The Last Confession
By Secret, secret.author@altavista.com
How strong is it realistically possible for a young girl to get? Find out here...



This is the last confession of me, Doctor Nicolas H. Thomson. As I am writing this, I do not know how 
much longer I will live, but I am sure that it cannot be long.

This story begins 14 years ago; I had just moved to Sweden to work for AstraZeneca. After just a short 
while, after seeing all the gorgeously beautiful women of this country, a question started to take form 
within me: “How strong and muscular would it be possible for a woman to get?”. The question would 
have been equally significant for a man, if it would not have been for three facts:
I had always had a deep interest in strong women, I had a good starting point with the beautiful 
Swedes, and the experiment is more interesting with women who are generally 30% weaker than men 
are.

The hardest part was to create the perfect genetic base for the girl. In regular genetics, you would have 
to use many generations, but of course that was not an option for me. I had to settle with one generation 
of perfect genes. For both the father and the mother, it was not sufficient that they were strong and 
muscular, they would have had to develop that with minimal effort. That was the only proof that they 
had the muscularity easy coming- anybody could work out in the gym.

What I had to do was to look for people who were the least likely to have muscles, but still had them. 
For a father I found a software engineer who had not seen a gym in his life, but who still where very 
well built. For a mother I had to look for quite a while, but finally I found her in a hotel reception. I had 
gone to Stockholm to work there for a month, and lazy as I am I had packed everything that I needed so 
that I would not have to do any laundry. Needless to say, it was close to impossible to carry the 
suitcase. Only the anger from a delayed flight and the rain that made me soaking wet even for the short 
distance from the taxi to the lobby made it possible for me to carry the bag using both my hands. I 
looked around in the yellow reception to see if I could find a trolley to lighten my burden, but non 
where to be seen. So I struggled up to the receptionist, who was a young and very good-looking girl. 
She was about 5.6 feet tall and had long brown hair and brown-green eyes.
- I have made a reservation under the name Dr. Thomson, I said.
- Yes, it’s right here, and since you’re a gold member all of the paper is already taken care 
of. Here is the key for your room. It’s 316, just up the elevator to the third floor and then 
to the left.
- Thank you. You wouldn’t happen to have a trolley somewhere? I asked, but feared the 
worst.
- No, I’m afraid not, but can I give you a hand?
Before I had time to answer she walked around the reception and lifted the bag with one hand. I am not 
a superman, but I am definitely not below average, and I could hardly handle it with both hands. I 
could also clearly see her biceps under the shirt. Not a big bodybuilder biceps, but a very defined, and 
rather impressive piece anyway.
- Oh, impressive – you must work out a lot?
- Actually no, I hardly ever visit the gym, it is boring and I don’t see any purpose in it, she 
replied to my surprise and excitement.
That was when I realized that I had found my baby girl’s mother.

It is a known fact that everything can be bought with money, and I have plenty of that. As I had 
figured, the boy could be bought with the low amount of $100,000, while the girl required the much 
higher $10,000,000. The deal was for them to have sex until they were successful, and for me to deliver 
the baby for her in secret 9 months later. He was to forget about it immediately, and she was to tell 
everybody that the baby was born dead. Luckily for me it was a girl the first time she got pregnant.

Being a medical doctor, I watched the girls diet strictly during those months and I also gave her some 
mild drugs that I was sure would increase the muscular development on the unborn without causing 
any serious damage.

Meanwhile I bought a mansion outside Lund in southern Sweden. The basement of the house was 
rebuilt for my experiment. I had one chemical laboratory, one medical room, three rooms for the girl to 
live in and- of course- a big gym. Everything was connected to a surveillance system in a room in the 
regular house. I also had a lot of special toys and other equipment made for these purposes.

The baby was born in April, the same day as they announced it to be the first day of spring that year. I 
named her Sara, from my own love in Sweden. The moment she was delivered I put small plastic 
weights on her wrists and ankles. They did not weigh much at all, but she would start to move her arms 
and legs around before anything else, and the human body has an amazing ability to adapt to its 
surroundings. I was not sure how much it would influence her muscle development, but I was surprised 
to see that she started moving as soon as any regular baby, and just as much. It was as if there were no 
weights at all. Periodically I increased the weight of her jewelry.

I wrote my Ph.D. on the influence of drugs and workout on young people, I guess I subconsciously 
knew about my fantasy long before I realized it. I do not know if my studies were meant to prepare me 
for this, or if this was an experiment to conclude my studies. I admit that I have always been twisted, 
and it is hard to know what a twisted mind thinks, even if you are the twisted one yourself. I used the 
results from the thesis to plan her diet of steroids and other drugs to stimulate her muscle growth, and 
her consumption of protein drinks. I made a plan on when she was ready to start with different phases 
of muscle training and actual weight lifting.

I am pretty sure that getting strong, or to create a strong person, is as much psychological as it is 
physical. If you do not want to get strong, you will not make it. Therefor I arranged her rooms in the 
basement to stimulate that. Out of the three rooms I made one the bedroom, one TV room and one 
dining room. Even though she had a TV room with a big sofa and a lot of toys, she still had TV screens 
in all three rooms (and in the gym, but she would not use that for a couple of years).

The TV screens that were located in all rooms showed strong, muscular and beautiful women; and 
small, thin and ugly women. They were directed to clearly show what ideal that was to strive for. To 
top it off I had put some subliminal messages into the films about how good it is to be strong. On the 
big TV she could choose from films that I had produced, it was regular action films, but with big strong 
women and all of them with a lot of messages. One message that I used a lot was that it is wonderful to 
train in a gym, but it is not allowed for small and young girls (reversed psychology is important). To 
add to this I put a glass wall in the bedroom that showed her the gym.

