My Uplifting Experiences
By Jeremy Wilson  shaneomacfan2@yahoo.com
I meet several different strong women and live out my fantasies


*Author's note: Guess who? Yup, its me once again, here to titillate, excite,
disgust, and fascinate you with another one of my stories. This one will be in
a slightly different vein then my normal stories, as most of my stories
involve incredibly huge muscled women who are superhumanly strong. Now this
story is based on some of my favorite lift and carry stories that I have read
throughout my years of reading stories on the web. They may, or may not
include muscular women, but no matter how muscular they happen to be, they
will be without doubt very, very strong for their size. I hope that those who
are into this subject enjoy this story as it is written just for you, I have
never really written a purely L&C story and in this one, I will be trying to
do as many different kinds of L&C as I can think of. This will also be
different from most of my stories as it will be a several parter being thrown
in the same story, a sort of compilation of my own lift and carry fantasies
being written down in one place. This is totally, 100 percent fiction, none of
the characters have ever been real. Again, thanks to everyone who has been a
fan of my stories, and to those who haven't been a fan of my stories, well,
sorry, but I write what I write and that's the bottom line. Hope you enjoy!*

Encounter #1- My Granny, what big muscles you got

I went home from College on the weekend, I had been away from home for 2
straight years, and I had missed my family, so I decided I'd take everyone out
for supper at a big restaurant, my mother, father, sister, brother, and
grandmother. It had been even longer since I've seen her, she had lived most
of the time in Madison, and now had moved back a year after I went away to
college to help the family out in my absence. She was pretty much how I
remember her, about 4'10, a little bulky, though not very fat, but she looked
more tan than I remember her being the last time I saw her, about 7 years ago.
Her shoulders seemed a little bit broader, I chalked that up to shoulder pads
in her dress, under her button up white sweater. She was 73 years old, but
hardly looked it, her face didn't have too many wrinkles, her hair was salt
and pepper, more on the gray side since I last saw it, and her smile showed a
bunch of new teeth, I guess she must have gotten dentures as well. I saw her
calves and they looked very muscular, I didn't think anything about it, I've
seen my mom's calves and they were quite muscular despite the fact that she
was mostly all fat. Then I noticed someone that I hadn't met before, she
looked about my grandma's age, maybe a little older, she was even more tan,
had less wrinkles and her salt and pepper hair was pulled back into a strict
bun. She looked beautiful actually, almost like Sophia Loren, the classic kind
of beauty that looks almost ageless. She was wearing a sweater and a pair of
jogging pants, so I couldn't tell how her body looked, but she looked pretty
big and bulky. She noticed my attention and introduced herself as my grandma's
roommate, Dolores. She's been living with her for 5 years, was 75 years old
and was a former Phys Ed teacher at a High School in Madison, until she
retired 10 years before. I gripped her hand and I was very surprised by her
hand strength, I mean I expected a frail old grandma handshake, not the former
drill sergeant handshake that I got. Her forearms were showing a little and I
saw a little ripple, which didn't surprise me so much, but there were a lot of
veins as well. My dick was hardening, as I had always fantasized about meeting
a very strong older woman, and it seemed here was one right in front of me. I
hope she didn't notice, and she gave no indication that she did, we all went
out together and ate supper.

