The Circus Strongman Encounter   
By Jeremy Wilson  shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com 
A Circus Strongman is beaten by a woman in many ways 


*Author's note: This is one of those stories that don't exactly follow the
usual line of my stories, but involves what I like to see to a great degree,
great feats of strength, some lift and carry, lots of muscle description, so
in a way it does, but the content is fairly different and new, I hope you
enjoy it anyway.*

"Jeff, I've got a message for you, some crazy chick was back here asking to
talk to you."

"Oh yeah, what did she have to say?"

"Well, she wanted to challenge you, she said she was the Strongest Human Being
in Existence, that you were using false advertising, and your poster has been
spread around where her circus has been and it has turned people off from
seeing her. She said being known as the World's Strongest Woman isn't quite
the attention getter that your catch phrase is. I told her that if she wants
to prove it, come to your performance tonight, and we'll hash things out then,
just so you know, she's real small, she's only 5'1 and probably not more than
150 pounds, if that, so I don't think you'll have to worry about anything."

"Did she seem crazy, like all crazy hair and eyes and stuff?"

"No, she actually seemed quite calm and normal, maybe a little fat, but her
hair was long, blonde, and straight, her eyes were beautifully blue, I almost
caught myself staring in them for longer than normal. She was very cute, too,
almost like she was a high school cheerleader type, perky and confident, great
smile, too. She was definitely not the type that you would see doing strength
feats. But just expect to see her later tonight, she looked completely ready
to demonstrate her strength right there and then."

"Well, did she leave a name?"

"She said her name was Tiffany Powers, that mean anything to you?"

He thought about that for a while. "Tiffany Powers, huh? No, can't say I've
ever heard of her, that circus that she's a part of must be so small and rinky
dink, usually a strength artist like myself would hear about competitors to
their crown, you see? But no, I‘ve never heard of her."

"Okay, well, get yourself ready for tonight, it could be a disaster if this
Powers woman actually is coming and disrupting your performance. Then again,
if she's as strong as she says, could turn out to be quite a show."

"Yeah, thanks, see you later Kevin."

***

Jeff Williams, known professionally as Samson the Strongman was always very
strong, even growing, as young as 6 years old he could wrestle his 14 year old
brother to the ground and pin him, he could beat his dad arm wrestling by the
time he turned 8, he also grew up in height through his puberty years, going
from 5 feet tall at 11 to 6 feet tall at twelve, finally topping out at 6'8
when he turned 15. If that had been all, he could have had a very nice career
as a basketball star, but his strength and muscles grew as explosively as his
height had, and he knew there were very few courses that he could pursue. He
tried football, but the coach couldn't accept him on the team, not after he
had knocked out two of his best players at once with a tackle, he was just too
strong.

He kept to himself, mostly, his strength had made him an outcast, he couldn't
play sports, he couldn't do music, he was an island unto himself. That is
until he discovered the World's Strongest Man competition, it was there where
he knew he could use his strength to its utmost degree and not have to worry
about controlling it, at least for the most part. Unfortunately for him, that
too became a disaster. When he went to qualifying at Seattle, Washington, he
learned that he was just too strong, even for this competition, he overpowered
and out-muscled these huge men to such a degree he made them look like
children. He broke every record on every event, and not by a small margin, the
other competitors actually cried to see their strength dwarfed to such a high
degree.

When they saw how strong he was, they knew that they couldn't put him on TV,
he was just so strong that the fans wouldn't believe they were watching
nothing more than a science fiction show. The promoters decided to give him
50,000 dollars to keep his mouth shut and they destroyed the tapes. They
wanted to make sure his power was hidden. They suggested he go into being a
circus strongman, where that kind of thing, the kind of strength feats he was
capable of, would be right at home. He applied at the nearest circus he could
find, which was a very small, rundown outfit not far from where he lived, he
was not impressed by the strongman that they had, only lifting 1000 pounds
above his head, only doing a tug of war against 3 people from the audience,
what was that? He could have done a hell of a lot more, he could have easily
lifted a ton above his head, he could have held a tug of war against 7 people
and still win.

