Archie's Mom - Part 1
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Archie's Mother Mary Andrews becomes a powerhouse


Archie Andrews had been hiding in the small broom closet in the basement of
his house for almost three hours at this point, staring out through the small
slats in the bi-fold doors. The seventeen year old Riverdale High student was
watching his forty year old mother work out.

A bit more than a year ago Mary Andrews had been a normal housewife. However
her marriage to Archie's father Fred had been strained and they had been
seeing a counsellor. He had suggested she take up an activity or hobby, she
had tried several different things: scrapbooking, knitting, painting, yoga,
but the one activity that had stuck was weightlifting.

Mary had quickly become obsessed with getting bigger and stronger. Archie
wasn't sure but he believed his mother was taking steroids. But they seemed to
be more powerful than the ones Archie was familiar with. In a year his mother
had gone from an average 5'6" 110 lbs. to a monstrous 6'7" and what Archie
could only guess was well in excess of 300 lbs. of massive, veiny and defined
muscle, but for all he knew she could have been close to 400 lbs. Archie was
impressed, terrified and aroused at how strong his mother had become.

Archie crouched in the broom closet, his pants down around his ankles stroking
himself as he watched his mother rhythmically doing alternating bicep curls
with each arm while using a special expensive set of weights she had purchased
that were over 300 lbs. Archie remember when she had first purchased them a
few months ago; his father had been upset over what they had cost. Back then
Mary had only been about 6'2" and 235 lbs. but that was still bigger and
stronger than her husband and she had threatened to beat him and take
everything from him in a divorce. Fred had not made any more comments about
her purchase after that.

"Eighty-three... Eighty-three... Eighty-four... Eighty-four..." Mary counted
between controlled breaths. Archie was completely fascinated as he watched his
mother curl the huge heavy weights with each arm with machine-like
determination. Her arms bulged and relaxed obscenely each time she raised the
weight in the air, each massive bicep was almost as big around as Archie's
waist while her huge forearms were easily the size of his thighs.

Archie struggled to control his own breathing not wanting to make any noise
and let his mother know that he was watching. He knew that it was wrong to be
aroused by his own mother, but she was just so unlike other women. Everything
that had changed with his mother had led Archie to discover that while he
liked any and all girls, it was a big powerful woman like his mother now was
that really turned him on. However the social norm suggested that this was not
something he would want others to know.

"Ninety-nine... one hundred... one hundred..." Mary finished counting and then
dropped her heavy weights to the ground with a thud.

Archie's mother stood up off the heavy duty workout bench she had been sitting
on still pumping her arms. She was wearing a pair of black spandex bike shorts
which were about the only article of clothing that she could pull over her
massive thighs and a pink t-shirt. The T-shirt had the sleeves cut-off, the
neck had been cut larger to fit her giant bull neck and large slits had been
cut in the sides so that it could fit over her huge chest. The shirt was
stretched to the max by the sheer size of Mary's upper body. Yet despite all
the changes her face was still that of Archie's mother, although it looked
rather awkward sitting on top of her thick neck still framed by the bob of red
hair that she had worn for as long as Archie could remember.

The wall across from the closet had been covered with a floor to ceiling
mirror. Mary walked over and looked at her magnificent physique in the mirror,
her back towards Archie.

"God, yes," Mary moaned. "I'm so much bigger!"

Archie stared transfixed as his mother brought both arms up and powered into a
huge double biceps pose. He could see the already cut seams around the arm
holes strain not to be ripped even larger. Archie could see his mother smiling
at her reflection and she then kissed the veiny peak of each arm. Mary then
brought her huge arms down as she moved into a front lat spread. As Mary's
chest and back spread wider and thicker from the flex, Archie could see the
already torn shirt tear more as it struggled to remain intact.

"Come on, come on," Mary grunted as she powered her flex willing her muscles
to get larger.

Archie was jerking himself off furiously as he watched the shirt tear apart as
his mother's chest and back burst outwards with expanding muscle. The shirt
fell to the floor as Mary turned around and let out a loud bellow up towards
the ceiling. Archie was given a full view of his mother's huge naked breasts
which jutted out proudly from her thick muscular chest. Archie lost all
control and let out a loud groan as he came on the closet door.

Mary looked down at the closet door and strode over. Archie was frozen with
fear over being caught and didn't even move. With a swift yank Mary ripped the
closet door off of its track and tossed it aside as if it were a piece of
Styrofoam. She looked down at her surprised and frightened son who was
standing slightly crouched over with his pants around his ankles and one hand
on his cock.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Mary asked.

Archie stared up past his mother's huge breasts at her impassive face. He
wasn't sure if she was upset with him or not. It only made him worried. He
tried to think up some response that wouldn't make the situation worse.

"What a silly question," Mary said. "Of course you enjoyed the show."

Archie then realized his mother's eyes were looking at his dick which still
had a few drops of cum dripping from the tip.

