My Uplifting Experiences part 2 
By Jeremy Wilson  shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com
Chapters 3 and 4 of my personal L&C fantasies 


This is just a couple of stories that I have wanted to do for a while but
haven't gotten a chance with other stories in the offing, so here we go, more
lift and carry fantasies.

Encounter number 3: The New Next Door Neighbor

Sharon Aguilara moved in next door to me two days ago, she's a 38 year old
single mother of an 18 year old boy named Mike, who had just graduated from
high school and was just going to go away to college in a few short weeks, so
Sharon was going to be all by herself for the next little while. I decided to
make friends with her, she was quite attractive for an older lady, she was 5'1
and 120 pounds, had nice firm breasts, about a C cup, and hips that could have
made J-Lo green with envy. Her face was very pretty, I would say she reminds
me of a Salma Hyhek, she must have some Latino in her, because she has darker
skin, a very nice olive complexion that I haven't seen in too many women
around here. I went over to her house and introduced myself, she was really
nice, but when she shook my hand, it was like I put my hand into a hydraulic
vice! She had a smile on her face so I knew she wasn't squeezing her hardest,
but I had never felt anyone wring my hand like this small, beautiful latino
woman did. She was wearing a tank top that showed off her incredible
complexion, but one thing it didn't show, and one thing that I usually look
for in sleeveless women is muscle. She didn't seem to have one muscle in her
whole arm, but has got such hand strength that she completely had me at her
mercy, I was near screaming out in pain before she released me.

She noticed my wince and me shaking out my hand and said, "Oh, I'm sorry
Jeremy, I don't know my own strength, its been that way ever since I could
remember, even when I was a small child I could hurt much bigger boys in the
neighborhood without realizing it. When I was 5, a 10 year old bully took my
favorite stuff animal from me, I yelled and screamed for him to give it back,
but then before I realized it, I had pushed him to the ground and held him
down then punched him once in the stomach, he had the air knocked out of him
and I had my dolly back, he never picked on me again." I nodded, I have heard
and seen stories like this many times in my travels and meetings with strong
muscular women, I had to ask, "How big were the both of you?" She thought on
it a while and said, "He was huge compared to me, I was probably only 3'4 and
weighed 38 pounds, he was 4'9 and weighed 100 pounds or so." I nodded again,
though on the inside I was doing cartwheels, I asked her, "Well, you appear to
be very strong, judging by your handshake do you know how strong you really
are?" She giggled and said, "Well, I have tried to find out in the past, but
really, the thing about me is the harder I try, the more strength I gain."

Wow, this was an unexpected answer, I scratched my head and said, "Are you
saying that you've never really lifted a maximum, that if you just try, you
could, say, lift my mini-van off the ground?" She nodded and said, "Of course
I could dear, I've been lifting cars since college, its no problem anymore
really, I don't even have to strain so much at all, want me to show you?" I
nodded eagerly, as this was one of my all-time favorite fantasies, to meet a
lady strong enough to lift a car with ease! She checked to see that no one was
watching, then looked my way with a sly grin on her face, then, with hardly
any sign of effort at all, she lifted the back end of my 3 ton mini-van off
the ground with one hand. Then she worked her hands inward until she found a
balancing point, when she did she lifted it straight over her head, again,
with no grunts, no visible strain in her face, I was taken aback, but the best
was yet to come as she took one hand off the mini-van, holding 6,000 pounds
overhead with one hand. If this was a dream, I told myself, please don't wake
me up! I told her, "Sharon, you are completely awesome, that looks to weigh
nothing to you and I know its gotta weigh at least 3 tons, if not more, you
make it look like its a box of Kleenex, what more can you do?" She just smiled
and said, "Oh, a whole lot more, actually, why don't I bring you inside so I
can show you how I train?" I nodded dumbly, she put my car down and walked
over to me, without warning she put one arm around my back and lifted my 320
pounds off the ground, I instinctively wrapped my legs around her waist and
held on for the ride. She proceeded to bounce me up and down on her hips a
little, to show me how effortless this was for her, how my weight was nothing
to her body, and she giggled the whole time to emphasize that fact.

