Stephanie By The Collector Stephanie’s Strength or Some Girls Just Can’t Help Getting Stronger Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read any anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com I walked by Stephanie’s office and saw her strangely looking down at her arm, which was turned away from me. “What are you doing?” I asked peeking my head into the door. She quickly lowered her arm and turned towards me. “Nothing, just…just nothing.” She said innocently, with her usual sweet smile on her pretty face. But I knew something was happening to Stephanie, something I had to see. * * * Stephanie and I had worked side by side for almost three years. We had dated on and off, finding substantial common ground between us to build a potentially long-term relationship. She was caring, giving, fun to be with and extraordinarily beautiful, which made me wonder what she was in me. She stood 5’6” and just over 125 pounds. With brown hair that curled of it’s own volition down her back, t was a perfect match to her brown eyes. And her body amazed me. At 37D-23-36, she was easily the best-built woman I’d ever met, or dated. And while she didn’t dress to purposely turn men on, it came natural to her. Whatever she wore, she looked good in. As I’m only 5’8”, whenever we went out, I had to look up to her an inch or so, but it was a comforting feeling that I enjoyed. I don’t know if it was my admiration for her, her beauty, or just some awkward feeling of security it gave me being with her, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. But it was her legs that always got me I’d walk by her desk each day and peek in. Her desk was situated facing the wall to the left, so I always got more than an eyeful of her wonderful legs, usually up to her mid-thigh since she usually wore fairly short skirts. And she always wore hi heeled sandals that made her beautiful calves look strong, the muscles in them perfectly proportioned in lines that were sleek and powerful. If I’d had any guts, I have gone into her office, closed the door, got on my knees and kissed her pretty toes and worked upwards from there. But it made my day each time I saw her. She was my perfect fantasy. We had often confided in each other and had grown to treat each other both as brother and sister, as well as intimate friends. We joked, teased, and even challenged each other, sometimes at the oddest things. She had even once challenged me to arm wrestle her, a shock to me given my background of football, wrestling, and weight training. In high school, I was the strongest guy on the football team and had continued weight training after high school and through college. Anyway, as I recall, the time we arm wrestled I got an even bigger shock from her. I had pushed her arm nearly to the table within less than an inch of pinning her when I unexpectedly felt a strength from a woman I didn’t believe possible. I looked across into her eyes and felt her arm pushing mine upwards. A slow smile came to her face as her superior strength was easily controlling me. I struggled as hard as I could, but Stephanie’s strength was unbelievable. A beautiful girl was totally destroying me…and it was so easy for her, there was nothing I could do to stop her. “Stephanie…how’d you do that?” “What do you mean? It was just arm wrestling.” “I just didn’t think you’d be that strong. I didn’t’ think you’d come close to beating me.” “I guess I am a little stronger than other girls, at least I’ve never lost to another woman. You’re the first guy I’ve ever done that with.” “I just didn’t think a girl could be so strong…so powerful. I’ve never met anyone…with your strength.” “Really? You think I’m stronger than other guys too?” “Trust me…a lot of guys around here would be jealous of your strength. I’ve been working out for years, and…I’ve never met anyone so strong before. You could be dangerous if you ever lifted weights or got serious.” “Wow…I knew I had strength, but not like that.” As if her beauty, her sensuality, weren’t enough, Stephanie’s strength had sent a surge through me, had changed every thing I had thought about men and women. That she was able to beat me so easily told me immediately that she was a woman of exceptional strength, whether she knew it or not. And I also knew she was stronger than any man I knew. Knowing that she was stronger than most men, even if she didn’t realize it had driven my perceptions of her above what I even dreamed any woman was capable of. Every time I looked at her and saw her feminine body, those beautiful, innocent eyes, and her sweet lips, I trouble reconciling that this woman had a physical presence