He shook his head as he walked away from the Strongman, this wasn't exciting,
there weren't very many people in the stands for it, if he were to do this, he
would have to do such awesome, unreal feats of strength, that people would
come from all over the World to watch him perform. He approached the
ringmaster after the show, applying for the job. When the ringmaster said they
already had a strongman, Jeff said, "Yeah, and he sucks, he doesn't bring
people in at all, he's weak, he can't even do more than 1500 pounds, I'm at
least twice as strong as him, and I'd do the job for less, at first. I'm sure
with the number of people we'd be getting when I am established as the
strongest man in the World, people will be coming to this Circus in droves.
You'll have me to thank and I'll ask for more money, if none of that happens
in 6 months, you can fire me."

The Ringmaster said, "Okay, fine, but first we have to see if you're strong as
you say you are, let's meet Hercules, you two can test your strength against
his, you win the competition, and you win the job."

Jeff nodded and followed the Ringmaster, who told him to call him Kevin. They
approached Hercules, whose real name was Tom Severs, and the difference in
height and weight became apparent, Jeff was 6'8 and 500 pounds of muscle, Tom
was 6'3 and 320 pounds, his muscle was smaller, but no less ripped.

"Tom, this is Jeff Williams, he is going to apply for the Strongman position,
I told him if he was able to beat you in 3 strength competitions, he would
have the job, you up for that?"

"Sure, no problem Kevin, I'll take this youngster on, and if you win, you
deserve the strongman position, no one's ever been able to overpower me for
the last 15 years, good luck."

"Thanks, you too, bro."

Well, as you can probably expect, Jeff won each of the contests with ease, the
first was an armwrestling match, Jeff let Tom start out and use all the power
he could to move his arm, but Tom couldn't, Jeff told Tom to use both arms,
Tom did and he only budged Jeff's arm a centimeter before Jeff put a stop to
it and slammed him down to the table.

The second contest was a dead lift, Tom was famous for having a 2000 pound
deadlift that stood on the record books as the heaviest deadlift ever. He put
weights on the bar until it added to 1500 pounds. This competition was for
reps, not overall weight. Tom went first and did 48 reps, Jeff smirked as he
stepped up to the bar and cranked out reps as easily as possible, he stopped
at 50, but then switched his hands on the bar and proceeded to lift it clear
over his head, 3/4 of a ton was being overhead pressed by a barely 19 year old
kid.

Tom was humbled, he had never met anyone even approaching the power that he
himself possessed, but this kid appeared to be at least twice as strong as
him, maybe many times more so. He gave up before the third contest would even
begin, he figured it would be as futile as the first two matches turned out to
be. Who could even match up?

Needless to say, Jeff got the job and he's been billing himself as the World's
Strongest Human Being since then, this has lasted about 10 years.

***

"Ladies and Gentlemen now it is time for our strongman show, please welcome
the Strongest Human Being on the planet, Samson!"

A voice came out of the audience.

"Aheh-hem, I told you not to call yourself that anymore, not unless you want
to prove it to me."

Kevin the ringmaster approached this woman and said, "I'm sorry ma'am but the
audience participation part doesn't come until a little bit later, could you
keep yourself down until then?"

"Alright, but just you wait, you lying bastards will be exposed, I swear it."

Kevin did his normal routine, although he did keep a very close eye on the
blond figure in the audience, the one with the beautiful face, striking deep
blue eyes, full sensuous lips, wider than normal shoulders, very perky, very
large breasts. She was a stunner to be sure, there is no way that she's as
strong as she says, he thought to himself. The audience was clapping
throughout and cheered the loudest after his finale, where he won a tug of war
against a huge African elephant.

"Now is the time where a member of our audience comes out and tries to match
strength with our strong man, as we all know we already have one very eager
young lady who would like to match her strength, could you come forward
please, Ms. Tiffany Powers."

Tiffany strode out into the middle of the ring, to the general murmurs of the
crowd, they were astounded to see a woman so small, a foot and a half shorter
than Samson, stand face to chest with him with absolutely no fear or
apprehension at all.

"There will be three tests of strength, the standard arm wrestling contest,
the weightlifting contest, and the tug of war. Not against each other, but
against a max number of people whoever has more people on the end of the rope
after 5 minutes of pulling, wins. Its that easy. If Ms. Powers does indeed win
this contest, then she will be known as the strongest human being on planet
Earth. Do you accept these terms?"

"Yes." Samson says, with a slight hint of hesitation.

"Yes, get ready to be beaten by the real strongest person." Tiffany says with
the utmost of confidence.

Four men bring out a table, it was about 4 feet by 4 feet, looked to be made
of a thick, strong, tough steel-like material.

