength needed to perform such a feat was incalculable.  Derek's mind raced, trying to find some purchase on reality, something he could hold on to.

Brandy looked at him with pity.  "I'm so sorry you had to find out this way sweetie.  I swear I never meant to hurt you.  I just didn't know what to say, I can hardly believe it myself."  Not only was she still holding 360lbs of weight with her one hand, but Brandy was a hand talker.  As she spoke, she moved her hands around to emphasize her words.  The hand holding the weights didn't seem to be moving any different than the empty hand.  It was almost as though the 360lbs was weightless to her.

It was all more than Derek's mind could process.  He jumped up off the couch, and then sat back down again, then he got back up. He paced up and down the room.  God, his hands were shaking, he could feel sweat pouring from his brow.  "I got... I go... I..." But his mind couldn't even come up with a complete thought.  What the hell was going on?

All he knew is that he had to get out of here.  He looked back over at Brandy.  She was still holding the twin 180lb weights with one hand.  Her arm was bent at 90 degrees with her hand over her chest.  Even in this position, there was no flexing of her arm.  She looked... patient, as if she was content to wait for him to make the next move.

His move was getting the hell out of there.  He stumbled to the door; even his damn feet weren't working.  He fumbled with the doorknob for what seemed like hours before his hands could finally get it to work.  He nearly tripped going through the doorway. 

"I'll see you later, Derek."  Brandy called after him.  How could she sound so calm?  His entire damned body was shaking. 

He got into his car, fumbling with his keys for several minutes before getting that door to work.  Once he was in, he just sat still.  He looked at Brandy's house, her yard, her Mini Cooper.  It all looked so real, but it couldn't be, none of it could be real.  He had to be dreaming.  He grabbed the steering wheel with a death grip, trying to steady his shaking hands.  He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

After what seemed like forever, he finally felt in control enough to drive.  He turned on the car, and sped away from Brandy's house.  His mind was still reeling, still trying to process the impossible.  What the hell just happened?  How did his life turn upside down so damned quickly!

 

[Jeremy Lightning]

Holy Wow! I'm almost as shocked as Derek, that was incredibly hot to read! k++!

[solitariodude]

Yeah man! Another great start to a another fantastic, erotic story from the master, himself. Thanks and lots of k on that! (Sure be nice to see that workout routine illustrated!)

[spoonmaster]

Good news and bad news.  The good news is, there are actually illustrations for this part of chapter 4.  The bad news is, these are the last illustrations that Sonja had sent me.  I haven't heard from her in almost a month.  I don't know if she ran out of time, or interest, or if she's just ignoring me.

Regardless, there's another part of chapter 4 still to go, and a whole other chapter with several parts of that as well.  Hopefully Sonja will come back and do some more of her incredible illustrations, if not, I still plan to finish the story. 

So without any further ado, away we go!


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Chapter 4b:


For some reason, Jen seemed a lot more nervous than Randolf was.  He couldn't fathom why.  He'd seen her lift the front end of his SUV over her head!  Hell, she did a few reps with it before putting it back down!  No guy was that strong, no guy was even close. 

Of course, no girl was that strong either.  Jen's situation was quite the unique one; people just didn't have super strength.  Or did they?  Maybe Jen wasn't unique?  Maybe Tom Collins had actually found a guy who had the same ability to become super strong as Jen did.  He supposed it was possible.  The sudden image of Tom having sex with whatever behemoth he found made Randolf's face curl up in disgust.  He didn't mind if other people were gay, but the thought of guy on guy action gave him the heebie geebies.

In the end, Randolf decided Tom's new star didn't have the special gifts that Jen did.  Or else why would he need to train for another 2 months.  A quick jump in the hay, and Jen could rewrite the record books right now, lifting poundage's that had never been dreamed of.  Tom's guy might well be the strongest man ever, though Randolf did have some serious doubts, but it didn't matter.  Tom could bring the three strongest men in the world, and they wouldn't have a chance to against Jen after an orgasm.  Randolf was pretty confident that his petit powerhouse would win the day quite handily.

For some reason though, Jen didn't seem to share his views.  Randolf didn't understand.  A quick tumble between the sheets, and Jen could win a tug of war against the starting offensive line of the Oakland Raiders, yet once Randolf had told her about the challenge he made, she had developed a brand new dedication to weight lifting.  Hours a day were added to her weight-training schedule.  Randolf was afraid that her schoolwork might be suffering from all the time she was spending at the gym.

There was only two months 'til the contest.  And two months isn't enough time to make any sort of substantial gains in the strength department; at least not through conventional ways.  Normally it would take someone months of training just to make the slightest gain, it took years of training and dedication to make any sort of substantial gain.

Of course, Jen wasn't limited to conventional training techniques.  While the rate at which Jen gained strength was far greater than anyone he'd ever met, her normal rate paled in comparison to how quickly she gained strength if she worked out while they were having sex.  She made amazing strength gains that way, sometimes adding 10-20lbs to her lifts in a single day!  With such a short amount of time before her impending competition, all of Jen's lifting was to be done while having sex.

Of course, Randolf had absolutely no problem with this.  Jen was an amazing lay.  And watching her lift impossibly heavy weights turned him on more than just about anything.


And so passed two months of sheer bliss.  Randolf would close down and lock the gym early.  Just he and Jen would be alone together.  As soon as the doors were locked, the two of them would strip down to their birthday suits.  Randolf couldn't help but to marvel at how cut and defined and big Jen's body was getting.  Sure she barely weighed more than 100lbs, but on her 5'1" body, those 100lbs of solid muscle looked pretty considerable.  He wished his own body were as impressive.  Sure he had thick, sturdy limbs that contained a pretty good amount of power of their own, but his muscles lacked the shape and definition that Jen's had.

And Jen loved it when he looked at her.  She had absolutely no problems being naked in front of him.  Hell, she probably wouldn't mind having their sex workout sessions in front of everyone in the gym; she was quite the exhibitionist.  But Randolf was a little shyer, so they kept these sessions private.  She'd stand there naked for him, letting him drink in her beauty, then she'd go through a little posing routine.  She wasn't training to be a bodybuilder, and she didn't really know how to pose properly, but her body was so amazing, even her clumsy, casual poses were sexy.  After just watching her pose for a while, he'd walk up to her and feel her muscles.  They really weren't all that big; his hand engulfed her arm easily, but what they lacked in size, they more than made up for in hardness.  Her damned muscles were hard as steel!  Even with all his strength he could barely dent the surface.

Jen would normally let him explore his body for several minutes.  She loved that he admired her so.  But then it was time to get to business.  It took them awhile to figure out a way to incorporate sex into all the different exercises there were, but they had, and Randolf certainly had his favorites.

One was the lat pulldowns.  Randolf would sit on the bench, his back facing the machine.  By this time, he was normally hard as a rock.  Jen would put the pin all the way to the bottom of the stack, 350lbs, then she would turn her attention back to Randolf.  She'd kneel down before him and gently stroke his cock in her hands while giving him some sexy muscle talk.

