Homecoming 1 -3

[UnholyDk1103]

Waves of nostalgia washed over Mike as he roamed the Old Main Building on the campus of his alma mater.  It was his first return to his old campus since he had graduated fifteen years ago, and he felt a sense of longing for days gone by.  He had planned to meet a few old college buddies, hit some of the old haunts, maybe catch the Homecoming football game, and generally act like a kid again.  He smiled at the thought of his wild weekend to come, and checked his cell for word of the arrival of his buddies on campus.
Killing time, Mike began strolling through the tree-lined campus, his eye wandering over several pretty college girls.  At 6’1” and 225 lb of still-buff manhood, his handsomely rugged looks had the younger ladies considering him as he passed.
None of the nubile young coeds had exactly what his tastes drifted toward, however, so he paid them fleeting interest as he walked through the campus.  His feet led him to one of his frequent student hangouts: the old rec center.  Vastly outshined by its newer successor across campus, the aging facility was still used by nearby students who didn’t care for the walk, especially on a blustery fall day like today.
Wandering through the entrance, his feet traced their steps to the weight room as if his college days were yesterday.  Mike had spent many a night in this place training for his shining collegiate achievement:  the inaugural bench-press championship.  He and a group of his friends had the idea of putting together the contest, and the proceeds supported a local orphanage they had visited while doing community service work.
He remembered playing with the children who had no families of their own.  One of his fondest memories was to hold out his arms and the kids would hang on while he spun in a circle, the children laughing as they swung.  He was so impacted by the experience that he had since volunteered as a Big Brother to several children after college.
Mike felt like he stepped back in time when he walked into the old weight room:  the sights, smells and feel of the place instantly transporting him back.  He noticed on the wall there were fifteen plaques just like the one that still hung in his study back at home, and he walked over to look at the plaque that bore his name, and the photo of him and his friends in the gym above it.
“God, I look like a baby,” he murmured.
“Heh, hardly,” said a voice from the far end of the room. 
Mike glanced back and saw a young woman sitting at the far end of the weight room, mopping the sweat off her brow.  She had just put her warm-up jacket on, and stood to approach him.
He smiled at the blonde, who stood surprisingly tall, her easy smile making her dazzling beauty that much more apparent.
Wow, he thought, a six-footer… and pretty.
She was a fresh-faced young woman with Nordic features, and her mid-back length hair was pulled into the standard workout ponytail. The intriguing motion he saw under the warm-up outfit as she approached him suggested her figure was fantastic. 
“Are you talking about then or now?” he said, looking back at his picture on the wall.
“You’re Mike Kovaček!” the young woman said excitedly, standing extremely close. “You and your friends started the bench contest. It is so awesome to meet you!”
Mike laughed.
“I never thought that would vault me to celebrity status,” he said, and noticed that her interest level had skyrocketed once she recognized his face.  “Do you know people who compete in it?”
She chuckled lightly.
“Yeah, look,” she said, and led Mike to the plaques at the end of the row. “I know her.”
Mike looked at the last five plaques, and his eyebrows shot up as he realized that all of them were won by women… or, more specifically, a woman. “Wow!” he said.  “Is that you?”
“Yep!” she beamed. “Six years running!  The newest one is on its way from the store!”
He turned and shook her hand on impulse, and her eyes lit up as their hands touched.
“When we decided to have it go co-ed, we never thought women would be interested, as much as we tried to get them to sign up.  That’s fantastic… Katie,” he said, recalling her name off the most recent plaque.
“Well, I was really motivated to compete in this event,” she said, her eyes boring into his.  “I was a resident at the Roselia Ward Home.”
Mike would have reeled backward if his hand was not still captured in Katie’s surprisingly strong grip.
“Oh my God!  Really?  When?” he said, gob smacked.
“I got there in ’93 at five-years-old and left in ’99 when I got adopted.  You and your friends used to come and visit twice a month.  It was the highlight of my life back then,” she said, her eyes bright.
Mike barely had time to open his mouth when Katie pulled him strongly into her arms and gave him a hug that squeezed the air out of his lungs like a bellows.
“I can’t believe I am meeting you now!” she gushed.
Mike was having trouble processing this.  He must have visited this girl and played with her as an orphan better than fifteen years ago, and now she’s crushing him in her arms like an old soda can!
“Wow… Katie… I’m just blown away.” He wheezed, and she let him go, her face blushing a pretty shade of pink.
“Oh, I’m sorry!  I’m just… I’m really excited!” she said.  “You were like my hero growing up!  I can’t believe it!”
She gave him another excited hug, and thankfully Mike was prepared for this one.  She tightened her arms around him again, but he was able to brace so that she didn’t collapse his ribcage.  As it was, he still felt truly incredible pressure, and a surprisingly large amount of soft breast flesh.  He was ashamed to find himself getting aroused in spite of his misgivings at her age, and the fact she was one of the orphans he used to visit.
He put his arms lightly around her, feeling the hard curves under the warm up jacket, and tried to calm down, but his hands tracing over her back made it impossible.
Get a hold of yourself, Mike, he admonished himself, she’s half your age, for God’s sake!
He gently disengaged from Katie’s enthusiastic embrace, and her eyes burned into his like a rock groupie.  He had to admit, it felt really good to have her rapt attention.
“Katie, I am so amazed!” he said, not knowing what to say.  “I am really proud of you that you’re the reigning women’s bench champ!  I’m glad I could have had that impact on you.  How many women did you beat out to win it?”
Katie looked at him, confused for a moment, then her face brightened.
“Women’s bench... oh! No, there weren’t any women,” she said gaily.  “I always seem to be the only female entrant.  You should have seen the looks on the guys’ faces that first year when I signed up.”
Mike looked at her, then at the wall.  Sure enough, there was only one series of plaques denoting bench champions.  He was fully expecting to see a men’s and women’s series.  He was even more blown away!
“It’s kind of a bummer, though; the number of competitors has dipped in the last two years.  I think it’s my fault,” Katie said, looking a bit downcast.
Mike came back to his senses and looked at her, concerned.
“What do you mean?  Are the guys sexists?  They didn’t do anything crude, did they?” he said, upset that his event might now be ruined by guys who were less than considerate.
“Oh, no, nothing like that.  I think I discouraged people from signing up because I haven’t had anyone get close to me for the last three years.  I think guys get discouraged when women win like that,” she said.
Mike did a double take.  She’s beating men on bench by leaps and bounds?  Katie said that so matter-of-factly that Mike was again taken aback.   He had to struggle to not become even more excited than he was from her hugs.
Jesus, Mike! He admonished himself again.  Calm down, big guy!
Katie stood, staring directly into Mike’s face, searching for a reaction to her statement.
“That is unbelievable, Katie!  You’re that far ahead of the pack?” he said, dubiously.
Two of the guys he planned to meet this weekend were also co-founders of the competition, and he wouldn’t put it past either of them to put this pretty young lady up to this, only to hop out of the broom closet in the hall and yell “gotcha!” or something. 
He felt like he was being punked for a second, but didn’t want to tip his hand and say anything on the off-chance that Katie really was a superwoman on bench.  He hoped against hope that that was the case. She did feel really hard when he touched her….
“Mmm hmm,” she said proudly.  “I beat the nearest guy last year by two 45-pound plates!”
“Ninety pounds…” Mike’s voice trailed off.  “Can I ask you how much you put up to win?”
Katie smiled at him, seemingly oblivious to both Mike’s growing suspicion and his growing arousal. Her eyes shone with pride as she faced the legend of her youth.
“Hey!  Do you want to work in a few sets?” she said, ignoring his question.  “That would be so awesome!  I did upper body yesterday, but I would love to pound out a few with you!  You’re the reason I started working out in the first place!”
“I’m not exactly dressed for it… oh, what the hell?” he said, and took his fall jacket off, showing his chiseled upper body in a tight-fitting t-shirt.
Katie looked approvingly at him as he hung his jacket on a peg on the wall.
“Wow, Mike, you still keep in great shape!  What are you benching these days?” Katie asked, working her arms in circles.
Mike turned back to her, more than mildly interested to see her shed the warm-up jacket, but she didn’t make any move to take it off.
“I work with 335,” Mike said, not wanting to brag.  “But I don’t hit it as hard as I used to.  I think the years are catching up to me.”
Katie’s eyes lit up.
“Wow, 335,” she said, and Mike felt a momentary swell of pride. 
Maybe the competition had slacked off in the years since he was in college.
“That’s awesome, Mike,” Katie said, then got a bit shy.  “May I ask you how old you are?”
“I’ll be 36 in November,” Mike said.
Her eyes lit further.  He was half-expecting them to go incandescent in a minute.
“When in November?  I’m on the 20th,” she said, pulling her arm across her chest to stretch her triceps.
Mike couldn’t help but notice that her arm displaced a lot of the amazing breast flesh he had felt earlier. As her arm pushed tightly into her chest, he almost felt like turning away.  His libido was making him feel like a dirty old man.
“I’m on the 26th,” he said.
“Huh,” Katie said turning away from him.  “You’re like 1.5 times me in everything.  35 to 23.  26th to 20th.  I’ll have to work 1.5 times as hard, I guess.”
Mike started to chuckle, but it died in his throat when she unzipped her warm-up jacket.  She had on a white, long-sleeved UnderArmor-style shirt that clung to her like a second skin. What was under the shirt made Mike’s mind go blank.  Her body was unbelievable!
“Geez!” Katie exclaimed, and rushed past Mike to close the doors to the weight room.  “It’s like sub-zero in the hall!  They really need to fix the heat in this building.”
Katie ran over to the door, pushing it shut, and Mike heard a click.  He followed her incredibly muscled back to the door with his eyes with a stunned look on his face.  She turned to him, and he thought he’d died and gone to Heaven!
If Mike thought her back was awesome, he was absolutely blown away by Katie’s front.  She was absolutely shredded with muscle!  Her arms were simply huge, with nicely separated biceps and triceps.  Huge veins traced over the peaks: God, they were so massive, even unpumped! Her shoulders likewise were huge balls of corded muscle, with clearly separated heads, leading into bulging traps that stood out thickly as they led into her neck. As she moved, her muscles rippled over her body in a dance of sheer power.
She walked toward him, and he could see the contours of her heavily muscled torso as it strained the skin-tight shirt.  The bumps and ridges of thick abs and obliques pushed through the fabric, and he could see every single muscle group as her movement stretched the shirt to its limits.
And to top it off, she had a huge set of breasts, which didn’t make any sense.  How could she be so muscular and still be that stacked?  Worse still, the cold was having the obvious effect on that fabulous chest, as thick nipples poked through like the shirt didn’t exist. 
Mike’s, and he zoned out, staring at Katie.  She smiled lightly and stopped in front of him, the enticing jiggle of her big chest making his mouth go dry.
“Are you okay?” Katie asked innocently, her breathing becoming more rapid.
Mike’s face began turning several shades of red.  He quickly turned and dropped to one knee, fidgeting with his shoe.
“Oh, um, yeah, I’m okay.  I just realized I was staring.  I’m sorry, you’re so much younger than me… I’m probably freaking you out.  Sorry.  I don’t want to come across as some dirty old man.”
Mike realized he was rambling, and looked down at his shoe as he retied it.
A pair of women’s sneakers entered his field of view, and he glanced up.  Katie was startlingly close, her warm-up jacket slung over her shoulder.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m guessing you don’t run across girls like me too often.”
Her voice was different from her previously enthusiastic tone, but Mike couldn’t quite pick up what it was. 
“I’m not freaked out or anything,” she said quickly,  “Really!  You don’t have to be embarrassed. Heck, you’re the guy who got me into lifting in the first place!  I feel like I’m meeting Arnold Schwarzenegger or Joe Weider or somebody.  I hope I’m not embarrassing you by gushing like a teenager.”
Mike’s blush deepened as he fidgeted with his shoelace, double-knotting it to keep from having to stand and show his obvious arousal.
Hell, he thought, I’m acting like a nervous kid around her.  What the hell is happening to me?
Mike had always been supremely confidant around women.  The combination of his good looks and his buff physique always seemed to have appeal with the ladies, but he seemed out of his depth around this stunningly-built woman.  He took a breath, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, and stood, ready to take his medicine as an old pervert.
Katie spared his dignity by turning around and walking over to hang her jacket next to Mike’s.  She cast a furtive glance at Mike’s crotch as she turned, but he was too embarrassed to meet her eye.
He didn’t have that problem as she walked away, and his eyes were drawn to her awesome body. She seemed to be putting a little more swing in her hips than she had when she closed the door.
“I’m such a slob in this room.  I’m here so much, sometimes I feel like it’s mine.  I should follow your example,” she said as she placed her jacket next to Mike’s.   
Mike recognized the reprieve for what it was and turned away to fix his pants, trying to hide the telltale bulge as well as he could.  He pulled his shirt out and tried to be as nonchalant as possible about the still-visible sign of his excitement.
Katie meanwhile was fighting to control her own arousal.  Mike Kovaček … here!  She had thought about trying to get his address or number from the Alumni Association for a while, to thank him for getting her through some really rough times as a kid.  She never felt right it, though, and thought he might think her some kind of stalker.
Her childhood consisted of the harsh conditions of the orphanage, where the bigger kids would bully the smaller ones.  Since she was young when she went in, she was fair game to the older, lifetime wards of the state, and their bitterness was felt well by the smallest, especially the newbies.  Mike’s visits dulled that pain, though.  He seemed larger than life to her, a tall, handsome hero who kept the bullies at bay, if only for the duration of his visits, and all of the kids clamored for his attention, even the older jaded ones.  The first time she onto his strong hand as he swung her around was like a revelation to her.
From that moment onward, she made it a point of waiting for him when she knew he was coming, first at the door to greet him or his friends, always disappointed if it wasn’t him.  Her schoolbooks were decorated with his name in a million different styles, and Michael Alexander Hanson was so omnipresent, scrawled on any avaible surface of her little cot and chest in the orphanage that she got the moniker Katie Hanson.
After her adoption, her new parents quickly discovered in their mid-thirties blasé professional detachment that having an eleven year old child, with her orphanage quirks and mannerisms wasn’t the rosy picture of adoptive childhood they had idealized, and she had barely managed to convince them not to take her back by promising to do anything and everything around the house to make their hectic professional lives easier.
As a reward for her servitude, for it could hardly be called a familial relationship, her adoptive parents indulged her eagerness to exercise, and her adoptive father, a physician, agreed to buy her a set of DP concrete weights and a cheap bench that lived in the corner of the basement that was her playroom.  She took to the weights with a passion, and her emptiness for a family was filled with her desire for “Big Mike” as her mind had christened him, to come sweep her off her feet.
The years passed, and her physical gains became truly extraordinary.  Her adoptive parents were barely there, and she became a latchkey kid as soon as it was legally possible, between her physician father and her lawyer mother, they saw each other maybe 20 waking hours a week.
The first time her adoptive father actually paid her enough attention to realize how hugely fit she had become he nearly fell over.
“My God, child, what  have you done to yourself?” he asked, incredulous.  They barely spoke after that.
Her adoptive mother could care less.  A workaholic, she paid enough mind to her daughter to make sure she had money for school clothes and groceries, which Katie primarily ate.  Her parents often ate at the office or elsewhere, and, for all practical purposes, behaved much the same as they had prior to having adopted a daughter.
The years dulled the edge of her slavish worship to Mike, but it never quite faded.  It informed her
collegiate decision, and she applied to the College of Sports Studies and Exercise Science, and totally astonished her professors with her prowess.  She received a partial scholarship, and took out a staggering amount of loans, her parents “teaching” her the value of education by refusing to pay for anything.
Katie shook herself from her reverie as she watched Mike nervously try (and fail) to be nonchalant in disguising his arousal.  Now he was here… right here, in the same room… and he looked so good!  Not exactly like her fantasies… he looked even better now with the added maturity to his features she decided.  She had looked at the old yearbooks she found in the library so many times, at his images in the weight-lifting club and his graduation photo, and felt the old familiar stirrings of her infatuation come rushing back.
She caught herself staring at his chiseled back, and cast a quick glance at the mirrored wall that helped lifters work on form.  His body in profile looked fantastic, she thought, and she could still see the sizable sign of his excitement.  She found herself thinking naughty thoughts about this much older man and her breathing quickened.
Meanwhile, Mike desperately tried to relax his own onrush of nasty thoughts about this young woman with the most incredible body he had ever seen.  The gym he trained at had some competitive bodybuilders, but nothing close to her!  He figured she had to compete herself with her amazing development.  She was in the same class as the heavyweight bodybuilders he watched on television… no, she was even bigger… by quite a lot!  She was the biggest, most cut woman he had ever seen, in person or otherwise!  Standing next to her incredible body made Mike feel small.
Mike started his own stretching and limbering for a few sets on bench.
“Um, hey, Mike,” Katie said, struggling to keep her voice casual.
She surprised herself at being able to approach her childhood hero like this, when what she really wanted to kneel down and bury her face in his swollen crotch.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“Can I… can I give you some advice?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, turning toward her.
“I’m working on a master’s in exercise science, and one of the latest studies shows that if you’re going to exercise cold, general stretching and warm up doesn’t really help at all.  It actually hurts by sapping energy reserves.  It’s best to warm up on the exercise you are going to do: like bench warm ups for bench.  I was doing a little stretching myself because I am more or less done with my workout for the day.” 
She looked down at her feet, then back up to his face, and said hastily, “Not that I’m telling you how to work out or anything.  I know you’ve been doing this since I was an infant.”
Mike laughed.  She seemed more nervous around him than he was around her, so maybe they both just needed to relax.  The advice was sound, though, and he was hardly surprised that she majored in exercise science, with that body.
“No, please,” he said.  “I never studied exercise science.  I got my degree in business, but just like to work out.  You are definitely the expert; I’ll take all the help I can get.”
Katie visibly relaxed a bit, and walked toward the bench.
“So Mike, what do you want to warm up with?” Katie asked Mike, and he started from the nearness of her voice. “I’ll put the bar together for you.”
“Go ahead and recommend a starting weight for me,” he said.  “I’ll use whatever technique you do, since you got such incredible results.”
She blushed, but he could tell the compliment worked as her face brightened.
“Okay!  So here’s how I warm up for bench:  I do three progressive sets, in a 6, 4, 2 rep sequence, from 50% of my current weight all the way to 90% for the last set.”
She thought for a second, then loaded a 45-pound plate and a 15-pound weight on each side of the bench bar.
“Here, this is 165, so it’s right around 50% of your working weight.  I’ll spot you.”
He almost gulped to think about this incredible woman so close to him as he benched, but caught himself.  He almost told her he wouldn’t need a spot at such a light weight, then bit his tongue. 
Mike eased himself down on the bench, and Katie moved in close, closer than Mike would have thought she would for a spot.  He caught the scent of Katie’s body, as she had just finished her workout.  The mixture of sweat, her natural body scent, and the light perfume or body wash she used was intoxicating to him, and he had to struggle to keep his libido in further check.  She wasn’t making it easy.  He thought for a second she was going push her crotch right into the top of his head!  His thoughts of being a dirty old man were replaced with thoughts of this luscious young woman in his arms, and he decided to let fate cast the die for him.
Damn, man, he thought, just go with it.  She’s gorgeous and obviously old enough, and oh my God that body!  She must have seen how I’m reacting to her, so if something happens, then it happens… damn, Providence, please let it happen!
Mike couldn’t help but gulp as her scent washed over him, mingled with another, new scent he picked up from his proximity to her womanhood… arousal!
Oh Holy Hell!  His mind screamed.  YES!!!
“Are you ready?” she asked.  “Just ease it off and do six nice slow reps. Wait until I’ve reloaded the bar, then do the 70% as soon as you’re ready.  I’ll just keep putting the weight on until we get to your working weight, and you can do them with as little pause as you want.  It’s not like we’re really going for gains here anyway, right?”
Not exercise gains, Mike thought as he put his hands on the bar.
“Here, I’ll give you the full personal trainer experience,” Katie said, surprising herself.  “I’ll move your hands on the bar for maximum chest isolation.”
She put her hands over his, caressing the backs on his hands.  Mike’s libido engaged in earnest, and there was no hiding it now, untucked shirt or no.  He just had to trust that what he thought he was picking up on was what was really going on with her.
“There,” she said, moving her hands to hover over the bar, and her voice took on a huskier timbre. “Go for it.”
Mike pushed the bar up off the rack and did six easy reps, then cradled the bar quickly.
“Nice.  Good form,” she said, and pulled the 45s and 15s off the bar. 
She replaced the 45s with 100s.  Mike watched her amazing body in awe as she moved, her incredible muscles thickly bunching as she easily hefted the 100s one-handed onto the bar.  Mike
held the bar so it didn’t tip when she slid the plates into place.
“Okay, here’s 245,” she said, moving back into her spot position, her body even closer.  “It’s a little over 70%.”
He felt the fabric of her warm-up pants brush against his head from her closeness, and was nearly fully erect now.  There’s no way she couldn’t have noticed.  Her hands rested lightly on the bar, and she put them right next to his.  The contact was pleasantly distracting.
Mike pushed the bar off the cradle, working through his set of four with a little more effort.  He started feeling a little burn from pushing the heavier weights up.  He finished his set and put the bar back in the cradle.  Katie pulled her hands off, brushing them over his as she did.
“Excellent,” Katie said to him, and he looked up at that incredible body.  Her breasts were so big, he couldn’t see her face when she stood tall above him, but she bent forward quickly to look at him after the set.
The look on her face told him he wasn’t imagining the sexual tension that was building. 
“You have fantastic form, Mike,” she said, and he could see the faintest flush on her face.
She walked away for a second and loaded the bar with two 25s.  She slipped the plates on the bar with one arm on each of them.  Her arms moved easily, as if she didn’t have 25-pound weights in her hands.
“Wow, you really muscle those 25s around.  You don’t look like you’re working in the least,” Mike said up to her, the arousal obvious in his voice.
 
