Subtle strength I
By The Collector
Subtle…and not so subtle nuances of her strength.  Cindy, Lori, Tammy and Jill.

Copyright 1999 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  Send comments to
ChuckSt35@aol.com

 Cindy

You take Cindy to meet your family for the first time at a backyard barbecue.  Your whole family is 
there.  While she visits with them, you occupy yourself getting the grill ready.  You keep an eye 
on her, only for the pleasure of watching her.  At only 5’4”, she seems to get lost in the crowd of 
your much larger family.  But they take to her immediately, including your slightly arrogant older 
brother, Bobby, previously an all-conference tackle at State.  Your family has always been one of 
exceptional athletic prowess with Bobby being the best of the lot.

As time passes, Bobby and Cindy begin discussing, intelligently, the subtle differences between 
men and women.  He is no match for her intellectually and you smile to yourself, as she appears 
to get the best of him.  The rest of the family is busy playing horseshoes, two cousins are 
wrestling, two are playing Frisbee, and the rest are listening to Cindy and Bobby.

You go to the garage, looking for more charcoal and hear voices rising in the back yard.  
Suddenly, your sister enters the garage, looking to help.

“You didn’t tell us everything about Cindy, did you?”  The voices rise in the back yard.

“What do you mean?” you ask not having a clue.

“Better go look…it’s not very pretty…no, actually it’s kind of sexy.” She says and smiles at you.  
“You’re very lucky to have her.”

You walk around to the back yard and see a commotion at the far end of the horseshoe pit.  You 
rush over, make your way through, and find Bobby and Cindy wrestling.  Your much bigger 
brother is much slower and has trouble matching her quickness.  But you’re surprised to find she 
appears to be much stronger than Bobby is as she easily counters each move of his powerful 
body.  As he struggles against her, you watch her jump on top of him takes his hands in hers and 
easily pins them behind him as he continues to struggle.

She brings his hands up again, taking both of his in one of hers and holds them.  She reaches 
back and grabs a horseshoe and places it around his wrists.  With her free hand, she squeezes 
the ends of the horseshoe until the ends come together, shackling his arms.
She rises from Bobby and you see the humiliated look on his face.  She sees you.

“Hi honey” she says planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Cindy…I-I…didn’t know you were that strong.”

“I know baby…and you won’t ever forget it…will you?”  She smiles and plants a soft kiss on your 
cheek.

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Lori

My sister and I went to the beach, as we did every Saturday when we were home from college.  
Even though Lori was my younger sister, by marriage, I loved going with her.  She’s gorgeous, 
has a killer body that she knows I loved watching, and she even likes to tease me since she likes 
doing it and I like her doing it.  Most of the guys I know think she’s the sexiest girl they’ve ever 
seen.
 
Lori’s strong too.  Even though I’m almost two years older than she is, and 4 inches taller, and 
outweigh her by almost 50 pounds, I can’t remember beating her at anything, or even coming 
close.  She teases me about her strength too, but she likes being so much stronger than 
everyone else, she says she has no one else to brag to, or show off to.  And I love her talking 
about it.

Our parents were away one weekend.  After a movie, Lori and I drove home with nothing else to 
do.  We went to our own rooms to keep ourselves busy.

“Bobby…could you come here for a minute?”

“Nah…I’m busy right now” I replied, which I was.

“Bobby…I’ll let you touch you know what.”   Yes…I was off like a shot.

“And bring the video camera when you come.”  Now what was she up to?

I knocked on her door and walked in.  Her bedroom was dimly lit, with only a small table lamp on.  
I heard her walk out of her bathroom slowly.  I knew the sound of a woman’s heels, one of the 
sweetest sounds I’d ever heard.  She walked in to the bedroom wearing a long bathrobe…and 
heels.  It was so sexy to watch her toes scoot out from underneath her robe and disappear again.  
Kissing your sister’s toes is kinda kinky, but I would’ve done it…I’d do almost anything Lori would 
let me.

“I’m feeling sexy tonight Bobby.”

“Oh no…that means…”

“That means I’m feeling strong too.”

“Lori…you know what your strength does to me…and your body.”

“I know…and I’m going to tease you till you can’t stand it.  Turn on the camera Bobby.”  My hands 
were shaking as I found the switch.  I put the camera to my eye, my hands shaking, wanting 
desperately to know what she had in mind.

She split the robe at the top of her waist revealing her legs, held close together, one foot elevated 
slightly higher than the other.

“Do you think I have pretty legs Bobby?” she asked.

“L-Lori…you know I do…you have gorgeous legs…”

“They’re strong too Bobby…but you know that too, don’t you?”

“Lori…please…” I kept the camera rolling as she parted her robe, then let it slide slowly off her.

Oh my, I thought.