"Do you see that, that's 350lbs of solid iron, more than three times what I weigh.  Do you wanna see your sexy girlfriend lift that whole stack?  Do you want to see me pull it down to my boobies and rub it all over my tits?  Do you want me to yank on that bar while I ride up and down on your rock hard cock over and over."

Obviously, this would get Randolf going.  She let go of his cock, and take him into her mouth, running her lips up and down the length of his shaft.  Not enough to make him cum, just enough to wet his whistle.  Once he was ready, she'd mount him and impale herself upon his engorged member.  She always shuddered when he entered her, he was so damned big, he filled her up 'til she was about to burst.  She'd start riding him, moving her pussy up and down his cock, until she too was feeling aroused.

Then it was time for the good part.  With her body overcome by lust, she would reach up and grab the pulldown bar.  350lbs should be an impossible weight for a woman her size to move, but the bar would lower nonetheless.  She'd lower the bar back behind her neck, sticking her breasts out right in his face.  Then she'd relax, and let the weight pull her arms straight, let her body be pulled up his cock.  When she was almost to it's tip, she'd pull down again, thrusting the weight behind her back, thrusting her tits into his face, and thrusting her steaming hot box all the way down his shaft.

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At first the lift would be difficult for her.  She'd perform each rep slowly, using all her power.  But as rep after rep passed, as she became more and more aroused, as her body became stronger and stronger; the reps became easier, they became quicker, they became hard.  Soon she was thrusting herself up and down upon his shaft, bringing them both closer and closer to orgasm, until finally, waves of pleasure washed over both Jen and Randolf as he emptied his seed into her body.

Randolf would be spent, but Jen would just be getting started.  She'd remain impaled on his spent shaft.  She'd release the bar with one hand and gently run her fingers through his bushy hair as she continued to pump the bar down and up with one hand, doing dozens and dozens of effortless reps.  She'd continue doing her reps alternating between hands, while Randolf recuperated.  When he was finally able to go again, she'd release the bar, and let the 350lb stack of weight crash back down to the ground.  Then she'd dismount Randolf, and go ahead with her workout, lifting impossibly heavy weights like they were made of helium

One of the draw backs of Jen being so strong was that after sex, none of the weights he had in his gym were heavy enough to give her any kind of workout at all.  It didn't really matter.  Jen's strength would shoot up no matter what the weight she'd use.  But Randolf did like watching her lift impossibly heavy weights.  So he ordered some specialty weights.  Double dense bars and plates, that weighed much more than normal weights did.

One such special weight was a set of dumbbells he got.  The bar alone weighed 25lbs, as did each of the special plates that came with it.  Another way she liked to start a workout was by stacking 5 25lb plates on each side of each dumbbell making two 275lb weights.  Each was 40lbs more than Randolf weighed.  She'd reach down and dead lift the two dumbbells.  Her arms would bulge out with the strain of lifting so much weight.  Then she'd carry the two weights over to where Randolf was sitting naked on a bench. 

At first, the weights were so heavy it would take all of her strength just to hold them, an impressive feat in itself.  Randolf certainly couldn't do it.  But once she impaled herself on Randolf's humungous cock, things changed quite quickly. 

Randolf would always watch her arms.  At first, they'd be bulging to the max with the strain of holding so much weight; then, slowly, her muscles would start to relax.  This was normally accompanied by an erotic moan.  That's when Randolf knew the show was about to start.  The weights would start to move.  With a sexy little grunt, she'd curl the enormous dumbbells up to her chest, then, in one continuous motion, she'd continue lifting until she held the two weights all the way up over her head, all the while riding up and down Randolf's shaft.  Her balance and coordination were just as impressive as her strength. 

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Over and over, she'd curl and press the enormous 550lbs of iron.  Each rep would get easier and easier until they became almost weightless.  Sometimes, in the throws of ecstasy, she'd transfer both dumbbells to one hand, continuing to lift the 550lbs with one hand, while with her free hand she'd fondle her breast, or play with her nipple. 

The sight of her enormous strength along with her riding his cock was sometimes more than Randolf could bear.  Sometimes he was sure he'd cum too early, but every single time, whenever he would climax, she would as well.  They were perfectly in sync. 

Sometimes Jen would let Randolf recover from his orgasm.  Other times, she was feeling a little more playful.  Still holding the two 275lb weights in her one hand, she pulled herself off of Randolf as soon as she was done.  Then she grabbed his big body and draped it over the two gigantic dumbbells.  With a smile on her face and a giggle in her throat, she'd press the entire near 800lbs up over her head, and did her workout with the entire weight!  800lbs didn't seem to cause her any more trouble than 275 did.  She'd just lift and lower his body until he had finally recovered.  Once he pretended it took him a long time to recover, just to see how many reps she could do before she had to stop.  She did 100 reps with ease before Randolf started to get sore, and asked her to put him down.

Jen was ready; she was beyond ready.  Randolf couldn't wait to see the look on Tom's face when he got beat by a tiny little girl.
   

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow! I've loved this story from the beginning, I love the fact that Jen has never really gotten bigger, maybe like a couple of pounds, but she continues to gain strength at an awesome rate, I can't wait to see the looks on the guy's face when they get trounced by a girl that small. k+!

[Sadaras99]

This is great stuff.
Thanks Spoonmaster and Sonja.
K+++!

[solitariodude]

Wow, thanks for the latest update. Sorry about Sonja, I'm "K"ing her anyway. Sure hope she continues with her artwork, even if she won't finish with you.

[spoonmaster]

It's good to know people enjoy my writing.  getting feedback is one of the things that inspires me to continue writing.  Here's the next chapter.  Hope everyone likes it.




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Stage 2: Denial


The end of March was a pretty dead time for Pro Football.  The Super Bowl was normally the first weekend in February, and training camp doesn't start until the end of July.  So there's about 6 months there where football players have "off".

   Not to say that nothing happens during those 6 months.  There's free agency, the draft, and owners meetings.  For the players, there's minicamps and OTAs.  Most of the player activities are "voluntary", but everyone shows up, at least almost everyone.  It's only about 15 days worth of training, and it's usually necessary to keep in shape during the off-season.

   Of course, that's the minimum necessary to stay competitive.  The players are all good in the NFL.  In little league, high school, and even college, a lot of guys could get buy without a lot of work if they were really talented, but in the NFL, everyone is really talented.  What separates the good from the great is the amount of extra work you're willing to put in above and beyond.

   Most of the great players are great because of that extra work.  As Derek Hammers entered the team's training facility, he saw the team's All Pro lineman outside working on his footwork.  The team's starting quarterback was working on routes with the #1 wide receiver.  Inside, a couple perennial Pro Bowlers were in the film room looking at tape of some of next year's opponents.  Not a whole lot of guys were there at all, but the 5 or 6 guys that were there were the 5 or 6 guys who were the best on the team.

