I knew that nobody hoped for continuation, but here it is.
I decided to make this chapter as final one. It's rushed, but it's better to make some final than leaving story without it in my opinion. Still this story has good potential I think, so maybe I will write some sequel but not in near future. Or maybe someone else would like to do it, I would be happy.
And I once again understood that writing long stories is very difficult for me, I am loosing interest too soon
Well, never mind, enjoy
Part 8.
Sophia had not lied to me: she was calling me everyday. And not once per day, but two or even four times. I heard her heavy breath, or grunting, or clanging of weights and I knew that she was training. Every day, every time we were chatting. But I was afraid to ask her about her trainings or progress, because I didn't want to look like her body and muscles are only things that I was interested in. And it was great opportunity to talk about different stuff because her magnificent body wasn't distracting and luring me.
We talked about many things: about her family, about her days there, about her school, about her friends, about her plans and so on. In these few weeks I learned about her few dozen times more than in all previous years. And I began to love her even more than before.
I liked her view of the world, her humor, her sharp mind and vast knowledge. She was perfect for me even her sexuality and beauty excluded.
And during these conversations I felt really inferior again, because I understood how narrow-minded my interests were: comics, video games, TV shows, board games and other geeky stuff. While Sophia was talking about the books she had red recently: Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Hemingway, Bradbury, Balzac, Hugo and other writers that were deadly boring in my opinion. There were not a single superhero in their books! But Sophia was telling me about their novels and her feelings from reading them the way it made me to wish to read them too. I never knew that it's possible to describe such yawnful books in such interesting manner.
She was telling me what she had learned about physiology, biochemistry and other medical and biological stuff and tried to guess how her body had changed that it had already surpassed some human limits.
She was even explaining me last news from physical science with greatest joy, like I was telling her about last Avengers movie.
But her favorite topic was about IT and programming. She told me that she was planning to make some start up and dreaming to turn it into ultra successful company like Facebook, Google or Amazon. And something was telling me that it was not impossible with her current abilities. Sophia could speak non-stop about new features in programming, about new hardware, about those peoples like Brin, Musk, Torvalds and dozens of other names that were telling me nothing. All those talks sounded really gibberish to me, but just listening for Sophia's excited and energetic voice was making me really happy. And I was really ashamed again, because for me smartphone, laptop or PC were just magical boxes that were giving to me some cool movies, cool games and cool porn. And even worse, I never had an urge to learn how they works.
But I was really curious, how she could read all of this while taking her time with family and training. Sophia explained that her grandgrandma had not only prepared a gym for her most favorite granddaughter, but had presented her the newest Microsoft Hololens Sport Edition, that were planned for release only next year. How much money and influence had that 100 years old woman that she could get that thing?
And so, these weeks have passed. On our last call I told her how I felt about our long distance conversations:
"You know, Sophia, I am very glad that we had this long distance relationships experience..."
"Huh, why, honey?"
"I was afraid that my feelings where only for your body, but just talking with you on the phone make me feel not less happy than seeing you."
"Oh, Jimmy, it's so sweet. If this experience is so thrilling maybe I should stay for few more weeks?"
"No! I want you here so badly!"
I heard how she laughed loudly. Her laugh was fascinating, charming and energetic, it sounded far better than any music in the world. I thought, maybe she was improving her voice too Would ask her later.
"Just joking, dear! I want to meet you soooooo much! I have few interesting news for you."
"Huh, what news?"
"Se-cret."
"Oh, you are so cruel!" Sophia laughed again.
"Just wait for tomorrow, Jimmy. Oh, I need to go. Should pack my things. It's so strange to leave this place with much more things, than I brought with me, but grandma Theresa was so kind and enthusiastic to make all these gifts for me. Ok, I'm going, bye, honey!"
"Bye, my love! 'Till tomorrow!"
Whole evening I couldn't find a place for me. I was so nervous and eager about meeting Sophia tomorrow. And waiting so long was real torture for me.
But night have passed and I have left my home at 8 AM. They should be home at the night and maybe they were sleeping, but I was sure that Sophia was awake. Did she even need a sleep now?
I was right before door of Michelson house. I decided to not ring a bell, but to knock silently, to not wake up whole family. Door opened. Instead of Sophia there was standing Mr. Michelson.
