The Strength Queen  Terry P.
By Denny K
Prologue


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This story begins on a summer night in my youth and through a series of
personal experiences and personal interviews continues through today. Terry
would be considered by some a "physical freak of nature", by others a type of
person, that until you met her, an ordinary American woman. That is until you
met her and saw what her extraordinary body could do.

The first time I laid eyes on her she was with a group of girls, cruising for
guys. She was in the passenger seat of a convertible

wearing "cut-off" denim shorts and a halter blouse with hints of "abs"
sticking through her thick waist. I have this built in radar for female
muscle, and I wasted no time in striking up a conversation.

As I looked at her halter top I could see a MASSIVE ribcage and could count
every rib. She was not big busted, but rather had big "pecs".so much so that
they looked like a nice set of boobs to the untrained eye. Her shoulders were
"thick" and her traps stood up from her shoulders. But the feature I noticed
most while she was sitting in the car was her neck. It is the thickest neck I
have ever seen on a woman..including powerlifters and world class
bodybuilders. I later found out that she could have the top button

of her blouse buttoned and still remove her blouse without unbuttoning the top
button! I also found out that she was rather sensitive about her large neck.
As I stooped down to the car window to strike up a conversation with her I
found that she had brains to go with the muscles.

Please bare in mind that the other women had already been picked up by my
buddies.. Terry did not have the "Madison Ave" look of 36-24-26 , so the other
men were not interested in her. BUT I WAS!!! I ask if she would join me for a
drink and she replied "sure, this cars getting hot". When she stepped from the
car I was stunned!!! I like big muscular woman, Terry was the most developed
woman I had ever laid eyes on!! She was not tall, at only five foot one inch,
but her "THICKNESS" was unbelievable!!

She had thighs like "bridge-piers" in the 26 to 28 inch range, and calves in
the 16 to 18 inch range. Also, she was wearing "high-heeled sandals" which
were in style at the time and made her legs look unbelievable!!

I had learned at this point of my life not to ask if she was a weight lifter
or bodybuilder as some girls really get pissed at the suggestion, so I thought
I'd wait until we had a few drinks.

At the bar when the booze had set in I carried out my carefully constructed
questions .so that I could get info without "pissing her off". I must admit I
was floored by some of her answers.

When I ask if she was into weight training her reply was "God no!

I'm too big now, I'd like to loose about 50 pound!" Keep in mind that this
girl, although huge, did not have an ounce of fat on her.

I ask what her ideal weight would be and she replied that she would like to
get down to 150 or 160 pounds. Now if I add 50 pounds to 150 or 160 I now know
that she weighs 200 to 210 pounds!! As she was sitting on the bar stool next
to me I kept looking at her massive chest. She said, smiling.

"My eyes are here".

I replied. "I'm sorry Terr, but I've never seen such development."

"You look great."

Terry noticed that I was genuinely interested in her, said to me. "My friends
said that you really liked big girls, I guess its true.HUH?" "Most guys, for
one, don't like big women.

And two, when they find out how strong I am they feel intimidated, how about
you?" She asked.

"I LOVE strong women." I replied, and smiled.

I ask her to dance, a nice slow tune, and I have never felt such hardness in a
woman....she felt as if she were cut out of stone.

I commented that I liked her hard, flat tummy.. she laughed and put my hand on
her abs... "Yea, I guess their pretty hard huh?"

She confided in me that I really seemed to like her, and I replied

"what's not to like?" She told me she sometimes hated her size because men
were looking for girls like models and not girls built like football players.
She had just broke up with her boyfriend. He said she was just too big for him
and she didn't look good in clothes. I asked, "how do you look without
clothes?" She just laughed.

I had to make a "necessary" call to the men's room and I passed one of the
girls she came with, the girl stopped me and said "be careful with her, she
makes her own doorways"! All of the other girls just laughed. Little did I
know!!

As I returned to the bar I was half blasted, and I knew that Terry was also
feeling "NO PAIN".

But Terry was not at the bar! I looked around the room and saw her sitting at
a dark table in the corner of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief, and sat
down.

"Why did you move?" I asked.

She said. "It's a little too bright at the bar, and my body attracts stares
that I'm uncomfortable with."

Keep in mind that there were very little clothes on this two hundred pounds of
woman!

We made some small talk and I asked if I could ask her a few "personal"
questions... She said. "It all depends".

She had a look in her eyes that said ask anything, so I figured, what the
fuck?

I ask if she would tell me her measurements...she looked at me and said
"guess". I ALWAYS guess on the conservative side with a big woman, and this
girl was major league.

I took a guess at her chest at a 38 but I knew she was much larger.

Terry looked at me and said. "Better add 10 to 15 inches to that guess!" I ask
why the five inch difference? She said. "As I take a deep breath I get bigger,
silly"!

I asked her to show me.

She faced me and took in a deep breath, I thought she'd split her halter top
in two!!

We ended up with a 40 inch waist and about 46 inch hips. This girl was a solid
BLOCK of muscle!

As she sat in her chair she stuck her lug straight out and flexed it. It WAS
HUGE, and CUT!!!!

Terry asked. "You like big legs too?" "Cause the babies are in the thirty inch
range."

Terry stood and approached my chair. She sucked in her stomach..she looked at
me and said " go ahead, poke your fingers into my stomach".

All I felt was ripples of muscle under a layer of skin. I again ask if she had
ever worked out and she replied " I told you NO! ..size just seems to run in
my family".

"Denny." She said finally. "You know I'm bull-shitting you. I have a natural
gift of strength, and yes I do work out." "Rather heavy."

"But if your male ego can't handle it, I'd prefer that we shake hands and go
our separate ways." "OK?"

We just seemed to "click" and I had no intention of walking away from this
woman! But her friends were leaving and they were her ride. We exchanged phone
numbers and I promised to call. Both of us were a little drunk so we called it
a night.

So there you have it. You know what I knew that night. A 5'1",

210 pound block of muscle that measured (48 to 53) -40-46 got out of a car and
changed my life...for the better. As your reading this story you are probably
wondering how to visualize Ms. Terry P. The closest image I can give you is
this. She looks like Christine Prinn at her maximum size..with a little more
thickness in her thighs..and a lot more thickness in her neck. Although Prinn
is 5'6" Terry carries about the same dimensions at a height of just
5'1"..quite a "BLOCK" of muscle...Prinn and Terry even have the same
hairstyles.

Terry: A Strength Queen, A Party Animal, and a Brawler. Chapter 1

The following day I spoke to one of Terry's buddies, whom I knew, and was with
us the night before. She had known Terry for years and told me.

"You have made quite an impression on Terry and she'd like to hear from you."
"But let me tell you this, Terry has had a hard time getting a relationship
going with men because of her strength, size, and what she does to support
herself."

"All of us girls like Terry, and we don't want to se her get hurt again, so if
your not interested, don't call her."

I asked what she meant by. "What she has to do to support herself?"

Her friend answered.

"A few years ago we went to Florida, Terry ended up with a guy named Bob from
our group." "I don't think it was anything romantic, but Bob ended up kinda
being her business manager for the trip." "I'll give you his number."

"Give me a few minutes to tell him to expect your call." "OK?"

"Ask him about Terry, but Denny don't think what he's telling you is BULLSHIT,
I've known Terry since we were little kids." What Bob is going to tell you is
the truth." "I just want to let you know what you're getting into."

I called Bob and set up an appointment. Thus my first interview concerning the
"Strength Queen" was set. The following stories are a result of my meetings
with Bob and personal experience with "TERRY the STRENGTH QUEEN".

To be continued............