As she carried me down to her basement, where I assumed her weights were, I
had to ask, "Sharon, if you don't mind me asking, your so strong, yet your
muscles are non-existent, most women who are as strong as you have muscles as
big as most male bodybuilders, yet your arms are quite frankly as little as a
10 year old girls, where does all this strength come from?" She shook her head
and said, "I used to have muscles, big ones, but they only came out after I
lifted something really heavy, something that made them work hard,
unfortunately, I haven't had the opportunity to work my muscles hard for a
long, long time, so my muscles have receded, but luckily for you, my strength
has stayed at that level." I thought, wow, I wonder what kind of weights would
give her a challenge, she treated my 6,000 pound van like it was a feather,
what kind of weight does she normally work out with? When we made it to the
basement, I was surprised to find no weight machines, no dumbbells, nothing at
all she could lift weight with, I looked at her with confusion and said,
"Well, where's your big gym, where's all the weights that you want to impress
me with?" She giggled and said, "I didn't say they were in my basement, no, we
have a way to walk yet, but don't worry, I can carry you baby, as long as you
want me to." I smiled and said, "You can carry me whenever you'd like, babe,
it looks as though you're just as happy with it as I am." She giggled and
said, "Yup, you're not really a heavy load at all, it feels like I'm carrying
a bag of groceries, maybe not, because you're not all that heavy to me at all,
more like a feather pillow, almost completely weightless to me, dear, I could
carry you like this for days at a time and not feel the effort." I thought,
cool, can't wait to see what other ways she could carry me if she wanted.

I didn't have long to wait. She switched me from my place on her hip to a
piggy back ride, with hardly an flip of her very feminine wrist. I rode her
back in anticipation of what I would see in her gym, what kinds of weights
would she have there? Normal looking ones that were actually very many times
more than regular looking plates, or huge plates that actually look like car
and tractor tires more than metal weight plates. Well, she didn't leave me
waiting long, as in this position she took off running, and within 30 seconds
we made it to the end of her secret workout facility. When she opened the
door, my eyes widened in awe and wonder at the spectacle before me. The
ceiling must have been 50 feet high, some of the machines were 30 feet high,
because the weight plates in the machines were a foot thick each and were
stacked twenty high, the barbells looked really thick, maybe 3 inches at first
inspection, I guessed them to be 25 feet long as well. The plates did look
pretty big, but not outrageously big, maybe twice as wide and high as normal
plates, and about 2 inches thick themselves. The walls were made of a gray
metal material, the likes of which I haven't seen, and there were several
thick bars all around the gym, at least an inch thick each. Sharon looked
around and said, "Well, what do you think?" I shook my head to clear my head a
little, stuttered a little as I tried to get out, "It's awesome, Sharon, how
heavy is everything?" She giggled and pointed to one barbell with 3 huge
plates on each side of a really thick bar, and asked, "If each of those plates
weigh 1,500 pounds and the bar itself weighs 500 pounds, what does that add up
to?" I calculated the numbers in my head and came up with a response that
baffled my brain, "9500 pounds?!?"

She giggled and said, "Very good, I was a math teacher in my last job, before
I came to Wisconsin, I'll give you extra credit, if each of those plates weigh
500 pounds and there's 20 plates, how many pounds is on that machine over
there?" My mouth was open as I considered the facts that the huge machine
weighed 10,000 pounds. That's exactly what I said and she laughed heartily,
"That's the right answer, but to tell you the truth, those plates don't weight
500 pounds a piece, they weigh 1250 pounds a piece, so their combined weight
is 25,000 pounds. Can you see why I can lift you up so easily, that's my
warm-up for bench press!" Wow, my brain was reeling from that, I knew she had
to be strong to be using this kind of weight, but 12 and a half tons and its
only her warm up for bench press, how strong is this woman really? "What do
you use for your real weight then?" I asked her, because really, I couldn't
figure it out on my own, there were hardly enough weight that I could see in
this gym that could make her try. "Well, that's the thing, there aren't enough
weights in here to get me any type of pump, I could do that bench press for
hundreds upon hundreds of reps and still be as fresh as a daisy after as when
I began. Wow, I thought to myself, this is just unreal, I thought for a little
while longer and said, "Why don't you try to go to an abandoned warehouse and
use machinery there? You know, they have some really thick steel bars that you
can probably hook up to some makeshift steel slabs that have got to weigh over
40 tons, if you try it out." Sharon giggled at that suggestion, "You know, I
have lifted fairly heavy things before, buses, fully loaded trucks, dump
trucks, once, even a crane. Some of them were well over 40 tons, and to tell
you the truth, after a while, they became too light for me as well." Whoa!
80,000 pounds was too light for her? That's like the equivalent of 6 fully
loaded buses! I wonder if my new girlfriend has infinite strength? I would
sure love to find out!

