Sharleen's Strength
by The Captain



"Sharleen's Strength" - A story by The Captain

Sharleen jerked herself awake and stared wildly about her bedroom. She fumbled
with the table lamp for several moments before she remembered how to turn it
on. Sitting up, her heart pounding, she looked at the face in the mirror. It
was a face that she hadn't seen for over twenty years, herself at age twelve.

She smiled and picked up the small calendar she had always kept by the bed.
There was today's date, October 31st, 1971. Sharleen had returned through time
to the day a gang of high school boys would steal her childhood. But she
wasn't here to avoid that back-alley short-cut. No, Sharleen had come back for
revenge! For over twenty years she had sought a way to pay those four boys
back. She clearly remembered how they followed her, pinned her down, and
stripped her of every thing she had. Four high-school jocks, big and tough,
and ready to show a taller than normal twelve-year-old girl what big strong
men they were.

Sharleen had actually been stronger than most girls her age, but she was no
match for four boys who were older and more physically active. Girls in the
early 70s didn't "work out". It would be several years before the world would
hear of Cammie Lusko or Kay Baxter. As she grew older Sharleen got bigger, and
stronger. Weight lifting came into her life ten years too late. As a
full-grown adult, Sharleen Hester could bench press nearly five hundred
pounds. Her muscular arms could curl one hundred pound dumb-bells. And her
legs were strong enough to almost leg press one full ton. In addition to her
strength, Sharleen had added over ten years of martial arts training.

But then she watched a movie with Rachael McLish on cable late one night. In
one scene Rachael was attacked by a man with a knife. Sharleen felt a strange
thrill as Rachael killed the man, using only the brute strength of her arms to
overpower him. Sharleen held up her arm, laughed, and flexed a more muscular
bicep than any of the MEN in the movie had. Then the idea came to her. It
would be three full years before she discovered the key. She could not come
back in time, which had been her first idea. At least, not in the way she had
first planed. Sharleen had discovered a way to send back in time that which
made up her mind and her "energy". She could pick the day, but she could only
stay for twenty-four hours, midnight to midnight.

Sharleen slipped out of bed and walked to the mirror which hung on the back of
her bedroom door. With a glance towards the window, she took off her pajamas.
For several minutes she strained to flex her muscles, trying to see if her
adult strength had made the journey. And then she felt the heat inside her
muscles. Slowly at first, and then with a sudden massive swelling, her muscles
grew. Sharleen smiled at the sight, every cubic inch of adult muscle now hung
on her younger body. And because she was now nearly six inches shorter, she
looked like the most massively muscular girl to ever live. Her neck was a
column of muscle, thick trapezius muscles sloped down to her broad shoulders,
deltoids were covered with muscles as large as a cantaloupes and her thighs
and calves bulged with power. As a taller adult, her arms were nearly eighteen
inches, but the same muscle mass now gave her arms biceps that were well over
twenty-one inches.

Sharleen relaxed, and was relieved to see that her body returned to "normal"
fairly quickly. She put her pajamas back on and looked around the room for
something heavy to pick up. She had to know how strong she was! After several
minutes Sharleen gave up, she now remembered that even at twelve she had been
strong enough to pick up everything in her bedroom. Turning off the light, she
slipped out of her bedroom and down the stairs. Making her way toward the
front of the house, Sharleen snuck into the garage. She could see her goal in
the light from the streetlight that came through the window. There on the
floor was the remains of one of her older brothers car projects, an engine
block to a 1966 Mustang.

The adult Sharleen Hester could probably pick it up, but the twelve-year-old
Sharleen could never even budge it an inch. This was the test she was looking
for. The metal felt ice cold as she gripped the block. Slowly Sharleen began
to pull upward, as if she were doing a bent-over row. For several seconds,
there was no visible results. And then it moved! It was heavy, it felt heavy.
But there was no strain as she slowly lifted the hundreds of pounds of metal
up and over her head. Sharleen looked at her reflection in the window, there
was no visible muscle on her! Amused at this new turn of events, Sharleen
began to do reps with the engine block. Somehow she was stronger now than as
an adult. Much stronger!

It would take the combined strength of the four boys to even lift this engine
block, but here she was pumping away with military presses as it were her
warm-up weight. Sharleen tried to imagine what their reaction would be to the
sight of a twelve-year-old girl with little visible muscle moving this much
weight so easily. And doing it while wearing her Snoopy pajamas! It took
several hundred reps for Sharleen to work up a sweat. Massive sinews danced
under her glistening skin. She put the block down where it had been, did a
quick "she-hulk" routine to measure her arms, and took her
twenty-four-inch-flexed, twelve-inch-relaxed, arms to bed.