She was wearing a red teddy trimmed in black with garters handing off and a very low cut top, 
which showed her breasts very well.  I struggled to hold the camera still as my hands were 
shaking and I was in heaven.

“How’s this Bobby?  Do I look sexy?”  She ran her hands up her body then stopped and placed 
her finger in her mouth, a slight pout to her lips.

“Lori…you’re so sexy Lori…so beautiful…so…”

“Oh…I know what you want to see Bobby.”

“Oh Lori…please…”

“You want to see them don’t you?”

“Yes…please Sis…please Lori…’

“Do I look strong Bobby?”

“Yes Lori…show me your strength Lori…”  

She took two steps towards me then raised her arms.  Her biceps flared off her arms like two 
small mountains of strength…she smiled and watched as her arms exploded and her biceps grew 
to nearly 18” of feminine muscle.

“Oh man…Lori…”

“Put the camera down Bobby…and come here.”  I threw the camera on the bed where it dropped 
with a clank and stood in front of Lori.

“What…what are you gonna do?”  She reached to the bed and grabbed a weight bar, the clanking 
object the camera fell on.

“Better move Bobby…you might get hurt.”  I didn’t want to move back…I wanted to be as close to 
her as possible, so I dropped to my knees.  She was so gloriously beautiful, and so incredibly 
strong, I could’ve cried right then for want of her.

She took the bar and held it out in both hands.

“Watch my strength Bobby.” She said sweetly.

I watched every muscle in her beautiful body tense, then the ends of the bar started to bend 
under the strength of her arms.

I placed my hands on her thighs…they felt soft, yet powerful, each muscle speaking volumes to 
me.  She looked down at me and smiled as the bar continued to bend.

“Lori…I love your strength Lori…” I was close to tears for wanting her.  She smiled wider as the 
bar bent faster, her arms seeming to get even stronger, and then the ends came together.

“Lori…I hate it that you’re my sister.” I sobbed silently.

“Stand up Bobby.  I’m sorry…I didn’t know it’d be this hard for you.”

“Lori…you’re so beautiful…and so strong…I can’t help it.”  She wiped a tear from my eye.

“Bobby…maybe we can…pretend…tonight…and have fun?”

I melted in Lori’s strong arms as we fell back on the bed…me on the camera.  I thought nothing 
could compare to Lori’s beauty or her strength…until she touched her lips to mine.
					
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Tammy

“Look at her…she’s such a tease” you heard Anne say to Barbie.  You noticed they were talking 
about Tammy, the transfer from JC, who was passing just yards in front of you.

“Look at how she dresses…a little slutty…don’t you think Tom?”  Anne looked at you expecting 
an affirmative answer.  She was beautiful, slightly muscular…and stronger than you.  And both of 
you knew what you wanted.  You still held out hope.  Anne was not well liked, but no one would 
say a word to her.  Rumors of her strength were such that no one really wanted to find out first 
hand.

“Uh…yeah…I think so.”  The truth be told, Tammy looked gorgeous, even if she dressed a little 
off.

As she walked past, she was wearing jeans cut very, very short, red hi heels, a white top, a 
button undone since it appeared to be too tight, and her breasts too large, to button.  It was tied at 
the middle revealing her waist and with sleeves to her elbow.  Her long blonde hair swayed with 
the light breeze outside.

As she heard the comments from your group, she looked your way, smiled slowly, but said 
nothing.

The next day, Tammy appeared again.

“See?  She doesn’t even know how to dress” Anne said loud enough to be heard.  You had a 
different opinion.

“I think she looks…” you say as Anne cuts you off with a stare.

“She looks like a slut isn’t that right Tom?” Anne says in a raised ‘don’t dare question me’ tone of 
voice. 

Tammy hears Anne this time and walks in your direction.  She’s not well dressed, but the way she 
looked, who cared.  She had on a very tight pink sweater, with no bra, and you noticed her 
nipples protruding at the ends of her full breasts.  Tight white pants cut at the top of her thighs; 
and white hi heeled sandals with the prettiest pink toes you ever saw.  She looked to be 5’9” or 
5’10” in heels, almost statuesque.  As she approached, her wavy blonde hair flowed gently across 
her pretty face.  You wanted to warn her, but you didn’t dare.

“Um…excuse me…were you just talking about me?” she asked in an angelic voice.

“Yes…I was just talking about you” Anne mocked in a similar voice.  I could have shrunk from 
embarrassment.  She stood up and stood at least 2 inches taller than Tammy.  She looked 
Tammy in the eye, a smirk on her face.

“Well, please stop…you don’t even know me.”

“Well…maybe you should know me.”  And Anne raised both arms as her biceps expanded the 
fabric of her sleeves, much to her delight.  Anne loved her strength as much as Barbie and I did.

Tammy, however, was unimpressed.

