When the Dreams Come True - Part 1
Hello guys, this is my first story, I hope you enjoy it. Here, contains characters and fictitious places. I'm accepting constructive criticism to evolve in possible stories in the future. And sorry for bad english.
Hello, my name is John. I am 25 years old and I live in the town of Happy Valley ... Ahhh, and I am still a virgin. Not for lack of opportunity, but for option. It's hard to find in my city a girl of my dreams. I always had a thing by the athletic girls. A few years ago, I watched a television program called Hercules, where a muscular, dominant and attractive woman appeared and really caught my attention. Since then, I tried to see photos, videos and, when I realized, was fascinated for bodybuilders super heavyweight, with huge and beautiful muscles, dominating weaker men with ease.
So I opened an account on facebook and tried talking to some female bodybuilders. Without success! I was losing hope to meet and relate me to a muscular woman, until the call came from a friend to go watch an amateur bodybuilding contest that was going to have in our city over the weekend. This could be my big chance!
I could not even sleep right so nervous he was. Thinking about how to talk with a muscular woman. What would they think of me, after all, I'm not very muscular and not so tall: 5'7" and 143lbs. I'm not fat or thin, but nothing as impressive. I was a bit afraid, but I decided to take courage and try. Missing one day to the event, I called my friend, wanting to arrange a time to go together. He informed me that he could not go because I was very sick. My heart raced, I was very nervous and seriously thought about quitting. But no, I should go on such an event and see if I had chances with some goddess or if was just a dream that would carry for the rest of my life.
Finally came the big day! I chose a simple outfit: shirt from my shop FATALGAMES, she was well known in town, comfortable shorts and a pair of shoes. Then I took the car and went to quite anxious event. Once there, bought the ticket and headed to the venue. It all seemed very magical to me. To come and settle down in a chair slightly away from the stage, I saw a muscular women passing. Were several categories: figure, physique, always accompanied by great guys, bodybuilding athlets. And that made me sad, but still had hopes.
I was distracted fiddling with the mobile, had not realized that some female bodybuilders had climbed onstage to begin his presentation. My eyes brightened at the sight of those beautiful women. But one caught my attention. Brunette, short hair, wearing a blue bikini. She was really big ... Much bigger than their opponents. His number was 44. Wow, she really had huge arms, seemed to 25'' and shoulders that seemed watermelons. She was not only more muscular there, but the most powerful and dominant person in the whole event. I could not take my eyes off her.
Each pose, she humiliated their opponents. They seemed fitness athletes next to this goddess. She had thighs that looked like tree trunks, ripped and round glutes... Her abs was perfect... Eight packs and their dorsal seemed she could really fly. Heart-shaped calves and delts almost getting in your ear ... But nothing could compare to his chest. Were huge balls of shredded muscle, which shone through the tan and the sweat on his body. And most brutal was his face that despite the powerful jaw, had feminine traits ... She was supposed to be competing in the Mr. Olympia, not in a small amateur championship.
Everyone applauded her performance, she was clearly the champion. The judges then have to call the athletes to round individual routines. I was anxious to hear his name. Suddenly announce their entry: "NUMBER 44, THE ATHLETE BETH WINTER." Now I already knew her name.