   Derek certainly considered himself in that category.  His speed and instinct, coupled with his new found strength had turned him into one of the most feared linebackers in the NFL.  The only way he was going to stay that way was to put extra time into the area that didn't come naturally to him, the strength.  A lot of guys mailed it in after getting their big payday, not Derek.  Money wasn't what drove him, at least not totally.  He had a dream of his bust making it to Canton, and you didn't make the Hall of Fame by being "pretty good".

   The weight room was empty.  The team did have organized workout sessions, but Derek liked to come in on his own to keep his edge.  Today was arms day.  He took a few minutes to properly stretch before getting to work.

   He started with some standard bicep curls.  He loaded a barbell with 100lbs and started performing some reps.  100lbs wasn't all that heavy for Derek, it was just a warm-up.  Instead, he concentrated on his form, doing slow, controlled lifts, making sure he flexed his 22" guns as hard as he could at the top of each lift.  It was important to concentrate on form when you were using light weights, that way when you got to the heavy ones, muscle memory kicked in.

After his warm up, he brought the weight up to 140lbs.  A little more difficult, but still well less than he could handle.  By the end of this set, he could really feel his arms start to burn.  Derek loved a good workout.

Then it was time for his heavy set.  He loaded the bar with 180lbs and gave his arms a little stretch.  180lbs.  He couldn't even think about the number without remembering the odd events from three day's past.  The image of his 5'6", 137lb girlfriend lifting two such bars so easily was probably burned into his mind forever.  He grabbed the heavy barbell and curled it up to his chest with a grunt.  Damn it was heavy, even for a 6'5", 265lb professional athlete.  For a woman Brandy's size, it would have been impossible to lift.  Derek had been numb with shock for most of that day at the impossibility of what he saw.

The he realized that is was impossible.  This wasn't a comic book.  There was no alien planet, or island full of amazons.  There were no genetically altered spiders, or magical radiation rays, or whatever the hell else gave normal people superhuman strength, in such fantasy stories.  This was the real world; there was no such thing as superhuman strength.

Derek had once read that if you eliminated the impossible, whatever is left, however improbable, must be the truth.  Brandy Dawson was not Wonder Woman, or Supergirl, or the Bionic Woman, or any such thing.  There was no way she was strong enough to do what he had seen her do, no one was.  So the weights must have been fake.  Sure he had lifted them himself, and sure they seemed real enough, but it was simply impossible for her to do what she did with real weights.  The only possible explanation was that she had used some kind of trick weights, or had somehow switched them, or something.  Derek had no idea how, but he'd seen David Copperfield make the Statue of Liberty disappear once, and he knew that was impossible as well.  Just because he didn't know how she did it, doesn't mean she didn't do it.

The sudden realization was a huge relief.  For a moment he had thought he was going insane, but he wasn't.  Brandy had tricked him, plain and simple.  The only thing he couldn't figure out was why?  It didn't make any sense; at least it didn't to Derek.  But then who knew how the mind of a woman worked?  For the past three days he'd been trying to figure out why she was playing a prank on him.  He had been avoiding her those three days.  He kept telling himself he didn't want to confront her until he knew her game, but that wasn't totally it.

Derek had said some pretty horrible things, had called Brandy some pretty horrible names.  He had never apologized to her.  He had totally forgotten that he was about to apologize before the craziness had started.  Now he knew he was in trouble.  She would be mad at him, and he wasn't sure how to face it.  He supposed he should just suck it up and be a man.  Despite her strange prank, he still did love her, and still wanted to marry her.  His ring was going to be ready in two weeks.  Before that day got here he had to repair his relationship.

Derek finished his 10th rep with the 180lb barbell.  Beads of sweat had formed on his face and his whole body was trembling with effort.  He slowly set the barbell down on the ground and shook out his arms, trying to get his circulation back.  Then he did a couple of poses in the mirror.  Derek wasn't a bodybuilder.  His arms weren't perfectly shaped, or well defined like a bodybuilder's would be.  Derek wasn't training for shape; he was training for pure power.  Still he was pretty proud of the way his body looked, especially the 22" guns.  He might not have been a bodybuilder, but he was damned close. 

Derek wasn't the only one admiring his physique.  "Oooo, nice guns, stud."

Derek turned his head at the voice.  It was Brandy; he hadn't even heard her come in.  "Hey."  Derek had been dreading this moment, but in a way, he was glad it was here.  Now he could just get it over with.  "How are you?"

"I'm fine.  It's been awhile."  She was wearing a pair of dark blue, skintight jeans and a white, sleeveless tee shirt with pandas on it.  The shirt was cut high, exposing her flat stomach.  You could see the faint outline of a 6 pack on her stomach, even as she relaxed.  The shirt was not low cut, unusual for Brandy's clothes, but it was so tight, it showed off her amazing rack nonetheless.

Derek took a deep breath to give him time to collect his thoughts.  "I know; it has been awhile.  Look, I'm sorry I haven't called you, and I'm not going to give you some lame ass excuse like I was too busy.  Truth is, I had a bit of a hard time dealing with what happened the other day."

Strangely enough, Brandy didn't look angry.  That was odd; women usually took every chance they got to get pissed off at a guy.  Brandy's face wasn't filled with anger though; it was filled with compassion.  "I know sweetie.  That's why I've been giving you your space.  But I think it's important that we talk about it.  It's the only way we can resolve whatever issues we have."

"We don't have any issues.  Look Bran, I'm sorry.  I was a jerk, and I was mean, and I said a whole lot of things that were really ignorant and I didn't mean."

She looked a bit surprised at the apology.  Clearly this wasn't the conversation she prepared for.  "You don't have to apologize."

"Really?"

She looked confused.  "Sweetie, I was lying to you.  It may not have been the lie you thought it was, but it was a lie nonetheless.  You had every right to be mad at me.  Really, I'm the one who should be apologizing to you.  I know that trust is the backbone of any good relationship, and I'd like to think we have a good relationship.  I'd hate to think that I did something to ruin that."

There it was, she practically admitted that she tricked him into thinking she was stronger than he was.  He wasn't sure he would consider it a lie, though that was probably semantics.  Derek reached out and took Brandy in his arms.  He gave her a big, firm hug.  "You didn't ruin anything.  Brandy, I love you, and it's going to take a little more than a 'lie' to stop that.  Now let's just put this all behind us and move on with our lives."

She smiled up at him; he felt like he was in heaven.  "Fine, we'll put it behind us."

Derek smiled.  Whew, that was a lot easier than he would have ever thought it would be.  "There, now everything is back to normal.  There is one thing I'm just dying to know though."

She looked at him expectantly, like she knew the question was coming.

"How did you do that thing with the dumbbells?"

Not the question she was expecting.  She arched her eyebrow in confusion.  "I'm sorry, what?"

"The dumbbells, you know, was it some kind of magnet, or did you pull the ole switch a roo on me?"  If the trick was easy enough, maybe it was something he could do to the guys at the on the team, his own little practical joke.

Brandy's eyes lit up, like something finally made sense to her.  "Awe, now I get it."

