Tammy

By The Collector

A letter from Tammy



Copyright 1998 The Collector

This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.   I tried a different 

format this time and added to Tammy after some great comments (Thank you John!) on an 

advance copy from a reader.  A bit different, hope you like it.

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ChuckSt35@aol.com





Hi Honey!



I know I’ve only been gone one day, but I couldn’t resist writing you.  Saturday night was just so 

wonderful; I had to put it in to words so you’d know how I feel.  I know we’ve only been dating 3 

weeks, but there’s something so special about you, I think I’m falling in love with you!  I know I’m 

risking scaring you away, but I just can’t help myself!



I wouldn’t have thought we’d be so compatible.  Where have you been all my life?  It’s so 

wonderful that you accept me for what I am, not prejudging me like most people have done most 

of my life.  When I first met you, you seemed like such a nice guy, I’d never have thought we’d 

get this far.  At first I thought you were playing hard to get, then you told me how intimidating I 

was, and I felt so bad.  But I started thinking and realized how good that made me feel that a 

man would find me physically intimidating and yet be so attracted to me, and I suddenly felt very 

sexy.

 

The first thing people notice is my body (please don’t think I’m vain, but every woman loves to 

be beautiful!).  I sometimes wish I weren’t so beautiful, it would make life so much easier, but I 

really wouldn’t trade it for anything.  I always wanted to be like other girls, and I really tried, 

dressing to look pretty but still having to hide parts of my body for fear of what people would say 

to me or ask me.  I really got tired of people calling me ‘Muscles” or “Strong girl” or any other 

name they’d choose to satisfy their own curiosity.  Even my own friends would let something 

loose once in a while, just to be mean, or maybe it was jealousy.



I really tried to hide my strength too.  It’s never easy being both as beautiful and as strong as I 

am.  I never tried to show off to other people even though I was accused of it many times.  Well, 

just once!  I just really didn’t know my own strength, but no one ever believed me.  I think it’s 

because I could do so many things so easily, and without effort, that other people either couldn’t 

dream of doing, or struggled with.



I can remember the first time I realized I was special, I was in my early teens.  I’d known I was 

stronger than most kids my age, but I was in for a real shock, and so was my family.  I was 

outside practicing cheers with my friends and my older brother came running home with two 

other boys chasing him.  They caught him just as he reached the yard and tackled him, then they 

started hitting, kicking and beating on him.



When I saw what was happening to him, I was very afraid for him, and something in me just 

snapped, and you won’t believe what happened.  I ran to them and grabbed one guy by the back 

of his shirt, and almost like it was nothing, pulled him off and threw him back into the street!  

Then I jumped on the other guy and we both fell to the ground with him on top.  My brother 

wasn’t much help as he just lay where he was, but he was hurt.  Anyway, this guy tried to pin my 

arms to the ground.  I was at first scared since he was so much bigger than me, but then I found 

that no matter what he tried, he wasn’t nearly strong enough.  I just looked up at him and laughed 

as he struggled to pin me. 



 But I was still angry so I grabbed his hands and twisted them downward until he began to 

scream, then I pushed him off me and let him stand up.  By this time, I was getting really cocky.  

I looked up at him, he was at least a foot taller than I, and I pushed him in the chest and dared 

him to push back.  I can’t imagine how he must have felt, being pushed around by a little 

cheerleader!  Anyway, he tried to push me, but I didn’t move.  I think my legs were a lot stronger 

than I thought too. When he tried a second time, I pulled him to me, pulled his head down and 

wrapped my arm around his it, and started walking across the yard with him.  He tried to pull my 

arm loose, but it was too strong for him.  I watched his face turn red since by now everyone was 

watching and cheering me on and he must have been totally embarrassed.  



Then his friend came back again and tried to hit me.  When his fist came at me, I grabbed it with 

my hand, which was surprising since it was much smaller than his fist.  I didn’t know what to do, 

so I started squeezing his fist.  Oh, it was so cool, when I squeezed his hand, it hurt him so much 

that he began falling to his knees and then he screamed out loud, begging me to stop.  Oh 

Honey, it felt so good to be so strong, and to watch him go to his knees.  I really didn’t mean to 

hurt him that much, but I didn’t know what I was capable of at the time.  I let go of his hand, 

reached down and grabbed his shirt and lifted him up off his feet!  He was curled into a little ball 

above my head, nearly in tears. I don’t know where my strength came from, or why I hadn’t 

noticed it before, but at that moment I felt so powerful, I didn’t think anybody could stop me from 

doing anything I wanted.



To make a long story short, I got to the curb and dropped both of them in the street.  You should 

have seen how fast they got up and ran!  They didn’t even look back.  I think they were afraid I 

was coming after them again!



