Young and powerful
By Dr. Funkenstein

The tenant was late, the usual shit. Rent in arrears and I had to collect. I
showed up at six, which is a good time to catch people off-guard. It
wasn't that I enjoyed hassling, but money is money and I have bills to
pay. I pulled the Falcon up to the driveway and got out. I had the eviction
notice in my hand and was ready with the staple gun when the door
opened. I looked up into the eyes of a dark-haired girl who was maybe
six-three. Beefy in her sweats, but pretty in a jock sort of way. Her chest
said "WESTERN."

"May I help you?" A deep voice, but I expected that from a girl her size.
"I'm looking for Shiela. Rent's two weeks overdue."
She grimaced, exposing dimples in her pretty face. "Sorry, mister. Not
here. Come back in the morning. She may be back."
 She started closing the door, but I jammed my foot in.
"Look," I said, "I've got an evict notice here. You close that door and you
just made a decision for her."
Her gray eyes narrowed for a moment. Then, she opened the door.
"Come in, I guess. She ain't been here a couple of days. I'm her daughter.
My name's Darla."
"I'm Don James. She's always been late, but two weeks is two weeks. I
got bills."
She walked over to the couch and sat down. I treid not to look at her big
ass as she passed in front of me. I've always had a thing for big women,
and she was big. Her thighs stretched out her sweats pretty good.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. James. Sorry about this."
"Well, it's you who'll be doing without after I post this notice. Rent's
rent."
She noticed my stare, I guess., because then she stood up and stretched
her long arms. Then she smiled.
"Do you like big girls, Don? " She flexed her arms and bulged out the
slevees until they were drum-tight. " cause I think do. I think you like
women with muscles."
She pulled her top over her head, exposing a hard, muscular body much
bigger than my own. Her abdominal muscles stood out in sharp relief
under her small breasts. Large, corded arms were highly defined and
changed shape at the slightest movement.
I stammered. Young muscle was my secret fetish. "Gee, I thought you
were fat."
"Does this look like fat, Don?" She flexed her bicep. I jutted into a sharp
peak. I looked at the muscles in her torso layering like shingles into a tiny
waist. He chest was seperated by a clean divide of solid pec deveolpment.
"Maybe we can work something out."


I couldn't beleieve it. Her skin was pale, but glowed with health.
Whenever she inhaled her chest expanded, exposing veins on her ripped
abdomen. The striations of her giant shoulders made them look like
tightly-balled baling wire cover in thin skin. Catlike, she slid off her
sweatpants, standing unashamedly naked before me. Her chisled legs 
were even more muscular that her torso. She was magnificent. 
Breathtaking.

"Kinda freaky, huh Don?" She bent foreward, placed her hands on the
carpet and exteneded into a handstand. The muscles of her huge lats slid
and bulged. Her lower back looked like thick cables tapering into a
cannonball ass. Her gigantic calves jutted like chisled granite. 
She began to do handstand pushups, speaking effortlessly as she moved 
her mammoth body up and down.
"I've only been training for a year. I'm four times as strong as the
strongest boy at school. The coach couldn't believe it when I benched
four hundred my first time in the gym." Adroitly, she hand-walked in a
tight circle until she was facing me. Then she canted her splendid body
slightly to the side and proceeded to continue her pushups one-handed. 
The torso muscles stood out in sharp relief, hard and defined.
Her massive arms were becoming huge,  veins standing on
veins, biceps exploding into softball-sized peaks.

"I was too big for gymnasics, so I thought I'd go out for wrestling.
Trouble is I don't know my own strength." She bent her arms and pushed
off, arcing through the air. In full control, she landed in front of me. The
floor shook with her weight. She was only inches from me and her smell
hung in the air like steam. "Put a boy in the hospital. I grabbed his arm
and crushed it like a banana. You got a quarter?"
I was covered in sweat, beside myself with desire. I fumbled in my pocket
and extracted a coin. It was a nickel.
"This'll have to do. Watch." She held the nickel in front of me and folded
it in half with her thumb and forefinger. Like it was foil, I thought.
"Jesus, Darla."

She smiled again. "I know, huh. I'm a freak. When I was four I could tear
the yellow pages in half. Mom says I got a great-grandpa who was the
same way. He was a circus strongman. He'd bend railroad spikes with his
hands." She went to the fireplace and picked up the poker. "Watch this
one." Easily, she bent the metal rod into a circle. She flipped it carelessly 
aside and walked over to me. She stood about two inches from me and I 
looked squarely into her throat. Her musky smell was overpowering.
"Go ahead, Don. Touch my body."