We came back and I went straight to my old bedroom, thinking of grandma's
friend Dolores, ready to free willy all over myself, if you know what I mean.
Just as I had closed the door, I locked it, and got myself undressed, but a
terrible screeching was heard and I turned around to notice Dolores holding my
door open. The lock had been broken by a simple turn of her wrist! And I was
standing in front of her in my birthday suit, my pecker standing at full
attention, all 9 inches bouncing in front of the object of my lust. "Is that
for me, big boy? Don't worry sweetie, we're alone, I sent everyone out for a
while so you and me can be alone, you see, I control your whole family, well
me and your Grandma do." I was astonished, and with a peep I asked "How?" She
giggled a little more and said "With these, big boy!" With a quick double
biceps pose her formerly loose sweater inflated with muscle until finally it
could take no more, and burst from her body, it was an incredible sight to
behold, a body that didn't look out of place at a male professional
bodybuilding event on the body of a 4'11, 75 year old lady. "Yeah, I knew you
loved big, strong, muscular women, I saw your erection when I was shaking your
hand and you were watching the muscles ripple on my forearm. Don't worry
sweetie, even your dad and brother couldn't keep their composure the first
time I showed them my body, they came so hard they passed out, I'm surprised
you haven't yet as well, but I'm betting you're waiting to see how strong I
really am, am I right?" I nodded speechlessly, my throat was numb with
anticipation of finding out how strong my new 75 year old mistress was. She
came over and put her two hands on my butt cheeks and signaled me to put my
legs around her waist, I did and she held me off the ground with one hand now,
while she was flexing her other for me to feel up. I looked at her face to
gage the ease in which she was lifting me, she was calm, smiling at me,
showing complete control despite the fact I weigh 320 pounds and she was the
first woman that has been able to lift me since I was in 4th grade. "Am I
heavy for you mistress Dolores?" She laughed and said "Don't call me Mistress,
just Dolores baby, I'm not a dominatrix, I just like to give pleasure, and
take a little myself from time to time, but there's no need to be afraid of
me, I just want to make all your dreams come true. You're not heavy at all,
baby, I could hold you like this all day if you wanted, but I'm sure you would
like to see me do other lifts, am I right?" I nodded excitedly, saying "Please
show me how strong you are Dolores, you're the first woman whose been able to
lift me, do you think you could press me above your head?" She said "Well,
first let's go into the front room, the ceiling is much higher in there, and
we can do a whole lot more lifts."

My 75 year old lover carried me down the stairs into the much more spacious
living room, she walked as easily as if there wasn't a 320 pound man who was
about twice the size of her body hanging off of her. I had nearly forgot that
we were both naked, but then again, I didn't really care, I was stuck in a
dream that I didn't want to wake up from. She set me down and asked, "Okay
baby, ready for your overhead lift?" I said "Yeah, baby, I'm ready if you
are." She laughed and said "Do you want it with one hand or two hands?" I was
shocked, I mean I knew she was strong, but didn't possibly think she could be
strong enough to lift me overhead with one hand! I went "Well, lets start with
two and when you're ready, you can go to one hand, if you think you can do
it." She laughed real hard at that, "Okay honey, whatever you say, two hands
it is." She bent down a little, not so far really, since I had a significant
height advantage over her, she placed one hand on the inside of my left thigh
and another one on the center of my chest and without even grunting or
anything, I was lifted straight over her head and held there with absolute
ease. Then she started pressing me up and down as though I weighed nothing to
her, she stopped at 50 reps and said, "Well, you ready for the one-handed
lift, sweetie, cause here it comes." She started working her hands inward
until both were right on my stomach, where she took a handhold of my generous
folds of flab and took her left hand off, she held me with just her right hand
over her head, now, and I could tell it was quite easy for her. Let me paint
you a picture of that, this woman, only 4'10 inches, who probably weighed at
most, 180 pounds, though all of it was completely muscle, lifted a man who
weighed at least 140 pounds more than she did over her head, using only one
hand, like he was nothing but a pillow. She gently lowered me onto a couch and
proceeded to kiss me like I've never been kissed before, it was so passionate,
I can't describe how it felt to be French kissing a woman 46 years my elder,
even her tongue had muscle and strength well beyond normal, as it completely
dominated my mouth, inside and out.

