Terry P. "Strength Queen"  Chapter 6
By Denny K
The Monster is Born


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The kids had agreed to come up with some way of making money while they were
in Florida. The truck repair had taken almost all of their money and they
agreed to pool the money that each made until the truck repair money had been
replaced. A group meeting was held in their cramped motel room a day or so
after they arrived in Florida. Bob agreed to chair the group and keep track of
the cash.

Julie was the first to speak. "I've found that many of the clubs and bars
sponsor 'bikini' contest, last year in Cancun I cleaned up." "At school this
year I've worked out like a maniac, I'm in the best shape of my life". "Of
course I'm not as strong as you know who, but I'm into more of the figure end
of the business."

Terry blushed and had to laugh. Julie was wearing a tee shirt

over a very tiny bikini and the guys just sat there with their mouths
watering. "You look in tremendous shape." Said Jim. "What are your stats?" The
girls laughed, as the guys cheered and whistled,

Julie was really sucking up the attention. Julie, who was an exhibitionist,
removed her tee shirt and asked the guys. "What do you think guys, do I have
the tools?" Bob yelled, "hell yes!" "Julie, you're a killer!" She looked at
the guys, sucked in her stomach, and took in a deep breath. Her magnificent
tits "stood up by themselves!" "By the way I'm 40DD-22-36". She said.

Then Julie bent slightly forward at the waist and shook her shoulders. The
result was that her huge bust-line "bounced" and teased the guys sitting in
front of her.

The guys cheered and chanted, "Unbeatable!, Unbeatable!"

Julie said, "I'll need one of the guys to be an escort, to keep the creeps
away from me". Three hands went up in unison, but Julie chose the biggest guy.
Bill. He was the strong silent type and his non- smiling expression made him
out to be much meaner than he really was. But now Bill had a smile from ear to
ear when Julie chose him. He had been trying to get into Julie's pants since
the trip began. But he felt that Julie was out of his league. Hell, Julie was
out of ANY MAN"S LEAGUE! Bob figured that if Julie did two contest an evening
she could make between two to three hundred dollars a day. Not a lot, but
enough to get by.

Pat and Debby planned on using their 'big racks' and great legs tending bar.
And the other two guys figured they could get a job waiting tables or
bartending until they replaced the money. Only Terry and Bob were left.

Bob, who had a little larceny in his soul, told the group that he and Terry
had been "hustling" some scams and had replaced about eight hundred dollars of
the thirty five hundred that was needed.

But Bob told the group, " we've run out of suckers, Terry beat every drunken
guy that challenged her in arm wrestling, and the coconut thing has run its
course.

But Bob was an enterprising 'type' of guy and he had a few suggestions. In
reality he was trying to get the group to get Terry to do something that
'maybe' she didn't want to do.

Pat, who had known Terry the longest, said, "Bob, surely you can figure out
how to make a couple of buck's with Terry's enormous strength." "Get her to
bend some horseshoes or something." The group laughed. Bob replied, "It's not
that easy, once she beats one guy, just one, the others chicken out." "Word on
Terry has gotten all over the beach, the guys all want to see her, they just
don't want to bet against her." "But being the enterprising guy that I am,"
Bob said, "I have a few suggestions".

"We're going to have to drive a few miles to get away from where Terry is
known." "And Terry, the muscle bikini has got to go."

"I would like to dress you in something that makes you look heavy, and out of
shape". "Maybe some baggy pants and a blouse, that will hide some of that
muscle".

Bob reported, "I've been looking through the paper and making some calls, and
this is what I've come up with."

"There's 'tough-woman' contest at one of the clubs." Bob said. "Pays $1000.00
to the overall winner". "What do you think Terry?"

"Fuck you Bob!" Terry said, and the rest of the room laughed." "Your not the
one getting your face marked up."

"Your not the one fighting amateur fighters who have no idea of what they're
doing". Terry went on. "I don't like fighting anywhere where I get struck in
the face." "I'll fight to defend myself but not some stupid ass contest like
that."

"OK, OK, point taken." Bob said. "How about some wrestling?"

Terry's interest perked up. "Wrestling?" "What kind of wrestling?" Pat chimed
in. "Shit Terry, that's right up your alley!" Pat looked at the group and went
on.