“Thanks.  I have been working out for a long time,” she said, her voice husky.  “I’ve gotten pretty strong.”
 Mike almost squirmed on the bench, as she moved in so close to spot him that her big thighs pushed into the top of his head.
“Okay, here’s 90%.  I want to keep your pump going.  Feels good, doesn’t it?” she said, and put her hands right over his, then moved them to spot position just inside his grip.
“It feels fantastic,” Mike said, and felt her legs tremble slightly as they touched his head.
“Mmm hmm,” she said above him, her voice almost a moan.
Mike pushed the 90% weight off the rack and readied himself for the lifts. He felt Katie’s solid legs rub against his head, and thought he would drop the bar for a second.  He pushed up the first rep, brought the bar back down, and as he extended his arms up for the last rep, and Katie surprised him by lifting the bar right out of his grip and cradling it for him! 
That was 295 pounds!  He thought, in shock.  She just lifted it out of my hands like it was nothing!
“Oh my God,” Mike moaned under his breath.
Katie laughed softly above him.
“Come on up and take a little break,” Katie breathed, and he could hear the excitement in her voice.  “Shall I rub your neck and shoulders?  It will help get the circulation going.”
“Yes… please,” he said.
She had her hands on him so fast it was apparent she wasn’t going to wait for him to say yes.
“I do this for all the people I train,” she lied kneading his shoulders in her strong hands. “Mmm, that’s it.  You’re getting pumped now.:
Part of me is fully pumped, gorgeous, Mike thought.
Katie’s hands felt heavenly on his shoulders. Mike let out a little moan at her touch, and Katie ran her hands over his shoulders down to his arms, rubbing them gently, more gently than a normal invigorating massage. Her full breasts pushed lightly against the back of his head as she leaned over bar to reach his arms.
She let off and Mike felt light-headed from her body touching him. Damn, was she getting him wound up!
Katie quickly moved to load the bar to his working weight, replacing the 25s with 45s, and Mike took some deep breaths to calm himself.  His cock felt like it was going to rip through his jeans.
Katie moved back in to spot, and pushed her legs firmly into his head.  She had her legs parted slightly, and he resisted the urge to lean back and press his face into her crotch.  The scent of her arousal was stronger now, and he could swear he saw what looked like dampness on her warmups! 
Oh my God, he breathed softly.
“I’m enjoying spotting you, Mike,” Katie said, and he felt her legs tremble again.
“I would definitely love to have you as a workout partner,” Mike said back, ready to escalate things.
“Definitely,” she repeated, and slid her legs against his head. “Okay, big guy, show me what you’ve got.”
Mike pushed the bar up of the cradle and went through a clean set, wanting more than anything to show this girl what he could do.  He felt the weight of her eyes on him, and noticed her breathing had quickened.  Her hands were on the bar, touching his, and she looked so deeply into his eyes that he thought he would drown in their sea-blue depths.
His mind swam as he pushed the bar up for the set, and again, she pulled it upward and cradled it. He sat up, and he could feel her big body behind him.
“Great set,” she said and her hands went back to his shoulders.  “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?”
“Am I ever,” he murmured, aching for her touch on other places than his shoulders.
“Do you want to finish two more, or do you want me to work in?” she said.  “If I do, it might take some time… well, nah, I already did upper body yesterday. I’ll just work with your weight.”
“Okay,” Mike said, and they switched places.
Katie laid her big body on the bench and put her grip extremely wide, quite a bit wider than Mike’s.
“Don’t mind me,” she said. “I’m just testing out a theory that I have for my thesis.”
“No problem,” Mike said, and placed his hands lightly on the bar next to hers.
She looked up at him and flashed him a dazzling smile.
“Come on in a little closer,” she said, and Mike hesitated, not wanting to put his erect manhood right next to this young lady’s head.
“Really, I don’t bite,” she said. “Not on the first workout date.”
Mike laughed, still nervous, but knowing she already checked him out, so he figured the only way he was going to get anywhere with her was to go for it.
Heck, he thought, I have to be in by now, or we wouldn’t be playing around like this.
Mike brought his body close until his legs touched her head like she had done to him.
“Yeah, perfect,” she said, looking up at him.
Her eyes glanced quickly at his crotch, then at the bar as she focused.
“Okay, I’m playing around a little bit, so keep a good grip on the bar, can you?” she asked.
“Sure,” Mike said. “I won’t let it drop on you.”
Katie pushed the bar up off the cradle, and brought it down to just above her full chest.
“Um, I hope you’re not… embarrassed… but I’m sure you saw I’m pretty big up top. I can’t go through full range of motion unless I bring the bar down on them. If that freaks you out, you can just hover your hands over the bar if you want. I promise I won’t think you’re a dirty old man, Mike.”
“No, if you’re okay with it, I promise I won’t get any enjoyment out of it,” Mike lied, looking at her face.
Katie laughed and lowered the bar deeply into her huge breasts, taking Mike’s hands with it. They practically engulfed the bar and his hands, and he resisted the urge to let go of the bar and grab her marvelous breasts instead.
Katie eased the bar up slowly, hardly looking like she was working at all.  She eased through her set, each time holding the bar on her chest for a lingering moment, driving Mike absolutely crazy.
She knows she’s driving me mad, he thought, I can see it in her eyes.
“Did you see what I was doing?” she asked up to him.
No, he thought, I was too busy coming in my fucking pants!
“No, what did you do differently?”
“When I was going through range of motion, I was curling with my forearms to isolate different groups in my arms.  I saw it on some light weight, high rep sets I was doing as an undergrad.  It seems to isolate parts of my forearms that wrist curls and grips don’t seem to do.  I was planning to lift heavy like this and document the results for part of my thesis on multiple muscle group isolation effectiveness versus targeted isolation.”
“Wow, you can curl your wrists with 335 on the bar?” he asked, amazed.
“It was tough, but I got the set out.  Three hundred thirty-five pounds is a lot for my forearms.” She said.  “Come on down.  Sorry they’re taking a little longer than straight bench presses.”
Mike noticed she didn’t say anything about 335 being a lot for her chest and triceps, though.
“No problem,” he replied. “Like you said, it’s not like we’re going for gains tonight.”
“No. No muscle gains tonight.” she confirmed. “Maybe other gains.”
“Yeah,” Mike said. “I am gaining a lot just by watching your form.”
“I’m glad I could show you a thing or two, for all the motivation you’ve given me,” she said with a smile.
“I’m hoping you show me even more,” he said. “I have a feeling you’ve gone way past me. I doubt there’s anything else I could ever do for you.”
He wasn’t sure if she would catch the innuendo , but she seemed to be tossing around some of her own, so he figured he’d go for it.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure,” she said, sitting up from the bench.
He started heading for the bench, then paused and thought he’d try his luck with something.
“Hey, are you sure you don’t want me to rub your shoulders like you did mine?” he asked.
“Oh!  Okay, if you want.  It does help,” she said, smiling up at him over her shoulder.
God, he thought, that smile could melt Antarctica.
“Sure, what are friends for?” Mike said, and put his hands on Katie’s traps, starting like she did with him.
“Yeah, there are definite benefits to working out with a friend,” she said, the connotation unmistakable.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he kneaded her muscles… or tried to!  He could barely dent her rock-hard traps with his hands!  He squeezed as hard as he could, but only the tiniest dimple showed up on the skin under his fingers.
“Oh, that feels good, Mike,” she said, “I can feel my muscles loosening up already.”
She has to be joking, he thought.  It’s like massaging granite!
Mike’s cock pulsed against his pants at the feel of her muscles.  He leaned over the bar, working outward to her solid shoulders, tracing over the individual heads one at a time, and then down to her amazingly huge arms.  His position gave him a fabulous view down her shirt, the normally high collar pushed way out to reveal her deep cleavage.  He worked her muscles until his fingers ached, and she gave him that incredible smile again. 
She stretched her big arms up, arching back and taking a deep breath.  Her breasts rose high off her chest, and Mike’s eyes riveted to the spectacular sight.
“Mmm… perfect,” she said. “I could go for another hour of that, but we need to get you down here before you lose your pump.”
They switched places, and Mike lay back on the bench, staring up at that incredible body.  Katie brought her legs in tight again, and actually moved them farther apart, bringing more of her massive thighs in contact with him.
“I’m going to give you a little more challenge by adding a little resistance with my body, okay?”
“Sure,” Mike said, reeling from the additional thigh coming into contact with his head. 
He noticed the dampness on her warm-up pants was even more pronounced.  He again fought the urge to lean back and attack her pussy with his mouth.
Going for broke, Mike asked: “Hey, are your legs getting hot in those pants?”
Katie leaned down to look at him over the huge swell of her breast.  She had the most lascivious smile on her face
“Yeah, they really are. Hang on a second.”
She moved out of his sight and he heard her shuffling around. When she returned the pants were gone. In their place was a tiny, insanely tight pair of exercise shorts that clung to her hips like the shirt did her upper body. They covered none of her legs and, as she came in close, he was glad they didn’t.
As he figured, Katie’s legs were just as astounding as the rest of her body. Her huge, thickly muscled thighs tapered down to her knees, with amazing definition. Every single muscle group was clearly separated, and the thick striations were absolutely massive. He was sure her calves were just as amazing, and vowed to check once he was able.
“Wow, your legs are incredible!” Mike said.
“Thanks!” she said.  “Can’t neglect the lower body. I have to say, I like working lower body even more than I do upper body. I was doing calves right before you came in.  Here, look.”
Katie lifted her big leg and moved it right over Mike’s body, between him and the barbell.  Her calves were huge and deeply cut, with the individual heads so cleanly separated he could put his finger between them! They were massively pumped and covered in a fine network of veins from her workout.
Mike brought his hands up to her calf before he realized he had done it. 
“Wow, they’re hard as a rock!” he breathed.
“Yeah, I worked them hard tonight!” she said, her breathing quickening with his touch.  “That feels good, Mike. Maybe I can get you to massage them after our sets on bench.”
She let Mike run his hands over her calf for a while longer, then removed it from his grasp, planting her leg on the floor.  She parted her incredible legs and slid them against his head, and the feel of her bare skin made Mike nearly come in his pants.  He wanted more than anything to turn his head and kiss her thigh, but he held strong, enjoying the merciless tease from this sexy young woman.
The other thing that her opened legs did was blast Mike with the scent of her arousal. He moaned involuntarily, and felt her legs tremble against his head. He thought he heard a similar moan come from Katie. They must have both been going crazy with lust.  Then it hit him… it was another sort of bench competition. He was definitely up for it!
“Any time you’re ready Mike,” Katie said in a strangled voice.
Mike pushed the bar up, and immediately felt Katie’s added pressure.  She seemed to be using only her wrists to apply any pressure, but even that felt significant to him.  He saw her thick forearms blow up hugely as she curled her wrists and pushed down.
Mike worked through the first five reps, but the rest were starting to make him struggle.  He got to the last with shaking arms, and finally cradled the bar.
He started panting from the hard set, and Katie leaned down to him, her face fully flushed.
“That was a great set, Mike!” she said, her voice sexy as hell. “I really felt you working at the end.”
“Yeah, you are inspiring me to work so hard!” he said.
“I can definitely see how hard you’re working,” she said, the innuendo blindingly obvious. “I am excited to work you even harder!”
“I would love for you to push me until I explode!” Mike said, unable to help himself.
“Oh, I will,” she said and leaned toward him with a sly smile, “but it’s my turn first.  Why don’t you put some resistance on me for my set?” she said, and her legs slid back from his head as she walked around the barbell.
“Sure, how much do you want?” he asked.
“As much as you want to give me,” she said with a wink.
“You got it, gorgeous,” he said, and she held her arm out to help him up.
She pulled him easily to his feet and laid the most intense kiss on him he had had in a long time. It lingered well past both of their pumps had vanished, and finally broke, leaving them gasping.
“Wow!” Katie gasped. “That was even better than I hoped!”
Mike thought he was going to fall over from the sensation.
“I think you’re going to kill me Katie!” he said.
“I would never kill you, Mike,” she said, still reeling. “I couldn’t bear not having another kiss like that.”
That was all the segue Mike needed, and he leaned into her. Their kissing resumed in earnest. Their hands started wandering, and Mike felt Katie’s hands reach his ass and pull him into her, rubbing his hardness on her. His hands wandered to the outer slopes of her huge breasts.
“Ooh,” she moaned. “Let’s hurry through the last sets!”
“Okay…” Mike said, completely distracted by Katie’s unique blend of hardness and softness.
They kissed for another ten minutes, then disengaged. Mike had the hardest time letting go of her amazing breasts.
“Okay, we really need to finish,” they said simultaneously.
After another ten minutes of kissing and fondling they actually managed to part enough for Katie to lie on the bench.
“Wow, I need to catch my breath,” Katie said, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her huge chest rose and fell, mesmerizing Mike as he watched her amazing curves move.
She stared up at his rapt expression and let him enjoy himself for a minute, then moved her arms up to his thighs, pulling them to either side of her head.
“You look a little distracted,” he said with a sly smile.
She chuckled, shaking her huge breasts for his benefit.
 
“Very,” she said. “I wonder what could be causing it? Normally when I work out I’m really focused.”
“I have no idea,” he said and she turned her head toward his thigh, planting a kiss on it.
“I had the exact same idea when you first put your legs against my head,” he said down to her.
“We would never have gotten this far if you had,” she said up to him. “Are you ready to ‘spot’ me?”
“I’m dying to do it, Katie,” he said, placing his hands next to hers. He didn’t close them around the bar, in preparation for pressing down against her lift.
She brought the bar up off the cradle and down to her incredible chest. Mike couldn’t help but press his palms into her huge expanse of flesh, his fingers spread wide to feel her amazing globes.
She smiled up.
“If you can push down hard enough to keep your hands there, you can enjoy them as much as you want,” she said with a naughty smile.
“Ooh, I smell a challenge,” he said, and leaned hard over the bar, sinking his hands deeply into her breasts.
“No… it won’t be much of a challenge,” she said with a wink. “Are you ready?”
“So ready, Katie,” Mike said, and braced as Katie pushed up against him.
The bar started rising slowly upward from her marvelous breasts, and Mike pushed down hard against it.  Amazingly, it continued to rise, even though Mike did everything but lay atop the bar! He pushed as hard as he could, but nothing he could do could stop the bar’s rise.
“Wow!  You are so strong!  I was all but standing on that bar!”  Mike breathed.
“Yeah, I told you,” she said, smiling up at him. “I’m working a little lower tonight than I usually do.”
“How much lower?” Mike said, dying to know.
She smiled enigmatically, but didn’t answer. She went through the rest of her reps the same way, and Mike could do nothing to prevent her from lifting the bar. She finished her last rep, then cradled the bar.
“Your turn, big guy,” she said, and lifted up off the bench. “I’ll give you one last resistance set, then we can even the odds on my last set, okay?”
“Yeah,” Mike said in a daze, still amazed at how strong Katie was. “You’re not going to tell me what you bench, are you?”
“Nope!” she said with a smile. “But I’ll let you guess on my third set.”
“Fair enough,” Mike said, enjoying the tease.
They kissed again briefly and switched places. Katie brought her legs so far over Mike’s head that he could have stuck his tongue out and licked her shorts.
“I like how you spot me,” he breathed.
“I’m glad. I thought you might, from the huge erection I’ve seen all night.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think it was too well hidden.” Mike said, a bit embarrassed despite all of the playful banter.
“I’ll help you hide it when we finish our sets,” she said.
He brought his hands up and rubbed her huge thighs on either side of his head, eliciting a moan from Katie as she brought her hands down over his.
“You know, you say stuff like that and it makes it tough for a guy to focus on his lifts.” He said, feeling the incredible hardness of her gigantic thighs.
“I know how to motivate you,” she said, her voice sexy. “I’ll push on the bar with one hand, and if you can finish your set, I’ll do my last set topless. Deal?”
“How can I resist that, as cold as this damn gym is?” Mike said, and reluctantly pulled his hands off her thighs.
“I think you might be a sadist,” Katie said with a smile. “The headlights are already on!”
Mike laughed, looking up at her huge nipples poking out of her shirt. He put his hands on the bar and lifted it off the cradle. It felt quite a bit heavier now, since Katie had made him work so hard to finish the last set. He dropped the bar down to his chest and started to push, Katie’s single hand resting lightly on the middle of the bar. She had to lean down to reach the bar, and her pussy was so close that he couldn’t help but rub his face on it.
A jolt went through her body as if she was electrocuted, and her huge thighs tightened on Mike’s head so hard that he saw stars. His hands involuntarily came off the bar on his chest and shot up toward his head.
“Holy hell!” he yelled as he put his hands on her huge thighs.
He heard a clank and Katie backed away from him.  She had her arm extended in front of her as she backed off, like she had just….
“Oh, sorry! Are you okay?” she said, alarmed. “You took me by surprise!  Sorry!”
Mike tried to sit up, holding his head, and knocked it against the barbell, now back in its cradle.
“Oh, Mike!” Katie almost wailed, and rushed around the bar to him. “Are you okay?”
She said sorry about twenty more times, rubbing Mike’s forehead where he hit it, trying to keep it from swelling up. She held his head to her chest as she rubbed the knot that was slowly rising.
Mike swam in a sea of emotions as his head rested gently against Katie’s massive bosom.  His thoughts went back to the barbell… it was on his chest when he let go, but he never felt any of the massive pressure from that kind of weight on his chest… then he cracked his head off it, and it was CRADLED when he sat up… and she backed off with her arm extended like….
Like she had just cradled a 335 barbell with one hand! Mike thought, barely able to make sense of the world, both from his head aching, and the sea of flesh surrounding it.
Mike nestled his head into her big breasts, the pain a small price to pay for such a wonderful cure!
“I’m feeling so much better now,” he said after a few minutes, his voice muffled by the huge mass of breast flesh pressing against his face.
“You’re silly!” she said, and squeezed his head into her chest.
“Mmmm,” Mike moaned burying his face in her abundant bosom.
“Miraculous recovery,” Katie cooed down to his head, barely visible against her. “You like this therapy?”
“Are you kidding?” Mike said, and his head was tossed around from her light laughter.
“Maybe I can write my thesis on breast suffocation therapy for reducing swelling,” she said.
“You may have to rethink your thesis, Katie. I think this therapy induces swelling!”
She reached down to Mike’s cock.
“You’re right!” she said, then gasped as her hand ran down his shaft. “Oh my God, it’s so big!”
“The better to please you with, said Grandma,” Mike said, and his head shook again from her laughter.
“You are crazy, Mike!” she said. “But the Big Bad Wolf better watch out, because Little Red Riding Hood might blow his house down!”
She pulled Mike to his feet and they kissed again, driving each other crazy with their teasing foreplay.
“God I have to finish this last set!” she said. “You forfeit yours due to head trauma.”
Mike laughed at her statement, but the twinge of pain he felt from laughing made him think she was onto something..
“Okay, I forfeit. I can barely think straight after having my face buried in your shirt anyway.”
“That’s what I like to hear!” she said. “Now I want you to close your eyes while I load the bar for my last set.”
“Oh come on,” Mike protested gently. “You’re killing me with the suspense!”
“I just don’t want to freak you out,” she said. “Go ahead.  I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Oh, alright, you tease,” he said and turned away from her.
“It’ll be easier if I pull the barbell off the bench,” she said and he heard her lift the barbell with 335 on it like it was a paperweight.
“It just amazes me how strong you are.” Mike said.  “Just give me a hint.  How much are you going to put on the bar?  Four and a quarter?”
“Nope,” she said, and Mike heard a clank as she loaded a plate on the bar.
“More?”  Mike asked, incredulous. Another clank
“I’m not telling.  You’ll see soon enough!” she said, punctuating each sentence with another heavy clank.
“You are such a tease!”
Clank.
“Yep!” she said, and he heard one last clank as another plate slid into place.
“Humph!” he heard her groan and then a heavy bang as the barbell settled back onto the bench cradle.
He felt her arms on his shoulders, and Katie pulled him back into her big chest. She moved her hands up to his eyes and covered them.
“I’m going to lead you over to spot me, but you can’t open your eyes until I tell you,” she said.
“Okay,” he said, playing along.
She maneuvered him by twisting her body, her big cushy breasts steering him to the bench as she kept his eyes covered with her hands.
She pulled away from him, and he heard her move around and settle onto the bench.
“Okay, you can open your eyes,” she said from below him.
Mike opened his eyes.
“OH MY GOD!” he exclaimed, shocked at the sight in front of him.
Katie was lying on her back again on the bench, and the barbell that hung over her head was enormous. Three one-hundred pound plates lay on either side!
“Six hundred forty-five pounds?!?” Mike yelled. “Are you kidding?”
“No,” she said, a bit surprised at his voice. “Is that too much for a girl?”
Mike felt like he was going to pass out. The tide of hero worship definitely turned in this relationship!
“So much…” he moaned, looking down at Katie with awestruck eyes.
“Are you okay?” Katie asked softly.
“God, am I ever!” Mike said, and a broad smile crossed her face.
“It gets better,” she said. “Come on in and give me a spot.”
Mike moved in to put his legs on the side of her head.
“There’s no way I can stop that weight, you know that, right?” Mike said, nervous.
“I know, but I’ll be okay,” she said. “Are you ready?”
Mike gripped the bar tightly, fully expecting her to need him to help hoist the massive barbell off the cradle, but surprisingly Katie did it all by herself.
“You don’t have to grip it, Mike; I’ll be okay,” she said. “Just rest your hands on top, like you did on the last set.”
“Are you sure?” he said, looking down at her.
“Yeah. I’m okay, really.”
Mike opened his tightly clenched hands. 
Six hundred forty-five pounds!  He thought, in total shock.  I never heard of a single woman ever who did this much!  Hell, the weight that gave me my championship plaque was 545!  And she’s going to work with 100 pounds more?  No way!
She brought the huge bar down to her chest, and again Mike’s hands pushed down onto her breasts.
“Mmm,” she said. “I can’t wait until there’s nothing between your hands and my boobs!”
“Me neither, but you need to focus, Katie,” Mike said, deadly serious. “If this thing falls on you, it’ll kill you!”
She snorted and pushed the bar easily off her chest!
“What… what… you just….” Mike stammered, totally stunned.
“I need you to do resistance again, Mike,” she said up to him, her eyes scanning his face.
“You’re kidding….” He said in a small voice.
“No, Mike. This isn’t my working weight.  I need you to help me get there,” she said, her voice as soft as Mike’s. “Mmm, get me there, Mike.”
Her legs rubbed together as she looked up at him. He could see the desire in her eyes, burning as brightly as his own.
“O-okay,” he said, stunned.
“Take a second,” she said, waiting for him to relax.  The barbell simply hung over her head as she watched his face, like that tremendous weight was easy to hold there….
 “Are you ready?”
“Yeah….” Mike said in a daze.
“Here we go,” she said, and lowered the barbell to her huge chest. “Put some weight on it, Mike.”
Mike leaned into the barbell and pushed lightly against it, afraid to put any more than his lightest effort into it. Katie focused and pushed the bar slowly off her chest, smoothly pushing the huge weight to its apex.
“Oh, come on!  I think a baby could have put more weight on the bar. Really push, Mike!”
She brought the bar down again, and Mike leaned forward over Katie.
God, she’s inhuman!  Mike thought. How is this possible?
Mike felt the bar rise off Katie’s chest, and he put more effort into it, but Katie was still able to lift the barbell to full extension.
“You’re going to have to try harder, Mike. As hard as your big beautiful cock! God, it’s so close, I could just lick it all the way up to the tip! You have to try harder or I might think you don’t try hard in other things… you wouldn’t want that, would you?”
“Katie… it’s so much weight. I don’t want to hurt you,” Mike said, worried about her.
“Hey, honey,” she said, and he got a chill from her calling him that. “I promise you won’t hurt me at all. You can’t hurt me. I’d cross my heart right now if I could. Really push, Mike… please?”
“Okay, if you’re sure….” Mike said, still unsure himself.
“I’m sure.  Okay, tell you what.  I won’t do a full set, just this last rep.  But you really have to push, okay?  Go all out.”
Mike took his hands off the bar, and for a second, Katie was worried he wouldn’t put them back on. He shook his arms out, took several deep breaths, and put his hands back on the bar.
“Okay, I’m ready.” He said.
“Good!” she said, relieved. “Here we go. Last rep. Push hard, okay?”
She brought the bar down for the last rep, and Mike leaned hard into her, pushing his hands deep into her huge breasts.
“Yeah, that’s it,” she moaned. “Get ready to be amazed, Mike. I want to knock your socks off! I want to show you just how strong this body became, all because of you.”
“You already have, Katie. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“Yes, I do. I want to show you just how much you’ve done for me, and then I’m going to show you everything I want to do for you!” she said, looking into his eyes.
Katie started lifting the bar off her chest and Mike leaned hard into it, putting everything into it short of hanging off it. Katie was definitely working now, he saw, but she was still pushing the bar up. He locked his arms and leaned into it with his full body weight, and he saw her forehead bead with sweat.
“That’s it,” she said, and he could tell it wasn’t easy like her previous sets. “Get ready, Mike!”
He felt the bar push up against him, and his mind reeled. He started going up on his toes!
“Oh my God….” He moaned, more turned on than he ever had been before. “I can’t believe it!”
“Get ready to be converted!” she said, and gave a mighty shove, lifting Mike’s feet right off the ground!
He rose slowly to the full extension of her incredible arms, the full weight of his body hanging off the bar over her head! Six hundred forty-five pounds, and his 225!  He could feel her arms shaking the tiniest bit, but the look on her face was so exultant, he knew she wasn’t maxed.
“You’re not even close to your max, are you?”  He breathed.
She smiled at him and shook her head.
“Tell you what” she said with the tiniest bit of strain in her voice, “I’ll bring the bar back down, and you come around and straddle my body. Then push down that way. You do that, and you’ll see what I can do.”
Katie brought his body back down, stopping when his crotch touched her forehead.  He let go of the bar and walked around, throwing his leg over her waist.  He sat there for a second on her hard abs, his breathing heavy from his arousal. She lifted up a little and looked at him, her eyes bright.
“Come on up,” she said.
Mike moved up her body until his thighs were touching her big chest. He felt her body shiver as he traveled up her incredible torso, and he pushed his hands down on the bar, his fingers sinking into her breasts.
Katie lifted the bar up just off her chest.
“Are you ready, Mike?” she said.
“I’m ready,” he said, curling his fingers around the bar and locking his arms straight.
“Have a nice ride,” she said as she lifted up, bringing the bar slowly to its apex. Mike’s body rose off her, rising smoothly all the way up. She repeated the lift until she got her full set and kept going, benching the huge barbell - and Mike - over and over.
“How many do you want me to do, Mike?  Whose arms do you think will wear out first?” she said as she benched the impossible weight until he thought he was going to pass out. 
She cradled the bar with Mike still hanging on it, and he waited for her to slide out from under him before dropping back down.
“Katie… oh my God!” he moaned.
Before he knew it, he was on his knees next to her, feeling her huge arms, gigantic from their pump. He started kissing her triceps, rubbing his face over them, encircling her hugely swollen upper arm with his hands. He squeezed her huge arm, unable to move it, and Katie smiled down at him as he worshipped her arm.
“I think you’re a believer now, Mike.” She sighed. “God, I love that. You can worship my big strong arms all night. God, you’re so hot!”
Mike barely heard a word she was saying. He had found his ultimate fantasy woman… in his old alma mater weight room.
This always has been a special place for me, he thought as he nuzzled his face into her arm. 
“Do you remember when you came to Roselia Ward… what you used to do?” Katie asked, looking down at him.
“Yes,” he said, kneeling at her feet.
“Give me your hands,” she said, holding out her hand to him.
Mike reached up and put both his hands over her one hand, and she raised her big arm, lifting Mike off the ground. He brought his legs up and hung from her big arm.
She held his 225 pounds out at arm’s length, and he looked up at her with awe.
“It’s like everything has come full-circle.” She said with a huge smile. “I’ve been waiting for this day since I was a kid!”
Katie raised her arm up until she held it high over her head, and Mike’s body pressed against her, his face inches from hers.
She wrapped her other big arm around him and brought her hand down, putting his hands around her neck. She pressed him tightly into her big chest and he kissed her with white- hot passion. His toes barely touched the ground, but they hardly needed to with her incredible strength. His weight was nothing to her, and she held him easily as he pressed into her full chest, their bodies not even touching from the sheer massive volume of her chest.
“So, Mike, do you still like hanging around the weight room after all these years?  Has it changed much?” Katie said into his face, hers flushed with a joyful, enthusiastic passion.
She arched back a little, throwing her shoulders back, and his body lifted up slightly, his entire body weight hanging off her huge bosom.
“Now that our sets are done…” she giggled breathily, letting Mike slide down off her big breasts, “.....or, MY sets are done, I was thinking I could show you one more exercise I saw on the Internet. It’s sort of a co-ed one. Here, let me show you.”
She knelt in front of Mike, and he was practically shaking with unabashed lust for her heavenly body.  She got his shoes and socks off in a flash, then pulled his pants off, and his big cock popped out of the fly of his boxers, about slapping her in the face.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “It’s the Loch Ness Monster!”
Mike was past even laughing at her little jibe at his manhood. He was just dying to have this unbelievable woman any way he could. And it looked like he would find out right here in the weight room what she could do.
“Mike… I’ve never… I’ve sort of been… saving myself… but I want to please you so much… let me do my exercise with you. I know you’ll like it.” She said up to him, her innocent eyes blazing with her own lust.
“Katie,” he said, feeling guilty. “I only want you to do what you want to do. I would never ask you to sacrifice anything for me… hell, I couldn’t make you if you didn’t want to. Do whatever you like with me.”
“I want to do this… so badly, Mike!” she said and curled her hands around his hips.
Katie stood, lifting Mike in front of her in her hands and lifted up her massive arms, bringing Mike to the height of her head with absolutely no effort.
“Can you put your legs over my shoulders?” she said up to him, her young face pleading.
Mike lifted his legs up from the circle formed by her massive arms, and rested his calves on her hugely muscled back.
“Katie, you don’t have to do this to me if you’re uncomfortable,” Mike said down to her.
She smiled, looking slightly embarrassed and her twinkling blue eyes creased with unspoken laughter.
“I’m a virgin, Mike, not a nun,” she said, and took Mike into her mouth like a pro!
“Oh, holy… Jesus, Katie!” Mike said, more loudly than he would have liked. 
The occasional shadow drifted past the frosted glass of the weight room doors, and they both
paused in shock as the knob turned, jiggling in the door.
She took Mike’s member out of her mouth, briefly.
“I locked the door when I hung up my jacket, hope you don’t mind.” she whispered up to him, then winked and took him back into her mouth.
“Katie… hey, Katie.  We’re going to lock up, but you can get out the side door like you usually do,” a voice called through the door. “Good night!”
“Mmmph,” Katie said, popping Mike’s member back out of her mouth, “Thanks, Jim! Good night!”
Mike, meanwhile had grabbed Katie’s wrists, holding onto them for support as she held Mike in front of her like he weighed nothing. His mind was utterly blank except for the sensation of hanging from this incredibly powerful woman’s arms and having her take his cock in and out of his mouth.
The lights in the hallway outside the door went out, and Katie went down on Mike with a fevered urgency, sliding her lips along his length about halfway due to his size, working her tongue over the underside of his member.
Mike almost fell backward, but Katie walked over to the wall and eased his body into it.
“Hang on Mike!” she slurred around his cock, and bobbed her head on it like a machine, her strong traps swelling up from the effort.
He had to feel them!  He leaned forward on her hands and put his hands down on her huge muscles, rubbing them as his body rocked, awash in the powerful sensations her mouth awoke in him.
“Mmm… mmm…mmm…” Katie moaned rhythmically as she bobbed her head on him.
She started getting her arms into it, moving Mike’s body back and forth in her powerful arms, his back bumping lightly against the wall behind him as she sucked him off. Not once did she falter or slow, and she hefted Mike’s solid 225 pounds in her arms without a sign of tiring. Her delts rose to monumental heights from the workout, and her arms swelled with unfathomable power, pistoning Mike back and forth.
The tidal wave of arousal rose as Mike’s body spasmed uncontrollably, and he leaned down to her head, coming with cataclysmic force. Katie felt his sudden tension and angled Mike’s body upward. She bent her head back and shoved his body hard into her face, ramming his cock into her mouth like a sword swallower. Her hands slipped around to tighten on his hips, and she pushed up with those incredible arms and raised and lowered Mike’s body as he came and came down her throat, pumping his seed directly into her throat from the angle she maneuvered him to.
He hung limply, high above her, his legs draped almost over her head, and she lifted up, pulling his spent member out of her mouth. She held him high, licking the underside of his sensitive penis, and he twitched in her arms, half unconscious from the sheer power of the sensations her fellatio induced in him.
He barely heard her gulping down his semen below her, and she bent forward slightly, shrugging her shoulders to slip his dangling legs off her back and over her forearms. She leaned his back against the wall, and took her hands off his hips, resting his body weight on her forearms as she gently cupped his ass and lowered him to the floor.
Mike’s legs gave way as more weight was placed on them, and Katie squatted down with him, guiding him to the floor. He was so totally relaxed he thought he would pass out.
“Oh, what a workout!” she whispered into his ear, and his semi-conscious eyes fluttered. “Oh, my dumb shirt ripped at the shoulders. No biggie, it was getting too tight, anyway.”
It took Mike nearly five minutes to recover from her astounding blowjob, and when he did he realized she had moved him to the bench, the gigantic barbell right above his head.  She was leaning on it, looking down at him with starry eyes.
“Let’s head back to my place. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve!” she said, walking around the bench and putting him on his feet.
She went back to the barbell and heaved it out of the cradle and walked over to where the weights were kept, angling the bar down and dropping the plates one at a time, alternating on either side to keep the bar somewhat balanced. She moved as the plates slid off onto the thick mat so they didn’t drop on each other, then bent down and set the empty bar on the floor.
Mike watched her practiced technique with fascination for a moment, then moved around the room, reassembling his clothes. One of his shoes didn’t survive Katie’s enthusiastic removal, but he could care less; he’d hop back to her place if he had to.
Katie looked down at the weights strewn across the floor, then turned and walked toward Mike.
“I’ll get those tomorrow. Would you like to come open up the room with me?  I usually get here and set things up for the other students around 8:30.”
“Sure,” Mike said, finally finding his voice. “Katie, I… you are so… amazing!”
“Thanks!” she said brightly, practically giddy, “You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about doing that! My roommates are going to freak out when I bring you home!”
“Let’s go, Katie!” he said, melting into her arms. “I can’t wait to see what else you can do!”
“It’s going to be a long night, Mike!” Katie said as she threw the light switch, bathing the weight room in darkness.  “And I know you're going to love every bit of it”