Now it was Derek's turn to be confused.  "Get what?"

"Fake weights!  You don't think it was real!  You're in denial."  She sounded like she was Sherlock Holmes, cracking a big case.

"Denial, what the hell are you talking about?"

Brandy was beaming now; she looked positively excited.  "It's a coping mechanism.  The brain is a very complex organ.  Throughout your life you develop a sense of the ordinary, a set of established parameters that you accept as reality.  The older you get, the more stringent those parameters become.  When you encounter something that exists outside of those parameters, your brain will try to find a way to fit that into the reality you have grown to accept."

What?  Derek was having a hard time following anything she was saying.  It just sounded like a whole bunch of shrink mumbo jumbo.  Wait a minute, that's it!  "Ahhhh, now I see what's going on here, Mrs. Fourth Year Psych Student!"

It seemed we were taking turns being confused; it was Brandy's turn.

"This is some kind of experiment, right.  I couldn't figure out why you'd pretend to be stronger than me, but now I see.  This is some kind of senior thesis, some paper you're doing on the psychological effects of established parameters, or whatever you were talking about."

The patient look was back.  A mother trying to explain something complicated to her child.  "I think we both need to get on the same page here Derek.  What happened the other day wasn't a trick.  Those were real weights.  I lifted them using my real strength.  When I said I lied to you, I meant that I had been hiding my real strength from you."

Confusion was back to Derek.  "What?"

"Sweetie, I am strong, really strong, hell, I'm super strong.  I'm the strongest person you're ever likely to meet by a whole lot." 

"Awe, come on now Bran.  I figured out your game.  We both know it's impossible for someone to be as strong as you appeared to be, so why are you keeping up the act.  If you want to do your study, that's fine, I'd be happy to help."

She sighed.  "Derek, it's not impossible.  Unlikely, sure; improbable, definitely; but impossible, no.  I know how hard this is for you to comprehend; it would be hard for anyone.  It's like you opened your door and saw a Martian standing there.  But I assure you this is quite real, and it's important for you to accept that.  Now I'm not saying it's going to be easy; in fact, it will probably get harder before it gets easier, but it has to be done."

Derek was confused, he couldn't see what she possibly hoped to gain now that he'd figured her out.  "Brandy, stop being silly.  You tried to trick me, succeeded marvelously, but now it's over.  Like you said, why can't we just move on?"

Brandy planted her fist on her hips and adopted that stubborn pose women have when they're determined to get their way.  "You'll know when it's time to move on, Derek.  Now, neither of us is leaving here until you believe me.  We're in a gym, so just tell me what you want me to do to prove to you that I'm super strong."

Derek was starting to get a little annoyed.  This wasn't cute anymore.  Time to shut her up.   "OK, Wonder Woman, let's do it then."  He walked over to the dumbbell rack and grabbed the 140lb dumbbell.  It was the heaviest they had in their gym, and it took Derek two hands to lift it.  He carried it over to Brandy and set in down at her feet.  "There, lets see you lift that."

"How would you like me to lift it?"

Did it matter?  It was impossible.  "I don't care, do a bicep curl."

Brandy shrugged.  "OK, how many reps?"

"100."  If they were trying to be ridiculous, might as well be really ridiculous.

Brandy just nodded as it that was all ok with her.  She bent down to grab the dumbbell.  She wasn't even doing that correctly.  You're supposed to squat down when you're lifting something heavy so you can lift with your legs.  She had bent down at the waist; all the pressure would be on her back.  She could really hurt herself.  Derek was about to say something, when she stood up.

The numbness of shock came flooding back as he watched his 137lb girlfriend lift the 140lb dumbbell off the ground with the utmost ease.  Without fanfare, she began curling the huge weight up to her chest and then lowering it back down again.  This couldn't be happening!  It was impossible!  But Brandy made it look ridiculously easy.  Nothing moved but her one forearm.  There was no rocking, no swinging, just a smooth, effortless curling motion.  Up then down, up then down.  Derek watched for a while, hypnotized by the movement.  Then he shook his head. This wasn't possible!  It had to be some kind of trick.

He walked up to her and grabbed the arm she was curling with.  There had to be some kind of brace, or mechanism, or something that was helping her do this, but he felt nothing, just the silky smoothness of her skin.  Hell, her arm wasn't even flexing!

"That's cause this is so easy for me, it's no strain on my arm what so ever."  It was eerie how she answered his thought like that.  It was like she could read his mind.  "Flex your arm for me Derek."  The whole time she continued her curls, her voice showed no sign of any kind of strain at all.

Derek did as he was bid.  He flexed his gigantic, 22" biceps.  He'd always been proud of their size, proud of their strength, until now.

"Good, now feel your bicep, give it a good squeeze.  Feel how hard your muscle is."

Derek did as she asked again.  His muscle was solid; it was very solid.  He had to squeeze as hard as he could to make any kind of dent at all. 

Brandy nodded up and down with approval.  Her arm kept moving up and down like it had a mind of it's own.  "Good, now come over here and feel my muscle."  Brandy lifted her free arm, and flexed it for Derek.  Her 13" bicep looked pretty big on her petit frame, but it was simply dwarfed by Derek's.  There was no way she could possibly be stronger than him.  But then how was she curling that dumbbell so easily?

Derek reached over and grabbed Brandy's arm with his hand.  It was perfectly shaped and defined, like she'd been working at it for years instead of months.  He gave it a light squeeze.  Damn the thing was solid, just as solid as his.  He bore down, giving it a hard squeeze, nothing happened.  He poured all of his might into squeezing her arm, nothing.  He couldn't dent the damn thing as much as a millimeter.  It was like she was made of steel!  How the hell could she possibly be this hard?

"You see, your arm is much bigger than mine, but mine is much, much harder."  There was no strain in her voice from her continued curls, and no pain from his assault on her arm.  To hear her, you'd think they were lounging on chairs, having a lazy conversation.  "So while you have more quantity when it comes to the muscle department, I have a lot more quality, which apparently is what's more important, because it allows me to do this."  She turned her attention back to her arm, which had now been curling that huge dumbbell for several minutes.  She seemed just as fresh now as when she started.  "And 100."  She set the dumbbell lightly down on the ground, again bending from the hips.  She stood back up, putting her hands back on her hips, adopting the Wonder Woman pose.  "What's next?"

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Derek's brain was trying to understand what he just saw; but it was failing miserably.  There was no way she did that!  It was simply impossible!  There had to be a reason, there just had to.  Maybe she knew some trick for dumbbells that he didn't know.  Maybe it was time to use some real weight.  Not that 140lbs was anything to sneeze at, but there were a lot of guys who could lift a lot more than that, not the way Brandy just did, but they could lift it nonetheless.  That was it, it was a trick with the dumbbells, time for some serious weight, time to watch her fail.