"When we were in high school, Terry would routinely trounce every guy on the
wrestling team, and she beat every guy on the football team that would wrestle
her." Pat laughed. "They finally made her stop wrestling guys in gym, the
administration said it was not 'acceptable' for a young lady to wrestle the
boys."

Terry chimed in. "After the faculty made me stop, the wrestlers and football
players still challenged me, so we moved the matches."

"Some of them gave me a pretty good work-out." "But I'll tell you guys about
that some other time."

"Bob what else did you come up with?" Terry asked.

"Well Terr," Bob replied, "A man and his wife opened up a club that features
women wrestling." "He seemed very nice and very interested." "He told me that
he's having a hard time getting girls to work for him, as most are kids here
on vacation." "He needs some girls with experience, because the wrestling
shows are just that, shows." He doesn't want anyone getting hurt, just some
muscle and T&A." "I described you to him and he told me that his wife was a
big girl too and he'd like us to stop by."

"How big?" Terry asked with interest.

"He told me that she's almost six foot tall and close to three hundred
pounds."

The kids in the room all made sounds of. "OOOHHHH" or "AAAHHHH".

But Bob said that Terry reacted in a surprising way.

"Well, if she's not fat, maybe I can get a little competition for a change."

Bob made a mental note. "No FEAR"!

"Anything else?" Terry asked. "Sure." Said Bob. "Ever see the movie "THE
HUSTLER",

with Paul Newman?" All of the kids in the room shook their heads up and down.
"Well". Said Bob. "I figure that I can take the 'Female Hercules' into a gym,
not just any gym, but one that is oozing money like Gold's, South Miami
Beach." "We'll have you dressed in some 'FAT' clothes and I'll embarrass some
big, strong jocks into lifting against you." The kids all agreed that this
sounded like a good idea, nobody could beat Terry. "I've been to the gym and
watched for most of the afternoon, most of the guys there hit 315 in the bench
and stop." "The question." Asked Bob. "Is, can Terry lift 315?"

After all of the OOH's died down Terry looked at Bob and said.

"I'll PLAY with 315 Bob." Terry said in a cooing voice.

Terry and Bob agreed to get a few six packs of beer and discuss the "Hustle"
back at their room. Bob had rented another room with some of the money that
they had won with the coconut and arm wrestling scams. Terry told Bob at the
outset to get two beds, and Bob felt relief that he wouldn't have to try to
satisfy this 'Woman Mountain'. Bob told me that for all of Terry's enormous
strength she was a 'cheap drunk'. She simply could not handle alcohol. But
Terry loved beer and insisted on trying to drink it. Bob told me that after a
few beers Terry would either get 'silly' or start on a 'crying jag'....it all
depended on her mood earlier in the day. But most of the time Terry really got
HOT and started on the prowl for some big men to fuck.

Bob asked Terry to tell him about her strength, could she work the hustle and
beat these guys? Bob said if they lost it would clean out the money that they
had left. Terry 'HAD' to win, ands win big.

After Terry's second beer Terry really loosened up and started to tell Bob
about the true depth of her 'CURSE", her massive strength. Her mood darkened
as Bob asked, "OK Terry, what are your limits, tell me."

Finally Terry spoke, "last year when I met Steve, we ended up going to one of
the local gyms." "He is the type of guy who has to work out every day to keep
up his strength". "Steve takes his sport very seriously, and although I told
him I didn't really want to get into lifting, he talked me in to trying some
lifts to see how strong I was." "He showed me the proper form of each of the
three power lifting moves, and as I learned each lift he would start to add
some plates". "We worked on the bench press first, and after I displayed that
I had the form and the breathing correctly, he started to add some weight."
"First he added one each of the medium size plates."