We made love there, it was quick, because we heard someone walking up the
steps, Dolores looked and let out a deep breath, "Don't worry, Jeremy, its
only your Grandma, I told her to come back early so she could show you her
secret." I thought to myself, secret, what secret was that? Dolores let my
grandmother in and they giggled as they mischievously looked in each other's
eyes. "Grandma, what's going on, what's this secret you have?" My grandmother
came right out with it, "Jeremy, me and Dolores have been together for 6 years
now, and not only as roommates, you see, she's my training partner, and my
lover." With that she grabbed her sweater, shirt and pants and ripped them off
her body in one motion like they were nothing but tissue paper. She revealed a
body that not only rivaled Dolores' but actually surpassed it, she was a
little bit bigger and definitely more ripped than her older friend, without
hesitation she lifted Dolores into a front lift and started French kissing her
like Dolores and me had been only minutes before. Then my grandma put Dolores
down and directed her attention to me, I was staring wide-eyed and open
mouthed, I mean I thought Dolores' muscles were beyond compare, but lo and
behold my own grandmother had a body that put her's to shame! I couldn't help
it, I got aroused, looking at my grandmother standing next to Dolores, and
seeing how much bigger she was comparatively, it was really wild. I knew she
was my own grandma, but come on! She flexed a couple of different poses,
showing off her incredible muscle size and definition, and asked, "Well, dear,
what do you think?" I was speechless for a bit before stuttering out, "My,
grandma, what big muscles you have!" With that we all started laughing and
hugged each other. The End of Part 1

Encounter #2- Cheerleader Tryouts

My good luck carried over (ha! Carried, get it?) when I met my new girlfriend,
Donna, at college, she was 19 years old, I was 21 at the time, about 300
pounds at 5'10 while she weighed 105 pounds at 5'1. The thing was, she was in
gymnastics from the time she was very young, and had built a very solid, very
strong body. It wasn't overly muscular by any means, but it definitely
compared favorably to many fitness models that I had seen. She had noticeable
six pack abs, and veins running over her biceps and forearms. Her breasts were
a C cup, but she hardly need bras since her pectoral and back muscles were
very strong and her breasts were very, very perky. She was auditioning to be
part of the Cheerleader team for the school , it was a physically demanding
sport, but I knew she was strong and tough enough to go for it, I had found
out about her strength many months before, when we first met at a frat party.
There were a couple of drunk guys who were slightly abusive to a larger girl
who apparently was Donna's best friend, I got myself involved in the
situation, being fat myself I felt I needed to stick up for her, even if she
didn't need or want me to. Donna got involved as well, seeing her friend
crying in the corner enraged her and she shoved the one who started it, a
backup linebacker on the football team. It was such a contrast in size, here
was this small girl, like I said 5'1 105 pounds soaking wet standing across
from a guy that was 6'3 and weighed 250 pounds at least, a guy I knew was very
strong from being around the weight room while he was there, benching 585
pounds for 4 reps, so this was no wimp. But he stumbled back from Donna's push
like he was in against the biggest, strongest offensive lineman on the team.
She held her arms up like she was ready to fight, not caring her opponent was
1 foot 2 inches taller and 145 pounds heavier than her, but I recognized the
trouble she was in, even if she did not and I rushed in as fast as I could.
Unfortunately, Jim had already started his swing that was meant for Donna and
caught me with a knockout blow that sent me to the floor, but I hadn't hit, I
was being held up by two strong arms. The last thing I saw before I blacked
out was Donna's face with a concerned look on her face, then I heard, "Hey you
big jerk, why'd you hit him, he had nothing to do with this."