most men could only dream of. * * * She came to my desk one morning and sat down. “Guess what… I joined a gym.” She pronounced. “A little aerobics huh? Probably a good idea, just to have something to do anyway.” “No…I want to get stronger. When you told me I could probably beat other guys, I thought if I just lifted weights for a while, I’ll get a lot stronger…at least I hope anyway.” “But Stephanie…you’re already strong. I mean…you have more strength than anyone I know.” “I know, but I thought it might be nice to have muscles too, at least ones that look feminine. I’d like mine to be at least a little bigger. I think I’d like to look strong too.” “I’d have thought you already had muscles…as strong as you are.” “I do…but they’re not as big as I’d like them. See?” Stephanie rolled up the sleeve of her blouse and flexed her arm. A bicep flared up that I took be about 14 inches of feminine muscle…strong, feminine…one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I choked as I saw it wondering why she would want to be even bigger. She looked perfect. . “Steph…your muscle’s bigger…than mine. If it got any bigger…the thought of you with even bigger muscles…might be more than I can handle” I said. “Well, I’m not getting my hopes up too high. I’ll just see what happens.” She said. She returned to her desk and I became lost deep in thought, thoughts that would continue to invade me for some time. * * * Almost immediately, I began to see a change in Stephanie. As I’d walk by her office each morning, I began to see even more definition to her legs. Not too pronounced, but subtle, enough to know that what she was doing at the gym was working. And she began wearing long sleeves, something I had rarely seen in her. And they were filling out nicely…too nicely. In the times where we’d have to talk with each other, I’d nonchalantly glance at her arms, and I’d see her biceps dancing in her sleeves. She began to take on a new look. She began to look powerful…she began to look as strong as she was, if that was possible. And I wasn’t the only one that noticed. Guys that used to stop by her desk to hit on her began to avoid her. A couple of guys who had previously found her somewhat intimidating now seemed to be more attracted to her. The reaction she got from other women stunned me. Most women were jealous of her, would talk about her behind her back. These same women now seemed to be attracted to her, looked up to her. They seemed to resign themselves to the fact that they couldn’t compete with her beauty and they must have seen the subtle development of immense power in her sensuous body. And it didn’t take very long. I popped into her office one evening we were both working late. It had been maybe two months after our initial conversation. We had had conversations in between, but nothing about the changes taking place in her, much as I wanted to. “Hi, how’s things going?” I asked, just looking for some conversation. “Great…I just finished the contract on the leased property…finally. I needed a break anyway.” “Me too. How’ve things been going? We haven’t talked in a while.” “OK…I’ve been spending lots of time at a gym…too much I think.” “I know…I think people are starting to notice. Everyone’s starting to notice. Me…me too.” I said shyly, but I noticed she blushed as much as I did. “I know…people are starting to treat me differently. I think its because I look…so strong…and powerful. I hope they’re not afraid of me because of my strength.” “I think they might be a little. I’ve heard people talking about how strong you’re starting to look. But they don’t really have any idea. I think if they really knew, they’d be shocked.” “I’ve gotten really strong Tim…I’m a lot stronger than when we arm wrestled.” “Stephanie…are you serious? You have…that much strength?” I asked in total surprise. My voice started to quiver, my breathing got slightly heavier, but not noticeable. She looked at me shyly and just nodded her head. “Stephanie…have you got…muscles…too?” “Yes…and…I like it…much more than I expected. Too much maybe for my own good. I think my own strength is…it’s strange…it turns me on…being so strong…so powerful” “Stephanie…I never thought I’d say this but, I’ve always been attracted to you, you know that, but you seem more desirable than ever. I think your strength is…sexy…incredibly sexy. It’s like…I have to see how strong you really are…how much strength a beautiful woman can have.” “Wow…I’d love to show you…if my strength means that much to you.” Her soft feminine voice did nothing to betray the power that I hoped she had within her. It only served to heighten the sensuous aura she gave