He led Brandy over to one of the squatting stations and started to load up a barbell.  Plate after plate went on the bar until he had 6 45lb plates and a 25lb plate on each side, 635lbs.  It was right near his max.  He knew he was foolish for trying to lift such a heavy weight without anyone around to spot him, but he was bound and determined to reveal Brandy's fraud. 

"All right, stand back."  Derek positioned himself under the bar.  He set his grip and then took a couple of deep breaths, psyching himself up.  With a mighty heave he pushed up on the bar.  The barbell rose up from the rack, it's full weight now squarely on his shoulders.  Damn it was heavy.  He took a few steps forward, out away from the rack.  He took another couple deep breaths and then lowered himself down to a squat position.  He wasn't sure he was using proper form; he really didn't care.  When you were lifting this much weight, form went right out the window.

The pressure on his joints was intense, but pushed the pain to the back of his mind, he'd deal with that later.  Another couple of breaths and he tried to stand back up.  His face reddened and every muscle in his body bulged with immense effort, but slowly and surely, he was able to rise higher and higher, until he was once again in a standing position. 

One rep was all he could do with this much weight, so Derek scooted back to the rack, sweat pouring down from his face, totally spent from his exertion.  He dropped the weight back down on the rack, then pulled himself out from under the weight, shaking his legs, trying to keep them loose so they wouldn't knot up.  "So, what do you think of that?"

Brandy was nodding her head up and down; she looked genuinely impressed.  "Not bad sweetie, not bad at all.  You should be really proud of yourself.  I'm sure most guys out there would be happy if they could lift half as much."

Derek felt his chest puff out a little bit.  Things were back to normal; he had shown her the power of the stronger sex. 

Brandy looked away and pointed to a dry erase board against one of the walls of the room.  "What's that, honey?"

"That's the gym's lifting records."  Elsewhere, it might be significant how much you weighed when showing records, but at the San Diego Chargers training facility, all they showed was the biggest lifts from the strongest guys.  The record listed for the squat was 920lbs, a good deal more than Derek just lifted, but he was hardly embarrassed.  A guy who outweighed Derek by about 70lbs lifted it.  Most of the records on the wall were his.

Brandy smiled as though she expected that answer.  Then she skipped over to the squat bar and started to remove plates.  Derek audibly breathed a sigh of relief.  Part of him had been afraid that she really was as strong as she said, but seeing her make the bar lighter before she lifted made him feel automatically better about the whole thing.

But she kept removing plates; in fact, she removed all the plates until the bar was empty.  Derek gulped; he was getting a bad feeling about this.  His worries were confirmed when Brandy walked over to the stack of 100lb discs.  They weren't used very often; the 45lb discs were usually enough.  Brandy bent down and grabbed a 100lb disc in each hand and brought them back over to the squat bar.  She had no problem putting the discs on the bar, even using just one hand to do it.  Derek was getting a very, very bad feeling about this.  She went to grab two more discs, then two more, and then two more again.  She kept loaded more and more discs until finally the bar was full, full of 100lb discs!  Derek counted up all the discs; there were 9 of them.  9 on each side of the bar!  That was, that was 1800lbs!  Plus the weight of the bar, it was 1845lbs!  Almost a full ton!  No!  It wasn't possible; it couldn't be possible!

"There, honey, that doubles your gym's record.  Now, do you think little old me can handle that big bad weight?"  She seemed supremely confident.

Derek shook his head back and forth furiously.  "No, no way.  There's no way anyone could ever lift that.  It's not possible!"

Brandy positioned herself under the bar and set herself.  "Derek, I think it's about time we changed the limits of what's possible."  And with that she stood.  None of the preamble Derek had used to lift a weight 1/3 as heavy.  She simply stood, and the 1845lbs was lifted with her.  The ends of the bar bowed under the enormous strain, but Brandy seemed to have no problem handling the weight.  She strolled out from the rack like she had nothing on her shoulders heavier than a scarf, and walked all the way until she was right in front of Derek.

She lowered herself to the ground, slowly, gently and smoothly; down to a perfect squat position.  She held the pose for several seconds, before rising back to a standing position, just as effortlessly.  Then she repeated the lift again, and again, and again!

Derek's jaw nearly came unhinged in disbelief.  His mind was struggling to find some kind of toehold on reality, but there wasn't anything there, just his girlfriend and her impossible strength.  It couldn't be real, but there she was, squatting 1845lbs, and making it look easy.

Brandy didn't even seem to be paying attention to what she was doing.  Her face wasn't contorted in concentration, as it should have been.  Instead, she stared at Derek, almost as though she was examining him.  Her features were inquisitive, patient.  "At first I was just going to keep my strength from you.  I didn't think there was any reason to put you through what you're going through right now.  But now that the cat's out of the bag, I think it's important that you accept what I am, and what I can do."

Brandy stopped squatting, but she wasn't done yet.  She adjusted her grip on the bar, and then, without any fanfare, lifted the colossal weight up over her head.  There was still not even the barest hint of effort.  "It's not a trick honey.  These are the weights you and your team use every day.  This is your gym, your weights.  All of it is real, just like me."  She started walking around the gym, holding the near ton overhead with ease.  Every now and then she'd stop and do a couple shoulder presses with the weight, it was so easy to her.

Derek was running out of excuses.  Could it be possible?  Could she actually be this strong?  She walked back over to him and held the big barbell out in front of her.  The bar bowed under the tremendous weight it held, but Brandy was handling it as easy as if it was a coat hanger.

"Would magnets explain how I could do this?"  Suddenly the bar started to bend, and not further toward the ground with gravity helping, it was bending up.  The plates on either side of the bar rose further and further from the ground as the bar was bent into a U shape from the impossible strength of Brandy's super strong arms.

Derek was dumbfounded.  There was no explanation; there was no trick.  The only thing that made any sense at all was that Brandy really did have super strength.  The realization hit Derek like a ton of bricks, he didn't know what to do, what to say.

Unfortunately, Brandy took his realization to be continued disbelief.  She took another step closer to him, and swung the U shaped bar over his head so that the weight discs were behind him.  Then she continued to bend.  Derek felt the barbell tighten around his arms until they were trapped.  She had wrapped him up using a solid steel bar!

She moved her hands back around to the front of the bar, which was tight around his chest.  "And just incase you still don't believe the weight is real."  Slowly, Derek felt the weight around his chest increase more and more.  His knees buckled and he was forced down to the ground until he heard the weight THUD to the ground behind him.  Brandy let go and took a step back, her hands crossed under her breasts.  "All right, big boy, try to get up."

Of course it was useless.  Under the best conditions, it was 3 times more than Derek could squat, and there was no way he'd be able to so much as budge the weight from the ground using all his strength.  But with the barbell tied around him like it was, he had absolutely no leverage, which made the lift even harder.  For the sake of trying, he struggled against the weight, but it was like being strapped to a car; he wasn't going anywhere.

"Do you believe me now?"  Brandy arched an eyebrow at him, again her expression was more inquisitive than it was challenging.

"I do, I mean I have to don't I?  What other explanation is there?  But how did you get so strong?  How is it possible?"