I woke up a couple minutes later, my head felt like it was run over by a
Brinks truck, and I found I was somehow moving, I opened my eyes and looked up
into the face of Donna. I thought, what the heck is happening here, I looked
around to find I was in her arms, and she was carrying me through the campus
quad. "Whaaa, what's going on? How are you carrying me?" She giggled as she
looked down on my black and blue features, "Ah, you're finally awake, well,
I'll tell you this, you're quite light to me, I've been lifting weights since
I was 7 years old, and doing gymnastics since I was 4, so I was naturally
strong for the past 15 years." She started swinging me from side to side, like
I was nothing but a baby in her arms. "Yeah, my dad became disabled when I was
14, so I used my strength to help him around the house, he weighed 350 pounds,
but I found him quite light as well even then. I guess I'm much stronger than
most men, but you're the only person who's really felt it, well other than
those jerks at the party." I was dumbfounded, I asked her "Well how strong are
you, really?" Once again, she giggled a little and looked down lovingly,
"Well, little man, I guess you're going to see when we get back to my
apartment, for now, let's just say that the World's Strongest man would need
the assistance of two or three of his strongest friends to take me in an
armwrestling match, and that's only if I use 50 percent of my full strength
and all three or four use both arms." She laughed some more and said, "I hope
that doesn't scare you?" I said, "No, quite the opposite, Donna, I have always
wanted to meet someone of your strength, someone who could what you are doing
with the ease in which you are doing it, I never thought I'd meet someone like
you in real life, though, I didn't think it was possible, but now that I see
it is real, I'm loving every single second of it, my dear." She smiled widely
and hugged me even tighter to her very nice body, I felt she was quite hard,
but also very voluptuous in some areas, just the way I liked it as well, in
short, with her height, her strength and her body all considered, she was my
perfect woman! I was helplessly, hopelessly in love with this girl, and I
couldn't help myself, I had to kiss her, I drew up to her and kissed her as
best as I knew how, she returned it with passion, looking deep into my eyes
and said "Oh Jeremy, I'm so glad you feel about me the way I feel about you,
let's continue this at home, its only a short way." I was on cloud nine when I
heard that, she was absolutely gorgeous, could have any man on campus and she
chose me, she chose me!

We arrived at her apartment at about 9pm, it was just about that time that I
realized I was knocked out at 8:30 PM, so in reality, this girl, only 5'1 and
weighing in at 105 pounds was carrying my 300 pounds for nearly half an hour,
without showing any signs of effort or strain whatsoever. She said "I live
here with two other girls, but I have my own room, don't worry, these girls
know of my strength also and know that I shouldn't be disturbed, my room is
also where my weights are set up, luckily its on the first floor which are
reinforced with a ton of concrete, otherwise, the floors would be all full of
holes from all of my heavy weights." I must say, I was more excited then ever
to see how strong Donna was, but I was already quite excited knowing I had
found the woman I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, she didn't need
to do much more to impress me, I was already taken with her strength, looks,
and personality. But of course, seeing how much iron she could throw around
was a plus that I couldn't pass up. She carried me to her room, seamlessly
switching me to one arm to open up her doorknob, her one arm still holding me
with abject ease. She set me down on her bed, her face showing more lust than
affection at this point, and picked up two huge looking dumbbells, I read the
numbers on the side and was amazed to find they weighed 250 pounds a piece,
she started curling them like they didn't weigh an ounce, she finished after
50 reps per arm and set them down without even letting out any sign that she
had lifted them in the first place. Next she went over to a enormous barbell,
it had to weigh even more than what I saw Jim, the linebacker benching in the
weight room earlier this week, I saw 7 45 plates on each side of the bar, plus
2 25 pound plates on each side as well, in total, this awesome woman was
attempting to curl 775 pounds, that is what only the strongest men in the
World can bench, but this 19 year old girl was in the process of curling it!
She took the bar in both hands and brought it up slowly to her chest, she
brought it steadily down and brought it back up again, she repeated the
process until she finished 25 reps. I couldn't believe it, here was a small
girl, who while she looked strong, didn't look even a little bit as strong as
she showed now, curling well over 7 times her own bodyweight! "Now let's max
this thing out!" She said with an excited look on her face and in her voice,
she took off the 25s and put on 3 45 pound plates on each side, the total
weight was now 945 pounds, then she just for the heck of it put a 25 and a 2
and a half on each side to round it up to a half ton! 1000 pounds was now on
the bar, and this 105 pound lady took the bar, which was bending low, almost
to the floor, and brought it up to her chest, although this time it took some
strain, I couldn't believe my eyes, this weight was almost 10 times my new
girlfriends weight, but she didn't care, all she wanted to do was impress me,
and it worked! I was so amazed, I couldn't stand it anymore and released in my
pants so hard that my brain shut down and I fell unconscious.