"Who the hell is there so early!"
He had the same grim look on his face as always. My heartbeat stoped, just like my breath. I was sure that I was pale as a snow. And I felt a weakness in my legs. When he so me his face changed. There was a huge smile!
"Oh, James, my boy! How are you doing?!" And Mr. Michelson hugged me strong that my ribs started to crack.
"Mr.... Michelson... Pain..." He released me.
"Sorry, sorry, son. I didn't wanted to injure boyfriend of my dear daughter." His face was as friendly as it was possible. Honestly, I was sure before that Mr. Michelson didn't had any friendly expression at all. "Sophia is in her room, so hurry. Real man should not make his woman wait, ha-ha. But, please, try to not be too loud, kids, my wife and son are still sleeping. Have fun!"
And Mr. Michelson had left the house, while I was standing in the hole. I couldn't move a finger. I was frozen, confused, in shock. What the hell happened here?! Maybe Sophia could explain it. So I went to her room on tiptoe.
Mr. Michelson was jogging. He decided that he needs to start doing some physical activity again, not that it could change anything, but still.
He was thinking about James.
"Heh, kid, you need all your luck to deal with my daughter. First, I was afraid that she will be hurt somehow, but now I am more worried about you. Good luck to you!"
And then he started to remember their last day in Theresa's home.
Elizabeth came to him in the morning and told him that Sophie wanted to talk with him in private at her gym.
"Huh, what for? Why she didn't came here to talk?"
"No idea, dear. But she told that it is very important for her..."
"Okey-okey, if my little girl asks me I cannot decline."
Arthur stood up and went to the barn, where Theresa had organized a gym for Sophie.
"Sophie, honey, are you here?"
"Yes, daddy, please come in!"
She was sitting on the mat in lotus pose. She was wearing very baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt. Arthur was a bit curious, why she was wearing baggy clothes all the time here, while at home she was wearing some revealing sport clothes. Maybe some fresh awakened modesty?
"So... Why did you want to meet me here?"
"Well, daddy, I want to make a deal with you."
"Hm, a deal?.. Very interesting. And what kind of the deal?"
"Uhm... Let's have a competition. If you win - I will brake up with James and will never meet him again. But if I win - you will bless (?) our relationships, will allow me to do with James everything what I want and you will be more friendly with him..."
"Ha-ha-ha!" Arthur's loud and powerful laugh was shacking the walls of the barn, "Are you serious? Why I should agree on such foolish thing?.."
"Because it is your last chance to make as apart. Daddy, I promise you, that if you will decline my proposal now, I will do everything possible to be with him all my life. And waiting few short years is no problem at all."
"Wow, it sounds like blackmail! But, OK, let me first hear what competition you have in mind? Rock-paper-scisor, throwing a dice? He-he."
"No, daddy. You choose. Any physical competition is ok."
"Hooo, my little girl sounds very cocky. But it's good. So, I pick one competition and I should win it, right?"
"No, daddy, you should pick 5 different competitions and if you win only once, then it will be my defeat."
Arthur was a bit shocked. Sophie was overconfident, what was she thinking about? But it was true, that it was better to not miss such a chance to split her and this scoundrel. In college he was not only in football team, but he was taking part in powerlifting and wrestling competitions. He even won armwrestling contest in college once. And there was even one pro-armwrestler! Sure it was very long ago, but he didn't lost all his strength and skills, probably.
Yeah, he saw how fit his daughter had become, so he just need to avoid any competition in speed, flexibility and endurance. Pure strength, skills and experience - only that should matter.
"Okey, kid, I'll go with you flow. Just do not forget about you promise and no resentments, OK?"
"Sure, daddy. So, what are your 5 competitions?"
"Heh, I am sure that one is more than enough, but I'll do things your way. So let it be quads, deadlift, benchpress, armwrestling and wrestling. Last four will never happens though, ha-ha!"
"Sounds good! You should do some warm up, daddy, to not injure yourself and I will prepare myself ad all stuff, ok?"
"Heh, I think that this competition will be warm up for me..."
"Please, daddy, we all love you and you should not risk your health."
"Okey, okey... Few push ups and quads will mot harm."