"Okay, do you need any kind of thing to even up the arms, Ms. Powers?"

"No, I don't need anything, I don't want to give myself any advantages against
Samson, I want to prove, even with his advantages in height, weight, and
leverage, it won't be enough because I have a definite advantage in power."

"On three, then. Ready, 1...2...3 Go!"

It was quite apparent that Samson had started, his face was grimacing, his arm
was tense, yet there was no movement. Tiffany was blowing on the fingers of
her other hand, looking as though she was getting a pedicure. She looked
around, first to Samson, then to the ring master.

"I'm sorry, you said go, I wasn't paying attention. Sweetie, are you really
trying with all your might against little old me? Why don't you use both
hands, maybe you'll have a fair shot then, hmmm?"

Samson couldn't believe his ears, or his eyes, this woman was a foot and a
half shorter, weighed probably 250 pounds less than he did, but she didn't
even feel his huge, powerful arm pushing against her tiny right hand. He put
his left hand against the joined hands and started pulling with all the power
he possessed in his huge body, he jerked this way and that, trying to get her
hand to move even a little.

"Pathetic, you call yourself a strong man, my own little brother could put up
more of a fight."

Tiffany took all of the finger out of the tight grip that Samson had on her
fingers except her itty bitty, little pinky. She smiled brightly up at him and
pushed his hands down to the table, using just her little finger against both
his hands, basically the power of his whole body was put up against the power
of her pinky, and was losing.

"How? How is this possible? You're so small, but you're at least 20 times
stronger than I am."

"Do you want to continue with our little contest, or do you want to concede
right now and name me the strongest human being on Earth?"

"I think there's no contest, you are without doubt the strongest person that
has ever existed on Earth, the only reason I would continue is to see how many
people you could take on in a tug of war. I just want to know exactly how you
got so strong, and how strong you really are?"

Tiffany looked around at the crowd.

"How many people do you think there are in the crowd, tonight, Samson? Or
should I say Jeff?"

"How do you know my name? Do I know you?"

"Oh, you probably know my father, but I asked you a question, how many people
would you say is in the crowd?"

"I don't know, I'm not good with numbers, I would say 1000 to 1500 people,
why?"

"If I put all these people in this crowd on a long rope, and I was on the
other end of it, I'd win."

"No! That would be impossible, that would be along the lines of a comic book
superhero, not a normal human being! How?"

"Okay, I'll tell you. My father was once a Circus strong man, I was brought up
to be strong, my mother was a trapeze artist, and despite looking very normal,
she was quite strong herself. Well, those genes were magnified in me, a
hundred fold! When I was born, I already had 10 times the strength of a normal
man, and no bodyfat. When I was 4 years old, my dad was fired from his job at
the Circus. He said there was someone whose strength just blew his away and
the Ring Master just signed him up. He didn't know about my advanced strength
until one day when I was 6 years old, and I pressed the back end of the family
car over my head. He put me on a strict workout regimen. He made me lift
weights. He swore that if he couldn't get revenge on the person who got him
fired, that I could. I spent the last 13 years working out, getting stronger,
and trying to find out who that person was. I finally found him."

"So you?"

"Yes, I'm the daughter of the strongman you defeated 15 years ago to get this
job, I was meant to defeat you, to humiliate you. But I don't want to do that
anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because, I'm my own woman, first of all, and second, because I could have
beaten you when I was 10 years old. The moment is past, but I do have
something that I want to do."

"What's that?"

"This."

She took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"You're a very handsome man, Jeff, ever since I saw posters of you, I thought
you were very desirable. Now that I can look at you up close, you're even more
hot than I'd ever imagined. I want you. Do you want me?"

"Y-yes. You're absolutely beautiful, and your strength is such a turn on, I
never thought I'd meet someone stronger than me, and it turns out to be such a
gorgeous woman, your strength is awesome, but the fact that you look so
womanly, and have that level of strength is even cooler."

"Do you think I'm muscular, Jeff?"

"Well, that would be awesome if you were, I can't really tell with the outfit
you have. But even if you do have muscles, they can't compete with the size I
have."

"Oh is that so? Why don't you take me back to your trailer, and we'll just see
about that."

"Come on! Look at me, I'm 6'8 380 pounds of muscle, I got 28 inch arms, an 80
inch chest, there's no way you could possibly match up!"

"Just take me back to your trailer, and don't forget to have a tape measure
handy."