Michael Alexander Kovaček was wiped out after an incredible evening of sexual gymnastics. Katie, the young powerhouse who handily bested him in the weight room of his old alma mater's Rec Center was the reason. The couple had adjourned to her dorm room for the most astounding sex he had ever had. Well, everything except sex. He doubted his feet touched the floor for more than a minute since he stepped through her doorway! She did everything to Mike except that one act, but the entire encounter was so incredibly erotic, he was totally satisfied nonetheless.
She slept beneath him with the most contented smile on her face. Mike was contented, and completely exhausted, but unable to sleep a wink. His irrational fear was that this amazing woman would disappear, a figment of his fevered imagination. Her body was very warm, but, aside from her astoundingly large breasts, it was so unbelievably hard everywhere, even at rest! It felt like he was sleeping on the concrete floor of her dorm room, except the curves beneath his still-aroused body were definitely not something one would find on the floor.
He began to rub her huge arms lying to either side of his body. Her chest was so broad he had to reach far around it and her breasts to reach them. Katie’s smile broadened as he caressed her smooth skin, his hands rising high over the mountainous swell of her biceps to reach her shoulders. She shifted in her sleep, a small movement, but she was so powerful she nearly tossed Mike off her strong body. He went from caressing her arms to holding tight to stay atop her. Her massive breasts shifted with as she did, and Mike had the arousing experience of riding high atop them as they moved.
Before she drifted off, Katie pulled him down on top of her when they finished their fun, and, after kissing for what felt like hours, pushed his body down her incredible physique until his head was buried in her breasts.
"I don't have any extra pillows," she had told him with a naughty smile. "I hope these will do!"
 
They more than sufficed! He felt like he was surrounded on all sides by her huge fleshy globes as his head lay buried in them. That evening, the most erotic experience he had ever had, and he was not a man of few conquests, was crowned by his wondrous resting place. She was by far the most busty any of the women he had been with. He normally dated rather small-busted women, considering the level of physicality he desired in them, but he now realized just how much he had missed by being so selective.
Mike’s cell buzzed from his pants pocket, just out of arm's reach. He climbed gingerly off Katie's amazingly hard body and retrieved his phone, tossing the pants back down onto the floor. He sat lightly on the edge of the bed and read the series of texts he missed.
555-1456 8:15 pm Dude, where the fuck are you? We were supposed to meet hours ago!
555-1456 9:15 pm  You're starting to scare us. You okay?
555-1456 10:30 pm What the hell happened to you? I tried your home number and nothing. I hope you didn't wreck coming here!
The little screen was reading 10:31 pm... was it really only two hours since he got to her place? It felt like a day and a half! He felt like h'd been running one long marathon, and Katie was doing most of the work!
He tapped out a quick message to his worried friends.
Mike 10:32 pm Guys, you wouldn't believe what happened to me. Met the most incredible woman at the Rec earlier tonight! You guys have got to meet her! I'll catch up with you tomorrow morning. Maybe we can get together for breakfast. How about Erma's at 7:00?
It wasn't a minute before his phone buzzed again.
555-1456 10:34 pm You asshole! You missed some serious nostalgia at the College Saloon tonight. It figures you'd jump on a piece of ass on our fun weekend. If she's as hot as you're claiming, definitely bring her tomorrow! Does she have friends?
Mike  10:35 pm Hey, I'm not the one who used to hit on every warm body with tits, Jack! This woman is hardly a "piece of ass"!  There was NO WAY I was passing her up! She is my wet dream made real! I'll only bring her if you guys promise to be GENTLEMEN.
555-1456 10:37 pm You're fucking kidding! Is she some sort of fitness competitor or a bodybuilder? How the hell did you bump into someone like that here? And yeah, we'll behave ourselves. Cam is nodding his head. He says to bring her friends. I second it.
Mike 10:39 pm I didn't plan it... she was working out in our old weight room at the Rec! She's a student, getting her masters in exercise science! And it gets better. She has won the bench contest we started for the last SIX YEARS! Can you believe it? She's beyond spectacular! But here's the real kicker: she was one of the orphans we used to visit over on Poplar Street! It's so freaky it blows my mind! She told me that when we went over there it was the highlight of her life at the time.
555-1456 10:43 pm Holy shit, Mike! One of the Ward House orphans? Dude, that's creepy! She must've been mooning over you since she was a kid! That sounds like a horror movie script. Stay away from the shower!
Mike 10:45 pm She's unbelievably fantastic. Nothing creepy about it! She's sweet, and stacked, and ripped like you wouldn't believe! She makes me look like I'm anorexic, and I'm still hitting it pretty hard! Not like you, you slob!
555-1456 10:48 pm  Oh fuck you Mike. Not all of us have such a cush job that we can work out whenever we want. We'll meet you tomorrow. Enjoy yourself.
His cell was lifted out of his hands. He heard Katies nails tapping out on the keys.
Mike 10:52 pm Hi Jack, this is Katie. He WILL enjoy himself! He has no choice! I look forward to meeting you guys tomorrow. I'll see if some of my quad mates want to come. I'm hoping you're all as classy as Mike is!
There was a pause before the response. Mike looked at Katie and chuckled nervously.
555-1456 10:56 pm Oh, hi Katie! Cam and I are more gentlemanly than you can imagine! You just caught some of our guy talk, sorry. We'll see you both tomorrow. Friends are welcome, the more the merrier. Have a good night.
Mike 10:56 pm A VERY good night. Bye!
She tossed Mike's cell down onto his pants and pulled him into her arms.
"Your friends seem nice. I'll invite a couple of my roomies if they want to go. I hope the guys aren’t expecting some sort of hook-up service," she said, looking at him archly.
Mike tried to deflect her thought from his friend's innuendo.
"None of us had any expectations for the weekend except football and some reminiscing. Jack and Cam are good guys. We're pretty much old enough to be your parents. Frankly I'm surprised you would even think of being attracted to an old fossil like me."
Katie wasn't having any of it. She flexed her gigantic thighs under Mike's ass, and he rose several inches on her mountainous quads. She looked up at him with a sly smile.
"Ha, Mr. Smooth! You know I was practically drooling over you from the moment you walked into the room, Mike!" she said with a coy smile, then her voice softened. "I'm just glad you didn't think I was a creepy horror movie villain."
She held back her urge to laugh as his eyes showed his embarassment at Jack's text.
"Oh... um, you saw that, huh?" Mike said, red-faced. "Sorry! Jack sometimes talks before he engages his brain. I'll be sure to keep that to a minimum tomorrow."
"It's okay," she said, "he seems harmless enough. I can see how he would get some bad vibes. I never wanted to come off as some sort of stalker. As much as I've wanted to contact you all this time, I didn’t because I figured you'd be married with a family. I didn't want to seem like some pathetic lovesick kid to you. I mean I - I'm not, but I... I looked up to you for most of my life, Mike. It’s kind of sad, but I’m not going to lie."
The conversation was casting a pall over the fantastic time they had earlier, so Mike tried to steer it back. He put his hand on her cheek, and she leaned into it with a sad smile.
"While we’re making painful admissions… Katie, I WISH you had called me years ago!" he said. "As sweet as you are, I'd have jumped at the chance to have met you. Not to mention your unbelievably awesome bod! You're like my dream come true!"
She brightened at his words, and Mike saw a rekindling of the evening's earlier fire.
"Hey, I remember back in the weight room there was talk of a massage... does that still sound like fun?" she asked shyly, surprising for the woman who took charge so forcefully earlier. "I could use some attention to the guns. I hit them so hard yesterday!"
She cocked her big right arm and it swelled so hugely Mike was again struck with wonder. Every time he saw them his disbelief renewed. They were so gigantic!
"Oh, wow... ah, um, absolutely! So much fun! On one condition," Mike said, staring.
"Name it," Katie said, flexing again, watching Mike’s face as her bicep rose even higher.
"I get to massage YOU first!" he said, and Katie laughed.
"Okay!" she said. "But I can't promise to keep my hands off you while you're working."
"Oh, honey, with the pampering I'm going to give you, you'll be totally relaxed. It's my mission to loosen up those amazing muscles. They never feel any softer than granite!"
She chuckled at his admiration. He seemed to be as enamored of her as she was of him!
Katie cocked her arm again, watching his face respond. She felt the rush of excitement, just as strongly as in the weight room, that tingling in her stomach, and farther below.
"What, these little things?" she teased. "They're not so hard... feel."
Like a moth to the flame, Mike's hands drifted to the high peak of her bicep. Both of his hands cupped together were unable to span the massive muscle!
"Oh, God," he moaned. "If this isn't hard, then I don't understand the concept!"
Katie sighed at the feeling of his hands on her skin. She was interested in exploring the concept with him as well, but not his arms.
"Mmmmm... you can touch me as much as you want, Mike," she said, her breathing quickening. "I saw your text about liking women with... fit bodies. I got really excited when I read it. I could be considered pretty fit, don't you think?"
"Are you kidding?" Mike breathed. "You are so beyond 'fit', I don't even have a word to describe it. Supreme, maybe? Still not good enough. There's no one word that describes
such strength and beauty. Perfection? Nope. I'm amazed other guys aren't killing to be with you!"
"I don't care about other guys Mike, just you. And you don't have to kill anyone to have this." she said, and pumped her arm a few more times, feeling his hands rise as the huge ball of muscle grew dramatically. "You just have to be... gentle with me, okay? I don't date a lot, and you... you know you have my heart in your hands... don't you?"
Mike stopped focusing on her massive arm to look at her. Her face looked so vulnerable. She almost didn't seem like the same woman who was benching twice his max without breaking a sweat. It was hard to believe that she had any amount of doubt in her body. Hell, she was like an unstoppable force of nature. She could chew him up and spit him out without even trying!
"Katie, I'll never hurt you," Mike said, looking into her pretty blue eyes. "You are THE woman as far as my preferences go, not to mention you could break me in two! I can't be anything less than yours. I'll make up for all dates you didn't have before. That's a promise!"
"I would never break you, Mike," Katie said, "I've never harmed so much as a hair on anyone's head. Never! Even the kids who used to pick on me back at Roselia Ward, I never fought with them, as much as they probably deserved it."
She suddenly leaned into Mike, putting her considerable weight against his chest. Her arms went around him and she held him tightly. Those magnificent breasts spilled onto his lap as she leaned forward, and he immediately became aroused by the contact.
"Please don't hurt me, Mike!" she said into his chest. "I couldn't take it! I'm sorry I've been gushing over you like a dumb kid. You can do anything to me you want. This whole situation, it's been so unreal! You've been the guy of my dreams for as long as I can remember. I... I've loved you since I was eleven years old!"
Mike lifted her thick upper body up to look her in the eye. Jesus, she was heavy!
"Katie, honey, I think you've been in love with the idea of me," he said gently, "but maybe you’ll see that you can love the real me instead. I’m far from perfect."
Mike wrapped his arms as far around her incredible back and shoulders as he could, but couldn't touch hands by at least a foot. He held her tightly.
"I promise Katie, I won't do anything but try to make you happy."
Her hands slid down to cup his butt, and he felt himself leave her massive thighs as she sat upright. She lifted him with her back only, and didn't look like she was straining at all! Just how strong was this woman?
"And I'll do the same, Mike!" she said, tilting her head up to meet Mike's lips with hers.
They stayed in the embrace for a long, passionate moment, Katie holding Mike effortlessly in her powerful arms, barely seeming to notice his weight.
"I know how much you like this... I can feel how excited you get when I show off for you! I want to excite you more than you've ever been before, Big Mike!"
Katie emphasized “big” by rubbing his stiff cock against her rocky abs, then flexed her amazing biceps and curled Mike's body upward, so smoothly he could barely believe it.
"Hang on, big guy! I'll see if I can't get you ready for Round Two!"
"Katie, I am beyond ready, but I'll never get enough of how strong you are!" Mike said as he put his hands down on her huge traps, flexed hard as she pushed his body high. "Your incredible strength, it's like a drug for me! I've met some strong women before... honestly, I seek them out when I date, but you are so far beyond anyone I've ever met I can barely believe my eyes, and I've seen, and felt, what you can do!"
Katie lifted Mike up in her arms until he was high above her, held up by her hands on his butt like she was holding a tray of fruit, not a 225 pound man! She smiled up at him with a mixture of lust... and something new. It looked like supreme confidence. She seemed to be enjoying her vast physical superiority, or maybe Mike's reaction. Maybe both.
"I'll make you a believer!" she said excitedly. "Tell me what you'd like to see me do! I'll bet I can do anything you want! More! I want to blow your mind!"
"You already have," Mike said in a daze. It was like 225 pounds was so light that she didn't even strain at all, no matter what she did with him! "That is such a tempting offer, Katie! You're fulfilling every fantasy I've had since I was old enough to have them! I'd really like to see what you can do, but right now I'd love to pamper you like you've never been pampered before!"
Mike felt her arms trembling when he said that, but he suspected fatigue wasn't the cause.
"Oh, Mike! I'd love that," she said, and lowered his body back down until he knelt between her parted thighs. She still held him, but no longer supported his weight.
She picked him up so easily! And using individual muscle groups, and no swinging, no momentum, nothing! Her power was utterly mind-boggling… just her shoulders or arms, so casually that he knew she wasn't anywhere close to her max. Maybe not even close to her working weight!
"Go ahead and lie down, gorgeous," Mike said, coming out of the fog her power had put him in. "I'll do the work this time. Just relax and let me take care of you."
Katie stood majestically before him. He held out his hands and they slid down her chiseled abs as her body climbed slowly upward. He rose after her, and she pulled him into her massive chest. His toes barely touched the floor as she held him in her arms, kissing him so desperately his head swam from the sheer force of her sexuality.
She let him slide down her curvy body until his feet were firmly on the floor, gazing into his eyes lustfully. He returned her gaze, then let his eyes wander down to her marvelous bosom as it pressed against him, even though his face was a foot away from hers! Her
huge pecs supported her breasts astounding size, and they stood proudly, as if gravity was unable to overcome her awesome might. The effect was staggering to Mike.
It took him some time to find his voice as he looked back up to her eyes. She was so sexually charged that it almost felt like a physical force pushing against his body, not just her chest.
"Would... would you like me to start with your front or back?" he asked, flushed with arousal.
She took a deep breath, drawing his eyes back to her swelling chest. Her breasts against him grew steadily more forceful as her chest swelled to nearly unbelievable proportions. It actually pushed his body back as it slowly grew before his awestruck eyes.
She watched the amazed look grow on his face with pride. Her body, so feminine, yet so strong, like Mike himself had espoused when she was young, was having the most wonderful effect on him. She felt like she was going to come just from watching his overwhelming reaction to her.
Her chest kept swelling until he was pushed back several inches. She must have drawn in nearly twice his lung capacity! She breathed out, looking sexily at him. His legs were shaking.
"Where would YOU like to start?" she asked him, taking his hands in hers.
"If... if I start where I want to start, I'll never get to the rest of you!" he said, his voice a whisper.
Katie's arousal grew even greater. He was actually trembling! She was having such an effect on him... maybe even as much as he had on her! Her body trembled right along with his.
"I don't mind, if you promise to make it up to me some other time," she said, with that fetching shyness in her eyes Mike saw earlier. The humble Goddess. His dream made real.
"I'll make it up to you as much as humanly possible!" he said, and Katie pulled his hands into her breasts, moaning as his hands spread wide to hold as much of her gigantic globes as he could. They looked so tiny, like child's hands against them, and he could palm a basketball!
"If this is what you want, then here is where I want you to start," she said with a gasp, and held his hands to her breasts as she dropped slowly down to the bed, pulling Mike down with her. He knelt next to the bed, and she stretched her spectacular body on the mattress, the springs groaning from her weight. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, lifting her monumental arms up over her head.
Mike paused a moment to drink in the full effect of her naked splendor. It made the greatest works of art pale in comparison to his eyes. Every curve, every inch of her skin,
was like a series of divine brush strokes, painted in the most perfect medium ever created.
His hands drifted over her breasts, caressing them for what felt like hours, while Katie moaned and sighed. She placed one huge arm under her head so she could look at Mike's eyes as he touched her. Her other hand moved discretely to her sopping wet pussy, gently probing her womanhood as her arousal rose to stratospheric heights.
Mike couldn't get enough of their sheer perfection, their feel, the look of their fullness as they moved under his hands. They were every bit as spectacular as the rest of her sculpted physique, maybe even moreso. He finally couldn't take any more and pressed his mouth to her engorged nipple, taking in the turgid flesh. His moan of sheer rapture echoed hers, and her hand moved from behind her head to hold him to her breast. Katie’s other hand touched her womanhood more vigorously and barely any time passed before she came with a soft cry. The hand on Mike's head pushed his face so far into her breast that most of his head disappeared. He barely noticed as he tended to the sensitive nipple in his mouth. She shuddered with the sensation and held Mike's face to her breast, relishing the feeling of him against her.
"Oh God, Mike!" Katie moaned as she came down from her climax. "That was so wonderful..."
Katie took his face in her hands and brought him up to her waiting lips. She kissed his face everywhere in a furious flurry. Mike lay across the massive breast he so recently ravished, most of his body still off the bed. He received Katie's passion with an exultant smile, his face flushed. He was so enraptured, nothing but her registered to his senses. She was his world.
Katie moved one hand off Mike's face and down his body until it was under his crotch. He felt her cup his genitalia, surrounding it, then her big arm swung upward, lifting his entire body off the floor and resting him on top of her! Her hand began stroking his penis gently once he was settled atop her heaving breasts.
Mike's eyes went wide with her seemingly effortless feat of strength. She hoisted his body weight off the floor with a single arm!
"Oh my God Katie!" Mike said, swooning. "You are so unbelievably strong!"
Katie was still panting from her recent orgasm, and a light sheen of sweat made Mike's contact with her body that much more exhilarating. Her eyes shone with their own light as she watched his face.
"Oh, did you like that?" she teased, still breathing hard. "Silly me... of course you did. Would you like to feel more? There's more where that came from... so much more! All for you, Mike!"
"God, yes!" Mike gasped.
"Okay, let me feel where...." she said, distracted, sliding her hand up off his cock and pressing firmly against his lower abs. Her hand probed around underneath him, in the
area of his pelvis, pushing gently upward every so often as her hand moved around. "Aha! There... got it!"
"Got wha-" Mike said, stopping mid-sentence as his hips lifted right off Katie's body. "Whoa!"
She flexed her mighty arm, and her huge bicep curled Mike's entire weight off her body until she had her forearm pointing straight up, her hand spread out, holding his body up like he was a serving platter at a restaurant.
"Your center of gravity," she said up to him, her eyes smoldering. "Can you balance?"
Mike wobbled for a second as he held his arms out and spread his legs, his toes touching to either side of her calves. Her arm held perfectly steady, as if it were made of stone. He couldn't quite get to the point where he felt perfectly comfortable, even with Katie's fingers spread wide to hold him. He was barely able to think as he witnessed her unbelievable power.
"No?" Katie said up to him. "That's okay, hold onto my wrist. That should work."
Mike brought his hands down, wobbling a little more, until his hands encircled her wrist.
"There, that's a lot better," she said. "I can't feel you moving around at all. Would you like to bend your legs up and get the full effect?"
In a daze, Mike bent his lower legs above the plane of his body. His toes barely touched the mattress before, so Katie was easily able to compensate for the shift in his center of gravity by angling her hand slightly. She didn't even seem to notice when she did it.
"Isn't this too heavy for just one arm?" Mike moaned, knowing the answer, but needing to hear it from her. His cock was more erect than he had ever felt it.
"Not even close... watch this," she said, and her huge deltoid flexed, lifting her upper arm off the mattress. Mike's body swung around slowly as she rotated her hand from pointing at her toes to pointing at her head. She moved her arm off the side of the bed, bringing Mike's body down to the height of her bounteous chest as she moved his hips to be just above her shoulder. Mike wanted to touch her muscles so badly as she hefted his weight without so much as a grunt of exertion, but feared he'd fall off without his hold on her wrist.
"Oh my God Katie...." he breathed.
She laughed lightly beneath him.
"I think that's about the hundredth time you've said that tonight!" she quipped. "You must be very religious!"
"I am now!" He said, and she moved his body around a little more. She cocked her arm like she was doing dumbbell presses. Mike never felt like a dumbbell until that night.
"Okay, you're ready for take-off, Mike!" she said, pushing his body upward.
"This is nothing to me, Mike, you should know that," she said, watching the awestruck expression on his face; she brought his body down and smoothly powered him back up with barely any effort. "I was benching you AND six hundred forty five pounds earlier. I barely feel your weight. Do the math... that's over four hundred pounds per arm, right... about four-thirty. That's almost twice as much as you weigh, and I wasn't remotely close to my max tonight. The bar I had on the bench was too thin to handle that much weight; it would have bowed right in the middle. The plates would have crashed down and torn up the floor mats; probably the floor, too. I have to take care of your weight room. Well, my weight room now. No... our weight room. The director of the Rec gave me responsibility for it, so I need to love it like it was my very own. And I do love it, Mike. Very much."
The entire time she was talking, she was doing reps with Mike's body and chatting to Mike like he weighed nothing at all, dramatically demonstrating her point!
She lifted Mike to her arm's length again, and held him there.
"There, that's twenty," she said, not even breathing hard! "Low weight, high reps... sculpting 101. Oh my, I think you appreciate my little light workout! Wow... I think it's bigger than it was in the weight room...."
Katie reached for Mike's painfully erect manhood and suddenly got a funny look on her face. She stopped, holding Mike halfway back down to her big chest. She swung Mike around slowly until they faced each other.
"Um, Mike… do you like it when I talk to you like this?" she asked hesitantly as he looked at her. He had the most worshipful look on his face, it made her heart melt.
It took him a while to relax enough to process her question, and longer still to speak.
"Katie..." he said finally, breathing hard, “I love it almost as much as your awesome power! It’s so erotic I feel like I'm going to come just from you teasing me like this!”
His cock had a steady stream of pre-cum falling down onto her as she held him.
“Is it the teasing you love, or this?” she asked conversationally, lowering him back down and pressing him as easily as if she’d had nothing in the palm of her hand. Even the weird position of her hand didn't seem to affect her limitless power.
Mike could only groan in response.
She laughed lightly, looking up at his face. He looked like he was struggling mightily to remain calm, but was losing the struggle. She was getting excited again from turning him on so much.
"God, I love the look on your face!" she said. "Should I touch myself while I'm pressing you and we'll see who comes first? I want to reposition you so I can look in your eyes while I do it."
"Yes!" Mike said. "It is so perfect like this, but it has to be hurting your hand."
"No, it doesn't hurt, it's just a weird range of motion," she said.
She let Mike down briefly and turned her hand around so her fingers were pointed up toward her head.
"There, sweetie, get back on," she said as Mike laid across her hand again.
She found his center of gravity again, and he moved his hands down, but to her swelling forearm this time, holding the massive muscles with a desire bordering on obsession.
"Ooh, Mike!" Katie moaned, touching her clit again as her powerful pecs easily propelled Mike skyward. "Maybe we should count how many reps I can do. You make me feel so strong and sexy! I don't think I've ever been so wet. Here, see?"
She brought her other hand, the hand that had recently been plunged into herself, up to Mike's lips, and he latched onto them like a starving man, sucking her fingers, punctuating his attention to them with moans of sheer ecstasy from being pressed so effortlessly. It was his ultimate fantasy come to life!
"Mmm, does that taste good, Mike? You can have that any time you like. I'm all yours. I always have been. I've been saving myself for you... hoping one day I could meet you again. I think I might have gone my whole life without having sex if I couldn't have been with you, Mike! You're the only man I've ever wanted!"
He was astounded. Her confession broke through the barrier of his lust and arousal to hit him like a ton of bricks. She was waiting her entire life on the off chance he would meet her? He was having a hard time processing that.
Mike was still absently sucking Katie's fingers as his mind swam from her admission.
"How are you doing up there, Mike?" Katie asked him. "Oh, can't talk? Yeah, looks like you have something in your mouth. Hang on a second."
She took her fingers out of his mouth, and looked up at him with what Mike now realized were love struck eyes. He didn't know what to say. He was still turned on like crazy, but he was confused about how to react to Katie placing so much on his shoulders.
"I'm good..." he moaned, not having to fake his arousal, "God, so good! I'm in Heaven."
He wasn't lying, but he was still freaked out from her shocking candor.
Katie pressed him a few more times, smiling sexily up at him, and his mind was washed clean of his burdensome thoughts. She brought her other hand back up to his lips, having touched herself again, and Mike sucked her fingers desperately as a startling realization hit him.
She said she was searching for him her whole life, in a way... but he was searching for HER as well! The awe-inspiring power, the unbelievable body, even the sweet, sexy shyness; everything about her was so appealing to him! He hesitated at first because she was so much younger. Mikee felt like he was robbing the proverbial cradle, and
somewhere in his head, that thought was a barrier, keeping him from entertaining the thoughts swirling in his head.
Until now.
Katie let him suck her fingers while she pressed his body upward again and again. She had to be up over one hundred reps with no signs of slowing! She moistened her fingers with her wetness another two times for him to suck, then her lust got the better of her and she starting touching herself in earnest, working herself up to yet another crushing orgasm, this one building much faster than the last. His body rose ever faster, speeding up as her excitement rose. He was nearly leaving her hand at the apex of each press!
"Oh, Mike... I'm so close... I'm sorry... I think I'm going to... lose... OHHH!" she cried and revealed her immense power as she came. Mike shot upward, nearly hitting the ceiling, and scrambled to get his feet under him to land as he fell, landing above Katie's thrashing body.
He looked down at her, amazed, as she came and came. Her response was so forceful this time, as a mind-numbingly powerful orgasm rocked her body. She moaned and shook, and cried out for at least a minute while the waves of pleasure assaulted her. It was almost more than Mike could take. His knees were weak watching her blissful, frenzied gyrations.
He realized with surprise he had taken his manhood into his hand and was stroking himself as he watched her climax. He kept his libido stoked, watching her raptly while as she relaxed after the effort. Her eyes opened languidly, staring up at him in her puppy love.
"Oh... Mike," she moaned, slurring her words. "That was SO wonderful! I can barely talk!"
"It was wonderful to watch, Katie," he said. "I could devote my life to watching your body! It's simply perfect, every inch. And everything else that comes with it is fantastic as well."
Mike bent down to her and she held her arms out to enfold him in her powerful embrace.
"Do you think there is such a thing as love at first sight?" he asked as she guided him down to lie atop her marvelous body. As far as he was concerned, he would be happy if his body never touched another mattress again. He was deliriously happy with where he was now.
Katie's eyes shone like the brightest stars. "Do I... oh, Mike!"
She pulled him into such a mighty embrace it literally took his breath away. Her lips closed on his and she kissed him wildly. He endured the crushing hug in total bliss. So much power....
"I'll do anything for you, Mike! Anything!" she moaned when their lips parted.
Her hands ran down his sides until she held his hips. She lifted him up off the mattress again as easily as before, and nestled his throbbing cock into the deep cleft between her
gigantic breasts. The light sheen of sweat on her body was magnified between her massive fleshy globes, and the sensation of her warm flesh around him nearly made Mike pass out.
"I'll do anything for HIM, too!" she moaned. "The girls and I have a treat for you."
She released his hips and brought her hands up to her breasts, pushing them together and burying Mike's cock deep between them. As big as his manhood was, Katie's breasts engulfed it completely, the huge canyon nowhere close to being filled.
She rubbed her big breasts up and down the shaft of his penis and he held onto her wrists as he thrust into her cleavage, her hugely swelling breasts overwhelming his cock, and his lap, with each thrust. Even on her back, they were so full they covered the width of his pelvis and rose higher than his navel, nearly to the bottom of his pecs! They were absolutely gigantic! Their mass felt like it more than matched the force of his hips collided with her breasts.
The view and the sensation were so overwhelming that Mike managed a few more frenzied thrusts and erupted in an all-consuming climax, squeezing Katie's wrists tightly as his body bucked. She smiled as she watched his face, and breathed a deep sigh as she felt his warm seed fill the deep valley of her cleavage, pooling on her chest between her huge pecs. She had an overwhelming need to hold him tightly to her and wrap him in her supremely powerful arms, keeping him safe from the world. Keeping him from leaving again. Forever.


