Training Continues
by Musclehead



Barbara had been training the females in her family for about a month and a
half now. Mary was progressing well. She already had a good fitness level and
foundation of strength due to her non-stop farm work, but sometimes that kind
of work does as much to break one down as well as making a body stronger.
Barbara was making sure that Mary did less around the farm now that young Al
was working there. She still worked, a lot quite frankly, but not to the point
of exhaustion.

She was also on a high protein diet, shakes from the local health food store,
more fish, lots of eggs, as well as creatine. In those six weeks, Mary had
gained eight lbs., all muscle. Her muscles were starting to get that full,
rounded, sexy look that she was hoping for. She had no doubt that she was
stronger than Mike at this point. He had seen the writing on the wall and had
decided to start working out and Barbara, good natured as she was had offered
to help him. After all, he was behaving himself. No lectures on stifling
religious dogma, no nonsense about men being superior and in charge.

They didn't worry about him getting stronger than any of them. First of all,
Barbara and Hannah were so far ahead of him that he'd never catch up. Mary was
stronger than him from all the farm work, and Barbara was not showing him all
the finer points of training that would make all the females in the house so
superior to the average person, of which Mike was one. But also, not to be
discounted, it was obvious that the girls' genetic gifts were passed on to
them through their mother, and even Kim, (she didn't want to be called Kimmie
any more) was destined to pass her father in the strength and athleticism
department.

Mary had really come into her own over the last six weeks. It was kind of odd
the way the daughters were helping the mother come out of her shell, but
Barbara had had help from Tamara, Pam and Jill, seeing the light. Hannah took
it upon herself due to her rebellious nature. She had been pretty much doing
her own thing for a while, just hiding it well. Back to Mary. She was becoming
more assertive with Mike and something in the back of his mind told him not to
rock the boat. There was the ever present threat of Barbara or Hannah dealing
out their brand of justice if they felt that Mike was giving Mary a hard time,
but he also had this feeling that he didn't want to mess with Mary either.

She knew he was feeling this way. She still loved him even though she knew he
was an uptight fool. Her newfound strength and her improved look was stirring
feelings long pushed into the background when she knew that gratification was
not going to happen. But that was then, this is now. One summer evening she
came to the bedroom wearing her new short shorts and sports bra after a
workout. Her muscles were full and beautiful. She hoped that the father of her
beautiful daughters would respond. He did not. Mary was not happy, so she went
to take a shower while the foolish man lay in bed, rigid as always.

Mary went into the master bath, left the door open on purpose and got in the
shower. "Well, if he can't enjoy the new beauty of my body, I know someone who
can," she thought to herself. She proceeded to masturbate, moaning loudly as
she came. Mike appeared at the bathroom door.

"The lord says that that is a sin."

"Well, since you haven't noticed my new hard earned physical beauty, I've had
to take matters into my own hands, literally. If you don't want me to do this,
why don't you come in here and try to stop me." As she heard him shuffle off
back to bed she realized that he really didn't want to mess with her. She
stuck her finger deep into her pussy, thinking about that fact, making even
more of a loud fuss so that Mike couldn't miss the fact that she was doing it
again. As she settled down, she had another thought. "That young farmhand, Al,
is very attractive."

Hannah's training was going well, at least from Barbara's point of view.
Hannah knew that her strength would have been considered way above average if
she was a 180 lb. well trained college athlete. But she hadn't caught up to
Barbara and she clearly didn't have that frightening intensity that she had
shown when fighting. Barbara had an idea. "Hannah, can Mark work out with us
today?"

"I guess so. Do you think we'll have enough room in there?"

"Yeah, we can make it work. I gotta go to work today, Mark, too. We have 3
deliveries to make. The boss said sales are up since I started working there.
He also said we should wear Khaki shorts and tanktops as our uniforms since it
was so hot. But you and I know that he's probably thinking we'll generate even
more sales with a different kind of hotness. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do. So when do you think you'll be here?"

"Around five. See ya later."

Hannah could sense something churning inside her, something different today.
She was full of restless energy. What to do with herself all day? She decided
to go do some farm work after breakfast. When she got out to the barn, Mary
and Al, the farmhand, were getting ready to go make hay. Making hay is hard
work, especially since skinflint Mike wouldn't buy some of the equipment that
would make it less labor intensive. There's an attachment that goes onto the
back of a baler that throws the bales into the trailing wagon. Mike wouldn't
buy that attachment, so the bales would drop to the ground, and then have to
be picked up and thrown onto the wagon. A second tractor is required for the
wagon and an extra person, so Mike's thinking was flawed at best.