And Mr. Arthur started his warm up routine. His confidence in his fitness was washing away with every exercise, his muscles, still bulky and strong, had lost all flexibility, just like his joints and cords. In last two dozen years he had lost few dozen pounds of muscles and had obtained few dozen pounds of fat. And his endurance was non-existent. Yeah, he took wise decision when he picked competitions where only pure strength matters.
15 minutes later his warm up was finished and Sophie called him.
"Are you ready, daddy?"
Arthur was breathing a bit heavy and was covered in sweat, warm up had exhausted him a bit more than he expected.
"Yeah, I am. So, what's our first and concurrently last competition, he-he?"
"Quads, I think. Let's play a ladder, daddy: starting with some weight we will add 20 pounds after each successful round. Who fails first - lost."
"Oh, yeah, I remember how we did such thing in college gym. You know who was undefeated winner?"
"Let me guess, you, daddy?"
"Ha-ha-ha, exactly! Your old man was great at that time, but one still has a lot of steam, so let's finish it quickly and go to breakfast."
"Sure, daddy, just let me remove this baggy clothes to feel more comfortable"
And Sophia removed her sweatpants and sweatshirt in blink of the eye.Her father was shocked. He remembered her ripped, but still lean body from three weeks ago, but what he saw now was completely different. Her muscles were as cut as before or even more, but she was looking twice or three times bigger. It wasn't a body of prodigious pre-teen gymnast anymore, it was the body of hardcore young female bodybuilder shrunk proportionally to the height of 12 years old girl.
Arthur knew that his muscles are still bigger in terms of sheer size, but proportionally... If Sophie was his height then her muscles would easily dwarf his own.
But not the size of her muscles bothered Arthur. Sophie's body was beyond ripped and pumped. Even though she was standing casually, her chiseled abs, round delts, ripped arms and building thighs were LOOKING insanely hard, every muscle of her body was radiating with power, and whole her body was having an aura of unrivalled strength.
"What the hell?! How is it possible to look so powerful, while being that short? Maybe it is some kind of illusion or trick play?.." Arthur thought to himself. He was trying to find logical reason for his... fear? Maybe fear was too much do describe his feelings, but it was at least an insecurity.
Arthur was so impressed with his daughter's physic that he noticed one more thing a bit later. And it wasn't small thing. Honestly, it was really huge one. Her breasts. His little cute daughter had breasts that not only far surpassed boobs of his wife, but were absolutely largest ones that he had ever seen in real life. How was it even possible?!
"Daddy?.. Da-a-a-d, do you hear me? Earth is calling to Arthur Jay Michelson!" Sophie's words have awakened Arthur from his trans.
"Huh?.. Oh, sorry, honey, just remember something and couldn't stop my train of thoughts... So?"
"Are you ready, daddy?"
"Sure, let's start and finish it fast!" Arthur was telling same words again, but this time his voice was completely lacking confidence. And Sophia noticed it, confident smile appeared on her lips. She knew what effect would have her body on any human being, because she was working hard for this all three weeks.
They came to squad rack, that was already loaded with 200 lbs of weights. Arthur had not lifted for pretty long time, but he was sure that he could deal with weight that was 60 lbs less than his own. But could Sophie make it? She looked like she weighted barely half of it.
"OK, let me do my try first so I will show my dear little daughter how to do quads properly!"
"Sure, daddy."
Arthur bent himself, put barbell on his shoulders and lifted it pretty easily. Then he did one proper rep and reracked it back. Well, you hardly could name this rep "proper", because Arthur's technique was horrible, and for Sophia it was obviously.
For her try she put there a stepping board, so she could compensate her lack of height and did her rep easily with perfect form.
Arthur was surprised how easily his 12 years old daughter managed this serious weight. Now he understood that this feeling of emitting power wasn't a trick, it was real.
Next they did 220 lbs. Arthur still managed it pretty good, but already started to feel that it was a bit heavy. Sophia did her rep, like nothing changed.
Step by step they came to 400 lbs. For Arthur it was child's play... 20 years ago, but now he barely managed to do one proper rep with so much weight. But the form was absolutely the worst, his legs were shaking, face was read and it was obvious that it was his limit. While Sophie did her rep as easily as she did first one with 200 lbs. After it she immediately added next 20 lbs. Arthur was looking on this scene in fear. Not only of his daughter's strength, but of the next rep.
