Alanna's Powers, Chapter Four

Alanna intimidates her older brothers
Update: 22/09/1997 to misc2 

	A few months after the eventful birthday party Jeff had received his 
Olympic style weight bench and 310 lbs of weights. He and I had begun weight 
training schedule in which we would meet in the basement room three times a 
week. Our school schedule got in the way occasionally, but we usually lifted 
twice a week on weekdays after school sports and once on the weekend. We were 
seeing improvements, and Jeff especially was pretty proud of what he was 
achieving.
	When we had started I had been a 95 pound eighth grader, very thin, and 
quite weak. Three months later I weighed 105 and had gained a lot of power. At 
first I could only lift the forty-five pound bar with ten pound weights on it. 
By late March I had a bench max of one hundred and fifteen, a weight I was 
pretty proud of. Jeff was much stronger. He had started out being able to do 
ninety-five pounds  for a few reps and not much more. However, by the date in 
question he was able to do eight reps of one forty-five and was planning to 
attempt a max of one sixty-five. 
	I had already performed my reps; I had maxed out with six good reps at one 
fifteen. Jack had done his reps at one forty-five and was pacing the basement 
floor to psyche himself up for one sixty-five.
	"If I can do one sixty-five today, then by the summer I can get up to two 
hundred. Maybe by next fall I'll be able to do two-twenty-five. That's more than 
anyone on the football team can do now. I'll be the strongest person in the 
school."
	He hoped to do two reps at one sixty-five on his own and two more with my 
help. We had just added the weights and adjusted the collars, and he was pacing 
the floor, when Alanna appeared in the door wearing a loose fitting long t-shirt 
and a pair of biking shorts. She had changed in the last year and a half into a 
beautiful young woman. Her wavy light brown hair framed a face that was 
highlighted by striking blue eyes with thin dark eyebrows. High school boys 
stopped to stare at her on the street. They watched her butt as she walked by, 
but she was totally unaware of her looks. I couldn't believe that this was my 
kid sister and that she was only in seventh grade. 
	"Hi guys. How's it going?
	"O.K.," said Jeff brusquely, "Don't interrupt me; I'm getting psyched." He 
walked some more. "I'm about to try to..." But the next thing we knew she was on 
the bench gripping the bar.
	"Don't Alanna you might hurt yourself..." But she had cleared the bar off 
the stand and was bringing it down to her chest. She pressed it up in the air 
with ease. I looked over at Jeff to see his reaction. His jaw was on the floor, 
but that was not the end of it. She brought it down to her chest with perfect 
form and pressed it up again. She did not do it with any haste, nor did she show 
signs of struggling. By the time she stopped she had done not eight, ten, or 
twelve reps, but twenty.
	"Um, Alanna, why did you do that many reps?" 
	"Oh, I thought you wanted to use it again so I stopped. Usually I do 
thirty or more when the bar is this light."
	We were both aghast, and Jeff was getting pretty angry.
	"Why do you do so many? Most people do only ten or so."
	"Well, this isn't very heavy. There's a forty five, a ten, and a five on 
each end. That's about one hundred and twenty total. That's about what I weigh, 
and I can do more then thirty push-ups."
	"What kind of an idiot are you?" Jeff didn't like being shown up by his 
sister. "The bar by itself weighs forty-five pounds. And when you do push-ups 
you're not really pushing up your whole body weight. This is really heavy; it's 
a lot more than you do when you're doing push-ups. Gahd, how stupid." 
	"Well, it seems light to me."
	"And another thing, who gave you permission to use our weights?"
	"Nobody, but why shouldn't I. It doesn't hurt anything. I always put 
things back neatly. You guys get to do after school sports, and I always have to 
come home and practice piano and cook dinner. I don't mind doing those things, 
but I also want to get my exercise."  That silenced him. Are you guys going to 
use this any more? I thought you said you were getting psyched for something."
	"Um no!" said Jeff definitively. "we're finished." And he left.
	"I'll stay and help you with your workout if you want," I said, my voice 
cracking. I really just wanted to see what she would do next.
	"Do you always do the bench press?" I asked.
	"Yes, but I always do other things too. Like I do this press up thingy, 
like this." And she took the bar in her hands placed it at her shoulders and 
pressed it slowly up to the air over her head. She then brought it down behind 
her shoulders and pressed it up again. She did this eight more times for a total 
of ten. Ten reps with one hundred and sixty-five pounds. I was struggling to 
bench one fifteen.
	"Here you try it." And she moved to hand the bar to me.
	"Um. no thanks. I'm pretty tired from my workout." So she had no idea that 
what she was doing was unusual. She lifted, as it were, in a vacuum of knowledge 
about her own strength.
	"Then sometimes I do this arm muscle thingy," and she proceeded to perform 
sixteen biceps curl reps. Then she placed the bar in the cradle as if it weighed 
nothing. "Do you want to help me change the weights?"