Encounter number 4: The Lift and Carry Contest

I just got a job as an assistant history professor at Lakeland College in
Sheboygan, Wisconsin, I had to move on campus, well I didn't have to, I just
preferred living there rather than having to drive 40 miles back and forth
every day. What I found there was very surprising, a fair number of the
freshmen and sophomore girls, girls 18 and 19 years old, were a member of a
semi-secret social club known as Lifters Inc. There were two in particular who
caught my attention, one was 4'8 and weighed 94 pounds, the other was 5'1 and
102 pounds, neither looked very fit or muscular at all, but both claimed to be
able to lift 4 times their own weight. I thought it was much, much too good to
be true, so I decided to check it out myself. You see, I've always been rather
large, I'm 6'1 and I weigh 340 pounds, so the fact that these girls were so
much smaller than me, weighing well under 1/3 of my weight yet claiming they
could probably not only carry me, but carrier someone even heavier than me,
well, that got my undivided attention right away. I called up to the Lifter
Inc dorm house to set up a sort of meeting with them.

The meeting was set up, I am going to their house right now, I can't wait to
see for myself if these girls are possibly as strong as they say they are. And
I'm not alone either, the girl who I talked to said I should bring an even
bigger friend if I had one, and it turns out, Jeff was just as into being
lifted as I was. Because he was 6'3 and 375 pounds, though, he too have never
been lifted by a woman in his adult life. We arrived, rang the doorbell and
was greeted by a very perky cheerleader type, fit, but not too muscular, she
was 5'3 and I guessed about 120 pounds, she jumped up and down with eagerness
at seeing us. I guess she was excited about lifting as big of guys as we were,
she ran right up to us and hugged us off the ground, me in one arm, Jeff in
the other! I'm not kidding you, this one small girl held about 715 pounds in
her arms like we were stuff animals, she stepped into the house's very wide
door still carrying us and set us down before her sisters. There were about
ten girls standing there, and really, the sight astounded me, as it turns out,
Amy, the greeter was the largest one! The next largest was Fran who was 5'2
and weighed 115 pounds, but what took me by greatest surprise, there was a
girl in the house that only came up to my stomach, her height had to be under
4 feet tall! I wouldn't have believed it myself if I didn't see it with my own
two eyes, but every single girl in the house was much, much smaller than me,
yet they call themselves Lifters Inc, a quadray of women strong enough to lift
men and objects that not even a very heavily muscled female bodybuilder could,
yet none of them had a clearly visible muscle on their body.

I shouldn't have been surprised at what happened next, but what can I say, I
was shocked out of my gourd when the smallest girl in the house, who couldn't
have weighed more than 78 pounds comes up to me, puts her hands on my hips and
lifts my 340 pounds off the ground and over her head with seeming ease. Then
another small girl, this time 4'7 and weighing 85 pounds at the most goes up
to my much heavier friend and does the exact same thing! Man, its not hard to
forget about the girls I scouted out before, with these two incredibly strong
little people, I'm in complete heaven! Think about it, when I was coming here,
I never thought that I could even be lifted by the biggest females here, in a
matter of minutes, these really tiny women turned my whole world upside down.
Suddenly Lisa said, "Okay girls put them down, and let's explain to them why
we have them here in the first place." I frowned inwardly, but didn't them
see, I kept my face neutral, "Yeah, why are we here?" Lisa answered, "Well, we
are trying to decide who is the stronger of our two newest initiates, Marcie
and Amanda, would you girls step forward?" Two very little girls, one 4'8 and
the other just an inch taller than her, both weighing around the same, maybe
90 pounds a piece. Marcie was brunette, she was wearing a tank top that showed
thin arms, her smile was bright, and she was very pretty. Amanda was blond,
she had glasses and braces, she had her hair in braided pig tails looking for
all the world like she was still in her early teens, though I knew for a fact
she was 19. Me and my friend Jeff went over and shook the girls hands, what we
found was a very, very powerful grip, especially considering how small the
girls were compared to us.

"Okay, gentlemen, ladies, the rules are as follows, we have three carrying
disciplines, the piggyback for distance, the overhead press for repetitions,
and the pull-up for repetitions, the winner of the contest will be head girl
for the freshman class initiates and her pick of boyfriend between the two
liftees. The loser will get the other liftee, but they will also have to carry
the winner and the winner's boyfriend around on her back for a week, wherever
they would like to go." Me and Jeff looked at each other and smiled wide.
"Okay, since Jeff is a little heavier, Jeremy will have to be weighed down a
little, here, take this backpack and put it on." I did, it was heavy, but I
could carry it pretty easily, its not that I'm weak, I'm just a little out of
shape. I figured it was full of books and I haven't had to lug books around
like this for 5 years. Lisa took everyone out to the backyard of the Lifters
Inc. Dorm House, where there was this whole course set up, most likely for
today's festivities. Marcie and Amanda stood first on the front line of what
looked like a race track and Lisa said, "Gentlemen, take your positions,
Jeremy you on Marcie, Jeff, you on Amanda." I walked over and hopped on
Marcie's back, not really knowing if she could hold me, but it didn't seem
like it effected her in the list as she held me like nothing, even looking
back with a big smile on her face. She said "You know, you're quite cute, for
such a little guy, I think if I win this thing, I'm gonna take you as my
boyfriend, I'll show you things I can do with this strong body you ain't never
seen before." I smiled at that, "I hope you win too, you're a very beautiful
girl, and of course you are strong, so you're just about my perfect woman."