"Uhm, honey, could you please do this rep first? I need to catch a breath a bit..."
"Sure!"
And Sophie did next rep without rest as flawless as always. After three minutes Arthur came to the rack to do his rep. He put all his strength and willpower together and successfully did his rep with 420 lbs. But he was doing it very loud and after it he fell on his knees breathing very hard. Sweat was dripping from his face that was dark red from over exertion. He put his eyes up to look on his daughter that was standing casually and smiling with her impossible cute angelic smile. There was no sign of exhaustion on her body, not even single drip of sweat.
Arthur looked on Sophie's legs closer. It was the most perfect hugely muscular pair of legs he had ever seen. In college he had few friends that were doing bodybuilding professionally, but none of them had such ripped legs with so perfectly shaped muscles. Sophie's diamond-like muscles were so huge that they were clearly visible from the front. Powerfully building cords of muscles in her thighs were forming breathtaking canyons and hill. Arthur was mesmerized how perfect was form of each muscle, how perfectly proportional it was compared with each other. It was like Sophie wasn't building her muscles training, but mostly like some artist was sculpting them. Little did he know, that she was really sculpting them with meditation techniques from their family book.
When she walked to the weight rack, he saw how every muscle in her legs were dancing. He saw how pumped her hamstrings were, he saw her amazing calves from behind. When she was bending to put up plates and standing on her tiptoes to add them on the bar, Arthur saw even unknown for him muscles that came to life in her legs.
"OK, daddy, I will do 440 lbs first again. Is it good?"
"Yeah, yeah... Ok..." Arthur was breathing too hard. He was terrified by just thinking about trying to lift this humongous weight. But Sophia did her rep as easy and as calm as before. He stood up and came to the rack. Put his hands on the bar, breathing heavy. Put his head down.
"I give up..." he sounded very quite.
"Sorry, daddy, but what?"
"I told you, this first challenge is your win. Let me rest a bit and go to the next one. Women have stronger legs, so even if you beat me here I will finish it with upper body strength challenge."
Sophia smiled softly, "Sure, daddy."
She was really happy, she enjoyed her first win over her big and strong daddy so much, that she was dancing and jumping and murmuring something while preparing weight for dead lift.
"Uhm, daddy, starting with 200 lbs took so much time, how about starting with 340 lbs this time?"
"Yeah, ok." Arthur was sitting on the ground exhausted and was paying little attention to Sophia and her question.
15 minutes later he was feeling much better. When he stood up Sophia gave him a powerlifting belt.
"Why, honey?"
"You should keep your back safe, you know?"
"And what about you?"
"Oh, don't worry, daddy, I know my limits and I will not try to lift more than I can."
"Uhm, ok, if you say so..." And he put the belt on.
340 lbs was a really good weight even 20 years ago. But he somehow managed to lift it properly. Once again his technique was terrible, if not this belt he would harm his back for sure. Sophia did her rep as perfect as alway. Arthur was watching from behind and was mesmerized by her back: very wide wide on the top, and mind blowing thin at the waist. Each muscle was clearly visible and pumped even at rest, but during the rep Sophie's back was transformed into valley of living mountains.
And so they did few iterations. But this time Arthur was troubled with 380 lbs already. And when Sophia lifted 400 lbs first as easy as it was nothing, he gave up. Looks like his back became much weaker than he hoped.
And again Sophia was preparing weights for bench press competition, while her dad was resting lying on the floor.
"Okey..." He was thinking for himself, "I have no idea how my daughter became so strong, but next are competitions where I am the best. I still do bench presses from time to time, so I am not so much worse at them compared to 20 years ago. And in arm wrestling I was never defeated. Fuck, I even have beat one pro, though he was weighting far less than me. But Sophia weights even less than him! By much! Yeah, if she really is stronger than me (heh, dude, you would slap your own face if you would be thinking such thing just yesterday), at arm wrestling I have weight, height, skills and experience advantage. She has no chance."
"Daddy, everything is ready. Did you have enough rest?" Sophie's voice stoped Arthur's train of thoughts.
"Uhm, yes, of course!" He stood up heavily and went to the bench. The bar was loaded with 300 lbs, so Arthur looked on Sophie confused
"Oh, this weight?" Sophie understood why he was puzzled, "I want to finish it really quickly. You know, I still need to do real training today."