	I helped her. First we added twenty pounds to each side of the bar, by 
removing five and adding twenty-five. This made a total of two hundred and five 
pounds. She clicked off ten fairly easy reps, exhaled and did six more.
	Then we removed the ten pounders and added thirty-fives. This was two 
hundred and fifty-five pounds. More than anyone on the varsity football team 
weighed or could lift. This time she exhaled a few times before lifting the bar 
off the cradle and really focused herself. However, the ten reps she performed 
were flawless and showed no wobble, and no weakening.
	By the time we were finished she had completed six reps with all the 
weights we had, three hundred and ten pounds, and she was only a seventh grade 
girl. I had never seen anyone lift that much weight, and she had done it with 
relative ease. Yes, she had worked to press the weight up, but she had done six 
reps without any help, and she had done it smoothly.
	As she got up from the bench and started removing the weights I noticed 
that her body had changed subtly even as we worked out. The muscle groups she 
had used had swelled up considerably. The loose fitting t-shirt was now tight in 
the shoulders, tight in the arms, and positively  restricting in the chest. 
	"Alanna," I asked, "have you noticed that your arms are bigger?"
	"Yeah," she said. "It seems to happen when I lift weights. They get really 
big, stay that way for about half an hour and then gradually return to normal. 
It's pretty cool. Look at this." Then she peeled her sleeve back and flexed her 
right arm.
	"Woooow," I gasped.
 	I was in disbelief. Her arm was huge and looked totally out of place on my 
little sister. Her wrist was still trim, but her forearm had expanded 
incredibly, and it had large defined muscles showing through the skin. That was 
nothing compared to her upper arm. It had two distinct muscles showing and a 
thick vein running over the top. Her biceps looked like half a softball on top 
of a third of a volleyball all covered with skin.
	"I didn't realize this happened to people when they lifted weights. Come 
over here and feel it." It was hard as steel, but her skin was still soft, an 
odd combination. She relaxed her arm, and it was still big but not quite so 
intimidating. 
	"Alanna, has anyone else ever seen this?"
	"No, Dad would kill me, and I'm not sure I want the boys at school to see 
this. I don't think they'd like it. But I'm not going to stop lifting. I love 
the feeling of power  I get when I lift, and I kind of like the way my body 
looks right after lifting."
	I had to agree. It was all I could do to find a position to stand in that 
would not betray my erection which was pressing against my pants. I was thankful 
for the baggy cotton sweat pants.
	"Yeah, well you keep right on doing it then. Don't let anyone stop you."
	As time passed it was obvious that Alanna would need to have more weight 
equipment, but we had to keep the fact her weight lifting from our father. About 
a year later I figured out a little scheme whereby she could buy more weight 
equipment on various occasions, birthdays and christmas and stuff, ostensibly 
for us, and she would use it. We, in turn. would buy her stuff we wanted, new 
CDs, books, tennis rackets, etc.; anything that would look appropriate. This 
seemed like a pretty good scheme, and it might serve to make the three of us 
even closer, but I had to convince my brother. He was skeptical.
	"What does she need with more weights? There are plenty of them there?"
	"Well, maybe she needs more. She's strong as hell, Jeff."
	"I don't know how she pulled that stunt the other day, but she is not that 
strong."
	"Yeah? You don't think so! She's not only stronger than you or me. She is 
stronger than the two of us put together."
	"Yeah! Right! If you can prove that I'll be your slave for a year."
	"Well, Jeff, I don't want to take advantage of you, but if it's true do 
you promise to go along with our little scheme?"
	"Yeah, and if you're wrong you will be my slave for a year." 
	This made me pause for a minute, but I had seen her lift with my own eyes. 
I knew what she could do. "O.K.", I said, "It's a deal."
	It wasn't too difficult to get Alanna to go along with this plan, and soon 
we set up a couple of tests. First we took a few lengths of rop that were lying 
around in the garage from my father's sailing days. I tied a loop into the end 
of each one. Alanna held the one end of each rope in her hands and held them up 
to her chest with her elbows out. Jeff and I took the other ends and pulling in 
opposite directions tried to dislodge her arms from her chest. We were not 
allowed to jerk the rope, but we could pull as hard as we wanted. Incredibly, no 
matter how hard we pulled we could not budge them. 
	"Are you guy's ready to start," she asked, tauntingly. "I'm tired of just 
standing here." Then she slowly let her arms extend outwards. Just as they were 
most of the way opened Jeff began to celebrate.
	"Not so fast, Jeff. I am just trying something. Keep pulling."
	Then incredibly, she curled her arms back in, pulling us back towards her 
against our wills while we pulled as hard as we could. She repeated this motion, 
letting us out and curling us in nine more times. Each arm singly pulling 
against the entire force of one her brother's bodies.
