Super Mother and Daughter

			  By Charles Peterson

			      Chapter One

		     Linda discovers her strength


	I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on her.  "That woman
	has it," I thought to myself.  "She has potential for more,
	too."

	It wasn't just her huge breasts.  At least sixty inches and
	counting.  Or her large frame, although that was part of it.  I
	could tell, by looking at her large, obviously strong arms and
	legs.  They were not fat and jiggly, like some plumpers.  They
	were large and obviously strong.  She was obviously not a
	bodybuilder.  But I could tell if she were to ever try, she
	could dwarf ordinary women and men.

	I had this theory that at one time, women used to regularly
	stronger than men.  To reverse this effect, evolution favored a
	shift in hormones that gave them a disadvantage.  But
	occasionally, you find women with male strength hormones.
	Their strength potential is unlimited.  And Linda clear had
	this, as was indicated by her large short neck--just like a
	man's.

	It seemed unlikely, since I was rather shy, but I walked right
	up and started talking to her and her friend.  Before I knew
	it, we had set a date.  I was worried that she would back out,
	but she didn't.

	After we had been dating a while, I told her about my fantasy.
	"I can understand why you like my large breasts.  Most men do.
	But weightlifting?  That's not feminine."

	I insisted that she try it some time.  After we had been living
	together a while, I brought the subject up again.  She was looking
	for some way to accelerate my interest now.  She agreed to it
	this time.

	One night I brought home a new weight set, along with a sexy
	night shirt and a large diamond ring.  "You don't have to try
	it.  But you know how much it would turn me on."  That night we
	worked out together.  I spent most of my time coaching her.  I
	had worked out with weights before, and knew it was slow going
	for me.  After several months of intensive training, I had
	increased my biceps by an inch.  I encouraged her to lift more
	than I could.  I could see she didn't want to, although she
	clearly could.  Eventually, she gave in.  That first night, she
	was curling 100 pounds and benching 150, more than I had ever
	done.  We were both sore the next morning, and I was afraid I
	had pushed her to far.  But her arms had clearly grown.  She
	was impressed by how excited it had made me.

	So, she worked at it some more.  Before long, I had to buy more
	weights.  She was benching 250 easily.

	By the end of the first month, I had assembled an entire gym.
	I would come home, and she had already started working out.  I
	encouraged her in doing this, and frequently brought home
	presents.  We would then work out a while longer, and then
	start working out on each other.  I made the bench press bench
	large and comfortable so I could lay on her while she was
	benching and start playing with her nipples.  I devised a
	remote control system so I could increase the weight as we were
	going.  In the heat of passion her strength would increase
	measurably.  By the second month she was benching 400 pounds.

	With all this exercise, Linda would occasionally lose weight.
	I encourage her to eat as much as she could, both to fuel her
	ever increasing musculature, and to maintain (and even enhance)
	her assets elsewhere.  So she was definitely not loosing weight
	overall.  As she was benching 400 pounds, her weight had
	increased too, from 250 when I met her to about 375, and
	growing daily.

	At first she was worried about her clothes.  This was where I
	tried to assuage her fears the most.  I spent a fortune on new
	clothes.  She had burst that sexy night shirt after a month,
	and was trying to get by patching things.  I didn't want her to
	lose any time for exercising, so I hired a seamstress.  It
	wasn't easy, because we were both shy of admitting her huge
	growth to anyone else.  Finally, I found a 300 pound woman who
	did excellent work.  I hired her full time.

	It was indeed a full time job.  Special shirts and brassieres
	had to be made.  All the new clothes were designed for further
	expansion, but it wasn't long before completely new ones were
	needed anyway.  This was a very good move, because now she felt
	free to eat as much as she wanted to.  She wasn't worried about
	busting clothing; she even delighted in it now because she got
	better and better things all the time.

	At 375, Linda's breasts measured a full 80 inches.  Almost all
	of that increase was muscle, the huge muscles that had already
	made her the world's strongest Woman.  A far cry from the
	"fatty weakling" she thought she was when I met her.

	But there were other problems.  Even though she had a big one
	ton pickup when I met her, it was becoming impossible for her
	to get into it.  I bought a UPS delivery truck, added doors and
	increased the size of the back so she could walk in.  And added
	a massive 8 liter supercharged engine.  Still, she let me do
	most of the driving.  In fact, she was rather shy about going
	out at all, so I did all the shopping, errands, etc.  About the
	only places we went were to the park and the beach.  And she
	never wore a swimsuit, except around our pool.

	Also, it was getting very difficult to get through the
	doorways.  After one workout, she busted off the jambs of one
	door.  I hired a contractor to rebuild the house for a really
	huge person.  She was somewhat embarassed at first at having 5
	foot double doors everywhere.  But I could also see how
	relieved she was.  And a special bathroom was built.  Not to
	mention a special reinforced bed.

	All these improvements meant she was now free to grow to
	enormous proportions.  And that's what she did.  By the sixth
	month, she weighed over 600 pounds.  That would be a lot of
	weight for an eight foot man.  It was unbelievable for a 5'6"
	woman.  Actually, her muscles had made her gain a couple of
	inches in height, so she was now 5'8", a couple inches taller
	than me.

	She had become unbelievable.  At first, we though she would
	enter the Olympics, or a weight lifting contest.  But what
	would be the point.  Even if she could get through all the
	doors, would they even have weights big enough?  I had built
	special hydraulic equipment for her to work with.  She was
	benching 1500 pounds.  In fact, she could curl and do many
	other lifts with 1500.  She could deadlift 3000 pounds, and had
	no difficulty lifting up the average car with one hand.

	At that time, though, we both agreed that she should get off
	the massive weight gain routine.  It was just getting to be too
	much.  She could still exercise, but not eat the huge amounts
	that fueled such enormous growth of muscles (thanks to her
	strength hormones).  She could hardly bend her arms 90 degrees,
	and just getting around was becoming a problem (even though she
	could easily bust anything that got in her way).

	Then, we made a discovery.  In spite of not gaining more
	weight, her strength continued to increase.  Because of this,
	we permitted a small, gradual growth in weight as we could
	handle it.

	The results were staggering.  After two years, she had gained
	only 100 more pounds, to a total of 700, but her strength had
	doubled.  She was bench pressing 3000 pounds, and deadlifting
	10,000.  She was clearly the strongest human the world had ever
	seen.  I had to build even more powerful hydraulic systems just
	for her to exercise with, with structural steel components a
	couple of inches thick.  

	Her biceps measured 38 inches around, and though she could
	still only bend her arms 90 degrees, we had learned to deal
	with this.  She had special things like long silverware and
	an 18" toothbrush.  I liked to invent and design things to make
	her life easier.