Arthur was crushed by these words. "Is it not real thing for her?!" He thought for himself.
"Oh, and let me start first, daddy. Please!"
"Yeah, sure, honey. I'll spot you."
"Mmm, sure" She smiled mysteriously.
When Sophia laid herself on the bench, put her arms under the bar and Arthur stood above her for spotting then he understood that this situation is very complicated for him: he could see enormous breasts of his daughter in perfect view. He was really ashamed of himself, but in this position it was impossible to not notice them: huge, breathtaking form, tightly hugged by sport bra. Surprisingly, there was no cleavage, nor nipples shown. Looks like Sophia pitied her father and tried to make at least his sexual embarrassment a bit less.
Arthur tried to remember if he had even saw such perfect pair of breasts in his live in person, but couldn't. His wife Elizabeth had nice B-cup chest, that barely sag even in her 45, but even in her prime she could hardly compete with Sophie's breasts in terms of shape and form. Let alone sheer size! Sophie's breasts seemed ten times bigger than Elizabeth's.
Looks like Arthur embarrassment was obvious, so Sophie told him:
"Daddy, you may not spot me. This weight is pretty safe for me. So, just take additional rest, please."
His wish to avoid such unpleasant situation overcame his wish to make his daughter's bench press safer, so he just mumbled something and sat on the floor aside.
Sophie did her rep without any troubles and as fluently as always. For Arthur this weight was significant, but he managed it very well too.
In few iterations they came to the 360 lbs. This time Sophie did her rep with visible efforts. Arthur took a bit time to prepare himself, because this weight was only 10 lbs less than his personal best. And with great strain he managed it. Next was 380 lbs. 10 lbs more than his personal best...
Sophie managed this weight in her turn with great difficulties. At least it looked so. So Arthur decided that if he will do it, then he has good chance to win. The rules are that the one who fail FIRST will loose. And Sophie's turn is first one. So even if he will never manage 400 lbs., he still can win.
He was preparing himself for good 5 minutes. Concentration. Correct breathing. Remembering most effective technique. Putting hands under the bar. And with ground shaking cry Arthur was able to do his rep. He was sure that his eye balls will pop out and his elbows will break, but he still managed it somehow. When he stood up his face was shining with pride and satisfaction.
"Fuck yeah! This is my new record!" Arthur was thinking for himself.
Few minutes after, when he caught his breath, Sophia suddenly asked him:
"Daddy, I am curious, was it your new personal best?"
"Uhm, why do you ask, princess?"
"Well, you are looking so happy..."
Arthur had an urge to tell her that he can manage much bigger weight with easy, but everything in the world has limits, even his cockiness.
"Yeah, it is. See, honey, even your old man can progress at his age, he-he. Are you impressed?"
"Yes, a bit." On her cute and gorgeous face again appeared this mysterious smile. She slowly went to the weight plates and took two 50 lbs ones. She was using only two of her fingers to hold each of them in each arm. And she wasn't holding them on the top or above, but from the side, like they were some plastic plates, not heavy metal equipment. They seemed weightless in her muscular but petite hands.
She slowly even a bit graceful added this weight on the bar.
"But you see, daddy, I think it's your turn now to be impressed" She again went to the weight plates.
"But... I am already..."
"Shhhh, just look and don't speak, daddy. Your little princess has only started."
And this way she added 300 more lbs on the bar. It was weighting now 780 lbs. The bar was clearly bending under such humongous weight. Sophia laid down on the bench and calmly put her hands under the bar.
"Honey, it's dangerous."
"It's not." She said with calm and uber confident voice.
And then she did her rep. Then second. Third. Forth...
Arthur was looking on it with shock. He was loosing his sanity, when he saw how petite, but bulging with huge, ripped muscles body of his preteen daughter was pumping this weight with easy.
Tenth... Eleventh.. Twelfth...
Her pace slowed down a bit. Beads of sweat appeared on her face, first time during this challenge.
Sixteenth... Seventeenth... Eighteenth...
Her body was glistening with sweat and muscles in her arms, shoulders and surely chest (at least the part that wasn't hidden by gigantic breasts) were pumped even more, though Arthur was sure that it was not possible.
Twenty third... Twenty forth... Twenty fifth...