	"You guys want to keep trying?"
	"Yes," said Jeff. "I'm not giving up."
	"Aw come on, Jeff," I said. "I am getting tired."
	"I'm not giving up, and if you do the bet's off." So I kept pulling, and 
when she got bored she would do more curl reps. Finally Jeff gave up, and we 
stopped. 
	"It's not fair!" said Jeff. "How do I know you were trying?"
	"I was trying," I exclaimed. "Otherwise we would have fallen over." But I 
could not convince him. Alanna at this point was pretty annoyed with Jeff, but 
she kept her cool. 
	"If I can convince you myself in a contest that did not involve Jason, 
will you go along with our plan?" 
	"Sure, if you can do it." 
	And before he knew it she had both his wrists in one hand. "Try to break 
free of my grip." He struggled, but couldn't. He pulled with his arms at first. 
Then he started to lean and use his weight. She had to struggle, but her one 
hand held his wrists. Then she started squeezing.
	"Ow! What are you trying to do? Break my arms?"
	"Nope, just come over here and sit down in this chair."
	We had some cast iron patio furniture, and with his wrists still in her 
grasp, she made him sit in one of the arm chairs. Then with the rope she still 
had in the other hand she tied his arms to the chair. Jeff was powerless to stop 
her.
	"What are you doing?" Jeff screamed.
	"I am proving to you once and for all that I am stronger than you, 
stronger than Jason, and even stronger than both of you put together, since that 
is the only way you will agree to our little plan."
	Then she tied his feet to the chair and made a tight wrap around his 
stomach too. I had no idea what her plan was, but she had that look in her eyes. 
I was not about to get in the way.
	Next she proceeded to grab the back legs of the chair and lift. She lifted 
Jeff up in the chair and held him over her head.
	"Hey, Alanna, this is not funny. What if you drop me? I could get hurt."
	"Nobody is going to hurt you by mistake, Jeff. I won't drop you, at least 
not by mistake."
	She then proceeded to do overhead presses with Jeff and the cast iron 
chair. She did about ten, which was more than I could have done with the chair 
alone. She then tipped the chair in such a way that Jeff could see her eye to 
eye.
	"I am going to keep doing these until I decide I have done enough. If you 
can do as many as that with the chair all by itself, you win the bet. Deal?"
	There was no answer.
	"I didn't say anything about not hurting you on purpose, Jeff."
	He gulped an assenting yes at which point she did fifteen more presses for 
a total of twenty-five. She took a deep breath and did ten more. At this point 
her upper body was getting incredibly pumped. She had grown quite a bit since 
the previous year, and her capacity for morphological transformation had 
increased too. By the time she let Jeff down her arms were incredible. Even Jeff 
was totally intimidated and speechless. 
	"A-a-a-alanna? What has happened to your body?" he asked. 
	"It has gotten stronger," she answered glaring at him. Then she undid the 
ropes.
	"Now, tie me to the chair."
	"I,I,I thought I was only going to have to lift the chair."
	"Tie me to the chair." 
	He promptly did as she asked.
	"Are you satisfied that I am in snugly? No knots are going to slip or 
anything?"
	"Yeah."
	Then she began struggling to get out. First the muscles in her arms and 
legs began to swell even more. Her arms were easily as big as Jeff's legs, and 
her legs had veins and various striations of muscle protruding. She was 
breathing hard, and the cast iron was beginning to bend when we heard one loud 
pop and then another. Finally we heard two more, and Alana stood up from the 
chair. She had broken the rope with each arm and with each leg.
	"Now you can try to lift the chair. Jeff went over to it and lifted it 
with only a little struggle. He did about twelve reps before he started to slow 
down. The thing probably weighed sixty pounds, maybe seventy, but Jeff was 
tired, and he was unnerved. He got up to twenty-three reps before he reached 
failure and had the chair almost fall on him. I had been watching him closely 
and did not realize that Alanna had one more surprise for us. When we turned 
around we saw that she was wearing nothing more than her jog-bra and her gym 
shorts. She stood in front of us half naked doing a complete double bicep pose. 
Her chest was broad and deep; it looked to be twice the size of her waist, and 
her shoulders incredibly well formed. They all grew out of a tiny wasp like 
waist which had deep washboard abs across it. If that weren't enough, her arms 
were just plain intimidating. They probably weren't like those of a large male 
bodybuilder, but they seemed to be as big as our legs; moreover, they were on a 
body which we never thought of as really big. She was just our little sister, or 
at least up till that day.
	She looked Jeff square in the eyes and saw the defeat in his eyes.
	"Are you ready to go along with our little plan now, Jeff?" 
	He nodded his assent, hung his head, and shuffled back into the house. 
Within the next months Alanna had her extra weights; we had all our CDs, and the 
family relationship was on an even keel.