So Jeff takes Tiffany back to his trailer, she asked if he had a robe and a
place to change, he gave her the robe and she closed and locked the door, she
said she had a surprise for him. She stepped out of the bathroom with a robe
on. The robe, which was big, even for Jeff, looked much more filled out around
Tiffany's body, despite the fact she was still the same height, only 5'1. She
looked him in the eye and smirked as she dropped the robe.

Jeff's jaw dropped, Tiffany was wearing a tiny bikini that looked painted on.
But it was the body she presented that blew Jeff's mind. Her legs were ripped
to absolute shreds, and to call them tree trunks would have been an insult,
unless they were Sequoia trees you're referring to. Her waist was wide, her
stomach had an incredible 10 pack of muscle that was at least 1 inch deep
between sections. Her chest had no breasts to speak of, but her pectoral
muscles could have made most female strippers green with envy, they stood out
at least 8 inches over her incredible abs. Her arms, currently unflexed
rivaled his in size, and somehow her triceps looked at least 3 inches deep,
and they were unflexed as well. Jeff wondered exactly how big they were
flexed.

As if reading his mind, Tiffany smiled even wider as she did a double biceps
flex that made Jeff's knees weak. They peaked up over her shoulders by a great
deal, they were so peaked that she could touch the tip of her finger to the
top of the bicep. The vascularity of this woman was also something incredible
to contemplate. She had veins running all over her body, even up her neck, her
shoulders, and down to her groin, which appeared to be quite large in it's own
right.

"Well, are you just going to sit there, drooling, or you going to get that
measuring tape over here and tell me how big I am, how much bigger I am than
you."

"Yes, ma'am."

Tiffany giggled at this, it seems her subjugation of Jeff was complete, he was
her doll both mentally and physically. He started at the calves.

"Calves, 29 inches around! Wow!"

"Thighs, 41 inches around! Holy Crap!"

"Waist, 31 inches around, your thighs are 10 inches bigger around than your
waist, incredible!"

"Chest, 82 inches around, Jesus Christ, that's 2 inches bigger than I am, and
you're 19 inches shorter than I am, that's impossible!"

"Biceps, 32 inches around, 1 inch bigger around than your own waist, that just
isn't possible, by God, you're the most muscular human being on Earth!"

"Hahaha, not to mention the strongest, huh dear? What does it feel like to be
in my presence, knowing that a girl so much smaller than you, is so much
stronger than you, so much more muscular than you. That I can treat you like a
cat treats a mouse?"

"It's incredible, it's like being in the presence of a God. I know you can do
whatever you want to me, you're probably the strongest thing that the planet
has ever seen, could you show me more of your power? Please?"

"Of course I will, Sweetie, anything in particular that you'd like to see?"

"Could you, possibly, lift this trailer up?"

"Easily, I was hoping you were going to go something harder and heavier, but
if it pleases you, I will do this for you. But only if you do something for
me?"

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"I'll tell you after, dear, now, let's see, how much do you think this thing
weighs?"

"Oh, about 10 tons or so, why is that too much for you?"

"Hunny, please, only 10 tons? You must be joking."

"Then please, go ahead dear. Prove me wrong."

So Tiffany lead Jeff out of the trailer, and went under the trailer, in a few
moments it starting rocking back and forth, left and right. Then, without even
a grunt or a sign of effort on Tiffany's part, the 10 ton trailer started
rising. It continued until Tiffany held it over her head, and by the look on
her face, she wasn't even trying. She then took one hand away from it and
signaled for Jeff to come over to her, easily holding 10 tons with one hand.
Jeff took some moments to compose himself before he was able to move and talk.

"Well, I guess it was really easy for you, are there any limits to your
strength?"

"If there are, I haven't found them, of course I haven't lifted anything
really, really heavy. The biggest object I've lifted was a 40 ton crane, and
now that would probably seem light. My power keeps growing, as are my muscles.
Now, about that thing that I want you to do?"

"Yeah, what would you like?"

"Just kiss me, love me, worship me and my muscles for the rest of my life."

Jeff just about came in his pants as he heard the silky smooth voice that
delivered this incredible ultimatum.

"Your wish is my command, my muscle mistress."

Jeff and Tiffany kissed in a passionate embrace as Tiffany still held the
trailer overhead with one hand. The love they had for each other was stronger
than their bodies combined, they lived massively muscled ever after.

The End