Erma's was the type of place students went after the bars closed, or before classes started, depending on the student's level of dedication. Mike and Katie arrived a few minutes earlier than his friends, with Mike eager to show off his fantasy made flesh.
Mike took Katie with him to his hotel to get a change of clothing, and the couple got so involved in his room they nearly didn't make the 7 am breakfast get together. They managed to drag themselves away with a monumental effort, about ten minutes before seven, and still beat his friends by twenty minutes.
They came shambling into the restaurant, hung over and disheveled. They were seated and slumped down on the other side of the couple. Mike silently thanked Providence for missing their "nostalgia" session.
At Mike's urging, Katie wore her loose warm-up jacket, hiding her incredible figure as much as possible. It was impossible to conceal her gigantic breasts though, and, being guys, they noticed her massive attributes as soon as they sat down. Mike and Katie looked at each other and stifled a laugh at their comic expressions.
She seemed to enjoy being showed off as much as Mike was enjoying the surprise he was going to spring on his old college friends. She watched their eyes as much as she could without making them self-conscoius about their incredulous looks at her chest pushing far out above the table, nearly covering her place setting.
"About time," Mike chided as the men convalesced across from them. "Did you guys forget how to find this place?"
Since Erma's was one of the most popular off-campus eateries, attended by decades of students, there was no possibility of that, but Mike had to get in the jab at their poor condition.
"Yeah, yeah, smart aleck," Jack, obviously the sarcastic friend, replied as he put his hand to his head. "After you bailed on us, Cam and I figured we'd go to a few of the other places we used to hit. Most of them were gone, but The Fox Lounge is still kicking."
"Ugh," Katie said, making a face, "I hope that place was nicer when you were going to college here. My friends tell me that place is one Health Inspection away from being condemned."
The guys laughed. "It was that bad back then, too, but nostalgia is nostalgia. What new places do you young ones go to now? We're a little out of touch."
"We can ask my friends when they get here," Katie replied, "I don't go out very much... I'm high on life."
She felt Mike's leg under the table and he got a sly smile on his face, casting a glance her way.
"Katie's very health-conscious," Mike said, his hand moving over the rock-hard surface of her thigh, too huge to squeeze like she had his. "Her one roommate is a dietician, and designed a meal regimen for her, and she's now the overseer of our old weight room."
"Do you compete? You look like you're a powerlifter" Cam asked. He was slightly shorter than Mike and Katie, but still looked to be in shape. He had the intense look of a serious weight lifter.
Jack, on the other hand, was obviously no longer going to the gym. His paunchy middleaged frame looked older than early forties; Katie would have guessed early to mid-fifties from his appearance.
"I don't compete in any real events, just the bench competition here," she said. "But I started doing personal training for some of the college students to help pay for school. I've got enough clients that they pay for my housing and food. The rest will have me paying off loans until I'm old and gray."
"Isn't that the truth?" Jack said. "I think I finally got all of mine done about five years ago. That was a celebration of epic proportions."
"Heh, I'll bet Jack," Mike said with a laugh, "I seem to recall many epically-proportioned celebrations when we were undergrads.
"Yeah... memories," he replied, and rubbed his temples, looking pained.
As bad as Jack looked, Cameron looked worse. He apparently was more out of practice at drunken college revelry than Jack, and he appeared to be paying heavily for his night of nostalgia. He spent most of the conversation with his head bowed.
Mike, knowing exactly how they would be feeling, produced a bottle of aspirin.
"Don't ever say I don't have your backs," he said, handing them over.
"Hah, I've already got a few in me," Jack said, handing them to Cameron, who palmed two pills, tossing them down his throat.
"I don't remember college being quite this... strenuous," he said. "I think I had a bit more tolerance for alcohol back then."
"I never understood why you guys always hit it so hard," Mike said. "A few beers to loosen up was always enough for me."
"Pardon us for saying, Katie, but Mike usually wasn't at the bars to drink beer," Jack said, a smile on his face. "He was the flirt of the group."
"Well, he didn't have a chance to turn on the charm last night," she replied, unruffled. "I was pretty much the one who approached him."
A waitress arrived and they placed orders for coffee, Katie opting for grapefruit juice. Cameron turned green just hearing her order.
"I got to see firsthand why I'll never win another bench contest," Mike said, casting a fond glance at Katie. "I'm just glad she wasn't competing back when we started this thing. We'd have been schooled at our own event!"
Katie blushed prettily, and the guys discretely checked her out as she looked over at Mike with as much fire as Mike aimed at her. She was obviously extremely busty, but other than being a really big woman, the guys couldn't tell exactly what was under her jacket.
"I think back then it would have been a lot closer," she said at Mike. "There have been a number of advances in exercise theory that I've applied while I've been going for my degree. I don't think I could've gotten the gains back then that I have now."
"Wow, you can beat Mike's 505 on bench? What's the record at now?" Jack asked, wide-eyed. "I remember everyone thinking Mike's numbers would've stood for a while, especially with the competition that first year. He had thirty pounds on the nearest guy, and that was Cam."
"He wouldn't have, but my shoulder was sore that day," Cameron said with a groan.
"Yeah, we were always neck-in-neck in the weight room," Mike admitted. "I think I never would've gotten close to 505 back then if Cam hadn't been pushing it so hard."
"You guys must have had fun," Katie said. "I remember when you'd come visit Roselia Ward, so big and buff, and all the kids would crowd around to see what you brought with you."
"I loved that," Jack said. "I adopted my daughter because of my experience there."
"Really?" Katie asked, her eyes alight. "That's great to hear! So many kids end up there until they hit legal age, that or they bounce around in foster homes, in and out of places like Ward House. Jeez, is it hot in here?"
All of the men paused when she asked that. Her face looked so innocent, but Mike had to take a sip of his water or else he would give it away.
"I dunno," Jack said, wanting to see her out of her jacket. "I guess it's pretty warm."
"I'm kinda warm," Cam said, glancing at Katie's chest less subtly than he probably would have done had he been less ill at ease, "but I'm not exactly the best guy to judge, thanks to Jack."
"You can always say no," Jack said, "but you've always been so comptetive, I'd have been shocked if you did. You did admirably in going shot for shot with me... for the first half hour."
Cam groaned and Mike chuckled. Jack's tolerance was legendary back in college.
"I think it feels like an oven in here," Katie said, slowly unzipping her jacket.
She almost laughed out loud when she looked across the table at Mike's friends, so obvoiusly NOT looking in her direction, almost on cue with one another.
"So, Katie," Jack began, pointedly looking in her eyes, but Mike could tell he was struggling to not look down. "What made you decide to get into exercise science?"
Cameron discretely glanced as Katie got to the end of the zipper, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head when she pulled open her jacket. Underneath she was wearing a skintight black tank top, and her extremely generous endowment had the top pushed so far out that a ton of cleavage was showing. Mike looked on with a smile, understanding just what was going through his mind; he had received the same shock yesterday in the weight room.
"Well, honestly, it was you guys," she replied. "When you would come visit, I would see these big, strong guys walking in, confident and fun, joking around with each other, and I thought to myself that if I exercised like you did, I'd be confident and strong, too."
"I think it worked," Cam said, his voice hushed.
She shot a dazzling smile at his comment, and Jack got his first look at her figure. His reaction was much the same as he nearly choked on his coffee.
"Are you okay, Jack?" Katie asked innocently. "You look like you're hyperventilating."
"I'm okay... coffee's hot!" Jack said wiping up the mess with his napkin. "So damn hot!"
"See?" Mike said. "She makes me look like tiny! You've got to see her on bench!"
"Jesus, Katie!" Jack said after he found his voice, unsubtle as ever. "I've never seen a girl, or a guy for that matter, as built as you!"
She looked at him dubiously, pulling the halves of her jacket back together.
"Thanks... I think."
He backpedalled quickly.
"No... I mean I'm really impressed!" he said, realizing his faux pas. "You're professional bodybuilder caliber, easy! That wasn't a come on, it was honest admiration!"
"Well, maybe, but it's not just hypertrophy," she said. "I train for strength, too. The sculpting came years after the size. I always thought size and definition without the
strength accompanying it was a case of style over substance. I mean, what's the point, right?"
"She's definitely got the strength to go with the size!" Mike attested. "She's stronger than all three of us put together!"
"Oh, come on," Jack said, incredulous. "I will definitely concede she's stronger than any of us, but all of us? Maybe three of ME, but all three of us? No way."
Katie smiled at Jack, a very sunny smile. Mike shook his head at Jack, not knowing how Katie would take his doubt.
"Yeah, I think that's exaggerating, Mike," she said, cheerily. "I would say five of Jack, though, maybe more. We ought to go see after we have breakfast. I have some training sessions this morning, but maybe early afternoon? Would you guys like to come back, for old time's sake?"
Jack's face reddened slightly, but he held his tongue.
"I'm just picking, silly," she said, and tweaked Jack's nose. "There's no way I'm five of you!"
Jack laughed, but the look in his eyes was one of uncertainty.
"Maybe ten," Mike said under his breath to Katie, and she laughed.
Mike and Katie cast sly glances at each other. She leaned toward him and whispered in his ear. Her big breast pressed into the arm, nearly pushing him out of the booth.
"Baby, I'm probably ten of YOU!" she said, and Mike felt his pants get tight.
"Please stop, or I won't be able to get up from the table!" Mike groaned quietly.
Two pretty young women were guided to the table, and Katie looked up as they approached. One was a very tall redhead and the other a short, stocky brunette.
"Hey, guys!" Katie said. "You didn't get a chance to meet my friend Mike last night."
"Hi Mike, nice to- wait, you're not THE Mike, are you?" the taller of the two said, surprise evident on her face. Cam's eyes lit up when he saw her. She was maybe six foot three, and built athletically, but not massive like Katie.
"Am I?" Mike asked Katie, and she elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow! I guess that's a yes."
"Oh my God!" the girl said. "When did this happen, KK? You're, um, smaller than I thought you'd be. The way Katie talks about you, I figured you’d be seven feet tall and shoot fire from your eyes!"
"Shut up Tammy!" Katie said, laughing. "I met him yesterday at the weight room, by chance!" Katie replied. "I finished my last training session at six thirty, and was getting in
a light workout before I got ready to close the room, and in he walked! I couldn't believe it! We worked in together on bench! I felt like I was training with Schwarzenegger!"
Mike's friends laughed loudly. Katie was oblivious to the men’s laugh at Mike’s expense, as she rose to talk to her friends. Her excitement was as palpable as last night, and Mike's face reddened as she gushed over him. The girls began a lively discussion as if the men weren't there, and Jack looked at Mike with a snarky smile. Cam was distracted, trying to make himself more presentable as he ran his hands through his hair.
"Worked in on bench, did you?" Cam asked, and Mike gave them a sheepish smile. "With you... or under you?"
Mike looked at the girls, then turned to his friend.
"Under, but it was to spot her,” Mike replied, defensively, but couldn’t help gushing himself. “And she showed me she was so much stronger than me! It was awesome!”
Both of his friends' attention continued to drift back to Katie's figure, and Mike gave them a subtle gesture to knock it off. The girls continued, completely oblivious.
Katie suddenly stopped talking in mid-sentence and looked down at the men, who looked up at her guiltily, since they were all checking her out as she stood tall above them.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm not being very polite. Tammy, Helen, this is Michael Kovaček."
"THE Michael Kovaček," he chimed in with a wink at Katie. He covered his ribs before she could elbow him.
"These are my friends, Jack Kellogg and Cameron... Cam... Newsome," Mike said, taking over the introductions.
Some polite hand-shaking was done, and the group relocated to a larger table. After a few minutes and some small-talk while they waited, they were seated at a round table large enough to fit them all. Mike's friends sat beside him to his right, and Katie to his left, with her friends to her left. Cam maneuvered deftly to sit by Tammy.
"Mike, Helen is my nutritionist major friend," she said. "What can I eat on the menu, Hel?"
"Ha! You'll just exercise it off anyway… but you should go easy on the fats. You’re pretty close to your max for the week," Helen said, and opened a menu. "How about omelets with egg whites and low fat meat, like chicken breast."
"That'll work, boss," Katie replied. "Carbs?"
"Yeah, as much as you want, just go aerobic for a while to burn them off," Helen replied absently, looking at the menu.
"Check, lots of aerobic exercise this weekend. I can do that," she said, looking sidelong at Mike.
Tammy noticed the look and got a sly smile, then realized Cameron was having trouble taking his eyes off her. The sly smile broadened.
"So I take it you're all back for Homecoming," she asked him, "but why did you go the the rec?"
"My friends and I started the bench competition back in... a while ago," he said. "It's been a while since I've been back on campus, even though I only live a half hour away. I figured I'd go back and see what has changed. It's pretty much the same as I remember it, except it's cleaner and the equipment is in better shape, and there are a bunch of plaques on the wall with Katie's name on them!"
The girls laughed.
"Yeah, no kidding!" Helen said. "That room is like her fiefdom now. They were going to close the entire building, but she got a big student protest going and about a third of all the undergrads to sign a petition to keep it open. I think that's the only time I ever saw her at our place for more than three hours in a row."
Katie laughed lightly.
"Yes, I was a nut back then," she said, looking at Mike, then his friends. "I met with the Dean of the School of Exercise Science, and I told him that weight room was how I got in shape, and that if they closed it, the really hard-core ES students would join Gold's Gym off campus! He saw my point of view."
She flexed her arm in emphasis and the men’s faces went pale, even Mike’s.
Tammy looked at Katie with a surprised smile. She never showed off!
"Yeah, and there was always a rumor-" Helen began.
Katie gave her a serious look and Helen paused. Mike noticed the exchange out of the corner of his eye, but acted like he hadn't seen anything.
"-that she was going to chain herself to the front door when the bulldozers came," Helen finished smoothly, but Mike suspected that she was going to say something different.
"Oh, you've always been the ES poster child," Tammy said. "You probably could have talked the Dean into doing anything with the building. ES would have taken it over."
"They are planning to put the cardio lab on the second floor, but they have to mess with the wiring so it doesn't fry the equipment," Katie said. "Like any of you guys care."
Katie glanced up at the clock.
"Oh, crap, I have my first training session at nine, and the waitress hasn't come back since she seated us. Hey, excuse me!" she said, trying to flag the waitress down.
"Take the jacket all the way off, Katie," Tammy said, "and she'll be scurrying back over here in a flash!"
"I don't think so," Katie said, embarrassed. "That’ll freak the whole restaurant out!"
"If I was built like you girl, I'd wear a thong and a bra everywhere," Tammy continued. "Auto insurance rates would skyrocket in town with all the people driving off the road!"
"Oh, shut up, Tammy," she said, her face red.
Cameron reacted like he’d enjoy seeing either Tammy or Katie in that state of undress.
Mike picked up the tab, and the girls planned their day, knowing Katie would be occupied. The guys accompanied Katie to the gym, Cam reluctantly They planned to meet up with her roommates afterward for some tailgating before the game started.
“Jesus, Katie,” Cam said when they left the restaurant, “Tammy is gorgeous! Do you think she’s into older guys?”
“She’s into ALL guys,” Katie said, teasing him. “Watch out boy, she’ll chew you up, isn’t that how the song went? She did seem to like you, Cam, but you’ve been warned!”
“As mild-mannered as you are Cam, she’ll eat you alive,” Jack teased, and Cameron gave him a moody shot on the arm. “Ow! Asshole, ease up on the guns!”
“We need to get you back in the gym, Jack,” Cameron teased in return. “I think the spare tire is overinflated… not to mention how flabby your arms have gotten. Damn, dude!”
“Callie never seemed to mind,” Jack said, and the guys laughed.
“Yeah,” Mike said “right up until she cheated on you with her spinning instructor.”
“The bitch,” Jack said, “and that guy was like a twig, maybe five foot nothing.”
“Ha!” Katie said, trying to lighten the mood, “that sounds like a blind date that smartaleck Tammy set me up with once! He was about that tall. You should’ve seen that!”
“Oh, you have to share that!” Jack said. “He barely came up to your boobs!”
Mike gave Jack another shot on the arm, and Katie held his hand with hers.
“It’s no big deal, Mike,” she said, “it’s not like I can hide them. But yeah, he was so small I couldn’t see him over my chest and he kept going in front of me, holding doors and such, and the one time I actually did run him over. He got the boobs right in the noggin and went on his butt! I felt like a total fool.”
“So how did the date end?” Mike asked, curious.
“Badly,” Katie replied. “He thought that was permission to put his hands anywhere he wanted, so I had to dissuade him. I tried to be nice at first, but he kept grabbing me, so I finally grabbed him, right by the shirt, and yanked him up so we were face to face, and
finally said, ‘No means no, tiny!’ He got the hint after that. He kept trying to call me for another date! I wanted to kill Tammy for that, but she said, ‘better you than me!’ I guess he had been hassling her for a week before she sicced him on me!”
Mike’s grip on her arm had tightened when she related the last part of her story, and she smiled at him, leaning in to whisper to him.
“I could get some heels and do that to you, Big Mike,” she said, and put her huge arm around Mike’s shoulders. She lifted up and Mike was no longer walking beside him, his toes dragging the ground as Katie held him to her. She walked for a while, setting Mike down when Jack glanced back at them.
Mike waited until Jack turned around and adjusted his pants as Katie chuckled.
“That would be quite the couple,” Cameron said, not noticing Mike and Katie as he daydreamed about Tammy. “She’s even taller than you, Katie. The poor guy would’ve needed a step-ladder to kiss her goodnight!”
“So would you, Cam!” Jack said, and jogged ahead to avoid another punch.
They arrived at the rec center, and helped Katie set up for her training sessions.
“I’d be happy to work with you, Jack, if you want to break back into it,” she said to him.
“Maybe some other time,” he said. “but this weekend is for drunken college revelry in true Jack Kellogg fashion! I appreciate the offer, though, and do want to start back up. All you guys are making me self-conscious! Especially you, Katie! You’re body it unreal! You never did tell us what you benched to win….”
Katie smiled, but didn’t reply as she got the weight room ready. The guys all stopped what they were doing and stood around her.
“All right, Katie!” Mike said. “Come on, spill it. You didn’t tell me last night, either!”
“I always make sure I win by a few plates over the nearest guy, so other people sign up.” she replied casually. “Last year, the dude that was closest was a big ‘roided out jerk, so I made sure the plates were forty-fives instead of my usual twenty-fives. I was going to put hundreds on, but that would have been too much. Let me think… I think ‘roid head was able to put up six hundred, plus the bar? Was that last year? I can’t remember… geez!”