Brandy shrugged.  "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm from another planet of super strong amazon women.  I was sent here by my people to protect mankind from it's own increasing violence."

Derek's eyes bugged out in his skull.  "Really?!"

"No, not really."  Brandy sighed.  "Derek, I'm human, just the same as you or anyone else."

"Brandy, you're nowhere near the same as anyone else."

She walked over and knelt beside him.  Her fingers tracing across the metal bar still bent around Derek's chest.  "Albert Einstein was hundreds of times smarter than anyone else in history, but nobody thought he was from an alien world.  Ludwig van Beethoven was deaf for a good part of his life and was still able to write amazing pieces of music without hearing a note, yet he didn't come from some magical isle filled with super human composers."

Brandy placed her thumb and index finger on either side of the bar.  No way!  She couldn't possibly!  But sure enough, Derek felt the weight get lighter and lighter around him, and soon he himself was lifted up off his feet.  Derek's jaw dropped at this newest display of strength.  Brandy was holding both Derek and the 1845lb barbell off the ground with just two fingers!  She still wasn't straining!  She was unbelievable!

"It would take hundreds of men to equal the strength that I have right now, and I have no idea if I'm still getting stronger, or how strong I can eventually become.  But what I do know is that I'm 100% human.  I'm just another in a long line of people throughout history that has been given a gift above and beyond what most people are given.  For me, that gift just happens to be strength."  The whole speech was given without any hint of strain in her voice.  Over a ton, and it still seemed weightless to her.

Derek looked at her arm, the beautiful, perfectly feminine arm that was so effortlessly supporting such an enormous weight.  She followed his gaze and actually giggled.  "You know babe, I really do love being so strong.  It's such a rush being able to do things no one else in the world can." 

Derek heard the screeching of metal.  His gaze jumped back to her fingers, which were now squeezing into the bar.  The solid steel stood no chance against the power of her fingers.  Once she had squeezed it practically thin, she once more grabbed the bar with both hands and started to pull.  Slowly, incredibly, the metal bar started to pull apart like it was taffy.  Derek felt a sense of relief as the metal was pulled away from his arms and chest.  Soon the bar split in two and Derek dropped down to the ground.  He looked up at Brandy, who was holding one half of the mangled bar with each hand. 

"Oops, it looks like I broke your weight.  Here, let me fix it."  Derek watched in amazement and Brandy brought the two halves together and started squeezing the metal.  Solid steel was molded between her hands like it was clay.  Soon, her powerful hands had fused the metal bar back into one mangled mass, much shorter than it was before; far too short to be used with two hands.  That hardly mattered to Brandy.  She held the bar casually in one hand.  "There.  Now you finally have a dumbbell that I can get some use out of."  She effortlessly curled the monstrosity with the greatest of ease. Derek could only watch in wonder as she lifted such a ponderous weight.  Derek wouldn't be able to handle a tenth of the weight as easily with both hands.

Brandy blasted through 30 curls looking almost bored.  Finally she sighed and put the gargantuan dumbbell down.  "Nope, even that's as light as a feather to me.  Gonna have to find something a lot heavier to give me any kind of descent workout."

Brandy walked back over to Derek and helped him up off the ground.  She led him over to a nearby bench and let him sit on it.  "I think we took a big step today Derek, but there are going to be a lot more steps we have to take before this turns into something you're able to easily accept.  Like I said before, it's probably going to get harder before it gets easier."  Brandy sat down on Derek's lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.  "But I want you to know something.  I love you with all of my heart, and I have a tremendous amount of patience.  I'll give you as long as you need to deal with this, but when it's all over, I promise you, our relationship is going to be far stronger than it ever was, and we'll feel a richer love for each other than you have ever felt."

Brandy hugged him, and he hugged her back.  Derek didn't hear much past "going to get harder".  How the hell was this going to get harder?  Derek wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Man! I mean, my mouth was wide open and I was drooling reading that brother! In other words, that was incredibly awesome, and may have been the best story I've seen you do, and with the quality that I've seen from you, that's saying something! k+ to infinity!

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Well, I was looking over older chapters of this and I noticed that Sonja is now listed as a guest.  I guess that means that she's no longer a member of this site.  So I'm afraid there will be no more pictures for this story.  Hopefully my words will paint a good enough picture that you all won't need them.


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Chapter 4c: 


Mary Davis felt terrible.  In her entire life she had never felt this way before.  If she had known that it felt this bad being rejected and ignored by someone you had a total crush on, she would have been a lot nicer to some of the guys she had known in the past.  But being ignored was not something that Mary had any experience dealing with.  She was beautiful, blonde and oh so busty.  Mary Davis made guys lovesick; she did not get lovesick herself.

And yet she was.  She could barely think of Jim Beam's name without feeling a fire burn inside of her.  Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was his face, and every song she heard on the radio seemed to be written about her and Jim.  This must be what it was like to have a crush on someone.  This must be what it's like to be in love, and yet the loved was not returned, and so Mary Davis suffered.

It had been a slight surprise when Mary found out the reason that Jim wasn't paying attention to her was that he had a crush of his own, on her roommate, Jen Walker.  That in itself was hard enough to believe.  Sure Jen was pretty, hell she was even sexy, but she was no Mary Davis!  Not even close!  At first Mary couldn't believe it.  Married men flirted with her, in front of their wives.  How could someone think that Jen was prettier than her?  It just didn't make any sense.

It all became clearer about a month ago when Mary finally found the reason that Jim had a crush on Jen, it was because Jen had a freakish amount of strength for a girl her size.  That was until she had sex, then she had a freakish amount of strength for the Incredible Hulk!  Mary had no idea how Jen got so strong, but she was, and Jim loved it. 

It's not like Mary was exactly a 138lb weakling.  She was as active as anyone in school, and her body showed it.  Her limbs were tight and toned, and cute little feminine muscles popped up when she flexed.  She had amazing endurance, better than most guys she'd dated, and she was pretty strong for her size.  Mary didn't know a whole lot of girls at school who could bench press their own body weight, but Mary could bench hers, and for reps.  Of course doing reps on the bench press with a 135lb barbell paled in comparison to what Jen could do, and Jen seemed to get stronger and stronger by the day.

But Mary was not to be deterred.  She was in love with Jim Beam, and if Jim liked strong women, then by god, Mary would become the strongest woman she could be.  The day after Mary had discovered Jim's obsession, she hit the gym with a renewed dedication.  Gone were the hours of cardio and toning exercises, they were all replaced by strength building exercises.  Mary spent her hours at the gym lifting for strength with a ferocity few at her gym matched, and the results were amazing.  In a month she had added 5lbs of solid lean muscle, which made her look even more gorgeous than she already did, but it was her gains in strength that were truly astounding.  In a single month Mary added a whopping 100lbs to her bench press!  She was stronger than all but the largest, most dedicated guys at her gym. 