Mary drove the tractor with the baler attached and Hannah drove the second
tractor while Al was on the ground throwing the bales, each weighing about
50-60 lbs., into the wagon. This was definitely the hardest job. They had
started around 8:00 to get a good deal of the work done before it got too hot.
By 9:00 it was obvious that Al needed a break. They stopped and took a break
getting some water, sitting under a tree to get out of the sun for a few
minutes. Kim had shown up with a third tractor and a second wagon. They
switched off and Al headed back to the barn on the tractor with the full wagon
while Hannah started on the ground throwing bales up into the empty wagon that
Kim had brought.

Al unhooked the wagon at the barn and went to hook up another empty one. He
skillfully backed up the tractor, not easy to do because you can't see the
tongue on the wagon or the hitch on the tractor and you have to be very
accurate so that you can pick the tongue up and hook it to the tractor hitch.
In the meantime Hannah had the second wagon half filled by the time Al got
back to the field. He parked the tractor and jumped down to help Hannah, but
by the time they finished filling the wagon, his ass was dragging again.
Everyone took a break, except Hannah, who took Kim's place on the tractor and
headed back to the barn to get the last empty. She also wanted to change,
saying her jeans and long sleeve shirt were getting too hot. While she was at
the house, she put on her bikini and then pulled some short cutoffs on over
her suit bottom.

Her skill at getting the tractor backed up accurately to the wagon was not
very good. She made several attempts, each time, she'd jump off the tractor
and when she'd walk around to the back and the end of the tongue would be two
or three feet from the hitch. After her third attempt, she could feel her
anger rising and she just grabbed the tongue and pulled the wagon to the
tractor, something Al and Mike together couldn't do when they tried a couple
weeks before.

"Hannah, you're too uncovered."

"Those other clothes were too hot. Besides, Al's seen me before.."

"That's not what I'm worried about. Those hay bales will tear you skin up by
the end of the day."

"Then I'll just have to hold them away from my body." And she did hold them
away from her body, all afternoon. Al had gotten in much stronger and in much
better shape in the month and a half since he had started working at the farm,
but he simple could not keep up with Hannah. Later in the afternoon, Al was
missing sometimes in throwing the bales onto the wagon. Not good. They would
hit the edge then fall off, sometimes busting open. Mary traded places with
him and she helped Hannah, who was still going strong after 6 hours in the hot
sun. Mary was astounded that Hannah was still throwing the bales almost to the
back of the wagon, making it pretty much unnecessary to climb up and shift
things towards the back.

Kim wanted to help, but was not quite there yet. She would be by the end of
the summer. They finished the large field they were working on at four-thirty
and called it a day. Even though Hannah had continued to hold the bales at
arm's length even as she was throwing them ten to fifteen feet each time, her
arms were covered in scrapes and welts, though her legs and bare hard midriff
were virtually untouched. Mary told Al he would get paid till five but could
call it a day. "Anyone for a dip in the pond?" asked Kim. They all decided at
once, Mary included, that that would be a great idea.

Mary had to go to the house to change, as did Al. He had a locker in the barn.
Kim had a suit on under her work clothes. Kim had gotten a bikini also, and
why not. Plenty of sixth grade girls wore bikinis. Kim's body was starting to
show the benefits of the training that she was doing with Barbara. All Hannah
had to do was take off her sneakers and cutoffs, which she had just finished
doing by the time Al had gotten back. She noticed that he seemed to have a lot
more energy now that he had a chance to go swimming with her. As she took off
her shorts and her tight bikini bottoms hugging her muscular ass, Al got a
boner and quickly dove in the water before anyone noticed.

Hannah and Kim jumped in and were talking and giggling amongst themselves.
"What's so funny," Al wanted to know.

"It's okay, Al, I know you like my muscles. I see you stealing glances at me
all the time. I don't mind." Just then Mary got down to the pond and pulled
off her coverup. She had a new bikini on underneath, modest by the girl's
standards, but still showing lots of skin. "Mom, you look great." Indeed she
did. Her muscles were filling out nicely and showing some feminine curves.
Those breasts that had nurtured three daughters were standing proud due to
lots of emphasis on decline presses, which helped to lift and support them.
Her body looked like that of a very fit woman in her mid to late twenties, not
forties.

The cold water had reduced Al's erection, but when he turned and saw Mary
standing at the edge of the pond, he realized for the first time, that he was
attracted to older women. His erection returned in full force as Mary
gracefully dove in and swam towards the group. As she came up and stood it
became clear that the cold water had made something else erect as well. Al
almost didn't notice Hannah swimming away from the group and heading towards
the shore. "Where are you going, Hannah?" asked Mary.