Cam and Jack were staring at her, wide-eyed. Mike was looking at her like he wanted to rip her clothes off. She took her hands and closed Cam and Jack’s mouths.
“Oh, come on, guys!” she said. “You didn’t think I was benching below THAT, did you? Maybe after my training is over, I’ll show you guys some stuff, okay?”
“Definitely!” they replied at the same time.
*************
Most of Katie’s clients were students, but she also had some faculty as well. She had three clients and a beginner’s free-weight class that day, but other people would pop their heads in the door, ask about their next session, and head out. She was pretty busy.
The guys came and went while she worked, except for Mike. He stayed the entire time and watched her technique, and the kind, encouraging way she got her students to give 110% during their sessions. She was very talented, and had a real passion for her work.
The other guys came back to the weight room, Cameron from playing some pick-up basketball, and Jack from having talked to Helen for an hour on his cell! Katie was amazed. She hadn’t even seen Jack talk to Helen, much less get her number!
“You’re a natural, Katie,” Mike said to her after her last training session. “You could pay off your student loans in a flash if you started up a business like this in a big city, versus this little town where people can’t afford to pay.”
“I guess, but I really enjoy helping normal people, not snobs,” she replied. “I had a frat guy sign on when I started out, and he and two of his buddies tried getting more than a workout. I was so dumb: the guy wanted his training way later in the evening than I usually did, and made a lame excuse about working and offered to pay more. I should’ve known better; the rich brat probably never worked a day in his life, but I said okay, because I needed the money. He went through the first training session like most people did, but right toward the end, a handful of his frat buddies came in, and they started talking about having me come over to their house for a party, and they were… touchy.”
“Did you break them in half?” Mike asked, and the other guys came in close to hear.
“No,” she said, looking at Mike. “I can’t hurt anyone, and they were hardly a threat. Here’s what I did.”
She took the empty bar off the bench, moved off the mats to the wood floor and held it out in front of her at the bottom of her massive breasts. The guys followed.
“I said to them if they could push me up against the wall, they could have me I and wouldn’t even try to resist them,” she said. “It’s easier to appreciate if we reenact it.”
Mike got a naughty smile and reached for the bar. Jack and Cam looked at each other.
“Oh, come on guys!” Katie said, “You guys wanted to see what I could do. How about this: if you guys can push me back at all, I’ll tell you what my max on bench is. I don’t want to, because it’ll shock you… well, probably not YOU, Mike! All you have to do is make me move back, even if I lose balance. I’m really top heavy, so you guys should be able to overbalance me, right? I’ll even put in a good word with my girlfriends.”
“Guys, she won’t bite,” Mike said, her blazing eyes locked on him. He was dying to see her handle all of them. She had tossed out the idea before the other two got back.
Jack and Cam took up the bar on either side of Mike, and prepared to push against her. Mike was more motivated than his friends, since Katie had made Mike a more exciting offer before they got back. He had no illusions he’d win, but promised to go all out.
“Nope!” she said. “Are you guys ready? Go!”
Katie held the bar out in front of her and crouched slightly, and all three men pushed mightily against it. She braced her legs and stayed exactly where she was, she didn't move an inch from her starting position, not even her slightly bent arms! The guys were grunting and straining with all of their might, but she held all of them at bay.
"Wow, you guys are still really strong!" she said, and their eyes opened wide. Her voice was as relaxed as it was before they started pushing! "I was so right to idolize you."
"I... can't believe... you... aren't... even...." Jack gasped, barely able to speak.
"Aren't even what, Jack?" she asked, a coy look on her face. "Pushing? Or do you mean you can't believe I'm not having any trouble with the three of you? Mike knew… I showed him last night!”
Katie smiled at Jack’s amazed stare. She relaxed her arms a little, and the guys pushed forward slightly, but her legs still didn’t move, nor could they unbalance her upper body.
“Wanna know a secret? Three guys isn’t even close to what I can do. I can handle half the football team at once. A lot of the guys on the team come for me to train them, and a bunch of us were goofing around in the gym before the season started. One of the guys said we should have a tug of war, and they started picking sides. They all got together and starting talking smack to each other, so I went over and stood by myself. The guy, his name’s Mike, too, asked me ‘aren’t you going to join in?' and I said, 'sure, I’m ready whenever you guys are.'"
Mike and his friends were staring at her in awe. She was holding the bar halfway from her body, huge muscles tensed, resisting their mightiest efforts of their arms and legs!
Not showing a hint of strain, she kept talking, her voice steady.
“They started laughing when I took up the rope and got in the big loop at the end. They all grabbed hold on the other side, thinking it was a big joke. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I yanked half of them off their feet! Then they all started panicking and pulling hard, but I had momentum going and got them all the way across the gym. They stopped goofing around after that and the second time was a lot harder, but I still was able pull them over the line. THAT was a fight, though. They’re some really strong guys. I couldn't be prouder!”
“Okay, are you guys ready to be amazed? How about you, Mike?”
“I’m so ready, Katie!” Mike grunted, still pushing as hard as he could.
Katie extended her arms casually and the men felt their feet sliding backward, the rubber soles of their shoes leaving marks on the polished gym floor. She only pushed with her arms… like she was doing an easy rep on bench! Her legs stayed exactly where they were.
"You're...." Jack said, exhausted. "...unbelievable!"
"Thanks, Jack!" she said, chirping happily. "I'm glad you think so. I told you I work for strength, not just size. Here, watch."
Katie started moving her gigantic legs, and the guys were forced several feet across the gym to the wall. She moved them so easily, it didn’t even seem like they were pushing with all of their strength. She stopped her legs and continued pushing with just her arms, and the men, totally worn out at that point, were all forced against the padded wall, the bar pushing their arms back until it touched Mike and Cam’s chests. It stopped just under Jack’s chin, completely immovable.
"Okay, why don’t you guys push down on it?" she said, easing up on the pressure as she lowered the bar to her waist height to give them leverage.
"Oh, Jesus, give me a break!" Cam said, sweat pouring off his forehead. He was easily the most fit of all of the men, Mike included. The defeat was clear as a bell in his voice, and his face was beet red from his exertion. “How strong are you? Are you serious?”
"Oh, come on," she said with a teasing note to her voice. "I won't push hard enough to hurt anyone. I know how far I can go. I promise."
With a collective sigh, the men started pushing down on the bar, Mike locking his arms, remembering his amazing encounter with her last night. He was desperate to recapture that feeling at the moment she pushed the six hundred forty five pounds into the air, and then him. This was different. She needed to use her pecs, but not as much as her shoulders. They couldn't be as strong as her pecs, could they?
"Are you guys ready?" Katie said. Her hands were facing down, and she gripped the bar tightly. "You think I can do a standing row with you guys pushing against me? This has to be a lot more than the stack on the row machine over at the new rec. Here, let me get in a little closer."
Mike was in the middle, and Katie loomed before him, staring directly into his eyes.
"Are you ready, Big Mike?" she said softly.
"I'm so ready Katie!" he said. "Blow me away!"
"Hang on guys," she said and began lifting the bar. Cam and Jack groaned as they struggled to keep the bar at their hips, but it was useless to resist her. The bar rose slowly and Katie looked from one man's eyes to the others.
Mike didn't even try to match strength with her, instead locking his arms and putting his body weight on the bar. He had to lean over to do it, and brushed the top of his chest into Katie's abundant bosom. He leaned further into her, laying his shoulders, then his head on her abundant chest.
“For balance,” Mike said, smiling up at her.
"Mmmm… absolutely! I like your head there,” she said quietly, sharing a moment with him. “I’ll make sure you get back there soon.
Katie breathed a deep sigh as she poured on the power, pushing Mike’s head high atop her heaving breasts. “Okay, here we go again, Mike. Hang on!"
The bar rose up, past the height of her waist, and Mike’s head lifted up off her chest as his feet left the floor. Jack and Cam struggled fruitlessly against her, wide-eyed, as Mike rose, his head rising above the height of Katie's smiling face.
"I don't believe it!" they said together, then looked at each other.
Katie laughed and lifted the bar to her shoulders, Mike still hanging on it. His slightly aroused crotch was in her face, and she looked at it like she was going to bite right through his jeans. She glanced up at Mike's rapturous face, and nodded up to him.
"Show them, gorgeous!" Mike said, his voice strained.
"Guys," Katie said, "if you want me to stop, I will, but Mike doesn't. What do you say?"
Neither Jack nor Cam were able to respond, so stunned by Katie's awesome strength that their mouths hung open.
"Okay, I guess that means, 'go for it!’… right Mike?" Katie said, looking up at Mike's flushed face.
"Definitely," Mike replied, as awed as his friends.
"Your wish is my command, Big Mike,'" she said, and her incredible power surged anew, slowly lifting the bar higher. Jack's feet left the floor and smoothly rose upward.
“That’s two… here you go, Cam!” she said and pushed the bar higher. Both Mike and Jack’s full body weight on the bar, and she barely seemed to notice! She kept going in spite of Cameron’s struggles until he was on his tiptoes.
Cameron was slightly shorter than Mike and Katie, five foot ten, and he held on as long as he could, jerking his body back and forth as he pulled down, but Katie’s monumental arms kept pushing the bar upward, and Cam’s feet finally left the floor.
Katie kept pushing the bar upward, the three men hanging off it, until she held it high over her head, a look of exultation on her face.
Mike lowered himself on the bar until he and Katie were face to face, with only her incredible bust separating them. He kept his feet up off the floor and bumped gently against her chest as he hung in front of her.
"I think they're impressed," Mike said, swinging himself lightly into her breasts as they faced each other. “Mmmmm….”
"How about you?" Katie asked, pressing him into the wall with her massive breasts, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
"Nah," he teased as he squirmed against her chest, rubbing his body back and forth between them, "any sexy, super-powered babe could military press a few has-been weight lifters!"
She laughed lightly, and the bar shook as she held the men aloft.
"Oh, yeah? How many super-powered babes do you know?"
"The important one," he replied. Katie's smile could have melted ice.
"What a good answer," she said, "but you don't sound impressed. Let me see what I can do about that. Would you guys like me to do reps? How many? I could put a few plates on either side if you still aren't impressed after that.... Jack? Cam? Any requests? Ooh… Mike, I’ll bet I know what YOU would like to see!"
Mike's friends looked thoroughly intimidated. Neither of them could say a word, looking silently at Katie with disbelief on their faces.
Finally Jack opened his mouth. It took him several tries to actually speak.
"You're… you’re not even close to your max here, are you?" he said in a hushed voice.
"Nope!" she replied, lowering the bar until the men’s feet touched down. “I’ll show you close to my max if you guys want... I know even Mike will be impressed with this one!”
Katie let go of the bar and shook out her massive arms, and the guys held it in place. She moved back in and only put on hand on the bar, right in the middle. The guys all took their hands off the bar like it was white-hot.
“Get the fuck out of here!” all three said at once, shocked.
Katie got a smile on her face, but her expression was something Mike hadn’t seen before. It looked powerful and confident, but sad as well, like she was used to people’s shock.
“No, I’m totally serious. Everyone push down like Mike did last time,” she said, “I think this will be about at good as I can do. I hope this is impressive enough for you, Mike.”
Both of Mike’s friends looked at him desperation in their eyes, as if they needed him to assure them she couldn’t possibly do what she was planning.
Mike was too busy to return their looks, as he looked into Katie’s eyes, stunned.
“Jesus, Katie!” he said, “I mean… I know you’re really strong, but… Katie….”
“But what, Mike?” she asked innocently. “I thought you wanted me to knock their socks off. How much fun would that be if I didn’t do it to you, too!”
Katie looked from Mike’s wide-eyed stare to the other two, who each had desperate, almost frightened looks on their faces. She paused.
“Is this too much?” she asked. “If it is, I’ll stop. I don’t want to scare anyone.”
“No!” Mike said, so quickly his friends looked at him with surprise. “I NEED to see this! C’mon guys, back me up! You guys KNOW I have to see this!”
“Yeah, I have to see it, too,” Cameron said. “I don’t think anyone else on the planet could do this. I have to see if you can.”
Katie looked at Jack, uncertain of his reaction.
“Well, Jack, what do you think? You’re the deciding vote.”
He looked at his shoes for a second then up at her solemn face.
“What the fuck?” he said after a pause. “I knew I was way out of shape, but holy shit, you make me feel so out of shape I want to crawl in a hole and die! It’s like someone up there is telling me to get the hell back to the gym.”
Katie’s uncertain look was replaced by a sunny smile. She looked from Jack to Cam, and back to Mike. She had a burning look in her eyes that told him she needed to show him as much as he needed to see, to feel her awesome, irresistible might.
“I can’t make any promises, Mike.” she said. “Theoretically, I think I can do it, but there’s balance and all that. Let’s give it a try. Let me switch the bar around a sec, I’m gonna need the bicep.”
She held the bar at the level of Mike’s manhood, and slowly swung the bar in a halfcircle until her hand faced up.
“Okay, guys, I think I’m ready.” she said, taking a deep breath.
“Come on guys,” Mike said, “we can’t let a girl get the better of all three of us… with one arm… right? Push hard!”
He smiled and winked at Katie, and she puckered her lips as she leaned lightly into him.
“Love ya, baby,” she said. “I’m going to blow your mind! You never came up with anything you wanted to see me do, so I had to improvise. I hope you like it!”
“I like it already,” Mike said, his excitement apparent. “If you can do this, I’ll LOVE it!”
“How about a kiss for luck?” she asked, looking at him, her eyes luminous.
They leaned in and their lips met in a brief kiss.
“Now I’m ready!” she said and started lifting up on the bar. Her huge bicep blew up to incredible size as she forced the bar slowly upward, all of the guys leaning into it.
The strain was apparent on her face as she pushed the bar higher, and Jack’s feet left the floor.
“You are un-fucking-believable!” he said as he hung suspended.
“Thanks,” Katie said, the strain in her voice. “This… is a lot… for me… for one arm!”
Katie gritted her teeth and the bar rose further, Cameron’s eyes went wide, and his toes left the floor to counterbalance Jack’s body weight. Mike looked down and saw Katie’s massive forearm and bicep balloon to even greater size as the additional weight was overcome by her incredible power.
“Almost… got… it….” Katie said through her clenched teeth.
“Oh my God, Katie,” Mike breathed as he went up on his toes.
“That’s… Goddess!” she said and with a final surge of unfathomable power, slid all three men up the mat behind their backs until the bar got to her shoulder height. Her delt and triceps took over from her hugely swollen bicep, and the men rose smoothly the rest of the way until her arm extended to its full length above her.
“Whew!” Katie said beneath them. “Up to the shoulder was brutal! It wasn’t so bad after that. It was easier to balance than I thought, Mike. Hang on guys… one more thing!”
She stepped back from the wall slowly, and all three men hung suspended from the bar above her head. She brought the bar back down to her shoulder and pushed it back up! Twice… three times… four, and she started struggling… five, and it was all she could do to get the bar all the way up, her big arm shaking from the exertion.
“My God… er… Goddess!” Mike breathed. “How much do you guys weigh now?”
Cameron found his voice first. It took a minute.
“Two-ten,” he said quietly, staring down in awe at Katie smiling up at them.
“One-eighty five,” Jack said. “You are un-fucking believable, woman! How in the hell can you DO this?”
Mike did the math in his head and nearly lost his balance.
“You just curled and pressed six hundred twenty pounds with one arm, Katie!” he said, incredulous. “I’ve never heard of anyone… anyone… who can do that!”
“Are you impressed now?” she said, breathing hard, but wearing a dazzling smile. “I am, too I didn’t think I was going to make it to my shoulder, much less do five reps from there. That is definitely a best! I wonder if I should use my other arm to balance out?”
“Are you kidding?” all three men shouted down to her.
“Well, this is my weak arm….” She said, and let out a big laugh as she let the guys down, their eyes nearly bulging from their heads.
 "And hey, please don't be freaked out. I'm still the same girl from the restaurant today, just like anyone else. I’m not some monster: I don't beat people up, and I never show off like this, but Mike was so excited for me to knock your socks off, I couldn’t help it."
"Just as long as you're one of the good guys," Cameron said, letting go of the bar.
Mike and Jack did as well, but Mike stayed where he was while the other guys moved a healthy distance away, almost without realizing.
"She's as good as it gets, Cam," Mike said, putting his arms around her huge chest to pull her close enough to kiss. Her big breasts pushed out to either side as their faces converged.
"Hey, uh, we can leave you guys alone if you want," Jack said.
Mike and Katie kissed lightly, and Katie pulled back to set the bar carefully on the floor. She walked up to Jack, who almost seemed to shrink away from her. Before he could react, she scooped him into a big hug, pulling him off the floor to be crushed into her massive mammaries.
"You're a sweet guy, you know that?" Katie said, giving him a big kiss on the cheek.
"I don't hear that a lot, but this makes up for it," Jack said with a broad smile.
Jack held on a little longer than decorum would dictate, and Katie gently disengaged from his embrace, holding him away from her until he hung at her arm's length.
"It's never a good idea to be too sweet," she said, and set Jack on his feet.
"Right, not too sweet," Jack said. "Sweet n' sour, that's me."
Katie leaned down and kissed his cheek.
"We'll see you at the game," she said, standing back up to her imposing height.
Cameron, more reserved, extended his hand.
"It's been a pleasure to be humbled by you," he said. "See you at the game."
Katie yanked Cam into her embrace and kissed him on the cheek.
"You're much sweeter than Jack, but don't let him know I said so," she whispered in his ear.
"It'll be our secret," he whispered in return. "Mike's a lucky guy."
"Maybe I'm a lucky girl," she said.
“He’ll treat you like gold,” Cameron said, pulling back, then spoke louder for everyone else’s benefit. “If not, he’ll answer to us, right Jack?”
“Yep,” Jack said, still dazed from his embrace. “Though something tells me she can take care of herself.”
“Your services won’t be needed,” Katie said with a smile. “Right, Mike?”
“Not a chance,” he said, looking into her eyes. “How’s your arm feel?”
“Aside from being pumped to the max, it’s okay,” she said, rubbing her arm. “I didn’t think I’d strain it to the point where I’d hurt anything, but you never can be sure.”
“Well, I’ll be happy to rub it for you if it’s sore… we’ve got a few hours before the game,” he replied, then turned to his friends. “Maybe you guys can meet up with Tammy and Helen. We’ll catch up.”