off. “Please Stephanie…I’ll do…anything for you.” And I would’ve. But her eyes lit up and a smile crossed her face. She wanted to show me as much as I wanted to see her. “OK…come here,” she said. We left her office and I followed her towards the cafeteria, the sound of her heels against the floor the only other sound in the office that night. We entered the carpeted cafeteria, dimly lit with only a small bank of lights in the rear. It was dark, and for a cafeteria, it had a romantic subtlety about it. We walked to a table and she pulled out one chair. “OK.” she said, “Sit down.” She said quietly. I grabbed a chair, one of those all-purpose cafeteria chairs and sat down wondering what she had in mind. I looked in wonderment as she eased herself up on the table and stood above me. I looked up as she spread her legs apart and placed her hands on her hips. I slowly looked her over…from her pretty toes, to her strong calves, her slightly muscular thighs to the incredibly feminine outline of her sweater worn a little too tight. She was the perfect woman, by any standard. “So…do you still want to see my strength?” she asked. I smiled up at her not needing to reply. She knelt down and placed her hand between my legs, grasping the chair. She slowly lifted the chair…and me…off the floor! I was stunned at her strength…I wouldn’t have dreamed she could have done this so easily. As she lifted me, I noticed the sweet bulge in the sleeve of her sweater as strength swelled to her arm. Her eyes stared into mine and a smile came to her lips, as broad a smile as I’d ever seen on her. “Tim…look at my strength Tim…I’m so strong I can’t believe it.” She said excitedly. “Stephanie…you’re amazing…your strength is…” I trailed off she lifted me yet higher, her arm now fully extended. Then she slowly started me downward and set the chair down easily as I sat in awe of her. “Pretty amazing huh?” she asked beaming. I reached my hand up involuntarily and touched her thigh. It felt soft, yet amazingly hard, firm, and as strong as she was. We smiled back at each other the way two kids would look at each other teasingly as though one held something over the other. And we both knew right away each of us had something the other wanted. She wanted my admiration…and I wanted Stephanie’s strength…I wanted to feel her feminine muscles in my hands…her lush, powerful body next to mine. She stepped onto the floor, and then she quickly found a place in my lap as her legs straddled me. I grabbed her by the waist and held her, nearly shaking, as I looked up into her eyes. Her face had changed…it was now somewhat solemn, more serious, as though she was going after something she wanted. I slid my hands from her waist to her arms and her look changed again to a smile. I reached for her biceps and felt an unusually large mass in my hands. I squeezed them and she just smiled. “Wanna see?” she asked teasingly. “Yes Stephanie…yes!” I exclaimed. “I like flexing my muscles…and watching them grow. Just to see if they’ve gotten any bigger…or stronger.” She said. She raised both arms upwards and began to curl them. The sleeves of her sweater began to bulge quickly as she smiled at me. I looked into her eyes, then glanced at each arm, her strength rising with each slightest move of her arms. I had never seen anyone whose arms looked as strong as Stephanie’s…or as beautiful…as powerful. “I was beginning to think my muscles were too big…for a girl. And I’m a lot stronger than a girl should be…or even a man.” she said. Her voice was almost innocent. Coupled with her radiant beauty, her strength was intoxicating. Stephanie’s biceps kept rising as both our eyes moved between her arms and our eyes. She stared into them piercing mine…melting me with both her femininity and the beautiful, powerful body that was inches away from me. I reached my hands up to her arms and grasped them…they felt hard to the touch…as strong as I knew she was. I was unnerved; my mouth became dry…she sensed something in me. I looked into her eyes, then caught sight of her soft, sweet lips. She bit down on her lower lip and I felt her biceps rise further in my hands, dwarfing them. “A girl’s muscles aren’t so bad…are they?” she asked. Before I could answer, her face moved close to mine and I felt her lips on mine. She pulled me close and embraced me with both arms. As I felt her breasts against my chest, with her arms around me, I felt the wonderful strength of a beautiful, smaller, much stronger woman whose lips were unlike any I’d ever kissed before. The feminine strength…Stephanie’s incredibly wonderful strength…I felt around me was one I knew I had to have…forever.