“Oh…very cute…should I be afraid now…or what?  Bitch.” she said calmly.  Oh oh…this had 
never happened before.

“Oh you bitch!” Anne screamed and jumped at Tammy.  Anne would have torn anyone else, man 
or woman, to shreds in seconds.  But Tammy didn’t flinch.  As Anne rushed towards her, she 
grabbed Anne’s arms, quickly pinned them against her sides, and then easily lifted Anne off the 
floor.

“Oh cool” Barbie whispered to me.

“You bitch…put me down.”  Anne screeched.  Tammy smiled softly at Anne, then squeezed her 
just a tad tighter.  Anne clearly felt the pain and her face was slightly red.

“Only if you play nice…promise?  Or I’ll hurt you.”  Anne’s eyes told us she believed Tammy.

“P-promise…” Anne, said resignedly.  Tammy let Anne down and freed her arms.  Anne, trying to 
look dignified was ready to leave.

“Barbie…get my purse...let’s go.”  Barbie stood up and demurely looked up at Tammy.

“You must not treat her very well,” Tammy said.  She pulled Barbie close and wrapped her arm 
around her waist, looking deeply into Barbie’s eyes.

“What about you?” she asked me.

“I don’t…”

“I know how to get you.  You’ll get more strength and muscle than you know what to do with.”  I 
cringed at the thought, and quickly deserted my current loyalty for greener pastures.

“It seems your little muscle worshippers are deserting you.” Tammy said to Anne.

Tammy started to walk away, with us in tow.  Unexpectedly, Anne caught up with us, took a place 
behind me, following in Tammy’s footsteps.  Things were turning out OK after all.	

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Jill

Kris and I had a late lunch in the cafeteria.  We were nearly inseparable…we shared an 
apartment, worked in the same office, worked out together, and had even dated the same guys 
once in a while.

In spite of our size, we had a reputation around the office.  Kris is 5’5”, 120, with short blonde 
hair, very pretty, and the nicest person you’d ever want to meet.  And she has the best legs you’ll 
ever see anywhere.  I’m 5’6”, 124, with dark hair, a great body (35C-23-35), and legs second only 
to Kris.  We’re both in our mid 20’s and have been here almost 5 years.

I’m not bragging, but I don’t think you’ll meet two girls stronger than we are…or two guys for that 
matter.  We’ve both always been exceptionally strong and working out has just made 
us…well…incredibly powerful.  It’s intimidating to some guys, but if a guy can’t handle a girl’s 
superior strength, that’s his problem.  

Anyway, we wanted to meet the new receptionist.  We’d heard innuendoes and rumors about her.
If they were true, we’d hoped to have a trio instead of a duo.  We were about to leave when Kris 
whispered.

“That’s her…she just walked in.”  I turned around to look at her.

“She’s beautiful…I’m jealous.” I said looking back at Kris.

“She’s incredible…look at her…how she carries herself Kyle.  She can’t be over…22?”  I turned 
around again noticing she caught us looking.  She smiled and waved to us as she went through 
the line.  I got up and went to the other side of the table with Kris.  It was obvious, but I didn’t 
care.  I looked at Kris.

“Let’s find out…quick…roll your sleeves up a little.”  I wanted to see if she noticed.  Kris had 14-
inch biceps…mine were just over 15”…all muscle and strength…and very feminine.

She went through the cashier, then approached us.  She’s really gorgeous.  A blonde, maybe 
5’5”…about Kris’ size…. But slimmer.  She was wearing a pink skirt with a sweater…very 
tight…she must be 35DD-22-35…I’d give anything for a body like hers.  She wore pink sandals 
that made the sweetest sound as she walked towards us.

“Hi…I’m Jill…the new receptionist?  Mind if I join you?”  I hated it…she was nice too.

“Hi Jill…I’m Kyle…this is my friend Kris…we’ve heard nice things about you.”

“Thanks…I think I’m going to like it here.”  I was staring at her!  Her eyes…and lips…they were so 
pretty, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.  She looked away, blushing, as I did the same.  I had to 
see if she noticed.  I casually brushed my hand through my hair, knowing my biceps would show 
themselves.  She couldn’t miss them.  And she didn’t.

“Kyle…you’ve got really great biceps.  Do you work out?”

“Yes…Kris and I do…for quite a while now.”

“I used to…I just got a bit bored with it.”
“Too bad…we’ve gotten really strong…we could help you…take you under our wing, so to 
speak.”

“It’s OK…I already have more strength than I know what to do with.  I’m almost too strong.  
Maybe I could take you guys under my wing.”    How arrogant, but I looked at Kris and found her 
enjoying Jill talking as much as I did.

“You could have muscles like mine,” I said, flexing my arm.  “Look at my strength.”

“I have muscles too…and I really am incredibly strong.”  Both of us wanted to know…had to 
know…how strong she was.  Could she keep up with us?  Could she get to our level?