Mary's goal was a 140lb barbell that she set up.  She had found out what Jim weighed and set his weight on a barbell for her goal.  When she was able to lift that weight, then she'd be able to win her man.  Finally, after a month, it was time.  She walked up to her 140lb goal and took a couple of deep breaths.  She reached down and grabbed the big weight with her hands.  Everyone at the gym had stopped what they were doing to watch the breathtaking blonde.  The weight came up off the floor easy enough.  Her tight, toned arms bulged with the effort of supporting the big barbell.  She took a couple of deep breaths and with a mighty heave, curled the weight up to her huge, voluptuous chest.  Guys who had been staring at her with lust now looked at her with awe.  Few here could match such strength, though most were a good deal bigger than Mary.

Mary closed her eyes as she felt the weight in her hands.  In her mind, she imagined the big barbell was Jim, and he was looking down at her with the same look of awe and lust that all the other gym patrons were using.  The thought made her feel powerful.  She adjusted her grip on the bar, and with a few more deep breaths, pressed the 140lb weight up over her head.  She could hear several gasps of astonishment from the male on lookers as the 143lb babe was performing a strength feat that most of them could only dream of, but Mary paid them no mind.  All her concentration was on the weight she held overhead; the weight she imagined was Jim.  She lowered the bar back down to her heaving breasts and then pressed it back overhead.  Then back down and then up, down and up.  She pressed the weight over and over, groaning with the strain.

She performed 10 of the lifts before once again locking her arms up, holding the 140lb weight high above her.  She finally opened her eyes and gazed at the reflection staring back at her.  She looked so powerful, so beautiful, a goddess of strength and beauty.  She looked around at the men staring open mouthed at her.  She was ready, as ready as she was ever going to be, it was now or never.  She lowered the weight back to her chest and walked over to the nearest gape mouthed guy.  She thrust the weight out to him and with her throatiest voice, said "You mind racking this for me stud?"  As soon as she said the word rack, his eyes instantly dropped to her magnificent melons.  He absentmindedly grabbed the barbell she held out to him, his eyes never leaving her chest; at least until she let go of the barbell.  The weight was more than the gawker could handle, and he collapsed under the prodigious weight.  Yes, it was definitely time! 

Mary strode back to her dorm full of confidence.  She could still see herself holding the 140lb barbell overhead.  In her mind's eye she saw the barbell as Jim.  There'd be no way he'd be able to deny her while she was holding him overhead it would be a dream come true for him.  Mary couldn't help but to suppress a smile, she'd finally get her love.

As she approached her dorm, she saw that fortune was on her side.  There was a large truck sitting outside the dorm.  A large crate was sitting behind it with 300lbs stamped on the side.  Jim was standing next to it, signing a clipboard.  So, Jim bought some weights huh.  Well, it would only give Mary more chances to show him how strong she'd become, and all for him.  She could feel butterflies in her stomach.  She'd never been so nervous in her life!  She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and then took a step forward to claim her man.

She stopped after one step, a lump forming in her throat.  There was her roommate, Jen Walker.  Jen had been standing behind the crate; the crate was so big it hid her diminutive roomy.  The two movers were trying to decide how they were going to get the 300lb crate up to Jim's second floor room.  Jen took made their decision for them.  With consummate ease, she lifted the huge crate to hold it before the stunned movers with one hand, like she was a waitress holding a tray.  Jen must have recently had sex.  She held the 300lb crate like it was a pillow.  The two big movers stared at her with looks of awe; Jim had a look of lust.  Mary could practically see his heart beating out of his chest.

Mary's world crashed down around her.  She remembered how heavy the 140lb bar was for her to lift, with both hands, and she looked at how little trouble Jen was having handling twice the weight with one arm.  Mary simply couldn't compete with that kind of power.  She could workout 8 hours a day, everyday for the rest of her life and never be as strong as Jen was right now.  It was hopeless; she was defeated.

As Mary watched in despair, Jen plucked Jim off the ground with her free hand like he was a doll and tossed him up in the air, catching him on top of the crate.  His 140lbs might as well have been an ounce; the 440lbs was weightless to the petit powerhouse.  Jen sauntered into the dorm, carrying the huge crate and grown man with no more effort that Mary would carry a textbook, the tiniest textbook ever written.

So, this is what it felt like to have your heart broken.  After all the work she had done, all the hours spent in the gym, all for nothing.  Mary ran into the dorm and to her room.  She locked the door and threw herself onto her bed.  She couldn't stop the tears from pouring out, she didn't want to.  She just wanted to lie in her bed forever, alone with her pity.

"Mary, what's wrong?"  Mary was so wrapped up in her sorrow; she didn't even hear Jen come into the room.  She tried to collect herself, but it was no use.  She just cried louder.

Then Jen was on the bed next to her, enveloping her in a big hug.  Another person's touch helped.  Jen could feel the tension leaving her.  She brought herself under control and turned to face Jen.  Jen was looking at her with concern.  Mary knew she should be mad at this woman who was the object of her loves desires, but how could she.  Jen had no idea how she felt, Mary had never told her.  Maybe it was time.

"I'm in love."  It took all her self-control to get that out.

Jen clearly didn't understand.  "You're in love.  Well that's great.  Why are you crying then, you should be happy."

"He doesn't love me back."

Now Jen looked perplexed.  "How's that possible.  I mean look at you, you're gorgeous, and sexy, and smart, and funny, how can any man resist you?"

Mary took a few more moments to collect herself.  It was embarrassing to loose a guy to another woman, it had never happened to her before.  She didn't know how to react.  She didn't know how Jen would react.  "It's Jim."

"Jim, Jim who?"

The words came out of Mary's mouth a whisper.  "Jim Beam."

Jen looked surprised.  "Jim!  You mean our Jim?  Wow, I didn't even know he was your type.  Huh, well I can't..." Jen's face went blank, like she just realized something, then her jaw dropped and her face flushed deep red.  She looked guilty.  "Oh my god, Mary, I'm so sorry.  I didn't know!  Oh god, we had sex.  Oh Mary, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize, you must be so mad at me."

Mary grabbed her friend by the shoulders and gave her a little shake to stop her babbling.  "Jen, it's okay, I'm not mad at you.  You're my best friend, and you had no way of knowing.  I'm the one who should be sorry, I should have told you months ago.  I've just been getting so tired of the jocks and the meatheads.  All they want is sex; none of them cares about love.  But Jim, he's so sweet, and innocent, and compassionate, and cute.  God I just want to cuddle him like a big old teddy bear."

Jen still was looking confused.  "I don't get it, how could a guy like Jim Beam not fall head over heals for a girl like you?"

Mary sighed.  "Cause he loves someone else."

"Who?!"

"You."

Jen's jaw dropped, shock and surprise evident on her face.  "He loves me?!  But I had no idea!  How could he love me over you?" 

Mary actually smiled when Jen said that.  She was happy that Jen thought it was strange too.  "It's cause you have something that I don't have."

Jen looked Mary up and down, she was still wearing her sexy workout clothes, and looked mighty damned hot if she did say so herself. "What?"