I put a lot of toys in the TV room, especially a lot of Lego, but of course designed to weigh a lot more 
than usual. I also put a lot of female bodybuilding magazines in there.

By the time Sara was 1 year old she could walk and I moved her down to the basement for the first 
time. She already looked more “shaped” than most young girls did, and she had a good grip. I knew she 
needed exercise, so I bought her a big German Shepherd that she could play and run around with. She 
had her mothers brown hair, but she had even greener eyes.

At this time I started to give her the protein drinks and I slightly increased her steroid doses. I also gave 
her a new drug, Memphine. This drug is similar to Amphetamine, but much much weaker and not very 
dangerous, but it is very addictive. The good thing is that it does not take effect until you strain your 
muscles, i.e. she will not get the kick until she pumps her muscles hard.

For the next two years she played a lot down in her rooms, and she actually seemed to be happy. She 
had a lot of imagination, and built weapons and gadgets out of the Lego to try to resemble the Xena-
like characters in the movies she saw. Her favorite game was to wrestle the dog, she liked it and so did 
the dog. I saw that she was frustrated by not being allowed to go into the gym, and she actually started 
building weights out of the Lego to be able to train. The closer to her third birthday she got the more 
she trained with her homemade weights, and the less she played.

On the day of her third birthday I had baked a big chocolate cake, and I went down to her with it. She 
was standing in the TV room pumping, but she did not stop when I came in. Usually she stopped when 
she heard me, since she though she was not allowed to do it. This time she had built two dumbbells that 
she was pumping with, but I could not see how much they might have weighted. She pumped 
extremely hard and the sweat pored from the young girl. The Memphine seemed to have her in ecstasy 
when she put her muscles to the limit. At this point her biceps seemed like apricots in her very toned 
arms.

After a couple of minutes she stopped and dropped to the floor, but with a big smile.
- High dad, do you have any presents for me?
- Yes I do. First you will get this cake, and then I will show you the rest.
She ate the cake with great enthusiasm. All the time I could see her incredible muscles move. To this 
point I had not done any tests of strength on her, but I could not wait anymore now.
- Before you get your present, I would like to arm wrestle you. You will not win, it is just 
that I need to know that you are not a little wimp. You do know that we can’t have that, 
don’t you?
- Yes, sure dad...
We sat down on each side of the table. It is hard to lock hands with such a small girl, but I made it. 
Jesus, her grip was firm. The hand was small as a regular 3-year old, but with rock-solid muscles. She 
said go and immediately started pushing. I knew she was very strong, so I did not hold back- instead I 
tried to pin her, but it took a while. Of course I won the match, I had rather much weight to put on her 
small arm, but it took over a minute.
- Good girl, you are very strong, but the next time we arm wrestle I require you to win over 
me. You will get some time to train, but all of a sudden I might challenge you, and you 
must win.
- Ok dad, I’ll do my best. So what is my present?
I pulled up a small remote with just one button. When I pressed the button, the glass door to the gym 
opened. Sara looked at me with big happy eyes.
- OH DAD, THANK YOU, she said as she gave me a big firm... very firm... hug.

The following years she spent most of her waken hours in the gym and I increased the doses of all her 
drugs to an appropriate level. I also taught her all the theory about bodybuilding, things like not 
training the same muscle two days in a row. She grew rapidly and she became unbelievably strong.

By the time she was four, her biceps where big as apples. She did 10 times 3 reps with 20 pound 
dumbbells and she bench-pressed 80 pounds for as many reps. At five her dumbbell weight was 30 
pounds, and at the bench she did 120 pounds. At six she did 40 and 160.

On her seventh birthday I thought it was time again. She now had biceps the size of large oranges and 
she had a perfect washboard stomach. She had broad shoulders and on top of them her beautiful face 
with the beautiful green eyes. Her arms had defined and wonderful muscles, but was still smooth and 
firm. Her hands were both the young hand of a seven-year-old, but still looked as though they could 
kill a Grizzly. She had all the innocence of her age, but still the power and force of a tiger. She now did 
10 times 3 reps with 55 pound dumbbells and 10 times 3 reps in bench-press with 200 pounds, and she 
hardly broke a sweat.
- Now it’s time for a new arm wrestling match, I said. And this time you must win.
- Ok, I think I can handle it, she replied. Yesterday when I strained with the bench-press I 
made marks from my fingers in the iron bar.

We locked hands, and I believed her about the bench-press. Even before we started, my hand felt like 
that bar. When I said go she did not apply pressure, that I could see, but I pressed as a lunatic. She did 
not move an inch. I felt that I became red in the face, and the more pressure I applied, the more my 
hand started hurting.
- Wow, I didn’t know I was this strong, she said and she was clearly aroused.
After that she slammed my hand into the table squeezed it so hard that a couple of bones broke inside 
it. She was so thrilled and aroused that she slammed both her hands in the table and broke it. I was in 
pain on the floor over my hand, so she lifted me and carried me into the medical room, all the while 
breathing heavily of excitement. This was her dream come true.

Following this event she clearly had gotten a liking for destructive acts and she trashed the basement. 
She continued to train and to grow just stronger while she smashed everything. I started to get afraid of 
her and rarely came down there, but still I fed her with all the drugs that she needed to make her as 
strong as possible... and strong she became.

Here I am 7 years later, hiding behind a five-inch steel door and it is starting to give in for her muscles. 
I do not know what she will do to me once she has gotten through the door, and I do not know what she 
will do to mankind. What I am sure of is that she will kill me, and there is nothing I can do to protect 
me from her incredible powers. I want to apologize to mankind for setting this muscle woman loose. 
There is the sound of the thick metal bending from the force of her arms, good bye...