“Jill…do you…arm wrestle much?”

“I really don’t…I’ve hurt people before…I just don’t like to anymore.”

“Well…I don’t think you’ll hurt either of us…not with our strength.”

“You guys do look really strong…I suppose…” She was so serious, but innocent.  I don’t think she 
realized she was offending us.

“We’re incredibly strong…you’re not going to hurt us.”

“Well…OK…I’ll just have to be careful.  Which one of you wants to go first?”

“I do,” I said placing my arm up.  I rolled up my sleeve to make sure she saw my bicep to try to 
intimidate her at least a little.  She tossed her head and placed her arm on the table.  Our hands 
meshed till we found a grip, then Kyle said go.

I pushed lightly on her at first and I sensed she did the same as we stayed even.  I gradually 
exerted more pressure waiting for me to eventually overcome her.  I pushed harder but she didn’t 
move…her arm stayed fixed.  I slightly leaned my shoulder. Expecting now for her to at least 
show some effort…but it didn’t happen.  As hard as I was pushing her, I’d have beaten any man 
easily.  I reached the point where any woman would have succumbed to me…but nothing yet 
from her.

“Jill…this can’t…be…” I said in exasperation.  She looked at me calmly.

“A little stronger than you expected Kyle?”

“Y-yes…” I said, clearly winded my arm hurting.

“Maybe your friend can help you?”  I was shocked as the words left her mouth.  She couldn’t be 
serious.

“Go ahead Kris…I’ll try both of you.”  Her voice was soft, confident.

“You’re kidding…” Kris said.

“No…go ahead,” she said now challenging us.  Kris reluctantly put her hand on mine, gripped it 
tightly and started pushing.  She should have gone down easily with both of us against her, but 
she wasn’t.  Kris and I pushed harder…then harder…until I felt all of Kris’ strength against my 
hand.

“J-Jill…you can’t be…nobody can be this strong.”

“Well…let’s see,” she said.  Then slowly, seeming without effort she started pushing us down.  
We both leaned into her with all our strength, but it didn’t faze her.  She kept pushing…a smile on 
her face…as our hands slowly found the table.

“How’s that for strength ladies?  Do you know anyone that can match my strength?”

“Jill…it’s not fair…you’re more beautiful…you’re younger…I can’t believe your strength.  You’re 
too pretty to be so strong.”  Surprisingly, she blushed again.

“Jill…” Kris chimed in, “Could we…” Before she could finish, Jill knew what the question was.

“You want to see my muscles, don’t you?  Both of you?”  She looked at both of us.  We were 
smitten with her.  She was too beautiful…too strong.  The perfect enigma.

“Yes Jill…please…” I begged.

“Maybe you guys would like to come over to my place tonight?  It might be fun.”

“Oh my…yes Jill…we’d love to.” I said.

“Great…about eight o’clock, if that’s OK.  Would you walk me out Kyle?”  I rose to her odd 
request and walked towards the exit, leading her out.  The exit itself was at the end of a long, 
dimly lit hallway.  Halfway through the exit, I heard her voice.

“Kyle…come here strong and sexy.”  It was the sweetest thing I ever heard.   She was standing in 
the center of the hall…hands on her hips…her lips parted.

“Oh Jill…” I walked towards her slowly, the sound of my heels echoing in the hallway.

As I approached her she turned around and looked back at me, holding her hands behind her.

“Give me your hands Kyle.”  I placed them in hers, then she moved the to her waist.

“Make me feel good Kyle.”

“Oh yes…” I moved my hands slowly up her waist, then slowly moved upward and felt her large 
soft breasts in my hands.  She sighed as I squeezed them, then out of the corner of my eye; I 
was her right arm come up.

“Kyle…look at my strength baby” she whispered.  She curled her arm and her strength appeared 
as if by magic…so quickly…so big…it began to rise, pushing back the sleeve of her sweater.

“Jill…oh my…your muscle…it’s huge…” She was incredible.  Her bicep kept growing…and 
growing, easily surpassing mine.  I put my hand on it and felt it hard…powerful.  I reached down 
and kissed her neck…she shivered then her bicep rose further.  

We heard footsteps behind us.  She quickly lowered her arm and turned around to face me.

“What about Kris” I asked.

“I have enough strength for both of you…enough of everything.”  She turned and left and I went 
back to get Kris, both of us anticipating the evening with Jill.

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To be continued…Hope ya liked Subtle Strength 1…Subtle strength 2 is currently in progress…if 
Krissy and Lisa would leave me alone to finish writing it.  They’re sisters…picky as H…every time 
I think I have it finished, one of them takes exception to something.  I don’t have any choice but to 
comply…sometimes I wish they weren’t so strong…I don’t mind though…they’re both gorgeous.  
See ya.