Bob ask, "do you mean the 25 pounders?" And Terry replied, "Yea, I think so."
She went on. "I told Steve that this weight felt the same as the empty bar".
"Steve laughed and said, don't worry Terr we have plenty of plates here."
"Next he put one of the big round ones on each end". Bob stopped her again,
"You mean 45 pound plates?" Terry said, "there were two types of those big
round plates, one was twice as thick as the other, and I remember the thicker
plate was 100 pounds". "So it was either a 45 or 50 pound plate". "I did a few
reps, and ask Steve to take off the thinner plates and put on the 100 pound
plates, he was quite amazed". "He got into a spotting position at my head, I
just pressed out a few more reps without his help". "He asked me if that was
enough weight, and I told him that I thought I could handle one more of the
thin plates on each end". "He looked at me as said, are you sure babe, that's
a lot of weight". "I told him if he spotted me I'd like to give it a try". "So
he put the thin plates on with the 100 pound plates and got in position to
spot me". "I have to admit that after I got to about the second or third rep
it started getting pretty tough, but with Steve's help, I managed to get to
between 5 and 6 reps". Bob did a quick calculation in his head, "335"
POUNDS!!!!!!

Bob ask Terry, "Are you sure Terry?" "That sounds like an awful lot of weight
for someone who never really lifted". Terry said, "Yea, now I'm sure cause
that's exactly what Steve said." "Although Steve trains in the bench press
with between five and six hundred pounds he told me that I was extremely
strong."

The wheels started to turn in Bob's head. "Terry, tell me more about your gym
date". "Did you do any squats? "Sure" Terry said, "Steve made sure that I had
the form down and then he started stacking on the plates." "I remember that we
only used the 100 pound plates when we started". "Steve told me that because
of my short legs and big back I would be a natural at the squat and the
deadlift." Bob asked, "Well! How many plates did you get up to?"

Terry really had to think. "If I remember correctly, it was two thick ones on
each side". She said.

"Holy Shit, Terry!" "That's 445 pounds!" "I don't know of many BIG men that
can do that." "Do you remember how many reps you did?" Terry replied, "Shit, I
don't remember, but is was probably around ten." "But I didn't think much of
it, I was just spending time with Steve." "Steve flipped out and told me I
should compete, but I told him absolutely not.!" "I want to lose weight and
size and not get any bigger." (Terry told me that this issue had really become
a hot topic between Steve and Terry, he wanted her to compete and train, and
she refused). "How about the deadlift?" Bob asked. "I have to say", answered
Terry, "That the deadlift seems to be my strongest lift." "Steve is a very
big, thick, powerful man." "I could never beat him, or even come close in the
squat or bench press." But I could give him a run for his money in the
deadlift."

"Pray tell, Terry". Bob said.

"Most women have their strength from the waist down, I'm no exception." Terry
replied. "You saw me lift that heavy truck." "I'm cursed with these huge legs,
and big hips."

"I just happen to be cursed with a huge back, and upper body too".

Terry was drifting away from the topic as if she didn't want to continue. But
Bob needed more information if he was to give his plan a try. "Terry, let's
get back to the deadlift, OK?"

"OK BOB!" "What do you want to know?" "Guess Terry, how much weight did you
get up?" Terry replied, "I'll cut to the chase." "When I was done, though I
really had to struggle, two100 pound plates, and one 45 pound plate on each
side, plus the bar." "I can't remember exactly how much that is, but I know
it's over 500 pounds."

"535 to be exact." Bob said.

Bob said, "A lot of women who are professional bodybuilders and powerlifters
would kill for your genetics." Terry said, "they wouldn't have to kill for
them, they can have them." "I want to look like Julie, I notice how the men
drool over her, how they trip over themselves while there looking at her." "I
know I'll never look like that, but if I could get down maybe fifty pounds."

Bob looked at Terry and said, "You're a pretty athletic girl, I've seen you in
your 'almost nothing' bikini, I don't think you have any fat to lose." Terry
said, "That's just it, I visited my doctor right before we left to get some
diet pills." "He took a body-fat test and told me that my body- fat is between
12 and 15 percent." "He refused to do anything, he told me that my body-fat is
really low and this weight is bone and muscle." "I got so upset, I couldn't
drive home."

"Terry", Bob said in a soft voice, "Maybe you're not the 'main-stream' fashion
model girl." "Steve likes you, and you turn men's heads all the time." "Accept
the fact that your 'different', 'unique', you're not the AVERAGE woman."
"You're intelligent, nice to work with, and you're strong as hell."