[tmbosch]

This was epic. Thank you so much. It wad amazing to read something that gave gentle domination a push and didn't go into crazy monster muscle. I loved it. All the karma i can. Hopefully you have more like this.
It was well written and paces excellently. My one minor note, if i can be as so bold, a bit more muscle description would have been great, maybe less technical sounding, but again a fantastic story and phenomenal change of pace.
 

[placeboman1]

There are two more parts i found


"Hey, you're like some sort of con man!" Tammy yelled as she pulled off her tight sweater.
Strains of 38 Special played in the background as Jack watched Tammy rise from the table. She
seemed to grow like a tree in time-lapse as she stood. He half-expected her to hit her head on the
ceiling.
"What do you mean?" asked Jack glancing at Cameron and Helen, then back up at Tammy's
imposing height above him as he sat at the table of his RV.
He watched the sweater rise higher and higher as she pulled it up her long, toned arms and then
down to cover her healthy young chest. Her upper body was just spectacular. Cameron and Jack
watched in silence as more of her flawless skin came into view. She was wearing a red satin bra,
and cast a smug glance at Cameron, then Jack, as they focused on her stunning body. Firm,
toned, and incredibly curvaceous for such a tall woman, she gave the men a quick look at her
curves, then placed the sweater teasingly over her front, relishing the look of disappointment on
the men's faces.
Helen watched Jack's reaction, her face neutral. Tammy had that effect on guys. She'd keep her
eye on Tammy’s antics, though, in case she decided to push the tease a little too far. They'd been
down that road before.
Tammy smiled inwardly at the guys' reactions; she knew Helen had her eye on Jack and, behind
her placid façade, was watching events unfold with what Tammy called her “no-nonsense” look. As
tempted as the tall redhead was, she knew she couldn't push things. The last time she and Helen
squabbled over a man, nobody won, and the collateral damage was substantial.
An incurable tease, Tammy had already set out to snare Cameron. She watched him fidget earlier
in the game when she tested his reaction: stretching her arms upward and thrusting out her chest
in a fake yawn. She knew she had him hooked, but felt like taking her time reeling him in. She
wanted to make Jack sweat a little first. The vamp in her couldn't help but tease him, but just a little
so Helen didn't get pissed off. No point in ruining what looked to be a fun night.
*************
After leaving Mike and Katie, Jack and Cameron had met her friends for lunch, then invited the
girls to Jack's RV to drink and chat as a prelude to starting the official tailgating festivities. Tammy
had shown up for their lunch date dressed to impress, the exact opposite of Helen’s rather
concealing garb. She carried a purse the size of a shopping bag, and had, foolishly in Helen’s
opinion, decided to wear a pair of four inch high heels. Helen, always the pragmatist, stated the
wet grass near the football stadium would make her heels sink in and probably dump her on her
ass. She rebutted by saying she didn't plan on spending much time outside the RV anyway.
Unlike Tammy, Helen had been good company: very willing to help Jack set up the grill, get the
food out of the RV and into an ice chest, then amazed him by easily picking up the full chest and
setting it in place near the grill. Jack had figured he would have to get Cameron to help him lug it,

but she seemed to do it almost as an afterthought. He began to wonder what exactly Helen was
hiding under those clothes.
Shaking off the surprise, he continued with his tailgating ritual. Jack figured he could start grilling
once Mike and Katie arrived, but the way Mike was behaving around Katie, he and Cameron would
most likely have plenty of time to make passes at Katie's roommates. Over the course of the
afternoon, he found himself increasingly attracted to Helen’s fun personality, but felt a little guilty
about Helen's age. She had seemed interested from the moment he asked for her number. She
didn't initiate anything on her own though, seeming to want Jack to make the first move. He was
fine with that. Shyness was not in his DNA.
Shortly after the ice chest was set next to the grill, Jack had broke out the liquor and did a few
courage-building shots secretly with Cameron, but soon was doing them with Katie and Helen
together. He knew Cameron would need the liquid courage to make a pass at Tammy, but was
curious to see if the girls had a tolerance or not. They didn't disappoint. Both of them seemed to
shrug off a few shots of 1800 Añejo, and, as eager as he was to return to his remembered college
glory days of drinking with them, he decided not to push it too soon. Jack had a pleasant fire in his
belly from doing half a dozen shots with the girls, but wanted his wits about him with Helen, who he
was becoming excited about, overcoming his initial guilt. He begged off Cameron’s participation in
the rounds of shots, explaining he wasn’t a liquor drinker. Cam definitely owed Jack one for
keeping him sober. The prospect of landing ultra-sexy Tammy would take all of his wits.
Jack's RV was a big bus-sized monster, dubbed a "luxury RV", complete with a full-sized table with
wrap-around bench seating and partitions between the bedroom and galley kitchenette. One of the
reasons he chose the RV was because the table was the perfect size for a group to play drinking
games. Despite the juvenile premise, Jack enjoyed the old nostalgic college games immensely. He
was surprised when Helen talked Tammy into a game of quarters, one of his favorites, but was
flabbergasted when she upped the ante by requiring everyone who missed their shot to both drink
and take off an article of clothing.
Nothing could have prepared Jack for the game. Helen was quickly down to bra and panties,
having shed her shoes and socks in the first two rounds. Poor Cameron, as bad at the game as
Helen, was in a tank top and his boxer briefs. All of Jack's hard work at keeping him sober was
gone as he watched his friend’s eyes move from Tammy to Helen, totally obvious in his drunken
state. Tammy, the most skilled opponent, was finally down to her bra (the reason for her bickering),
but still had on her insanely tight stretch pants. Jack, in true hard-drinking college guy form, had yet
to lose an article of clothing.
*************
"I think you had this whole thing planned to get us both naked," Tammy continued, approaching
Jack and looking down at him with a wry smile. "Do you troll other college campuses? There aren't
any hidden cameras are there?"
"What are you talking about? This was Helen's idea!" he said, uncharacteristically flustered. He
was now worried that maybe these girls weren't old enough to be in his RV, drinking his beer. He
hadn't bothered to ask their ages. "This was supposed to be a tailgate until 'strip quarters' was
suggested."
He looked helplessly at Helen. She looked sympathetically back at him, then at Tammy with
irritation.
"I’m starting to think you might have whispered the idea into her ear, now that she's had a few
drinks in her," Tammy said, glancing again at Cameron as she moved her sweater briefly from
where she held it over her chest.
She watched Cameron’s eyes grow wider as he drank in her shapely figure. Her nipples began to

harden from his attention… and from making Jack squirm. The excitement grew until she realized
she went too far.
"Oh, shut up, Tammy," Helen said, not sounding inebriated in the slightest. "If you don't want to
play, then quit. Stop being a sore loser because Jack’s kicking your ass. As much as you show off
your body, who do you think you're fooling?"
She turned her head toward Jack.
“Ignore her. She’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”
Knowing she'd reached the limit of Helen's patience, Tammy faked a pout, then sat back down and
slid closer to Cameron in her seat.
"I know Helen's uptight, but I was hoping you guys would be more fun," she whispered seductively
as she leaned down to Cameron’s ear. She let her right breast drag over his sizable arm, feeling
him tense in reaction. "You're not uptight, are you? I was hoping this would be a good tailgate. I'm
even enjoying 'strip quarters'. I couldn't help but tease Jack a little, but he seems as uptight as
Helen."
Cameron, feeling the effects of the combination of shots and beer, let out a laugh. "Jack uptight?"
he said, his voice tipsy. "He's about as not-uptight as it gets. I think you have him worried you're
going to call the cops or something. Tammy, he's also as far from a perv as it gets. He won't try
seducing Helen until way later."
Jack flushed at Cameron's loud comment and Helen laughed.
"Hey, no seducing here today," he said, sneaking a guilty look at Helen with a smile on his lips.
"This is a seduction-free game of strip quarters."
Helen looked at Jack with a twinkle in her eye at his stolen glance. Her normal inhibitions had
slipped away with the Añejo, and she caught herself thinking how cute Jack was when he was
embarrassed. His intense scrutiny of her, now that she was so scantily clad, boosted her
confidence. It was time to step things up a notch.
"Jack, I think you're going to end up seducing Cameron at the rate he's fading," Helen said
conspiratorially, leaning toward him.
She was extremely well-endowed, and her huge bra-covered breasts dropped heavily onto the
table, tipping her beer glass. Jack's hand shot out and caught it. His fingers grazed her generous
bosom, as she had planned. She felt a surge of excitement from the contact.
"Whoa! Sorry, Helen; I didn't mean to cop a feel," he said jerking his hand back quickly and
slopping beer over the table.
"Hey, relax. I know it was an accident," she said, reaching for the glass and brushing her hand over
his. "Tammy's being her typical drama queen self. If she's not the center of attention, she figures
the world is out of alignment. Impressive reflexes, though, Jack, with as much as you've drunk
already. Oh, and sorry about the beer. These darn things have a mind of their own sometimes and
they're always knocking stuff over. Maybe I should slow down a bit, myself. At this rate, I might not
make it to the game."
Jack thought that not making it to the game wouldn't be such a bad thing, if there was an
alternative. Since she had talked about them, He couldn't help but glance at Helen's breasts as
they slowly rose off the table, and then quickly to her amused face. She didn't seem drunk in the
least, but she was getting flirty. He liked that. His inhibitions about her age disappeared along with
her clothes. Alcohol, he thought, the great matchmaker.

Helen gave her boobs a shake to draw Jack's eyes back down, noting with pleasure they had
completely distracted him from Tammy's nonsense. She smiled as a dreamy look fleetingly crossed
his face. She was eager to try out the bed in Jack's big beautiful RV.
"Yeah, I could see how they could get in the way," Jack said, distracted, then looked up to see the
carnal gleam in her eye.
Jack had been chatting Helen up most of the day: first at breakfast, then by cell afterward, and
then in person once they got together. She definitely seemed interested, and he knew right away
she was impressed by the RV. He figured he could have Helen if he wanted her, and now that he
was aware of her huge endowment, he definitely wanted her as well.
Early on, Jack was eager to get Tammy to start stripping, for obvious reasons, but he quickly
realized that she was so beyond high maintenance that she was quickly dismissed as nothing but
eye candy. He was, however, stunned when Helen took her clothes off. In addition to being witty
and having a biting sense of humor similar to his, she was unbelievably stacked. She was short,
and her face a little on the plain side, especially when compared to the stunning Tammy, but where
Tammy was built like a super-tall bikini model, Helen's upper body was thickly built. The most
impressive thing about her, though, was how her upper body tapered to a surprisingly narrow
waist, flaring dramatically to very generous hips and a big round ass that set his pulse racing.
Jack's interest in Tammy had waned when Helen pulled off her shirt, but vanished after seeing
Helen in her panties. He was expecting a bookish, flabby girl, but was thrilled to find she was built
more like an extremely busty soccer player: not ripped like Katie, but extremely fit. He began to flirt
in earnest with her, turning on his disarming charm, and turning off the "guy attitude" that most
women found irritating. Tammy didn't seem pleased by the shift in his attention, and tried her
moody stunt.
Realizing he had drifted off into his own thoughts, he caught himself gazing longingly at Helen’s
chest. She looked expectantly at him, like she had been waiting for him to continue the game or
make some sort of move.
Tammy seemed to have written Jack's attentions off, and was now focused on Cameron,
whispering something in his ear that made him laugh nervously. The poor guy was looking like a
lost child, totally out of his league. Hopefully he wouldn't go all shy on her like he sometimes did.
As buff and handsome as he was, it always amazed Jack he was always the wallflower of their
little group. He couldn't worry about that now. Tammy seemed to be into him, so he figured what
happened, happened. He needed to focus on the super-curvy Helen.
Jack looked back to Helen, who watched him intently. He needed to get her alone.
"Maybe you're right, Helen, maybe we should all take a break," he said, noting her brief
disappointed expression, "Poor Cam’s about had it, and it's still two hours to game time. I should
brew him up some coffee, so he doesn't end up as hung over as last night. Want to help?"
"Sure," she said, squirming around under the table as she pulled her pants on, then rising
majestically from the bench and pulling her shirt up over her head.
Jack paused to admire her massive outthrust chest while she put on her shirt. She knew Jack was
watching, and she wanted him to see just what he was suggesting she put away. She looked down
to see his wistful expression fade quickly as he noticed her watching him. He rose from his seat a
moment later, and Helen glanced down at his pants. She thought she noticed a bit of a bulge, but it
was less than she had hoped. He must have subtly rearranged himself under the table.
He took her hand and led her to the kitchenette, pleasing her with the intimate contact.
"Coffee's up there," he said, pointing to one of the overhead cabinets. "I'll get the water."

She smiled.
"No problem," she said, knowing he wanted to see her reach for it.
She stood on her tiptoes and reached up to the cabinet, making a show of stretching. Her chest
was so full she actually pushed the microwave back a few inches on the counter as she pressed
into it. Jack barely noticed as he tried to catch a glimpse of her extremely curvy ass, but the loosefitting pants she wore daunted him. They HAD to go.
"Oops," she said, looking over at him as she pulled down the coffee. "See what I mean?"
Now that Jack had showed interest, she seemed to enjoy showing them off. They were so
spectacular, no wonder, he thought.
"Yeah," he said, realizing what she had done intentionally. "Maybe I should make the coffee. I
wouldn't want you to wreck my RV."
"Ha! If it was Katie doing that, she would have shoved your microwave through the wall, then
overcompensated and smashed the counter behind her with her butt. At least I'm not that bad. Of
course, she wouldn't have to practically jump to get into the cabinet."
Jack thought about wanting her to smash something of his with her butt, but it wasn't his counter.
"I'm sure Mike won't mind if she breaks a few things here and there," Jack said, reaching for the
coffee. "And there's nothing wrong with being short. Hell, I'm always the shortest guy in this crew of
bozos. But what I lack in height I make up for in... charm."
He pulled at the coffee, but Helen’s arm didn’t budge. She held Jack’s arm at bay for a moment,
then decided to make her move. She held onto the coffee as Jack pulled more strongly, and her
chest collided with his. He stumbled, off-balance, and was surprised at how forcefully her huge
chest crashed into him. He wasn't expecting her to be nearly as heavy as she was. She caught him
around the waist and held tightly onto him to keep him on his feet. Her abundance pressed into
him, nearly bending him backward.
"Oops," she said, looking down at Jack as he practically hung in her arms. "Clumsy me."
"It's okay," Jack said, enjoying the intimacy. "Your, um, equipment, cushioned the blow. Coffee
spilled, though."
Helen surprised Jack by dragging him easily across the floor. Her feet crunched over the coffee
grounds as she carried him in front of her. She lifted him to his feet as his back touched the fridge,
and pressed into him surprisingly strongly, her breasts covering his entire chest. Jack felt a bit of a
struggle to draw a breath. She was really huge!
"Sorry about the coffee, Jack," she said breathily, rubbing her breasts against him. "They do get in
the way, don't they?"
"Hardly," he replied, less smoothly than he would have liked. "I think they're in just the right place."
She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. They were so big he had no trouble finding a
place to hold on, despite being squashed into his chest. He figured she was proportionally as big
as the gigantic Katie, bosom-wise... maybe even more so, considering the height difference.
"Now so are your hands," she said, thrusting out her chest so forcefully she probably would have
knocked Jack off his feet if she wasn't pressing him into the fridge. As it was, her surging breasts
pressed up so hard on him he thought his feet were going to leave the floor!

She gave a low chuckle, and craned her neck forward to meet his eager lips. Jack kneaded her
huge boobs through the bra and let out a moan of pure sexual frustration as they kissed. It had
been months since his ex- had started their nasty divorce, and he had been so pent up with angst
over it he wasn't his usual flirtatious self, either at the company he owned, or out and about. It had
been months before that when the sex had stopped.
"You have the most incredible body ever!" he moaned as he played expertly with Helen's massive
boobs.
She stepped back from where she was crushing him into the fridge and let him fondle her, loving
his practiced touch. She had a momentary feeling of inferiority, considering who her two friends
and roommates were, then realized that Jack was being completely and unabashedly honest, not
just settling for her as option number three. She could tell he wasn't playing her from the tone of his
voice and the way his hands trembled as they caressed her massive breasts. He seemed
frustrated at not being able to cup them both in his hands, and finally switched both hands to her
left breast. Helen arched her back proudly, and Jack’s went wide.
"Jesus, I can't even get both hands around one of them... they're astounding!" he gasped as he
worked his hands quickly around and made short work of the clasp of her big utilitarian bra.
"I don't get many complaints," she said, closing her eyes as she savored his hands on her.
Helen beamed at his compliments, and puffed out her chest proudly, loving his amazed look. She
had always been proud of her big chest; that was until she met Katie. She frequently felt
insignificant compared to her best friend, but Katie was so kind and unassuming that Helen never
felt looked down upon, and knew any hang-ups were all in her head. The same couldn't be said for
Tammy, who looked down upon everyone, literally and figuratively.
"Well you sure won't from me!" Jack said, the tone of awe still in his voice. He took hold of the hem
of her shirt. "May I?"
"Please," she said demurely.
Jack eased her shirt up over her head, and moved his face in while the shirt still had her hands
held up over her head, kissing her neck, then working his way down to her full chest, holding her
massive breasts in his hands as he did. Helen tossed her shirt aside, and moaned as his lips
traced over her skin. It had been some time since she'd been with a guy, and he had nowhere near
Jack's skill at pleasing a woman.
"I'm glad you approve," she said, unable to keep the thrill out of her voice. "They like your attention.
Want to see what really does it for them?"
She pulled her bra off quickly, watching Jack’s reaction. He was surprised how little they dropped
as the bra came away, until he saw a pair of equally impressive pecs flex. As she shucked the bra
straps off her shoulders, her breasts jumped right out of his hands as he cupped them! She took
the breast he had last been kissing and pulled the big nipple up to her lips, running her tongue over
it slowly, and gushed with excitement as Jack's eyes nearly rolled back into his head from her
display. She tweaked her nipple, pulling on it lightly, and noted with satisfaction that they perked up
even more hugely. Jack was actually salivating as he watched her, and she noticed that the front of
his pants was now straining from his excitement. Now that was more like it.
"Why don't you get a little more comfortable, Jack?" she drawled, looking down at his pants.
"Wha- oh!" he said, realizing he was mesmerized watching Helen's breasts heaving with her
excited breaths.

He dropped his pants quickly, not bothering to take off his shirt, and Helen was pleased that he
was so aroused by her. She was wondering if he'd been turned off by her thick thighs and big butt,
but he was obviously enjoying her so far. She figured she'd test that before she got too carried
away. It would be a close thing, though, as excited as she was by Jack's effusive praise. Even if he
didn't like her big butt, she could still shove her boobs in his face and take his mind off it.
"Maybe I should lose mine, too," she said, and turned slightly as she bent, pulling her pants and
panties slowly down her shockingly thick thighs. They tensed with her excitement, and she heard
Jack's breath catch as he watched.
"You've got one hell of a body, Helen, just incredible!" he said. "Why weren't more women built like
you when I was in college?"
He couldn't help himself, and he ran his hand down her back as she finished dropping her pants to
her ankles. She started at his touch, then felt her insides tingle as his hand ran down the small of
her back and fondle her big round ass. She stood again and watched his expression, gauging if he
was attracted to her curvaceous butt, or just what Tammy called her “epic boobs”.
"What a body!" he kept exclaiming, seemingly to himself, and Helen watched his mesmerized eyes
as he ran both hands over the generous swell of her buns.
Jack suddenly dropped to his knees and ran both hands around her hips to feel her ass. His head
disappeared from sight, as he pressed his face into her trim belly, covering it in kisses.
"Ohhh," Helen moaned, as Jack rubbed her ass while he raised his head up to kiss the undersides
of her breasts. She couldn't see Jack's lips, but could feel them tracing over skin, burning like fire
with every touch.
He really knew what he was doing, she thought to herself, and regretted thinking he would just be
an easy lay and not that he'd be a great one as well. That thought vanished in an instant as he
made his way around the underside of her breast and took one of her swollen nipples into his
mouth. As thick as her body was, he had to be stretched to arm’s length to reach her nipple. He
didn't let go of her ass, though.
She simply loved that he couldn't stop touching her butt. It had always been a sore point for her
that it was so full and round, like two huge balls in her jeans. It got even worse once she met Katie,
and she always tried to disguise it with skirts and baggy pants, not that much helped. The pants
she had just shed were her most concealing and she felt a momentary pang of nervousness now
that they were off her. It disappeared quickly as Jack increased his attention on her curvy rear.
"Wow, you really love my big ass!" she gushed, as Jack managed to pull his lips and hands away
from her long enough to look up at her.
"I thought you dressed down because you didn't have a nice body, but holy hell was I shocked! You
are so stacked I don't think there's a word for your figure in the dictionary, Helen. Damn woman,
you've got it all!"
Jack could tell at lunch that Helen was envious of Tammy, for what he thought at the time were
obvious reasons, but he was utterly blown away by her outrageous curves. He felt compelled to
reassure her that she had nothing to worry about. He loved big asses, always had, but was so
stunned when he first grabbed two big handfuls that his hands didn't sink into it at all that he nearly
fell over. She was really buff!
He tried guiding her around, surprised at how hard it was to get her to move. She came out of her
cloud of arousal and realized he was trying to turn her As she went along with his hands, he
marveled at the shape of her perfectly round butt, and began to rub his hands over one curvy
cheek, then the other, loving how far it projected out behind her.