"I... I... uh..." Archie stammered.

"It's quite alright Archie," his mother said. "Frankly I like having an
audience, although I'd prefer it if you don't hide in the closet."

"Really?" Archie asked with surprise.

"Of course," Mary said. "I'm glad that you like my new body. You're so
progressive, unlike your father." Archie wasn't sure what to say. He just
stood there staring back up at his mother.

"Of course it's a little strange for you to think of your mother that way,"
Mary said.

Archie quickly pulled his pants back up over his waist making his mother
chuckle.

"So you like my big... powerful... muscles?" Mary asked flexing and drawing
out each word almost teasingly.

Archie could only stare at his mother's huge muscles and nod his affirmation.

"Well you're in luck son," Mary said. "I am but the first of many. A new
social dynamic is about to occur, the question is will you resist or will you
submit?"

Mary punctuated the question by flexing her huge bicep intimidatingly in her
son's face. Archie found himself wondering just how his mother had changed.

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Archie awoke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. Archie wasn't sure why
his alarm clock was going off, it was the weekend and he didn't remember
setting it. Sleepily he rolled over and looked at the time

to see that it was just after eight o'clock.

"What the hell..." Archie mumbled.

He slammed his hand on the sleep button and buried his head under his pillow
trying to get back to sleep. However a few moments later he heard his door
open and then he felt the sensation that he was rising up into the air.
Panicking Archie look up and saw that he was indeed somehow higher up in the
air; the headboard on his bed was touching the ceiling of his bedroom.

Archie looked sat upright looking around and heard his mother chuckling and
then he saw that she was at the foot of his bed, holding both it and him up in
the air.

"Rise and shine Archie," Mary said with a smile.

"What the..." Archie started to say.

Before he could say another word his mother tilted the bed sideways dumping
him to the ground in a heap before setting his bed back down. Archie lay
underneath his blanket and sheets groaning from the sudden fall. Mary reached
down and tossed aside the blankets.

"Come on Archie, don't you want to come watch your mother work out?" Mary
asked.

Archie just grunted and grabbed his pillow and held it over his head.

"Hmm, I thought you would be more enthusiastic about this," Mary said,
"Especially since I'm starting to train a new student today."

Archie pulled the pillow off his head and looked up at his mother a little
confused.

"I thought that might get your attention," Mary said with a smile. "That's
right I'm training a new student today; and it's somebody you know quite well.
Now hurry up she's already waiting in the basement."

She walked over to Archie's dresser and rummaged through it looking for
something. She then threw some clothes at Archie. Archie caught a shirt but a
pair of shorts hit him in the face.

"Get dressed and meet me in the basement in ten minutes," Mary said. "Or I'll
have to punish you."

She turned and left his room, her huge frame barely fitting through the door
which she closed behind her. Archie sat there a little stunned by what had
just happened. He then looked at his bed and realized that it, with him in it
had to weigh well over four hundred pounds and yet his mother had lifted it as
though it were nothing. He wondered just how strong she was.

However he also didn't want to find out what she meant by punishing him. He
quickly got dressed in the clothes his mother had tossed at him. He left his
room, made a quick stop at the bathroom, before heading to the basement. Along
the way he wondered who his mother's student would be. His mother didn't have
as many friends anymore as she rarely went out anymore.

He walked down the basement stairs. There was a door to the right which led to
the area that his mother had turned into her workout room which dominated the
basement. He opened the door and was treated to a view of his mother's
expansive back as she was flexing.

"... you can be as big as me," Mary said between grunts as she flexed her huge
arms.

"And you think he'll like that?" Archie heard a familiar girl's voice ask.

Mary relaxed her flex and turned around to see Archie standing just outside
the door.

"Well he certainly seemed to enjoy it yesterday," his mother said looking down
at him. "Come on in Archie, say hello to Betty."

Archie somewhat reluctantly entered the workout room. Standing in the room
just past his mother, dressed in yoga pants and a tight workout top was Betty
Cooper.

Archie had known Betty since they had been in kindergarten. They had been
friends for years but then in highschool Betty had developed a big crush on
Archie. Unfortunately for her Archie didn't exactly feel the same way, he was
more inclined to keep his options open and if there was one girl that he
really liked it was Veronica Lodge. Archie had tried to convince Betty that
they were just friends but for some reason the message never seemed to get
through to her.

"Hey Archie!" Betty said. "I finally know why you've never been too interested
in me. But your mother here as agreed to help me so that you'll be all mine."

Archie glanced at his mother who just smiled and nodded. He then realized that
this was probably his punishment for spying on his mother yesterday. Archie
wasn't exactly impressed; it's not that Betty was unattractive. She was tall
and thin and had an attractive face with natural blonde hair and bright blue
eyes. But she was relatively flat chested with barely B-cup breasts and not
much else to her figure. She had nothing on Veronica who was a little shorter
but had long raven black hair and chestnut brown eyes to go with her bountiful
D-cup breasts that she always wore a push-up bra to make them look more like
DD's and her round bubble butt that looked like it belonged in a rap video.