Tears came to Terry's eyes. She tried to keep her emotions in check. Bob ask.
"What's the matter Terry?" "I just told you about those lifts," Terry said,
"well that was last year." Then she started to cry.

Someone once said that men and women speak different languages, and Bob
wondered just what the hell she was talking about. Bob said, "I'm sorry Terry,
I don't understand what you're trying to tell me."

Terry calmed down and began to tell her story.

"When I returned from Florida last year, I celebrated my twenty first
birthday."

"Soon afterwards, I began to feel my body change."

"I noticed that although I wasn't gaining weight, my body seemed to be getting
harder." "My appetite increased and I really felt my strength increasing".
"One thing I didn't need was anymore strength and size." "I increased my time
on the treadmill, and started taking some appetite suppressors that I got at a
local pharmacy." "I became such a fixture at the girls gym at school, that the
security man would let me lock-up when I finished my treadmill time." "Right
before I came on this trip, I figured I'd test myself"

"I suspected that I was getting stronger, but I really had no way to test my
strength." "Then I remembered the workout that I had with Steve." " So before
I left the gym for the evening, I decided to try the three lifts that I had
done with Steve." "First I rounded up all of the 45 pound plates that I could
find." "I came up with ten plates and the bar." "The bar was setting on the
floor with two plates on each side". "I figured it was too heavy to lift all
the way to my shoulders to place it on the squat rack." "So I figured I'd warm
up with a few dead lifts." "When I lifted the bar to my waist I had to look to
see if two plates were actually on the bar, it was way too easy!" "I raised
the bar to my shoulders and then I pressed it overhead!" "I must have cranked
out five or six reps!" Terry told Bob, "I didn't even feel it." "So I lowered
the bar and placed one more 45 on each side." "All of a sudden I got a "RUSH"
like I couldn't believe"!

Terry became very animated at she described a sensation that she had never
felt before. She told Bob. "It was euphoric!" "It was like being HIGH and
turning into an animal all at once!!!" "I wanted to destroy those weights!"
"At that moment I felt that there wasn't enough weight in the gym to hold that
bar to the ground!!! "I started to lift all six plates and the bar, I could
feel the added weight, but it was quite manageable and I pressed it overhead
five or six times." Bob said, "Christ Terry that's 315 pounds!"

"I know, I know." Said Terry. "I started to write down the plates and figure
out the weight." "Instead of feeling tired I actually felt stronger!" "I
figured what the hell, I'm here anyhow, and no one can see me." "I put one
more 45 on each side and tried again." "It was a little struggle, but I
managed to press it overhead." "Bob asked. "Are you sure Terry?" "405
pounds?!" "That's fuckin unbelievable!!!!" "And you haven't lifted a weight
since last year?" "I've only lifted twice in my life." Said Terry. "Once with
Steve, and the night I'm telling you about."

"Bob" Said Terry. "I told you that everyone said that I was strong, so I
decided that I would write down the pounds that I lifted that night and
compare them to the statistics on the Internet." "The 45 pound plates were
hard to add up in my head, so I figured that I would lift and write."

Terry said. "I decided to try benching next." "I grabbed the bar that was
still loaded with 405 pounds and decided to place it on the bench's uprights."
"I admit that I struggled to lift the bar over the little hooks at the top of
the pipes, but I finally got the bar in place." "Shit Terry." Bob said. "You
were handling 405 pounds!" "Two average men couldn't lift that much weight!"

Terry gave Bob a 'dirty look' and continued. "I figured, if I could lift the
bar with all of that weight on it, it wouldn't be a challenge to bench press
it." "So I added one more 45 on each side." "I knew it was close to 500
hundred pounds, but I felt I'd give it a try."

Bob told her. "Terry, you were at 495 pounds!"

Terry said. "I still felt as though I could lift the world!" So I laid back,
took a deep breath, and left half of it out." "I put my hands to the bar and
began to push." " It was tough but I managed 5 or 6 reps and decided to push a
little further." " I rounded up four 25 pound plates and put two on each
side." " I think I maxed out at this weigh, around 600 pounds."

Bob said, "595 pounds!?" Terry looked at Bob. "Yea Bob, 595 pounds, but I
still managed 2 or 3 reps." "On second thought, I think I could have done more
but I couldn't get anymore plates on the bar."