"Mind it I give it a little slap?" he asked, and, blushing, she nodded.
He cracked her ass much harder than he had planned in his enthusiasm, and his eyes went wide
as he realized how much his palm stung afterward. It didn’t move at all!
"Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "I don't believe it!"
She looked around, concerned.
"What?" she asked, worried he saw something he didn't like.
"Your ass is so firm my hand stings! Listen to me: I’m so turned on I'm gushing like a damn kid!
Helen, why the hell do you hide this work of art?"
She looked down at him, thinking for a moment he was teasing her until she saw his awestruck
expression.
"Be... because it's huge!" she stammered. "It doesn't look right because I'm so short."
"What?" he cried, shocked. "Who the hell ever said that to you? I'll punch them in the mouth!
You've got the most perfect ass I've ever seen, and it's so damn firm! Jesus! I thought when I saw
you pull your pants down it would be jiggling all over the damn place... not that I don't love that,
mind you... but, Jesus, it's so... Helen...!"
He paused, looking up at her skeptically.
"You really think this thing wouldn't drive just about any man on the planet out of his mind with lust?
Are you kidding? Don't you ever watch MTV? Big butts are fucking hot as hell! It's skinny girls like
your self-absorbed friend that put this shit in your head, isn't it? She's just jealous she doesn't have
a killer ass like this. You can see her burn with jealousy every time she looks at you! I kept
wondering why, but… holy shit, Helen!"
Helen was stunned by the entire fawning admission from Jack, and was embarrassed that he was
rubbing her butt reverently as he spoke to her, but it felt so good to believe his words... and his
hands felt wonderful on her skin....
"It is a crime that you aren’t proud of this masterpiece. Hell, girl, you've got such a smokin' bod I'm
can’t believe you don't flaunt it like crazy! You'd have half the campus chasing you around if guys
saw your insane curves. Probably half the women, too!"
Helen laughed nervously. Was he serious?
"You're teasing me, aren't you?" she said hesitantly.
He cast such a shocked look at her she was shocked in turn.
He jumped up, surprising Helen, and took her hand.
"Come here," he said, struggling to pull her forward into the front of the RV. He quickly grabbed a
remote control from a holster on the wall and pressed a button, and Helen watched, amazed, as
shades dropped on all of the windows in the front.
"Wow," she said, watching the windows obscure. "This thing is crazy."
"Yeah, it's my house," he said. "Why own a run-down piece of crap house that stays put? This thing
cost as much as a house, but the beauty is I can take it with me. Anyway, quit changing the

subject, come here."
He pulled her in front of the door to the closet, in front of the full-length mirror that hung on it. He
turned her in profile to the mirror.
"Look at you!" he said, the awe apparent in his voice. "That is only the most incredible set of buns I
have ever seen. You CAN'T hide your perfect ass anymore, Helen. It's like a crime against nature
or something! I mean, seriously."
Jack again dropped to his knees and, looking around her thick thighs, watched in the mirror as his
hand traced over the amazing curve of her ass, starting underneath where it stood straight out from
her body, then running his hand up over the generous round swell of the fullest part, ending with
his hand cupping the small of her back.
"Jesus, I can't stop touching it!" he said in awe, and Helen's smile beamed even as she blushed. "I
can't stop looking at it, either. It's so fucking incredible. All of you is, Helen! I can see you don't
think you're as hot as Tammy, but you blow her out of the water! Trust me, nobody wants a stuck
up girl like that. Cameron will put up with it for a little while, but he'll bail. I know him. Guys want
someone who's as into them as they are into her. You are so down to earth and modest... and that,
Helen, is sexy. That, and this killer body!"
He abruptly stopped touching her and hopped to his feet.
"You know, maybe I should just shut the hell up. I'm probably giving you a big head... now you'll
know you can wrap guys around your little finger with that world-class equipment."
Jack crunched up his face into a comic scowl as she looked at him, laughing, her face red.
"Oh, the look on your face! I'm debauching your innocence! Oh, the humanity! I'm such a dirty old
man!" Jack said, as he cackled and hunched over like a comic-opera villain, chasing Helen around
trying to pinch her butt as she laughed. She swatted at his hands, but as hard as her ass was, he
only managed to run his fingers over the surface.
After a brief romp, Helen, her face bright red, turned and pushed Jack playfully away from her.
"Knock it off, Jack, you idiot," she laughed as she shoved him, then froze.
Without meaning to, Helen shoved Jack so hard that he shot across the RV and landed forcefully
into the couch behind him on the opposite side. He hit with enough force to rock the entire RV side
to side on its shock absorbers. She had a moment of panic as she realized what she'd done. It had
been so long since she'd played around like that with a guy, she forgot her own strength.
"Oh... shit! I'm sorry Jack! Are you okay?"
Jack sat for a moment, stunned, then sprang up from the couch in a flash and frantically attacked
Helen's mouth with his. She was so surprised that she stumbled back into the closet door, which
cracked loudly from the impact, and Jack collided with her huge boobs as he frantically sought her
lips. He leapt up and wrapped his legs around her small waist, and kissed her so passionately that
she was left gasping.
"What... what was that for?" she asked, surprised, barely realizing he was clinging tightly to her
with his legs as he ran his hands all over her.
"You really DO have it all!" he moaned, and Helen was so distracted by his advance that she didn't
think to ask what he meant as she succumbed to his skilled touch and urgent mouth.
*************

Cameron was in deep shit.
The few he had downed with Jack had been enough to get up his nerve, but the beer during the
game had been more alcohol than should have drunk. He noticed Jack give him subtle signs to go
easy on the drinks, but what could he do? Cameron was never one to give up at anything. He
always went toe to toe with Mike and Jack in college, and, even though he knew he didn't have the
excellent genetic gift Mike had for building muscle, he easily worked two or three times as hard at
it. He had to admit that seeing he was in better shape than Mike when they met again after all this
time was more than a minor victory.
Cameron saw a shadow pass over his head, and winced at the light as he looked up at the
remarkable creature as she passed by, examining the items on shelves in the room. She fidgeted
with the radio, which began playing a current song he didn’t know the words to.
Cameron seldom ever drank. He didn’t care much for the taste of most alcohol, and was really
feeling the one-two punch of the drinks running through him. As most of his drunken revels with
Jack turned out, he was always the worse for wear when they were done, needing nearly a week
to get back into his gym routine. He nursed the beers as much as he could without looking like a
total wimp in front of the women, but he was still buzzing hard. He was also turned on like crazy
from the delectable Tammy striding through the room like a force of nature, her head grazing the
ceiling in her heels. He began to get worried: as fit and attractive as women usually found him, he
felt he was completely in over his head with such an awesome specimen of womanhood.
He watched as she strode around, flaunting her perfect figure. She obviously enjoyed men's
attention. As aloof as she acted, Cameron knew she had been watching him and Jack intently all
afternoon. There always seemed to be an extra spring in her step any time a glance was cast her
way, a little extra swing in her hips, a bounce to her chest. It was as though men's eyes were the
stage lights for her sexy performance. He would have laughed at the childishness if she wasn't so
damn good at it. She really knew how to use that incredible body to best advantage, and every
movement when she was "on" just oozed sex. He also noticed she looked pissed when Jack
began to ignore her for Helen, but it was a foregone conclusion that Jack would have sawed off his
right leg for a shot at her as soon as her clothes started coming off. Helen was right up Jack's alley,
and Cameron was as shocked as Jack when she pulled off her dowdy clothes to reveal the most
exaggerated hourglass figure he had ever seen. Her big round butt alone must have Jack beside
himself trying to get his hands on her. He almost laughed from the thought, but knew Tammy was
watching him like a hawk, even as she acted nonchalant: bending low to look at an item and
pointing her beautiful, heart-shaped ass right at Cameron. He caught himself staring, then looked
down, trying to shake the cobwebs from his hazy consciousness.
Lucky Jack... it was like Manna from Heaven for him to stumble across Helen. He had gently tried
for years to persuade his now ex-wife from going to the gym because he knew it made her big
curvy butt shrink. If he was more sober, and less worried about Tammy's reaction, Cameron would
have laughed at the irony of it. Helen's butt was probably so big and round precisely because she
looked like she dominated on the squat rack, especially her huge thighs. He found himself jealous
of their size and obvious power. It was so frustrating: he was always more upper-body heavy, and
despite working his legs hard, never could get the size out of them he thought would balance him
out. He knew he'd never get half as close to the incredible girth of Helen's thighs... they were so
gigantic for such a small woman....
He snapped out of his drunken reverie and looked up to meet Tammy's burning eyes as they
peered at him. She seemed eight feet tall from his seated vantage. Her eyes were crinkled in mirth
as she regarded him.
"Cam, you're not looking so good," she said, leaning close, and he was surprised that she gave a
shit how he looked. From her earlier behavior, he would guess she wasn't capable of looking past
the end of her own pert nose. Apparently it was at least partly untrue.

"You're not a big drinker, are you?" she said, surprisingly kindly.
Her words belied her actions as she bent low to address him, putting her dangling breasts directly
in his view.
He tried as hard as he could to not gaze at her boobs as they strained her sexy red satin bra. Her
inhibitions about displaying her body disappeared as soon as Jack and Helen walked out of sight
into the kitchenette. Tammy watched them go, then dropped the sweater on the seat next to
Cameron. The whole attitude toward Jack was definitely a childish act. She was practically
prancing around the room as he watched her, her movements commanding his eyes to follow her
fabulous figure.
However, he now felt like an ass as she looked down at him with obvious amusement at his
condition. He hated to be out of control. Especially when the stakes were so high.
"Hey, big guy," she said down to him. "Let's get you walking around or you're going to get sick.
Come here."
Tammy held her hands out to him and pulled him easily to his feet. With her heels on, his eyes
were level with her breasts at her current six foot seven. Cameron marveled. He had never seen
breasts so big and perky on a woman as tall. He began to wonder what was in the water on
campus these days. All of these women, Katie, Helen, and even Tammy, had giant boobs. Maybe
he should take some continuing ed courses. He wasn't that far from campus, just a few hours....
With a smug chuckle, she guided Cameron around the close confines of the RV, driving him crazy
by brushing her boobs against the back of his head as they walked around the room, until she was
satisfied he wouldn't pass out on her. Then she turned him around to face her, puffing out her chest
for his benefit.
Tammy knew Cameron was hers for the taking. Her haughty expression as she looked down at him
masked her burning urge to tear the remnants of his clothes from his well-muscled body. She
longed to drag him, willing or not, back to the bedroom she knew was just beyond the doorway
opposite the direction Jack and Helen went.
"Jesus," he said, unable to control his mouth as her perfect breasts swam in his vision.
Tammy looked down at Cameron's dazed stare. She put her hands on her hips, enjoying her effect
on Cameron as his erection rose. Maybe she'd take him, get herself off quickly, and then tease him
mercilessly for the rest of the day. She hadn't been laid in nearly three days, so she was feeling the
urge, anticipating the thrill of conquest; but she knew the gaping hole in her plan was wanting to
ride him until he collapsed beneath her strong thighs. She also worried about how rough she could
get. She'd only ever taken one other guy close to Cameron's age. It was the reason her step-father
and her mother were now divorced, and Tammy wasn't welcome back home any more. She
sighed. Oh well....
"They're pretty awesome, aren't they?" she quipped down to the top of Cameron's head. "Helen's
are bigger, and Katie's, well, forget it, but I think mine are the perfect shape, and they're SO perky,
not like Helen's big droopy monster tits. Don't you agree? You're at the perfect height to judge."
Tammy stood achingly close to Cameron, and puffed out her chest. Cameron's mouth fell open as
he watched her nipples press through the red satin inches from his face, seemingly on command.
She shrugged off her bra in a flash, and Cameron goggled as her breasts -- easily a D cup or more
-- didn't sag in the least. If anything, they seemed even more buoyant out of her bra, like the band
was pushing them down onto her chest, holding them lower than they would be otherwise. He
would have sworn they were fake if he hadn't watched them jiggle enticingly as she shimmied out
of the bra cups.

"Oh my God," Cameron said, his comment as subtle as before.
He was appropriately awed, Tammy thought, and had such a great body. She began to ache for
Cameron's hands on her. He certainly didn't look old enough to be her father. Her father was a bum
who had run out when she was seven to shack up with the pretty gym teacher from her elementary
school. How he had landed her, Tammy had no idea. He was hardly built like Cameron. Cameron
looked like he treated his body as a temple. Well, he could worship at her temple for a while, and
she would ransack his.
"So tell me, big guy: what do you think is my best feature?" she asked, still upset over the fact that
Jack had totally forgotten her when Helen took her clothes off. "My boobs are great and all, but
there's so much more to explore. How about these?"
Tammy stretched her mile-long right leg upward gracefully, bent it at the knee, and actually draped
it over Cameron's shoulder! Her knee brushed against his cheek as she looked down at him. He
almost looked like he was going to topple over. She smiled impishly. She would get him so wound
up he'd explode like a bomb as soon as she touched him.
"They just go on forever, don't they?" she teased, and rubbed her calf and the heel of her foot
against his back. "Some of the girls on the basketball team are as tall as me, but none of them
have legs like mine. Most of them have twigs, those other tall girls, but mine... here, feel that...
they've got some meat on them. Feel how firm they are."
She took Cameron's hands and ran them over her thigh, and relished the fact that they were
shaking. He almost looked like a lost little boy from the almost fearful expression on his face. Time
to make this little boy a man, she thought as her panties began to dampen from his hands running
up her long leg.
"Oh God," he groaned again, and her lascivious smile widened.
"You could spend all night on my legs and still not explore all of them; but you're not done yet,
Cam," she said sexily. "You can't make an informed judgment if you haven't seen it all, can you?
You look like a guy who likes to have all the details. I can tell that about you."
Returning her foot to the floor, Tammy turned around, brushing her erect nipple across Cameron's
cheek, and stepped away from him slightly. Then she bent her long legs and aimed her curvy ass
at him, giving it a sexy shake. She slapped it hard, the loud crack of her hand on her tight pants
making Cameron flinch. She bent low, slipping the pants over her hips and down her legs.
Cameron could clearly see the long-fingered imprint of Tammy's hand, pink against the creamy
skin of her gorgeous ass. Miraculously, she managed to pull the pants over her heels without
falling on her face, thanking her luck for not spoiling the effect by being a klutz. Then she rose back
up, sliding her hands over her long, long legs as she went, then up over her curvy hips, until she
stood above him again.
Looking down over her shoulder to watch him follow her every movement, Tammy took a step
back, rubbing her ass against Cameron. She was so much taller with the heels on that she rubbed
her ass over his stomach and lower chest.
"Go on," she prompted him, and looking like that lost little boy again, he ran his hands over her
shapely seat, feeling how perky and firm it was. It wasn't insanely round like Helen's or Katie's, but
it fit her body perfectly.
The word perfect kept popping into Cameron's head as he endured her merciless teasing.
"Good God," he moaned, and she turned to stand tall before him, laughing, her chest shaking in
his face.

"I think I'm turning you into a religious nut," she said, then grabbed him under the arms and heaved
him right off his feet, lifting him until they were face to face. "So we better get it on before you go
join the seminary or something."
Cameron's drunken inner monologue completely switched off as his mouth hung open in
amazement.
Her voice was totally unaffected as she held him in front of her, his toes dangling almost a foot off
the floor. He kicked his feet a little to see if he was possibly passed out at the table and this was all
a drunken figment of his imagination. He felt himself sway but not dip, and realized he wasn't
dreaming. Tammy held him as easily as if he was a baby.
Her laughter at his incredulous look quickly changed to a ferocious predatory leer as she looked
down to see his erection poking into her lower belly. She looked up in time to see him begin to
speak. She'd fix that.
She covered Cameron's spluttering mouth with hers before he could utter a word, and she looked
around his head as they kissed. Spying the doorway to the bedroom, she walked casually through
it, ducking deep to avoid hitting her and Cameron's heads while holding Cameron's body to her.
She threw him down on the mattress, watching with satisfaction as she put enough muscle into it
that he rebounded upward a few inches. Then she quickly kicked off her heels and jumped on him
before he could recover. She had his underwear around his ankles before he could open his
mouth. He felt the burning hot wetness of her sex engulf him in one quick motion as her legs
clamped onto his sides. They were so strong he felt like he was being crushed in a vise.
"Jesus, Tammy!" Cameron exclaimed, pushing uselessly at her thighs.
She ignored his futile efforts and reached around his neck to pull his body off the mattress and aim
his lips at her waiting breast.
"Get ready for the ride of your life, old man," she growled as she pinned his hips beneath her
bigger body. "And pay extra attention to the nipples."
*************
Katie and Mike were standing in the middle of her apartment. They were both trying their hardest to
not tremble in anticipation as Mike worked his way around Katie's body.
"I think you're spoiling me, Mike," Katie said as she held frozen in a hard flex, her hands in the
splay-fingered pose that bodybuilders used to bring out the different striations in their forearms.
"I've never met anyone so taken with my muscles before, but I'm so glad it's you!"
Mike was holding her huge right arm with both hands wrapped around it, lavishing attention on her
impossibly hard muscles. Katie felt his hands constantly pressing on her arm, and loved the moans
that escaped his mouth as he found it solid as steel and totally immovable.
"I love how I can't move you, not one inch! God, I can't get enough!" he groaned as he rubbed his
face all over her swollen bicep, and she raised her arm slightly to his lips. "You're so unbelievably
strong... it's making me crazy!"
"Good! I've been crazy about you for years. You have a lot of catching up to do!" she replied, her
voice nearly a moan.
Katie was wetter than she'd ever been. Mike had been worshipping her body from the moment
they had gotten back to her apartment. He had taken absolutely no time in stripping her clothes off

and his own, and now had her holding a flex as he tried to move her or get her arms to dip. He
pulled on her arm, pushed at her stomach, anything he could try to get her to yield even a fraction
of an inch... seemingly at random between kisses to her body or licks or worshipful touching. She
made sure that everything he tried would utterly fail. Every time she watched him struggle to move
her arm or get her off-balance, the gasp of ecstasy she heard from his failure to have her yield
made her harden her flex to the point where her body felt like solid steel.
The whole thing was overwhelming for Katie. She wanted to melt into a puddle at his touch, but
knew that the reason he was so turned on was because her mighty body was so strong and
unyielding. It was torture, but so erotic that she was dying to show Mike just how incredibly strong
she was, to impress him so greatly that he'd give himself to her utterly. She knew now, after all of
the worry, that he would be turned on at just how strong she was, and that he had barely scratched
the surface. Her mind still shrank from the idea of showing him the full extent of her strength, and
she knew the act from earlier, where she struggled so mightily to lift the three men with her arm,
had him completely convinced, but she felt like she was lying to him. She entertained wild, crazy
thoughts. Of all the men she'd ever given a hint of her vast power, Katie knew that Mike would be
the one to not shy away, or show fear. Quite the contrary. The realization that her childhood idol
would be the man to appreciate her fully for who she was thrilled her beyond measure.
She determined on the spot that she couldn't keep the full extent of her strength from him any
longer. She had to show him everything. As many times as she challenged him to probe the depths
of her strength, he still had not taken up the challenge. She longed to show him everything in that
instant, to share her incredible secret with him, like she now felt compelled to share everything
sexually.
Other silly, childish thoughts ran through her head once her decision was made. She'd move Mike
into her dorm room, get an apartment with him, marry him and run away... a wild whirlwind jumble
of thoughts tore through her mind as he tried his utmost to make her body submit, even a little bit.
"Anything you want, Mike, just say it," she said, trying one last time to coax him to reveal her
unbelievable strength. "I'll blow you away with what I can do. I've barely gotten warmed up. Three
guys is like nothing to me. I'm so much stronger than that."
Mike distantly registered the words, and they turned him on even more, but his focus was on her
amazingly hard right arm, the one that had curled three full-grown men's weight not two hours
earlier. His mind kept replaying how Katie was able to not only curl a full-sized barbell bar with his
and two other men's weight, but then press the bar, with all three of them high over her head not
once, but five times! It was like someone had torn a page from the book of his wildest fantasies
and designed a woman exactly to his specifications, leaving out no detail. Every little thing about
her was just what he had always searched for, down to the bright blue eyes that watched his every
motion with an intense interest that nearly unsettled him.
He kept pulling down on her arm, still barely able to comprehend that this woman, this flesh and
blood being, was able to completely resist him. Not only that, but she appeared to easily
overwhelm his mightiest efforts with barely any of her own!
"Go ahead, Mike," Katie urged him gently. "I know how much you like hanging from my arm. I used
to love it when you did it to me, too."
Mike cupped his hands over her massive bicep and pulled his legs off the floor, then flexed his own
arms and lifted his face to press his lips against her tricep, kissing it over and over.
"Mmm," Katie moaned, and began to slowly flex her arm, pumping the huge muscle until it swelled
even bigger, feeling Mike's hands rising high with each flex.
Katie loved the role reversal they now were experiencing, but had to take it a step beyond, for him.
She stretched her arm out until it was straight and parallel with the floor.

"Hey, I have an idea," she said, and lowered her arm slightly. "Here, lift your legs up to my hand.
Thrilled, Mike did it instantly, his abs flexing as he raised his legs. He noticed that Katie had turned
her hand down so she cupped his generous crotch with her hand once he moved his thighs around
her hand and wrist.
"Mmm... hold on with your legs, Big Mike... here you go!"
Katie slowly raised her monumental arm, smiling at his enraptured face the entire time, and his
world literally turned upside down as she extended her arm straight up toward the ceiling, Mike
clinging tightly to her massive limb.
"Easy as can be, baby," she cooed at him, feeling his hardness in her hand as his legs gripped her
tightly. "It's so easy for me I could do this all night with your sexy body, Mike. That, and more. So
much more. All you have to do is say the word."
It was simply unbelievable. He was a big man, but she handled him like he was nothing. It was so
overwhelming, the stuff of his darkest imaginings, that he felt a rising tide of passion for Katie
threaten to drive him mad.
He dropped down once Katie had lowered her arm, and turning, bent down and wrapped his arms
around her waist, burying his face in her massive breasts. Then he lifted hard with his legs, and felt
her hard body lift off the floor. She was really heavy!
Surprised, Katie wrapped her huge arms around his shoulders.
"What are you doing, baby?" she asked.
"I had to see if I could at least pick you up," he grunted, his voice muffled by her breasts. "I can't
move you, but at least I still have the ability to overcome gravity. Sometimes being with you feels
like someone threw the switch on reality! God, Katie! You do things that make me barely believe
my eyes!"
Katie's smile threatened to split her face. The tone of awe and desire in his voice made her so wet,
she could feel it rubbing against Mike's hard stomach as he held her close. She draped her legs
over his hips, gently, and, holding onto Mike's shoulders, ground her hips into his belly.
"Do you feel that, Mike?" she asked, her body aching for him inside her. She was finally ready.
She could barely hear his voice. He was buried so deep in her boobs she thought she might never
find him again.
"God, do I ever," he moaned, and she felt him shift unsteadily.
"Hey, I know I'm really heavy, if you want to put me down--" she began.
"No!" he said quickly. "It's so incredible holding you. I feel like I'm holding onto a hurricane, or a
tidal wave, or a nuclear bomb... it's like holding so much power in my hands... God!"
Mike's confession nearly made her cry. It was exactly the way she felt the first time she had met
him and hugged his big body with her much smaller one as a child.
"Take me, Mike! Take me, now!" she cried, tightening her legs on him.
Mike knew he couldn't hold onto her the way he was for indefinitely. She had to weigh over three
hundred pounds from the strain she put on his hips. He was hardly a weak man, but he knew there

was no way he could hold her on his hips and make love to her for any length of time. But he didn't
want to. He wanted her to be in control, he wanted her to take control with her overwhelming power
and do anything with him she wanted. She already did things to him that he thought were
impossible, but he needed to feel her power over him, and know that her acquiescence to his
desire was entirely her choice. Especially if they were to make love.
Mike staggered to the wall of the living room and Katie's strong back collided hard with it. Leaning
back, she pulled him far enough away that Mike's face came into view.
"Take me, Mike... please!" she moaned, "I want you so bad!"
"Katie... you have to be sure," he said, hesitant, uncertain.
She could feel his hard member pressing into her, sliding along the cleft of her ass. Levering her
body upward, she used her legs and core to angle her hips until she felt Mike's cock at the
entrance to her womanhood, then reached her hand between them and worked it into her.
Mike's body was moved aside by her insistent arm reaching between them, the massive power of
her arm pushing away his clenched core muscles like he was a fraction of his two hundred twenty
pounds.
Katie let out a sharp cry as Mike's sizeable penis entered her. She felt as he filled her that he
completed her like no other man ever could, and, gritting her teeth, let her heavy body push him
deep inside her, piercing her hymen and driving so deeply that she thought she would pass out
from the sensation.
Her gigantic thighs involuntarily tightened around his waist, and Mike felt like he was being crushed
like a tin can. The pressure was so intense that his strong core muscles were overcome with
laughable ease. Her flex was mercifully brief, and only tight enough to make him realize that sex
with Katie was not to be entered into lightly. He laughed inwardly at the pun in his head as Katie's
strong body flexed, and he felt her muscles lift her upward on his cock.
She uttered a wordless cry as she felt Mike's member moving inside her, his cock touching so
many erogenous places inside her at once she thought her mind would overload. Katie’s orgasm
began deep inside her. Again her impossibly strong legs tightened, just the tiniest bit, and, with a
groan of pain, Mike felt his legs give out from her incalculable power. He sagged against the wall
and began sliding down as his legs went slack. Then they stopped as Katie's feet touched the floor,
and he felt her, her body trembling in the midst of her first-ever orgasm from being penetrated by a
man, holding them up without even realizing. Her entire body was rigid: every muscle flexed to
their full awesome size. Katie's head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry, tears
streaming down her face.
At first Mike thought she was crying, like she had realized this was a mistake, and a cold fear
gripped his gut that he had deflowered an unwilling woman. Then as he felt the hard muscles flex,
moving her hips around slightly, he realized she was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing
through her powerful body, that she was in the midst of an epically powerful orgasm, and the tears
were the result of so much emotion all at once.
Mike's hips were pinned between Katie's gigantic thighs as she held frozen, and he ran his hands
lovingly over the surface of them, feeling the deeply etched striations as they flexed. The gentle
touch seemed to bring Katie back from the place she had been, and she sank to the floor, riding
Mike down until he lay on his back, his legs bent uncomfortably as they lay in a jumbled heap next
to the wall.
He felt Katie's strong legs lift up, and her hand slide under his back, holding him tightly to her as
she moved them away from the wall. Mike breathed a sigh of relief as he was able to stretch out
his legs. He felt for a moment that he had been bent nearly in half backward.