It wasn't really fair, it's not like Jen was ugly.  She could possibly be considered the hottest girl in the dorm, next to Mary of course.  Jen was pretty, but Mary simply radiated beauty.  "It's your strength that he's in love with.  The strength that allows you to lift a 300lb crate off the ground like it's a Frisbee."

Jen's face reddened as she realized that Mary had seen her before.  She looked embarrassed, almost ashamed.  "But aren't you stronger than Jim too?"

Mary smiled, and flexed her bicep for Jen.  She wasn't going to win any bodybuilding contests, but a decent sized, perfectly shaped ball of female muscle rose up from her nicely toned arm.  "Of course I'm stronger than Jim, I'm a lot stronger than him.  Hell, in the last month, I've been out lifting guys a lot bigger and stronger than Jim Beam.  In fact, right now I'm one of the strongest people at my gym.  But my strength is nothing next to yours.  I mean after you have sex, your damn near supergirl!  Didn't you tell me you lifted a car once?  There's no way I can compete with that."

Jen's eyes were glazed over, she was somewhere else, remembering something else, then she got an idea.  Mary could practically see the light bulb go off.  "Are you sure?"

"Am I sure about what?"

Jen grabbed Mary by the hands and led her to the bed.  They both sat down.  "Mar, until about three months ago, I had no idea I got so strong after sex.  I mean, have you ever done anything strenuous after sex?"

Mary couldn't help but to smile.  "Well, sometimes I'll try a different position."

Jen punched her friend on the shoulder.  "You know what I mean.  Maybe sex can make you strong to.  Maybe it works for you, the same way it works for me."

Strangely enough, the thought never occurred to Mary.  It seemed so strange that it could happen to anyone at all, she never thought to consider that maybe it wasn't just something that only Jen could do.  "I don't know, do you think it's possible?"

Jen looked up at her with a sultry look on her face.  "There's only one way to find out."  She reached up and kissed Mary on her lips.

Mary had never been with another woman before, she'd never actually had the desire, but she actually found kissing Jen quite nice.  She had such soft lips, and she was so gentle, so passionate.  Guys always ravaged her with an animalistic lust.  Jen was more gentle, more soothing, the subtle passion of love.

Mary closed her eyes and gave way to her friend.  She moaned in ecstasy as Jen's lips left hers to roam across her neck.  She felt Jen's hand wander up to her breast, where she started to gently fondle as opposed to savagely squeeze as men usually do.  Mary found she really liked it.  Jen's hands were so soft, they flowed across the skin of her breasts like they were silk, and she knew just where to touch, just how hard to squeeze.  Mary moaned in pleasure, it felt so good, maybe there was something to this lesbian thing after all.

Jen's soft, supple lips slowly moved down her neck to her breasts.  She took her tit into her mouth and gently sucked, running her soft tong along her nipple.  As she worked on her breast with her mouth, Jen's hand slipped down past Mary's stomach.  She slipped her hand into Mary pants and gently ran her fingers across her clit.  Again, Jen seemed to know just where to touch her, and just how to touch her.  No man had ever made her feel this way before.  Mary started squirming; her body moved to the beat of her libido, she moaned in pleasure as Jen brought her further and further to the heights of pleasure. 

Then Jen's lips left her breasts, and traveled down to join her hands at Mary's steaming hot box.  Mary's hands wandered over to her own breasts, and picked up right where Jen's lips had left off, meanwhile, Jen's fingers were replaced by her tongue.  Her tongue ran over her clit unlike any man she had ever known. The sensations coursing through her body were more intense than any she had ever felt.  Mary squirmed and thrashed around as she gave herself totally over to pleasure.  Waves of pleasure washed over her body over and over again as Jen expertly worked her magical tongue.  Finally the damn burst, and Mary experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.  A white-hot fire consumed every inch of her body, breathing a life into her that she never knew existed.  When she opened her eyes, everything seemed clearer, the scents of their room seemed more pungent, every sound rang through her ears creating the most beautiful symphony she had ever heard.  Mary never knew she could feel so alive.

She looked down at her friend, who was still kneeling before her, with a smile on her face.  "You're going to have to teach Jim how to do that!"

Jen smiled the sweetest smile up at her roommate.  "Well, lets see if it worked."  Jen got up and glided across the room to where she had some weights set up.  Jen never liked to be too far away from free weights.  The girl seemed to fill every single free moment of her day with exercise of some kind.  Jen started loading 45lb discs onto a long straight bar.  Mary was getting used to using heavier weights, but never anything close to what Jen was loading up.  She had put 7 45lb plates on either side of the bar, all the 45lb discs they had in their room, all the discs that would fit on the bar.  There was just barely enough room to fit the collars on either end. Mary did some quick calculations in her head.  It was a 675lb barbell, more than Mary had ever lifted, a lot more, more than twice what Mary would use for her heaviest lifts.

Mary rose up from the bed, the butterflies were back in her belly.  If this worked, she would finally be able to have the man of her dreams, if it didn't...


Jen stepped back as Mary stepped up to the weight.  She smiled up at her friend, at least Jen was confident.  Mary wished she felt the same.  The barbell looked so big, there wasn't anyone at her gym that lifted such a big weight, and there were some big guys at her gym.  She bent down and wrapped her hands around the bar.  Her heart was pounding in her chest, her throat felt dry.  She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer, hoping someone somewhere was listening.  Then there was nothing left to do but stand, so she stood.

Her arms felt so light, that she thought the barbell must have slipped through her hands, but when she opened her eyes and looked down at her hands, they were grasping the weight.  She was standing up straight, holding a 675lb barbell, and she couldn't even feel it!  Oh my god!  It worked!

Mary looked at her arms, she remembered earlier when she lifted the 140lb barbell at the gym; the small muscles on her arms had been bulging out with the effort.  Now her arms looked relaxed, like she was holding nothing heavier than a pencil.  Mary smiled; it was the most incredible feeling in the world!  She curled her arms up to her chest.  The weight followed effortlessly, it truly was weightless. 

She let go with one hand, not even bothering to move the other to the middle of the bar, it didn't matter, even with one arm the barbell felt weightless.  She did a couple of curls, no problem.  She pressed it overhead, easy as pie.  She couldn't believe it, she was supergirl!

She looked over to find Jen.  Jen was standing there with a huge grin on her face.  "Do you think Mr. Jim Beam will be able to resist you now?"

Mary was so happy she laughed; she bounded over to her roommate, and picked her up in the air in a great big bear hug.  Mary didn't even realize she hadn't put the barbell down yet; it was like it wasn't even there.  "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...."  Mary rained kisses all over Jen's face.  Jen giggled like a little schoolgirl. 

"You're welcome, babe.  It's nice to have another member of the supergirl club."  Jen reached out and snatched the barbell from Mary's hands.  She handled the weight just as easy as Mary did.

Mary was beaming.  There was a god out there.   Now, she finally had the means to woe the man of her dreams.  Jim Beam would never know what hit him.