After sitting with Terry and downing his third beer Bob had to take a piss.
"Terry you want another beer?" Asked Bob. Terry was starting to slur her
speech. "Sure, one more as a night-cap."

Bob said. "You better be careful, your going to feel like shit tomorrow."
Terry ignored him and asked. "Bob, you got any munchies?' Bob rooted around
his duffel bag and came up with some walnuts and some candy bars. Terry said.
"Give me the nuts I don't eat that other shit." Bob said, " Terr the only
reason these nuts are still in here is that I can't get them open."

Terry said. "Just throw them to me, I'm hungry." When Terry caught the bag of
nuts she opened the bag and simply 'crushed' them in her bare hand. She threw
the chafe aside, and ate the meat. Bob shook his head is amazement.

Terry asked. "What's your problem?" Bob said. "Crushing nuts in your bare
hands is very unusual". Terry said. "Shit Bob, I've been doing this since I
was sixteen years old."

"Steve likes to watch me open nuts by crushing them with my ass cheeks." Terry
laughed, and Bob thought that she was 'full of shit'.

Bob wanted to bring Terry back to the lifting. "Terr, you do any more lifting
that night at the gym?" Terry burped and laughed.

"What do you want to know all this shit for?" "How's this gonna help us make
some money"? "I'd like to go to one of those contest and bounce my big tits
around like Julie." "But NOOOOO!" "I've got big muscles instead of tits."

"Com'on Terr, I'm trying to work something out." Said Bob. "I need this info
to make it work."

"Alright Bob." Terry said. "But you' re getting to be a pain in the ass, and
I'm getting sleepy." "I figured that I really didn't have enough weight to
challenge my strength in the squat, and it was getting late." "And the longer
I lifted, the more depressed I was becoming." "So I figured I'd just try a few
dead-lifts and put the bar and plates away." Terry then told Bob, "I stripped
the four twenty five plates off of the bar, lifted the 405 pound barbell off
of the bench and lowered it to the floor."

Terry went on. "Taking all of these plates off and on was really getting to be
a pain in the ass." "So I went over to the men's gym across the hall, and
brought back four of those thick plates." "You mean the 100 pounders?" Bob
asked. "Yea." Terry replied. "It took me two trips, as I couldn't get my hands
around all four to bring them back in one trip." "I put two on each side and
gave it a shot."

Bob said. "Terry, that's 805 fuckin pounds!" "I know Bob! "Stop reminding me."
Terry replied, with resignation in her voice. "The only reason I kept on going
was one, IT FELT GOOD!" "And two, I really wanted to know my limit." "I
thought to myself, Terry ain't no way you can move that much weight."

Terry went on. " I started to pull and I heard this ungodly sound." "The sound
startled me so badly that I released my grip on the bar." "Then I realized
that the sound was coming from me!"

Terry looked at Bob and said. "You know that 'Female Bear Sound' that you say
I make?" Bob nodded his head. "Well that's the first time I ever made it." "I
went back and started to pull, and growl, and pull some more." "Then to my
surprise, the bar started to move!" "I had so much weight on it that it
actually started to BEND!" "I raised and lowered that bar 3 of 4 times!" " And
I felt a rush of strength that I had never felt before!"

"So there you have it Bob, "TERRY P.----MONSTER".

I was so upset by what I had watched myself do that I cried myself to sleep."
"I'm done talking Bob." "Go get me another beer."

When Bob returned from the bathroom with the beers, Terry was laying on her
stomach completely nude.

Terry looked at Bob and said. "Bob, I'll make you a deal, you give me a
princess evening, and I'll beat every man you put against me." "I'll win all
of those strength contest you're planning to enter me into." "OK?"

Bob was so awestruck that all he could do was nod his head.

Terry rolled over on her back placing her head on the pillows, as she did so
she expanded her chest and placed her hands behind her head. "Bob, get some of
that baby oil and start rubbing."

"I know you saw me bend those big bars and wreck that big door with these."
She started to flex her pecs. "These need a little attention, don't you
think?" Bob thought to himself.

I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER!

To be continued......