It was then I looked over at Amanda and my friend Jeff, I was surprised to see
that Jeff, because of his height advantage over Amanda, had his legs only
about 5 inches off the ground. Lisa started the race, "Okay, girls, on your
mark, get set, go!" Marcie and Amanda started off the race, well it wasn't a
race really, it was just a contest to see who could go the longest carrying
their package on their back, but they sure started running like it was a race.
Amanda took the early lead, but I shouted encouraging words into Marcie's ear,
urging her on to victory. Amanda started losing ground starting at the 100
yard mark, then Marcie started taking the lead at the 150 yard turn around
point, Amanda pulled even again at about the 200 yard mark, but Marcie really
turned on the jets at 300 yards, and the second turn point, taking the lead
and never letting it go, the girls just kept going, though Marcie was always
in the lead, Amanda kept it up for another 1050 yards, while Marcie kept going
and going and going until finally, bored with no competition she stopped,
making her mark at 2000 yards total. She was hardly breathing at all, to me
this competition was all but over, Marcie it seemed had endless energy
reserves and unreal strength. Amanda was quite strong, of course, but if she
could only carry Jeff, who weighed the same as I did, 450 yards less and be
totally out of energy, while Marcie could have gone on for a while longer
without much trouble, Amanda had a lot to make up for and I didn't know if she
could.

It was time to show it though, Lisa took us over to a couple of crazy looking
contraptions, they looked like a combination of a bench bar and an S&M outfit.
"Guys, strap this on yourselves, this will help the girls get a better grip on
you for the next event." We looked at each other and shrugged, strapped the
contraptions on the front, Lisa then did the unthinkable and spun the
contraptions around the back, by handles in the costume and held us both off
the ground at arms length, I looked at her and she had a big, radiant smile on
her beautiful face. Man, I almost fell in love with her right there, if it
hadn't been for my being smitten with Marcie. She set us down in front of our
prospective lifters, I had Amanda this time to make it fair, Amanda grinned up
at me, her blue colored braces shining in the sun, her glasses glinting with
sunlight themselves, she was actually quite pretty, despite her obvious
physical detriments. Amanda smiled and I smiled back at her, I figured hey,
either one of these girls would be great to have as girlfriends, it would be
an honor to be carried around by either one. Then Lisa told the girls to take
their handles, and to begin. Amanda took a grip so tight that I thought I
heard the metal handles shriek in pain, then she brought the bar, and
therefore myself, up to her chest, which was quite big and perky for her size,
which I hadn't noticed at first glance. I guess I had only thought of these
women as little girls because of their size, I hadn't really thought to look
at them as real women, I tried to look over at Marcie to see her general
bodyshape but the contraption was restrictive and she was out of my sight
range.

It was time for the challenge to begin, Lisa said "On my mark, 3, 2, 1, go!"
Amanda started pushing me up like my bodyweight, almost 4 times that of her
was nothing to her, and I guess that may have been somewhat true. I started
counting out the reps in my mind, but I stopped after it became boring,
somewhere around 150 reps, it was amazing to think that one so much smaller
than me could use my weight as a military press weight so easily, but Amanda
had no trouble with my weight, it was as though I was a pillow or a teddy bear
instead of a 340 pound full grown man. Suddenly, out of nowhere I heard this
from Lisa, "Marcie is out with 375 reps! If Amanda completes 8 more reps, she
will have one this event!" Amanda was struggling at this point but she kept at
it, the goal was giving her more focus, more realization of the fact she was
close to winning, so it pushed her harder. She went those 8 reps and just a
way to finish it off, did 2 more than she needed, to make Marcie know she was
the stronger in this case. "Alright, the competition is tied, 1-1, after a
half-hour break, we will have the final contest, the weighted pull-ups, Marcie
you will have first choice of who you want hanging off your back." Marcie
said, "I want Jeremy hanging off my back." I smiled and walked over, "Thank
you for selecting me Marcie, nothing against Amanda, but I think you may be
the stronger and just let her win the last contest, just so you can show your
power a third time and to tell you the truth, I want to be your boyfriend more
than Amanda's." She blushed at this and said, "Jeremy, I'll tell you
something, I may have been holding back last contest, but knowing you would
want me to win and be my boyfriend, I'm going to be trying to win the last
contest with every ounce of my being, I want to get to know you better and I
want you to get to know me as well."