I awoke to the sound of crying, Donna had picked me up off the bed and cradled
me in her arms again, trying to wake me up with her gentle kisses all over my
face, but after a while I wouldn't wake up and she became despondent, so she
started walking around the apartment, me in her arms, not even registering
that I weighed 3 times what she did, her first thought was to make sure I was
completely okay. When I did wake, I looked up into Donna's face and said,
"Donna, I'm okay, I was just so shocked that my brain couldn't handle what I
was seeing and shut down, I'm completely okay now." She smiled down at me, and
switched me to one arm again, wiping away her tears with the other. "I'm so
glad you're alright, Jeremy, you scared me, I thought I had lost you, or you
were in a coma, you've been out for a very long time." She started choking up
again, I nodded and asked "How long have I been out, Donna, and how long have
you been carrying me around?" She wiped some more tears as she put me down on
the couch with her other arm. "Well, you went out 42 minutes ago, and I've had
you in my arms every minute since then, trying to wake you up." I was amazed
again, and said, "Well, don't worry anymore, I'll try never to do that again,
but you shouldn't wear yourself out carrying me, I weigh almost three times
your weight, it has to be tiring, doesn't it?" She laughed, the first signs of
merriment on her face since I woke up, "No, Jeremy, you're no burden at all,
it is said that a woman in love has the strength of thousands, but even at my
natural strength level, you wouldn't be a real strain to carry, even for my
weak hand, here let me show you." She reached down between my thighs and took
her crotch in her hand, she said "Put your hands on my shoulders, for
balance." I did instantly and she straightened up, holding my body at arms
length in front of her, on one hand by my groinal region. "Wow, Donna, you
never cease to amaze me, but why do you love me so much? I mean I'm nowhere
near the most handsome or athletic guy, but it seems you want me just as much
as I want you." She set me down and took me hands, looking me in the eye
seriously, "First of all, Jeremy, don't put yourself down like that, you're
very handsome, but more than that, you're a good person, I saw how you were
helping my friend out at the party, how you stood up to those bullies, that
showed me what kind of man you are, its the kind of man I want, I don't want a
jock, I want a regular guy who would be willing to do anything for his true
love, and I think you're that kind of guy, and I love you for it." I was crazy
in love with this woman now, I stroked her face and responded with the most
romantic words I could, I can't hardly repeat them here because they're very
personal and came from the heart, but Donna melted into my arms, crying in joy
and relief, showing that she was just as gentle and vulnerable as she was
strong.

Weeks later, Donna ran into the room we now shared, running up to me and
lifting me in a tight bearhug, twirling me around like I was a favorite teddy
bear of hers. "I got in, Jeremy, they made me a cheerleader, I'm so happy!"
She set me down and I lifted her up, although it was much more of an effort
than it was for her to lift me. "That's great, Donna, I knew they would,
you're one of the most fantastic women in the World, one of the best looking
as well, they would have to be absolutely blind to see all of your great
qualities." I asked her, "Did they ask you to do any lifting?" She said "Yeah,
but only standard stuff, one girl with both hands, it was so easy, I could
have held up 2 girls per arm, no problem, but it was enough to impress them
into giving me the job, I guess." I put her down and kissed her passionately,
"We have got to celebrate, I'm taking you out tonight, wherever you want,
whatever you want to do, nothing is too good for my baby!" She returned my
kiss and laughed "I only want to be with you my stud, whatever you want to do
is fine with me." With that we sat in each other arms, and I pondered my
future with my perfect woman. The End.... for now