LIVING MY DREAM
Part 5
Post workout trauma
'Is it even possible to gain muscle this fast? Was that even me in the mirror?'
I thought to myself in disbelief while I hurried back to the locker room. Thinking about the body that was looking back at me made my knees tremble a couple of times. No matter how much I tried, I felt my vagina getting ready to explode very soon. My pumped thigh muscles slightly squeezing my pussy didn't help either. I reached down there just to realize that a large wet spot formed on my leggings.
'Oooh, god, how far is the locker room? Fuck, I really want to cum, but not in the public again.'
When I realized that my soggy top was completely creased up to my shoulders, my sweaty breasts winning the fight for freedom, I pulled down the hem as much as I could. It was not too successful.
Finally I reached the locker room and I headed towards the mirrors. My hair was a total mess, so I tied it up. I couldn't look away from my figure displayed in the mirror. I was mesmerised like I have never been before in my life. A was looking at myself like it was the last time I could. Am I really into myself and get aroused of my own body? It's sick!
'I can't believe it. Please, someone just fuck me right now! Why can't I just fuck myself?'
I looked like a fucking porn star. Just more muscular. My held up arms slightly elevated my chest. One of my boobs were pushed up by my green crop top, while the other was tightly hanging free as my chlothes rolled up on that side. Rivers of sweat ran down my torso. Any magazine would have payed millions for a shot like this. And a million man would be ready to shot a load on me every minute. My young body is truly a work of art, and I have just started working out.
At this point I didn't think that someone behind me is ready to be the first man from the plenty to... cum.
"So you really are building muscles, Queen Cassandra? Natasha has put up a great show for everyone, but you lesbian bitch were the only one to cum. Do you think I can do you just as easily?"
The rough voice referred to that asshole Daniel. He scared the shit out of me. He was huge at a 6"0' height at least. He sneaked behind me half naked displaying his gigantic upper body. His arms were literally the size of my thighs, which were pretty big, at least I thought that. Completely separated into three parts of biceps, triceps and an arm thick tube of muscle between them was probably the best arms I have ever seen. And I have seen pretty much every biceps on the internet. My boyfriend, Tom actually seems pretty weak compared to Daniel, and even he can hold me up with one arm only.
'Am I really comparing my boyfriend to this scumbag?'
I drew some power from thinking about Tom and tried to reply confidently.
"First, I am not a lesbian nor is Natasha. Second, this is the women's quarter. Third, ..."
"Third, you owe me."
"Owe you what?"
"Remember, I am the one who has not uploaded that video on the web, where your girlfriend made you fuck the ground. Screaming and sighing, squiring all over the place. And only a few people know about it because of me. But you are just a bitch in this school. And you are my bitch from now on."
Even though he had a pretty imposing mountain forming in his pants, I didn't like where this conversation headed.
"Stop it now, Daniel. Are you gonna hurt me?"
"Hurt you? You don't understand me", he let out a sinister smile. "You know who I hurt sometimes is Bess. But she demands it. She is only 15, but probably stronger than everyone here, except for me and my buds maybe. No, I am gonna fuck you and make you mine. You will beg me to smash you harder until your body will shake on my cock."
"Don't come any closer! I will scream if you touch me."
But instead he just rammed towards me to try and grab me. I panicked and evaded him, but at a wrong movement I must have slipped, because the next moment I felt a hit on the back of my head and the last thing I remembered was the cold stone floor touching my skin. My mind, as well as the world around me, faded away in darkness.
I woke up to some periodically beeping noise. It was pitch black and my head ached slighly. I recognized the smell that filled in the air. It was my sweet Natasha. Why is she here in the black of the night? Or where am I actually, what is this noise?
I tried to sit up, but it was too sudden that I almost threw up.
"Careful, lie down! Don't need to hurry! I am so happy that you are awake."
It really was Natasha. Her small but strong hands pushed my chest back. I am so happy to hear her voice, whatever is going on. I realized that she was crying a little, but with happiness.
"What is the problem, Nati, what is happening? Why aren't you sleeping, or where are we?"
"Sleeping? It's just 3 p.m, babe, it's about time you wake up. Your mother and me are switching each other for four days now, waiting for you. I'm so happy to have you back, girl."
Is it 3 p.m.? I opened my eyes, surely, many times now but everything is still dark around me. I can't actually see anything, this room, my hands, or even Natasha. I started a faint cry as I came close to a realization.
"So I was sitting here, guarding you, sleeping beauty, and decided to make something for you in the meantime that may cheer you up. I know, and it is clearly visible that you started your muscle journey. So I made this little notebook you can use as a muscle journal if you wish. You can note down your thoughs about your new lifestyle as you become my stunning muscly goddess. If it depends on me, you will have quite a few stories about it."
"Nati..." my voice chuckled and I was nearly unable to speak from the shock. "Natasha, I can't see you. I can't see a thing!"