I reached out my hand and tremblingly caressed her shoulder. It was as 
big and hard as a bowling ball, and  warm. Groaning, I embraced her bulk, 
pressing my swollen crotch into her granite thighs. Her large hands 
grabbed my butt and hoisted me effortlessly into the air. She walked to 
the couch, grasped my arms with her huge hands and held me out in front 
of her as though inspecting a garment. My feet were several inches from 
the floor. I stared at the straited canyon seperating her massive pecs. 
"You know, Don, I don't want to wrestle you. I'll kill you if I do."
I was in no postion to disagree with her, although the idea of grappling 
with her was driving my insane. "No. I've got a better idea. First, though, I 
want six months' rent here free."

"What? You're out of your mind! I can't do that!"
Her eyes darkened and she slammed me into the couch, hard. Immediately 
she was on me, heavy and perspiring. I tried to flail my arms, but she 
effortlessly caught them and forced them above my head with one easy 
hand. She edged up until her giant, cut legs were on my shoulders. 
Looking up at her was like standing under a statue of Atlas, except atop 
this classic physique was a beautiful, angry face. "You don't get it, do you 
Don? I'm making you a fantastic offer here." She reached back and began 
massaging my straining bulge. "You think offers like this come along 
every day? I can give you freakshow sex like you never dreamed of. "
Her legs slid down and cinched my waist. She put her hands down and 
went into another handstand, except this time she was holding me 
upside-down between her legs. "It wouldn't be good if you make me mad 
either, but yoiu know that." She smiled sweetly and released me. As I 
collapsed on the floor she sprang onto me and grabbed my head, pulling 
it toward her face. She kissed me passionately and I lost control, my 
hands moving up and down her statue-like body. The muscles were 
springy like rubber when relaxed, but quickly became hard as wood when 
she flexed them. She reached down to my levis and ripped them 
completely in half.
"Oops." She smiled. "Guess you'll have to stay now."

And so it went for almost two years. I saw Darla three or four times week
and she never paid a dime of rent. The astounding sex just became more
and more intense as the months passed. Her unbelievable strength was
exceeded only by her sexual appetite. I was exhausted most of the time,
my work suffered...but it was worth it. The number of sexual positions we
attained seemed numberless. Darla would hold me suspended in the air
with one had for thirty minutes at a time without tiring, leaving her other
hand free to make its own mayhem. Cuddling up with her was akin to
sleeping with a superheated statue. I never tired of running my hands
along her dense and chisled body, resting my fingers in the seperations of
her abs, the muscles rising like fingers of stone. Her enormous chest
would expand and contract with her deep sleep.At dawn, she'd awake
fully rested and go for a long run with me driving next to her. She'd go
ten or twelve miles in sixty minutes and not seem at all winded.

Watching her ripped legs eat up the pavement was always arousing, so
we'd head beck for even more sex. It was too good to last.
The troubles began as Darla continued to grow. By her eighteenth
birthday, she was six-five and weighed three hundred and twenty pounds.
Her arms, always huge, were now ridiculous. Pumped, they measured
more than twenty inches around. Finding clothes was a problem, as she
had a tendency to split the legs and arms of the baggiest clothes. I could
no longer get my hands to meet behind her back when we embraced.
Always lean, she now appeared to have no skin at all. The fibres and
cable-like veins of her huge muscles stood out at her slightest movement.

And as large as she was, she was much stronger than she looked. I once
saw her overturn a parked Buick as easily as I would turn a mattress, and
it was common for her to crush golf balls in her hands. Once, when we
were shopping for tires, she picked up a big radial and twisted it into a
figure-eight. She could do one-handed pullups all day, and I saw her
punch a large hole in a brick wall with her fist. These are just a few
examples. The problem was that this girl had a temper and wasn't
particlarly smart. I was called into her school one afternoon because she
had taken offense to the cracks a couple of high-school boys had directed
at her. She had apparently walked up to the young men, grabbed them by
their collars and slammed them together with such force that their
combined hospital time totalled two months. When the principal
threatened to call the police she took the phone receiver from his hands
and snapped it in half. She didn't go to school again after that, which
meant more time for me. Unfortunately, more time with Darla was the last
thing I wanted. I just couldn't find a safe way to tell her.