At ten the next morning Sharleen went out and walked north into the large
orange groves at the edge of town. After an hour of walking she came to an old
barn. Outside was a yellow VW bug. Sharleen smiled. Inside were the boys. But
first, she had to get through the locked gate in the chain-link fence which
surrounded the barn. Simply climbing over, or even tearing down the gate would
make too much noise. Then Sharleen had a better idea. She slipped her slim arm
between the two metal posts, right next to the chain and lock. Holding the
chain still with one hand, she began to flex her bicep. Slowly, carefully, she
began to grow her muscles. Her biceps bulged like small cannonballs. Though
there was no pain, Sharleen could feel the metal begin to give.

With a quick muffled "ka-chunk" the chain popped free. Sharleen relaxed and
opened the gate. At first she had thought to flip the "bug" over on it's back,
but Sharleen had decided to simply remove a few key wires. Slipping into a
near-by bush Sharleen opened her bag and removed her change of clothes. It was
show time!

Brian, Jo Jo, Mark and Ken were started by the loud pounding on the main door
to the barn. "Go around to the side!" yelled Jo Jo, "that door doesn't open!
The damm thing is nailed shut!" The pounding stopped. Slowly the door began to
move. "Hey Brian, someone is trying to push open the big door! Too bad it only
swings out!" The sounds of splintering wood and over-stressed metal filled the
barn as the great door was forced open. For a moment it looked as if the door
was being held up, and then tossed away.

The wave of dust and the blast of sunlight blinded the four boys. But soon
they could see who stood in the now open doorway. The tall girl wore pants and
a long-sleeve blouse. "What the fuck is this!", muttered Mark as he walked up
to her. "Hey, I know you! You're little Sharleen Hester!" In the most sexual
way she could, Sharleen slowly walked up to Mark and put her arms around him.
Puzzled, he began to fondle her slim body. He smiled. Sharleen looked up and
smiled. Then, Mark began to notice that her body was no longer slim, in fact
it was getting down-right athletic! Her once loose sleeves were now drum
tight. Her bulging biceps and triceps squirmed like snakes under her blouse.
Ken walked up to them, but stopped when the ripping started. First her legs,
then her arms, then her back. Her expanding muscles shredded her clothes right
off her. "Ahhh! Help!", Mark panicked when Sharleen effortlessly lifted him
into the air. Ken and Jo Jo garbed her arms, trying to free Mark. Great slabs
of rock-hard muscle exploded into view. Sharleen whispered "I guess somebody
else gets to play in the Rose Bowl."

After quick flex she knew the proper bones had been broken. As she dropped
Mark at her fet she felt one of the other boys quickly wrap a thick chain
around her. Each of the heavy links were larger than her fist. Sharleen hid
her smile as she pretended to be trapped. "You bastards! Wait till I get
free!" Great cords of muscle rippled along her arms and shoulders. "You are
weaklings compared to me!" Muscles swelled along her arms and legs as she
fought. "Look at these muscles!" Bulging muscles covered her back. "I ... am
... STRONG!" The boys backed away from her, filled with terror at the sight of
the monster in front of them. Without warning she swung open her arms, sending
broken links of chain flying across the barn towards the two boys. The heavy
links hit them like machine-gun fire. Two thuds later Sharleen was the only
one standing.

From outside she could hear Brian trying to start his VW. Sharleen walked up
to the side door. Brian had pad-locked it shut from the outside. She smiled
and relaxed her muscles. After a few moments she once again looked like a
normal twelve-year-old girl. Sharleen smashed through the solid oak door like
it was a cheap Hollywood prop. Brian looked up in pure terror.

"What's the matter Brian? Don't you like my body? You always said that I had
the build of a much older girl." Putting her hands behind her head, Sharleen
began to do a blow bump-n-grind. With each forward thrust of her hips she
moved closer to the car. And then she reached the car. Thrust - bang. Thrust -
bang! Thrust - bang!! Sharleen's pelvic thrusts began to rock the car, bend in
the door, and slowly move the car sideways. Brian screamed as he fought his
way to the other side of the car and escaped out the other door. He ran a
short distance, only to trip and fall. Brian looked back in shock as he
watched the girl he had talked the others into gang-raping easily turn his car
into junk. Anger filled him, his car!

"My car! You little bitch!" Looking down he saw the sledge-hammer he had
fallen over. Grabbing the heavy tool, he ran up to Sharleen and hammered into
her back with all his strength. Sharleen screamed and fell to the ground.
Again and again Brian swung the sledge-hammer. Blow after blow fell on her
frail looking body. She moaned in pain on the ground. Finally he grew too
tired to lift the hammer, and stopped. Brian sat down, panting from his
efforts. Suddenly Sharleen sat up and garbed the hammer head in her hand.
"That was fun! Let's play another game!" The metal flowed like soft wax in her
hands as she squeezed. She stood up and carried him back into the barn.

Ten o'clock that night, Sharleen laid in bed and listened to the sirens. "Boy,
it took them long enough to find those guys! I wonder what's next." With a
smile on her face, Sharleen went to sleep.