Last rep Sophia did with big and this time real effort. She placed the bar back and stood up stretching her muscles filled with blood and pumped beyond human limits. Arthur was looking at her body with same amazement as in the first time. Not only her upper body, but her abdominals and even legs were positively affected by this exercise.
Her delts, biceps, triceps and traps were aggressively bulging, the top of her pecs was showing stunning muscle cleavage, right above even more amazingly and dangerously bulging breasts.
With each deep breath Sophie's upper body muscles and steel solid 8-pack abs were hypnotically inflating and deflating. All her ripped muscles were accented by glistening sweat, what made them look even more ripped and powerful.
"Finally I had real warm up!"
Arthur thought about himself: "Warm up?! She just benched nearly world record for 25 reps!"
"Yeah, I like how my muscles feels after lifting some real weight" Sophie murmured stretching a little more.
«So, our next competition is arm wrestling, right, daddy?»
Arthur didn't know what to think. After seeing immense power of his daughter he was doubting that he had even slightest chance to win in the last two competitions. Would be his experience, skills and weight advantage enough to compensate huge difference in sheer strength between him and Sophie? He was afraid that not. But he couldn't just give up, it was his last chance to split his dear daughter and that scoundrel guy.
«Yes, my princess. And you should be aware that your daddy beat a pro arm wrestler once.»
«Oh, I knew that you are really great! It may be even a bit challenging this time.»
Huh, was she mocking her dad?
They sat on the ground on opposite sides of the bench. It was comfortable enough for fair challenge, so they locked their hands. For Arthur it was clear that Sophia was holding back her grip power, but at the same time it was obvious that he had a little chance to budge even her fingers if he would have an idea to free himself from the lock.
Arthur's arms were obviously longer than his daughter's, but after all these pump that Sophie's muscles had they weren't looking much bigger than hers. Maybe it was thanks to proportions, or maybe it was some strange play of light, but her muscles were successfully rivaling Arthur's muscles in sheer size. But the quality of her muscles were beyond any comparison. Her bicep was forming perfectly peaking ball of striated muscle flesh. While Arthur's biceps were carefully hidden under not thick but significant layer of fat. Anyone could see hoe Sophie's muscles are dancing under her skin with each slightest movement or even breath. While Arthur's muscles were obvious only thanks to understanding of human anatomy: each normal human being should have muscles to move. No, he wasn't too fat or flabby, but the word "ripped" nobody would use while describing Arthur's body.
"Are you ready, Daddy?" Sophie's innocent smile was shining like ever, ignoring the fact that she had body that would put Greek gods to shame.
"Sure, my Princess..." was his voice shaking?..
"Ok, then... One... Two... Go!"
And Arthur started to push with all his might and all his weight. But Sophie's hand did not budged even for an inch. Her perfect cute smile was still there.
"You, know, Daddy, how about changing a rules for this challenge a bit?"
"Nghhh... Umhh... Phghhh..." Arthur's face was completely red.
"I take it as Yes. So, you can use both your hands. You can use your whole body, you can run on me, jump on my hand. Do what you want. And if you will take my cute girly arm down in 5 minutes, then I will acknowledge my defeat."
In any normal case Arthur would be humiliated with such proposal, but at the moment he was so enraged that he immediately rushed on her arm with both his arms and his full bodyweight. It was clearly visible that Sophia has flexed whole her body and thanks to that her arm wasn't budged even for an inch.
Arthur released her hand, did few steps back and stormed delicate but muscular arm of his little daughter with all his might. And once again his body was stopped by immovable wall of Sophie's muscles, that were flexed at the last moment.
When Arthur's body clashed with her arm he slipped and had had fallen on the ground face down. He was laying this way for few minutes breathing hard.
"Daddy, are you all right?" Sophia was really worried that her dad could hurt himself.
"I... Mhmhmh up" Sophia couldn't understand what he had said.
"Sorry, I do not hear you, Daddy."
Arthur rolled himself to the back, took few deep breathes and said again:
"I give up..."
"Huh? But you still have time and there is one more challenge left..."
"No, I acknowledge your strength. You won. I lost. No excuses."
"So... Does it mean?.."