I asked her, "Marcie, I would love to know exactly how strong you are, and how
you got that way, since we got a little while until the next contest, how
about you tell me a little bit about yourself?" She smiled shyly and said,
"Well, I grew up in Kohler, my parents had said I always was pretty strong,
able to hang off my crib bars when I was only a couple weeks old, I lifted a
chair that my dad was sitting on when I was 3 years old, he was 230 pounds at
the time and I was lucky if I weighed 30 pounds, I just grew up to be stronger
and stronger, at 10 I could armwrestle 5 high school football players at the
same time, and pin them all down with ease, they probably averaged 275 pounds
and I weighed 65 pounds, most likely. It didn't help in high school though, as
most guys were intimidated by my strength, the fact I was so much stronger
than them, I only dated one guy and he was a pervert that was only turned on
by my strength, so I dumped him pretty early in the relationship, I hope you
aren't that kind of guy." I looked nervously from side to side, "Umm, no of
course not, Marcie, you're a beautiful girl, and while I am attracted to
strong women, which is one of the reasons I seeked out Lifters Inc., I think
I'm attracted to you for more than your strength, your physical beauty is
awesome, like Angelina Jolie combined with Eva Longoria with a little early
Britney Spears thrown in, before she became a coked up deadbeat mom. And I can
tell by the way you act, you're very intelligent, and a very sweet person, so
while the strength part is one reason, its not the only reason I like you."
She smiled and said, "Thank you, I like you too, you're smart, handsome and
honest, plus it seems you have a great sense of humor, even if I don't win,
I'd pick you to be my boyfriend any day of the week and twice on Sundays." We
looked into each others eyes, and were about to kiss, but a loud whistle was
blasted into my ear.

We were so into each other we didn't see Lisa come back, she shouted, "No
commiserating with competitors until after the contests are over, am I clear,
Mr. Wilson?" I nodded yeah, then said to Marcie, "I guess we'll have to wait
until after, huh, good luck." I looked around and saw that Lisa was looking
away, so I snuck a peck on Marcie's cheek and whispered, "For luck." Then she
blushed and said, "Thanks." Lisa got Jeff and Amanda together as well, and
brought us before two pull up bars on the side of the brick dorm, they looked
very strong and thick. "Alright, boys, you hop on the girl's back, put your
legs around the girl's waist, hold as still as you can and no funny stuff!"
She looked directly at me when she said this, I sort of giggled shyly and
looked from Marcie to Lisa and back. So I got on Marcie's back, put my legs
around her waist and arms around her neck, she took a deep breath and stepped
up to the bar. "On your marks, get set, go!" With that, Marcie and Amanda
leapt off the ground like there wasn't 375 pounds of weight on their back,
grabbed the bar and started pulling themselves up and down in a steady rhythm.
I was conflicted, I wanted to do something, but because of Lisa's constant
supervision I couldn't do anything too noticeable, so I shouted words of
encouragement to Marcie, then whispered after, "Do it for me, I love you, I
know you love me, don't worry about those two, just think about your love for
me and let it set your body free!" She smiled and pulled harder, knowing her
love for me would overcome any amount of reps the seeming stronger Amanda
could pull up with Jeff on her back. "I can do it! I can do it!" She shouted
to herself, what she didn't know though, was that Amanda had finished a long
time ago, only being able to do 400 reps. Marcie was continuing on, not even
noticing the stares of Amanda, Jeff, Lisa and the rest of the girls who had
come out to watch their newest initiate do a seemingly impossible feat of
strength.

I whispered to her, "Marcie, you did it, you can stop now, I think you won."
She looked around and said, "Oops, sorry, I was just concentrating so much on
impressing you and winning that I didn't pay attention to anything else." I
nodded and said, "Thanks, I'm so happy being with you." Lisa then announced to
the crowd, "Your winner, with 900 reps, and your newest freshman leader,
Marcie Grunwald!" Then she turned to Marcie, "Who do you choose to be your
boyfriend, as if I don't already know." She said the last part under her
breath, but just loud enough for me to hear. She looked up at my face with a
big smile and said, "I choose Jeremy." Then she picked me up in a bear hug,
and started twirling me around like I was nothing to her. I smiled down at
her, and said, "Thank you again, I don't remember the last time I've been so
happy!" We smiled at each other and finally kissed her with more passion than
I've ever kissed anyone before. She set me down and walked with me hand and
hand to the cheers of all the crowd. 

The End...