"Workout time."

"Haven't you had an all day workout?"

"Yeah, that was a good warmup." They all just stared at her. "Just kidding. I
can feel in my upper back and biceps that I've done a lot today. But that's
all the reason to push on. Barb's expecting me." With that, she walked out of
the water and left, all eyes on her perfect physique as she took off at full
run, heading towards the house.

When she was out of sight, the silence was finally broken. "She is so awesome,
Mom. I need to get that attitude if I'm ever going to get anywhere near her
level of superiority. I'm gonna go workout too." Then she left, her sturdy
body not as impressive as Hannah, but certainly not what one would ever
believe was the body of a sixth grader. With her gone, Mary glanced over at
Al, who was clearly in a daze, all this female muscle all around him.

"You are all so amazing. It must be the farmwork."

"Oh, Al, you are so naive. Certainly that's part of it. But, I think genetics
plays a huge role, and Barbara has learned from some friends of hers some very
special training techniques. I did farm work for years, and certainly got
strong. But I've almost doubled my strength in less than two months thanks to
Barbara. Hannah was already at a level that few can even comprehend for a girl
her size and age, so her increases haven't been as dramatic as mine.

"How strong are you, Mrs. Glaser?"

"Call me Mary. Well,?..do you think I'm stronger than you?"

"Well, it's obvious that Hannah is. You look really strong, but you know, I've
also gotten stronger with all the farmwork." Mary moved closer to Al until
they were standing face to face.

"I've noticed. I can see that you're handling the hard work better. And you
look a lot stronger?..So,??do you think you're stronger than me." Mary was so
close now that her breasts were touching his stomach, as she was only five-two
to his five-ten. She took his hands in hers and slowly but surely pushed them
down and around his back, holding them there even though he was trying to
resist. She looked him in the eye. She could feel his erection growing again,
against her hard body, in spite of the cold water. "I was going to ask you if
you found me attractive, but you've already answered that question." Mary
started licking his nipples and rubbing her muscular thigh against his boner.
Al started moaning. Then she broke away.

"Not today, Al. I just wanted to feel you out, so to speak. I want to give my
husband another chance to notice how much my body has improved. But it's nice
to know that you're here,?.and that you seem to like the way I look,?. And the
way my body feels, in spite of our age difference." She turned and waded out
of the pond, taking time toweling off to let Al further absorb how good she
looked and to ponder what it would be like to have sex with a mature woman
that had the body of a very fit twenty-something.

Hannah went to her room and changed her clothes for her workout. She put on a
clean, white tanktop and tied it up so that her abs were showing. Combined
with a pair of short, skin-tight terrycloth shorts, as usual, rolled down like
teenage girls like to do, exposing her awesome devil's horns. Barbara thought
that Hannah's core was the best she had ever seen, even more powerful than
Tamara or Pam, though on a smaller scale. Hannah had forgotten to put on
sunscreen before working in the field all day, so there was a bit of redness
on top of her already deep tan. Her arms, especially her forearms had those
scrapes and welts. The whole visage made her look more like a warrior than a
fourteen year old girl.

When she got up to the weight room, Barbara and Mark were already there and
had started their workout. Mark was finishing a set of pull-ups. "Hey, Hannah,
we just started. Wow, what happened to your arms? Did you make hay without a
longsleeve shirt on?"

"Yeah, it was too hot. Plus I like teasing Al, letting him see all my muscles
at work, rubbing it in that he just can't keep up with me. Seeing my entire
body explode with power when I throw a bale all the way to the back of the
wagon while he's struggling just to get it on the wagon gets me off and
probably drives him crazy."

"Oh, you are so bad?.. Well, warm up, and then work in with us."

"I don't really need to warm up, I've done six or seven hours of throwing
bales into the wagon."

"Didn't you guys trade off?"

"Nah, just once when I took a wagon back to the barn. Mom did some throwing
and Al did. Kim's not quite ready, but I'll bet by the end of the summer, with
your training, she'll be doing it better than Al."

"After all that work, you don't need to work out if you don't want to."

"No, I'm ready."

Barbara took her turn at the bar, cranking out 23 pullups, the same as Mark.
That was a personal best, probably she pushed herself due to Mark being there.
Then it was Hannah's turn. She had never done more than eighteen, like
Barbara, except when the equipment was delivered that day and she had done
some one-armed pull-ups, showing off, (for the guys). "Okay, Hannah, you're
up. Mark did 23 also. That's what he was finishing when you came in."