"Well now that Archie is here we can get started," Mary said clapping her big
hands together loudly. "So first things first let's do some measurements so we
can track your progress okay? Archie go get the measuring tape and a blank
notebook and a pen from the office."

Archie begrudgingly headed back upstairs, muttering to himself about his
mother inviting over Betty. He found the items his mother had requested and
headed back downstairs where Betty was standing on the old doctor's scale his
mother had purchased as Mary measured Betty's height and weight.

"Alright Archie take some notes here, height five foot nine, weight one twenty
two," Mary said.

For the next little while Archie was stuck taking notes as his mother measured
each part of Betty's body. Archie soon found he had more information about
Betty's dimensions then he wanted. There was no way he was going to tell
Veronica any of this.

"Okay now let's see where you are at with your strength," Mary said once they
were done measuring.

For the next hour Betty lifted increasingly heavier weights in various
exercises until she couldn't lift anymore. Archie jotted down in the notebook
what her maximum was for each lift. Once they were done Mary took the notebook
from Archie and looked it over.

"Well you're starting off better than I did," Mary said. "So you should see
some fast improvement. I'd say we can double all of these in just three days."

"Really?" Betty asked excited.

"No way," Archie commented.

Mary turned towards her son with a glare.

"Do you doubt the power of the female body?" Mary asked as she seemed to swell
with muscle intimidatingly, flexing without flexing.

"I... uh..." Archie stammered.

"I think a little competition is in order," Mary said. "I bet you by the end
of this session Betty will be able to lift more than you."

Archie couldn't help but scoff. Sure his mother was strong, but she'd built
that up over more than a year. Sure Betty was already fairly strong for a
girl, but Archie was no slouch. Archie was on several sports teams at school
including basketball, baseball and football. He wasn't a star player, but he
didn't ride the bench either.

"I doubt that mom," Archie said. "I might not be as strong as you but I'm a
pretty good athlete in my own regard."

Mary just shrugged her son's argument off.

"We shall see," she said simply and dismissively. "Let's begin with a simple
two arm curl."

She led Archie and Betty over to a pair of two arm curl bars and she set them
up with an equal amount of weight at 45 lbs.

"I want you each to do ten reps with this, we'll keep incrementally increasing
the weight ten pounds at a time until one of you can no longer continue," Mary
instructed them. "Ready...? Begin!"

Both of them quickly cranked out the ten reps. Mary then added five pounds to
each of their bars and had them go again. Once again they both cranked out the
reps. This continued until the weight on the bar reached eighty pounds. Archie
was surprised at how Betty had been done all of the reps easily so far; he had
actually had some difficulty with the seventy five pounds.

"...and go!" Mary said once the weight had been added to their bars.

Betty smoothly did the ten curls and set the bar down and smirked at Archie
who was only on six. Archie strained and struggled but he was able to do ten.
He wasn't sure how Betty seemed to be doing this so easily.

As Mary was putting yet another five pounds on each bar Archie looked across
at Betty. She didn't even seem to be exerting herself much, yet he never had
known her to be this strong. Archie meanwhile had sore arms and he was
starting to sweat profusely.

"Aren't you getting tired?" Archie asked as he wiped some sweat from his brow.

"Why would I be tired?" Betty responded. "This is barely testing my guns."

Betty flexed her arm and Archie saw a large bicep that was easily as big as
his own. He knew that her arm had not been that big earlier. He stared at the
flexed muscle in surprise.

"All set," Mary announced. "Now begin!"

Betty grabbed the bar and easily cranked out ten more reps.

"No problem," she said setting the bar down.

Archie struggled to curl the bar up to his chest just once and then on the way
down he lost his grip and the bar fell to the ground.

"Well it looks like Betty won the first round," Mary said. "But maybe you'll
win one of the other rounds."

But Archie didn't win; not one single round. Somehow Betty proved to be
stronger than him at every single lift and exercise that they did.

"Alright Betty, you've made some good progress today," Mary said. "Let's see
what your measurements are now."

Archie was forced to once again note all of Betty's measurements. Every part
of her had gotten larger it seemed. However the part that left Archie in
disbelief was that Betty was now 5'10 and weight 165 lbs. How had she gained
an inch in height and what he could only guess was over forty pounds of muscle
in just a few hours? And she hadn't eaten anything just drank some water.

"Very nice Betty," Mary said as she looked over the notes Archie had taken.
"But the first bit always comes quickly. It's when you start to get huge that
things slow down."

"I can't wait," Betty said excitedly.

Archie however wasn't so enthused. He wasn't sure what, but clearly his mother
was up to something; and it wasn't looking too good for him.

To Be Continued