I turned around and everyone was around me, cheering me, asking questions, calling me Muscle 

Girl, and wanting to see my muscles!  I looked at my brother who was standing there by now, 

and he just hung his head.  I felt so sorry for him.  He knew his little sister was much stronger 

than he was, and there was nothing he could do about it.  I never told him, but I thought it was so 

cool that I could do whatever I wanted to him, and he would never be able to stop me. 



I got so turned on by all then attention; I started flexing for everyone.  If you thought they were 

cheering before, you should have heard them then!  A soon as everyone saw my biceps, and I 

was still wearing my sweater, they all clapped and cheered, and wanting me to show off my 

strength for them.  Then someone yelled “Take it off!”  At first I blushed, then realizing what he 

meant, I slipped off my cheering sweater.  I was only wearing leotards underneath so my arms 

were almost bare.  I started flexing again, very slowly, sort of teasing them, watching my 

muscles grow.  As soon as my bicep peaked, it tore the fabric of my sleeve!  Cheers went up 

again as soon as it ripped.  Kim, one of the other cheerleaders, actually came over and kissed 

my bicep and later on…well, I’ll save the rest of that for another time.  But I never thought I’d 

ever feel so sexy about my strength.



Well, as soon as Kim moved away, I saw a big guy standing in the crowd with a tape measure.  

They others were pushing him towards me, but he was really shy about it.  I think he was afraid 

of me and what I might do to him.  I looked at him and smiled and did that thing with my finger 

you love so much, and he came towards me.  He was shaking a little when he walked up; he was 

either really scared or really turned on…or both.  But he wrapped the tape around my bicep, 

unflexed by this time; …it was only 10 inches.  I told him to take the tape off, then I told him to 

put his hands around my arm, grip it tight and see if he could hold me.  Well, he held it as tight 

as he could, but as soon as I started flexing, I saw his hands start to come apart!  I kept flexing, 

and his hands just kept coming further apart until only his fingers were resting on my perfectly 

round little (well, big actually!) muscle. My bicep was so big and so strong by then, he grabbed 

the tape measure with his hands shaking so badly he could barely hold it, and wrapped it around.  

When he saw it was 14 ½”, he blushed, and then ran to the side of the house!



Kim came back again and just looked at me, a small grin on her face.  Then she move close to 

me, moved my hair, and whispered in my ear..”Tam…show me how strong you are…PLEASE?”

I wasn’t sure what to do, then I whispered an idea to Kim.  You should have seen her face light 

up!  



Kim took her shoes and socks off and I put my hand on the ground.  She set her foot in it, on her 

tiptoes, (she had really pretty toes too!) and I started lifting her up.  She was so light; I couldn’t 

believe my own strength!  I kept lifting her up higher and higher and she balanced her self 

perfectly.  When I got her up high, I flexed with her on my hand, and she set her other foot, on 

her toes, on my bicep!  She took her other leg off my hand, raised it up and spread her 

arms…she was having as much fun as I was.  She set her foot back down on my other arm and 

she was now on her tiptoes on both my biceps, and you won’t believe what I did.  One at a time, I 

reached over and kissed her toes!  I was so embarrassed, in front of everyone!  



Well, I let Kim down and I knew she liked it as much as I did.  She gave me a peck on the cheek 

and we just looked at each other, and I knew we were just starting a very special relationship.   



Anyway, we moved away shortly after that, and I’ve really tried to keep my secret to Kim, and 

myself.  She started lifting weights shortly after that, and she’s a natural.  She was always 

beautiful, now’s she muscular also, and very, very strong.  And she’s been my best friend since 

that night.



I used to wish that I wasn’t so strong, and that my muscles weren’t so big, but I always felt they 

looked feminine.  But that night you rubbed your hands over each of my muscles, kissing each 

one, and watching them grow, watching me grow stronger just made me feel so sexy. I really 

have a confession to make though, and I hope you’re not mad.



Remember when you measured my biceps…and they were 16”?  Well, they’re much bigger than 

that honey…I was worried that I might scare you.  I won’t tell you how big though, I’ll let you find 

out for yourself!  And remember when I showed you how strong I was?  When I squeezed your 

football with my hand and it burst?  Well, I’m sorry, baby, but I’m a lot stronger than that.  I hope 

you’re not disappointed in me.  I was just really afraid you wouldn’t find me attractive anymore.  

And I’ve never been anyone’s muscle girl before, and I’m beginning to like it!  I know how much 

my strength excites you, so I’ll plan something nice for this weekend, something you’ll never 

forget…and I think it’s time you met Kim.

 

It’s getting late and I have a busy day tomorrow.  Call me when you get this honey?  





Love, 





Tammy