Hannah went over and positioned herself under the bar, facing the other two.
'Do you need a help up?" offered Mark.

"No, I can jump pretty well." She jumped up with no problem, grabbing the bar,
then widening her grip. She cranked out fifteen pull-ups, then paused and
rested at the bottom. "Gotta make these harder," she said to herself. She
brought her legs forward and did ten "L-pullups" with her legs up. These are
very difficult, and she passed Mark and Barbara while doing them, not to
mention her own personal best. "Harder still," almost whispering, since she
was catching her breath. She arched her back and bent her knees, holding her
legs back, and changing the balance yet again, putting a lot of stress on that
fabulous core from the position, along with the arms and lats from the
pull-ups themselves. She cranked out ten more, every muscle in that powerful
torso exploding in detail. She rested again, this time at the top, keeping her
back arched and her abs pushing forward. She did four more, then hung there,
seemingly finished. Barbara came and stood in front of her, touching Hannah's
rock hard abs which were hot to the touch from her sunburn and her exertion.

"Hannah, that was incredible, way more than you've ever done before, way more
than Mark or I have done." Hannah looked down at her sister, smiled, and with
lightening quickness, wrapped her legs around Barbara's waist, and did another
pullup, taking Barbara along with her and stopping at the top. "Wow," was all
that Barbara could say. Hannah let her down, then dropped to the floor. Mark
just stood there with his mouth open, like he did when he watched Barbara
pressing those ninety pounders the night they wrestle fucked.

Hannah went over to get a drink of water and Barbara said something to Mark
under her breath, "Mark, she's never done that before. She never has that kind
of intensity when it's just her and me. I mean, she's always a little behind
me, which is still awesome, but,?..if we switched positions right now, I don't
think I could do a pull-ups with her weight attached, even fresh, let alone
after thirty-something reps.

"Come on, guys, what's next?" Hannah was ready to keep going.

"Curls. Let's start with alternate dumbbell hammer curls." Mark grabbed a pair
of 45s and Barbara grabbed the forties. Hannah went over and picked up a pair
of thirty-five pounders. Barbara had taught both Mark and Hannah to go slow
and deliberate to total failure. But Hannah was having a hard time going
slowly, maybe due to adrenaline, who knows. Pretty soon she was getting
frustrated. It just didn't seem like enough resistance. Mark and Barbara were
paying attention to their own workouts, and each other, and barely noticing
what was going on with Hannah, so they didn't really pick up on the fact that
at some point she had re-racked the 35s and picked up the 50s. Their attention
was finally drawn to her when they both reached failure, put their dumbbells
back on the rack, and then noticed her grunts.

"My God, Barb, look at her. When did she pick up the fifties?" Hannah's eyes
were shut, she was soaked in sweat and every muscle in her upper body was
pumped to the max, her dark tan serving to highlight all the details. Finally
she reached failure. "Hannah, you're a machine. How many did you do?"

"Oh, I don't know. It doesn't matter, does it, Barb? You said to go till you
couldn't go anymore."

"I know, but you've never been like this when just the two of us work out
together. I mean, pound for pound I think you are equal to me in our other
workouts, but today you're just flat out way beyond me,?. And Mark too."
Hannah blushed, which is difficult when you're dark and burned.

"Barb, don't take this the wrong way. I think it's 'cause of Mark. I mean, I
know he's your guy, it's just that, if there's a boy around, especially doing
the same thing, something in me just wants to do better, and not by a little,
but by a lot. A switch seems to go off. Just like earlier with Al, making hay.
I seem to get more energy and get stronger as time goes on. Just like I told
you that first time we worked out."

"Tamara Syndrome."

"What?"

"We call it Tamara Syndrome. You remember Tamara, your friend Carmen's older
sister."

"Yeah."

"When Tamara is competing against a guy, it gets her aroused that she's so
much stronger, then getting aroused amps up her strength, and then she gets
more aroused that she's gotten stronger, and on and on to the point where, if
she's wrestling or something she can wipe the floor with just about anyone.
Pam saw her destroy two guys at once. They had no chance against her, even two
on one. And they were both wrestlers, too, not just average guys."

"Barb, I'm fourteen. I'm not getting aroused."

"Nonsense."

"Well, maybe I am, but I'm not doing anything. I'm not having sex or
anything."