"Yes, you can do everything what you want. I knew that you were smart enough to make right decisions and take responsibility for your actions. Even better than your brother. Now I am sure that you can protect yourself from any harm. If you really like that damn guy..."
"James."
"Huh?"
"That damn guy is called James. Please, respect my boyfriend and my future husband."
"Yes, very well. If you really like that damn James..."
"Dad!"
"Heh-he, please, give me a chance for few last jokes. If you really like him, you can do everything you want. You can get married the moment you will have officially allowed age for it. I will bless you in any case."
"Thank you! I love you, Daddy!" and Sophia sat on her laying das hugged him and started kissing him on the cheeks.
"Oh, honey, you are heavy, please, give your daddy a rest or I will die crushed by your huggs!"
"Sorry. I am really happy!" Her beautiful face was shining with smile.
Arthur had finished his jog and decided to visit some cafe for a breakfast.
"Yeah, James, I wish a great like to you. You need it, heh" he said for himself.
I came in Sophie's room. She was sitting in her chair and reading her kindle. Whole her body was covered by hoodie and sweet pants. She put her head up and looked on me happily smiling.
"Oh, Jimmy! Please, come in my dear!" Her face was looking even more beautiful than before. Is there even a limit for beaty?
She stood up and hugged my carefully. Still I could fill some still cords under her clothes. And her huge but elastic breasts were crushing my stomach. I embraced her back, fully enjoying thickness of her back and its bulging muscles.
"Uhm, Sophia, what happened with your dad? He was frighteningly friendly with me now..."
"Oh, I have convinced him, that you are a good guy and I am already big girl. Very big girl. Very big and very strong girl." Her girly shiny smile turned into the more flirtatious and even mischievous one.
"Do you want to see how big I have became, dear?"
"S-sure!" I was instantly hard.
Sophia released me and after few steps back turned her back to me. With fast and confident move she completely removed her sweatpants, baring her miraculous legs. Her feet, ankles and knees were as delicate as ever, but her muscles had added two or three times of mass compared to the last time I saw these legs. Her calves were bulging aggressively and showing diamond cutting form even in completely relaxed state while Sophia were standing still and barefoot. Her huge quads were visible even from behind right after bulging hamstrings.
But all these muscles paled in comparison with her perfectly round buttocks. Her butt could easily put to shame all those Brazilian and other Latino models, who are so proud of their bubble asses. Sophia's was not even slightly less bubble looking, but the form of her cheeks somehow made more sexual and perfect expression. Not mentioning the fact, that those models have fat or silicone inside, while Sophia's glutes were pure, steel hard muscles.
"Do you like my butt, honey?" Asked Sophia playfully slightly turning her head to me.
I wanted to answer but she didn't let me.
"Sure, you do. It was so difficult to understand how perfect muscular butt should look like. And making it was even more complicated. But you know, I am sure that I can improve it even more."
Even more? I couldn't believe it. If I wasn't prepared for meeting with Sophia (I jerked off 5 times before leaving my home!!!), I would came in my pants right after seeing this perfection. And now I was just insanely hard and aroused beyond limits.
When Sophia checked that my reaction is the way she was planning, she removed her hoodie revealing her back. It was insanely powerful and beautiful. Her wide shoulders caped with bowling ball delts were connected to not less wide back with huge bulging muscles and in the bottom there was narrow waist that could make any fashion model jealous.
My preparation for this meeting didn't helped. I tried to leave to bathroom but Sophia caught my hand and turned me to face her. How could she be so gorgeous and so powerful at the same time, how could she be so cute and so seductive? Her eight-pack abs, her perfect huge breasts that looked bigger than her head, her shoulders and arms. Everything was so beautiful. In terms of size she could easily compete with top female bodybuilders proportionally. But in terms of proportions and muscle forms, in terms of hardness and rippedness she far surpassed everything what I saw. On both female and male athletes.
Sophia took me in her hands like a rag doll and carefully put me on her bed. Then she set on me trying to not crush me with her weight and gargantuan strength and tore my t-shirt apart like a wet paper.
"You know, I have red not only science books, so I have many things that I would like to try with you. And because we are officially allowed to do it by my parents, I do not want to wait. Are you ready, dear?"
"N-no"
"Perfect" And she kissed me with her life-threatening kiss.
Looks like from this day on my life will be turned into heavens on Earth.