"Well, I think you got it. Tamara Syndrome, that is. I've got it, ask Mark.
Pam doesn't seem to have it, not that she needs it, she's so fucking strong to
begin with. Jill just goes nuts right from the start, especially if the guy's
a jerk. She tore this guy up the night of the state track meet party. And he
was an athlete who was way bigger than her. Pound for pound, she's the
strongest of us. She's benched double her weight. But she doesn't seem to have
that buildup thing. But you've got it just like me. Probably with the Tamara
Syndrome thing going on, we get stronger than Jill, pound for pound, but it's
hard to calculate.

I think you're just channeling it right now, which is good. You don't need to
be having sex yet at your age. Besides, you know, Tamara got carried away one
time with her boyfriend and she almost hurt him, and he's one of the good
guys. Guys that are jerks could easily wind up in the hospital, so it's good
that you're not doing anything sexual now or you'll have every guy totally
afraid of you, and when the time comes for great sex, there'll be no one left
who's willing to be your partner."

"I guess that's why I went off so much on Dad, 'cause he's such a jerk."

"Yeah, but if I wasn't there to stop you, he'd probably still be in the
hospital six weeks later. And you'd be in jail. So you have to really watch
it. Consider it a gift to be cherished, not abused. When the time comes, find
a guy who's at least close to being as capable as you."

"He doesn't exist." They all laughed. "And if you keep training me, he'll
never exist. What's our next exercise?"

"Let's do some 21s. I'll explain. Using an ez-bar or a straight bar, we do
seven curls starting at the bottom and going half way up, seven more from the
half way point to the top, and finally seven full ones. They're real killers,
they'll totally fry your biceps. But remember, since we always go to failure,
if you have anything left, keep going at the end with full ones. Let's start
with 70 lbs." Mark went first.

During the last seven, he saw clearly slowing down. "You're right, Barb, these
are killers." He made it to the twenty-first rep, paused, then did five more.
"My biceps are burning."

"That was great, Mark. Remember, if you have to rest, doing it at the top is
actually easier than doing it at the bottom. All the way, hanging. Starting
over is yet another killer. My turn." Barbara pretty much did what Mark had
done, except when she rested at the end of twenty-one, she rested at the
bottom like she had said. The pain was etched in her face as she strained to
start over, but she did it, and the rest of her reps were excruciatingly slow.
She finished with one rep more than Mark.

"Sis, what happened to Tamara Syndrome? Aren't you supposed to be all worked
up and smoking his ass?"

"First of all, he's my boyfriend and he's one of the good guys so I'm not
always trying to smoke his ass, as you say.. Second, I know that Tamara, from
what I've been told, can get turned on just by doing more weight than some
guy, probably because she's so over the top sexually, but I need to actually
be wrestling and making physical contact to get the cycle going."

"Well, I don't have that problem. If I'm in the same room with the guy or the
field, whatever, if we're competing in any way, I get going." That said,
Hannah went over and added two ten pound plates to the bar. "Can I amend the
exercise? Make it even harder?"

"Sure." Hannah then doubled everything, 14 halfway up, 14 halfway to top, then
14 full ones. She stopped at the bottom, the heavy 90 lb. bar, hanging, her
biceps as pumped as they could be, huge veins running all the way from her
wrists, up over the fullest part of the biceps, onto the shoulders then
disappearing somewhere in the round, hard delts. She stood there with her eyes
closed, resting, panting.

Mark whispered to Barbara, "She sure looks aroused to me."

"Shhhhh. She also looks arousing. But, I don't want to put any ideas in her
head, so cool it with the arousal stuff. Let's just call it competitiveness."
Just then, Hannah opened her eyes, stared at Mark, with her mouth slightly
open in a sexy pout, and proceeded to do the entire 3 times 14 again. When she
was done, the weight simple fell out of her hands and crashed loudly on the
floor. Hannah collapsed in a heap on the mats. Barbara and Mark rushed over to
her, and turned her over on her back. Her breasts, which were almost as big as
Barbara's were heaving up and down, her abs tightening and relaxing with each
labored breath.

"Hannah, Baby, are you all right?"

Finally, she spoke. "I think my biceps are gonna be real sore tomorrow. Yeah,
I'm alright. I just wanted to see if I could take myself beyond failure, to
total exhaustion. I think I did it. Are we done?"

"You are. Mark and I are gonna do another set of twenty-ones, but you're
finished. Mark, do we want to try them with the 90 lb. bar?"

"Sure. I'll go first." Barbara was kneeling next to Hannah, who was still
lying on her back, her normal breathing resumed. Mark couldn't get to
twenty-one, and as Barbara got up to take her turn, Hannah shuddered, a quiet
moan leaving her lips.

"What was that?" She turned to see Hannah, staring at Mark. She glanced over
at Barbara but said nothing, and just smiled.