She lay her heavy body down on him and hugged him tightly.
"Oh, Mike!" she said, overcome with emotion. She kept repeating his name, over and over, and he
felt her hands touching him, exploring his body as if she was discovering him for the first time.
They lay like that for some time, Mike calmly allowing Katie's emotions to run their course. He was
still buried deeply inside her, and the tiny movements of her body as her hands ran over him
caused her inner muscles to move against him, eliciting the most unique sexual experience he had
ever had. It wasn't extremely erotic, nor was it uncomfortable, just different. He imagined only
Katie's incredible womanhood felt like that.
Finally Katie seemed to realize they had been lying there for some time, and lifted up to look at
Mike.
"Thank you! Thank you, Mike!" she said, overcome.
He pulled her face down to kiss her, and felt her heavy body pin him to the floor. Her huge breasts
overwhelmed his chest, burying him in their abundance.
Without a word, Katie got her legs beneath her, lifting both Mike and herself up with no effort. She
stood, legs parted, still holding Mike to her, his erect penis as deep inside her as it could reach.
She didn't seem to know what to do.
"Honey, would you like to go to your bed?" he asked her, his voice soft, comforting.
She nodded and he began to move as if he was going to pull away from her, but realized he
couldn't. She still held him tightly to her.
"Don't move," she said, her voice surprisingly stern. "I want you right there!"
Mike froze. Hands on Mike's ass, she made her way awkwardly to her bedroom, Mike still deep
inside her. She got onto her bed and maneuvered them until she was astride him, her knees
against his waist. Her incredible thighs flexed, and her majestic body rose slowly upward, sliding
up Mike's shaft until she was high above him with just the tip inside her. As she rose, every muscle
in her upper body seemed to swell massively as she tensed from the sensation. Mike watched in
awe as she brought her arms out to either side of her body and flexed them to their full massive
size. The veins rose as he watched, tracing over her limbs from the hard flex.
Her voice shaky, Katie spoke to him between moans of ecstasy.
"Touch me, Mike. Feel how strong I am. I know how much you love it. I'm yours. Totally yours.
Forever."
Mike hardly needed her prompting to want to touch her. He constantly touched her while they were
together, as if he was reassuring himself that she was flesh and blood, not a figment of his fevered
fantasies. Invariably his hands drifted to her arms, but at that moment, with the whole of her
unbelievable upper body flexed for his approval, Mike reached his hands to her abs, feeling the
deeply etched washboard of muscle, moving in time with her excited breathing, reacting to his
touch by twitching slightly.
His hands roamed as Katie rose over him again and again, frequently freezing as another climactic
plateau overcame her. Her strong legs frequently would tighten on Mike, to the point where he
would have to tap on her stony thighs to prevent her from hurting him.
Mike's maturity showed as he guided the inexperienced Katie in their lovemaking, and they
discovered each other together with relish. He held out a very long time, though Katie made it a

point to excite him with her physique and her prodigious breasts. He came after nearly an hour of
counting baseball statistics and thoughts of work, anything to keep him from succumbing to the
sexual juggernaut riding him. He lost count of Katie's orgasms after the first half hour, instead
savoring each one as it arrived, and enjoying the sight the rock-hard body that rose above him.
As Mike expected, her endurance was truly phenomenal, and as she rode him with increasing
confidence, showing no signs of stopping, he realized that, though she was on top and doing all of
the work, he would likely wear out before her due to the need to tense his core to endure the
occasional heavy landing or flexing of her thighs.
Eventually Mike had to gently urge Katie to stop. Though her womanhood never seemed to cease
its astonishing feminine flow, Mike was sore and near the end of his endurance. She seemed to
want to show him that her enthusiasm and stamina knew no bounds where he was concerned.
As Mike pulled her down onto him to end their epic lovemaking, Katie looked at him with concern.
"Was it okay?" she asked, and he had to stifle a laugh at her niavete. "Was I?"
"It was wonderful, Katie," he said with the utmost sincerity, "and you are unbelievable. No woman I
have ever known has had such endless stamina, and you know that everything about you drives
me absolutely wild. What you lack in experience you more than make up for with your raw sexual
power. You really are a force of nature, my beautiful Katie."
She smiled happily at him.
"Power and stamina are two things I have in abundance," she sighed. "I just hope I didn't
disappoint you."
"Not in a million years could you disappoint me, my love," Mike said, surprised to hear the words
come from his mouth, "and when I think of you, abundance is always one of the first words that
pop into my head."
She chuckled at his joke, and pressed her breasts into him. Her arms wrapped around Mike and
she hugged him until he saw stars.
"Good! All this abundance is yours for the taking, Mike! If you have an opening for a really really
strong sex slave, I happily apply for the job," she whispered sexily in his ear.
"You're hired," Mike said. "But I think the job description would have to read somewhere far beyond
'really really strong'... I was thinking something like: 'beautiful, bounteous, supremely powerful,
ultimate sexual goddess'. How's that appeal to you? It may require you to work nights and
weekends."
She chirped excitedly and again hugged him with her powerful arms.
"Seriously, though, Katie. The real question is: do you think you could endure being with an older
man?"
She smiled down at him.
"If that's a proposal, then I say: I do!"
*************
Four hours had passed since Mike had last seen his friends, and he was so exhausted it took
every last ounce of his stamina to drag himself from Katie's bed to his pants in the living room.
Katie still looked fresh, and he had to remind himself that she was more than a decade younger in

addition to being so much stronger. He wondered with amusement if dating a woman half his age
in her kind of shape would raise the premiums on his life insurance policy due to high-risk behavior.
As Mike dialed Jack's cell, he felt Katie's eyes on him. She watched him, giddy, as he stood in his
boxers, facing out the small window of Katie's apartment. She had not been able to stop at their
first lovemaking session, and attacked Mike in the shower, as he got dressed, as he got a drink,
everywhere, for the entire afternoon. He could feel her advancing behind him, then felt her hand
snake under his ass and gently rub him through his underwear. He was hardly about to tell her no,
but wished her endless horniness would abate long enough for him to call his friend, or maybe
throw together a quick last will and testament.
"Yeah... oh, hey Mike," came Jack's exhausted voice. "Are you guys finally done? Are all of your
limbs intact? I have a picture of you in my head crumpled up like an old wad of paper."
"I'm intact, but I'm not sure if I'll stay that way," Mike said as he heard a chuckle and felt Katie's
insistent hand stop rubbing once he was erect and spread out around his manhood. He thought he
knew what was coming next, and, even as tired as he was, knew it would excite him as much as it
did the first time. He already felt the first stirrings of what was coming next.
Mike heard Jack's own tired chuckle and another indistinct female voice over the phone as was
brought up on his tiptoes.
"What is wrong with you?" he asked Jack, feeling the stirring of his loins from Katie's teasing. "You
sound half asleep. I figured you'd be in full party mode by now. You didn't drink everyone under the
table already, did you?"
He heard Jack start to speak, then some rustling noises, and the indistinct voice sounded clearly in
his ear.
"He didn't have the chance," Helen said, and Jack's eyes grew wide. "And if he tries, I think I can
take him."
Jack's voice sounded away from the mouthpiece.
"Yeah, she's already taken me more times than I can... oof!"
He heard some more rustling, and Helen came back on.
"Sorry, Jack can't talk right now, he's got his... um... hands full. We'll try to get the place cleaned up
by the time you arrive, but as for Jack... he can't make any promises."
Katie began tracing kisses down Mike's neck. Her hand put gentle upward pressure as she cupped
her hand around Mike's manhood and his feet left the floor.
"Yeah," came Jack's muffled voice, and Mike could almost see the smile on Jack's face as he
spoke. "No promises, Mike, but the grill is warmed up if you two are hungry."
He heard Jack try to say something else, then his voice became so muffled it was unintelligible.
Soon after the phone went dead.
Mike laughed, shaking his head, and Katie's arm froze with Mike about a foot off the floor. She
stopped kissing his back long enough to ask, "What?"
He tossed his phone onto the couch nearby and marveled as always at Katie's boundless strength.
He was hanging from her incredible arm, and it didn't waver or quake with his weight on it, as he
knew it wouldn't. It still took his breath away to feel how effortlessly she could hold his entire body
with one arm.

"I think Jack and Helen are... busy," Mike said, turning to look down at her.
"Really?" Katie said, her eyes wide. "That's so great! Her last boyfriend was a total jerk. You don't
think Jack will treat her badly, do you? He seems like a nice guy... but I've been wrong before. I
know I'm not wrong about you, though, Mike. I think I know just what makes you crazy now... the
tiniest little bit of showing off... mmm. It's so much fun playing around with you!"
Mike was having trouble concentrating on the conversation as Katie casually lifted him higher,
toying with him as his body gently bobbed up and down as she flexed her gigantic bicep, curling
him so casually she barely seemed to exert herself.
"He's... oh, God, Katie... he's not like that. He always treated his ex like gold. I think even if he tried
to mistreat Helen, she sounds like she has him under control," Mike said, then his stomach lurched
as Katie's hand lifted strongly, raising him to the height of her shoulder so quickly he felt like he'd
been shot from a cannon. Katie began kissing his lower back while her other hand snaked around
and began rubbing over his thigh toward his manhood.
"Physically there's no doubt, but she sometimes wears her heart on her sleeve, so that's what I'm
worried about. She did say she thought he was cute, but she was never the kind of girl who just
went for it. I'm so proud of her for doing that!" Katie said, not sounding like she was working at all
to hold a two hundred twenty-five pound man with a single arm. "I wonder if Jack could resist if she
really came onto him. I was so glad you didn't when I came onto you!"
She began to massage Mike's balls with her middle two fingers as she supported his weight with
her palm and the remaining three. Her other hand reached his cock and pulled it through the fly of
his boxers, and Mike squirmed as he sat on her hand, and, almost against his will, he felt his
excitement rising again. Katie recognized how much Mike enjoyed being lifted by curling her arm,
so she lowered him and turned her arm until his waist was trapped between her huge breasts.
Katie looked up at Mike's enraptured face and began slowly curling upward as she stroked him,
kissing the muscles of his obliques as he rose and fell.
"Ooh... God, Katie! I couldn't resist you if I tried!" Mike said, moaning as Katie looked up at him and
let out an excited sigh. Mike's body swung like he was sitting on a piece of heavy construction
equipment, not the hand of the sexiest woman he'd ever met. He dropped his left hand down to her
massive breast and began fondling it as she stroked him, curling his body in little motions, over and
over, as tireless as she was when they first met.
"Good," she said as she continued stroking him. "Mmm, I love when you touch me."
It was simply unbelievable that Katie's irresistible power and sexuality could excite him so many
times in a single afternoon, let alone the entire day and a half he'd been with her. He thought
before he got to campus he might get lucky this weekend if he was on his game, maybe with
someone he chanced upon at the game, or at a bar on Saturday... but this... it was simply
overwhelming, the young powerhouse holding him so effortlessly, so eager to please him. She
seemed like she was desperate to blow his mind in every way. And the fact that she kept urging
him to further test her incredible strength... it was like a dream come true. Better, in fact; so much
more exhilarating than any fantasy he'd ever entertained about his dream woman. He had thought
he'd pushed the limits of her incredible strength today at the gym, with greater than six hundred
pounds with her single arm, but she had just hinted that even that wasn't enough to take her to her
limits. Had she really been holding back? She seemed so convincing as she grunted and shook
with exertion. Surely she couldn't fake that kind of effort... unless it was so easy that she could
playact without worry. It couldn't be possible... could it?
Mike had a moment of clarity from that thought in the swirl of sensations Katie was coaxing from
him. He struggled to keep his mind off Katie's insistent hand stroking him to yet another orgasm.

"I hope things work out for them." Mike said through clenched teeth. "Jack never had a problem
going for it, but it sounds like she knows what to do to put him in his place if he gets too, well,
enthusiastic."
Katie smiled as she heard the intense arousal in Mike's panting voice. She was as hooked on
arousing him as he was on being aroused by her. She never wanted to stop!
"Yeah, she's way stronger than Jack," Katie said easily, continuing her mind-blowing hand-job. "Not
nearly as much as the difference between you and me, but still several times, I'll bet. She is one of
the most impressive people I've ever trained. But she's such a sweet girl. And you probably
couldn't tell, but she's really stacked under all of the clothes. I'll bet Jack was surprised when he
found out. She said he was hitting on her at breakfast, but I'll bet he had no idea what he was
getting into!"
She moved Mike's body effortlessly until his manhood was near her mouth, reveling in the look on
Mike's face as she held him. Then she began lightly kissing the tip of his cock as she kept stroking
him. She felt his hand clench as he hefted her massive breast, and smiled. He was past
responding, so she increased her attention on his cock, knowing that she was wearing him out with
her constant attention. Now that she had Mike, her Big Mike, in the palm of her hand (literally!), she
knew she could never let him go. She wanted to keep him in a perpetual state of bliss so he
couldn't even think to consider anything but her as the woman in his life.
"Mmm... I love how much you enjoy this!" Katie said with her million dollar smile, "and I know you
love feeling how much stronger I am! I'll do this to you any time you want, Big Mike. All day long if
you want. You couldn't wear these muscles out even if you weighed twice as much!"
She began raising and lowering Mike more forcefully with her powerful bicep as she stroked him
and sucked him off, bringing him to a shuddering orgasm in minutes. As he came, Katie kept him in
her mouth, still pumping him with her hand. She sucked him until he was fully drained, removing
her hand from his cock and holding him upright with her fingertips on his chest when she felt him
slump forward.
As Mike recovered, Katie held him high and began talking to him again as if she hadn't been
holding him with one hand for such a long time.
"Helen seemed to be into Jack, so I think if he’s a nice guy, he might get lucky." She said as she
flashed him a naughty look.
"I think he already did," Mike gasped. Katie did the same in response.
"You're kidding!" she said.
Without warning, Katie bent over and snatched Mike's phone off the couch. She held Mike even
higher as she did, balancing his weight on her hand almost without thinking, as she figured out how
to redial Jack's number with the unfamiliar phone.
"Jack's phone," Helen's voice purred. "He can't talk right now, Mike, his mouth is, um, occupied."
"You slut!" Katie shouted excitedly. "You didn't!"
Katie laughed as she heard Helen gasp in surprise.
"Oh, who are YOU to talk, Ms. 'I'm-so-in-love-with-Big-Mike'!" Helen snapped back. "I'm going to
take a wild guess, but I don't think you have the same pure and virginal status as you did last
weekend... do you? Did you finally do it with Mr. Right? Shh, Jack. No, you keep your lips right
where they are."

Katie blushed furiously, and Mike sat, looking down in total exhaustion at her from his surreal palm
perch. It was like she forgot he was practically held over her head, his hips almost seven feet off
the floor.
Katie's face screwed up, and suddenly she burst forth the word "yes!" with the most radiant smile.
"Oh, Helen, it was so perfect, he's the most wonderful...."
"Were you gentle with him? You didn't break him in half or anything, did you? He still sounded
intact a minute ago." Helen asked with a laugh, which quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure.
Katie looked up at Mike with the most lovestruck expression he ever saw, then looked back down
as she continued her conversation.
"He's fine, but you're one to talk! I'm sure you're at least three times as strong as poor little Jack.
As hard as you hit the weights, maybe four times. He's a bit out of practice." Katie said.
"Four times? Easily. But he loves it! It's amazing Katie! You told me about Mike, but I never
thought... I figured he was like finding a needle in a haystack. But Jack, he can't take his hands off
me! He keeps feeling my butt and telling me he loves how big and hard it is!"
Katie heard Jack's voice raised in the background, and Helen took her mouth away from the phone
briefly. Katie heard her speaking to Jack, but couldn't make out the words. When her voice came
back to the phone again, she could hear the mischief in it.
"And he tells me he likes it when I grab him by his hips and he puts it between my boobs while I'm
holding him up in front of me...." Helen said, and Katie heard Jack yell, "Hey!" Then his voice was
muffled again.
"Oh, Jack I'm just teasing! You like to tease me, so it's only fair... oh! Mmm... oh, God, Jack! I love
when you do that!" Helen said, barely audible, then Jack's voice mumbled something and Helen
laughed excitedly. "That's my big... ohh... my big strong man. Oh, God, yes, I love when you use
your tongue! Mmm!"
There was a momentary pause, and Katie briefly heard Jack's voice, which was quickly replaced
by Jack's muffled exclamation.
"Oh, you can rest tomorrow. Shh, you need to keep sucking, baby," Helen said, then her voice was
loud again as she brought the phone to her mouth. "Sorry, I was just talking to Jack. So, you have
to tell me everything! What is Mike doing now? Did you knock him out with that awesome bod?"
Katie blushed, realizing that Mike was still high over her head. She paused, then looked up. Mike
cocked an eyebrow at her and gave a wave, as if to say ‘I’m still here,’ then laughed as she
blushed harder. She quickly set him down and dashed back into her room. He could hear her
animated voice echo down the hallway.
He would really need to get used to dating someone so much younger, he thought to himself as he
got dressed, his legs still shaking.
*************
Cameron groaned, then felt a plastic cup pressed to his lips.
"Hair of the dog, big guy," Tammy's voice said to him, and he drank the cold beer proffered.
"Thanks," he said. "Was I out long? And... did I... make an ass out of myself?"
Tammy loomed high above him, then stretched her long leg over him and sat on his hips.

"You were fine," she said. "You've got quite the talented tongue."
He smiled sheepishly.
"Thanks," he said. "It's easy to be very motivated with this work of art as the object of my
attention."
He ran his hand down Tammy's body from her neck to her firm belly, passing his fingers between
her perfect breasts. She responded with a warm smile.
"Yeah, well, you're not too bad yourself, old man," she quipped. "I usually don't have much luck
with sober guys being able to keep up, much less a drunk one."
Cameron finished the beer and set the cup aside. He looked up at Tammy's fabulous figure and
she seemed to accentuate every place his eyes traveled.
"You are definitely energetic," Cameron said, and Tammy laughed as she pushed him back down
on the mattress.
"You don't know the half of it," she said. "Care for Round Two now that you've had a little nap?"
"Absolutely," Cameron replied, as Tammy lifted off his slightly sore hips to find his once-again erect
penis

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Katie had to practically carry Mike to the grassy field where Jack's RV was parked. Like several
tailgates before, Jack's RV had an awning over the place Mike would expect lawn chairs to be
placed, and the grill sat off to the side with a cooler that Mike expected to contain all kinds of meats
for the grill.
Neither of his friends were outside, nor were the girls, and Mike smiled when he noticed that, every
so often, the back of the RV rocked slightly. As big as the thing was, someone must be going at it
hard to make it visibly move.
"I'm half afraid to open the door," Mike said, and decided to knock.
After a while, Helen answered the door wrapped in a blanket, with Jack looking over her shoulder.
He looked like he'd been hit by a car, and Mike fully understood how he felt. His hair was
disheveled and his eyes were tired, but he wore a smile from ear to ear.
"Katie, can you do me a favor?" Helen asked, her face a little red. "Can you run back and get me a
new pair of pants? Mine had a little accident."
Jack had an evil glint in his eye, and Mike cast a curious eye at him. He noticed that both of the
girls were looking at each other with some sort of subtext in their eye contact. He also noticed that
they didn't look nearly as worn out as he and Jack.
"Yeah, no problem," she said, and turned. "I'll be back in a flash."
Katie gave Mike a quick peck on the cheek and took off at a run, her big chest bouncing and
shaking from her pace.
"She's going to have to bring a change of clothes for herself if she keeps that up," Jack quipped.
"She is pretty hard on her clothes," Helen said, and Mike noticed that Jack was extremely close to
her, and he saw the blanket Helen wore move every so often in the area around her hips.
"You are too," he said over her shoulder.
"If I'm not careful," she said, smiling back up at him. "As if you didn't notice."
"I didn't see a thing," Jack said, and Mike saw his hands move over her hips again.
Mike couldn't help but smile at the exchange. He made his face neutral as they both looked down
at him.
"I'll start cooking," he said, letting them enjoy a little more private time together. "I honestly don't
know if I'm up to climbing the steps right now."
He laughed, and his friends joined in.

"You're either brave or crazy, or both," Jack said. "But you seem really happy."
"I am, Jack," Mike said, "You both seem pretty happy yourselves."
"So far, so good," Jack said, and he wrapped his arms around Helen's small waist.
"Yeah," she agreed. "I'll let you guys talk for a while if you want."
Helen walked toward the back of the RV, and Jack climbed gingerly down the stairs.
"You too, huh?" Mike said with a smile as Jack got to the ground.
"She's unstoppable," he said. "I haven't had a workout like that since *I* was in college."
"Well, I think you better get back on the horse," Mike replied. "or she'll be the death of you. I'm still
hitting it fairly hard, but if Katie is any more exuberant, they'll be planting us in the ground side by
side. Speaking of burying old men, where's Cameron?"
Jack jerked his thumb toward the back of the RV, the place Mike had seen shaking recently. Almost
on cue, the back of the RV shook visibly.
"You're kidding," Mike said. "The tall redhead he's been mooning over?"
"Yeah, and he can have her," Jack said. "Even if Cameron ends up falling in love with her, he'll
never be able to compete with her love of herself."
"She did come across as a bit self-absorbed at breakfast today," Mike agreed. "So, do you think
this craziness is going to work out: a bunch of thirty-somethings with these healthy young does?"
Jack looked contemplative.
"Well, the little pillow-talk we've had so far tells me Helen doesn't seem to have a problem with it,
and I know Katie is totally obsessed with you. That," he said, gesturing toward the back of the RV,
"is doomed from the start, but you know Cameron."
They watched the back of the RV, with its occasional shake and bounce, and they both shook their
heads.
"You figure she's as fit as the other two?" Jack asked.
"No doubt," Mike replied. "I think Katie's the one who got them all into shape. She was talking on
the phone to Helen about being several times stronger than you and to take it easy."
"Yeah, don't I know it? The girl is a titan," Jack said, throwing some sausages and a foil-wrapped
rack of ribs on the grill. "With all the dumpy clothes, I thought she was the nerdy, out of shape one
of the group, but turns out she's always feeling a bit outshone by her friends. You wouldn't believe
what was hiding under those clothes, Mike! It's like someone asked me what my ideal woman was
and then went out and found her. And hell, I was starting to dig her even before she took off her
clothes... it's a sign, man."
"Yeah, I wouldn't know anything about that," Mike said, and they shared a smile as Katie came
running toward them.
As far from the stadium as her dorm was, she must have sprinted there and back.
"Uh oh, guy talk," Katie said, coming to a stop. "Should I cover my ears?"

"Only if you don't want to be flattered," Mike said, and Katie walked up behind him and put her
huge arms around him. "Jack was just telling me that he was shocked at Helen's figure."
"You've been flattering me all weekend," she said with a sunny smile. "Why stop now? And as for
Helen, I keep telling her she has to quit hiding her beautiful body, but she won't listen. Hey, I'm
going to go give these to Helen. And trust me, she's NOT going to be able to hide in these pants."
"Thank you!" Jack said as she walked past, and got a laugh and a squeeze on the shoulder that
nearly dropped him to his knees.
The men watched as Katie's tall, powerful body climbed the steps of the RV, closing the door
behind her. They heard some excited conversation once the door closed fully, and looked at each
other in amusement.
"They're so damn young, aren't they?" Jack said, looking at the girls' silhouettes hugging in the
shaded window.
"Yes they are, Jack," Mike said as he watched Katie pick up Helen as they hugged. "Yes they are.
Glorious, isn't it."
*************
The afternoon went smashingly well, with the two couples drinking as they talked and ate at the
table in the RV. Tammy and Cameron eventually made an appearance, both unkempt, and Tammy,
huge purse slung over her shoulder, immediately asked to use the shower. She dragged an
exhausted-looking Cameron behind her as she went.
Amused looks were exchanged, and the tailgate continued for another half hour, when Tammy
emerged looking a like she'd just stepped out of a college fan poster. A university sweatshirt was
stretched tightly across her chest, and she wore a matching skirt in school colors, showing off her
seemingly endless legs. Cameron arrived shortly thereafter, much more presentable, but just as
tired-looking as the other men.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Cam," Jack said with his characteristic snarky smile, and
Cameron cast a sober look at him. "How's your head?"
"Surprisingly, not bad." he said, "Tammy brought me a beer and it seemed to do the trick. I think
I've had my fill of alcohol for today, though."
"Yeah, you're much more fun when you're sober," Tammy said, smiling warmly, and Katie and
Helen exchanged surprised glances.
Even Jack seemed surprised that there wasn't any haughtiness in her voice. Mike looked at
Cameron, who had put his hand in hers, pulling her to sit down with him. She sat next to him and
he pulled her head close to whisper in her ear. She smiled lightly and nodded, then sat casually,
glancing around as the surprised looks died away.
"See?" he said, nudging her in the ribs.
"Hmph," she replied, but the grumpy tone wasn't matched by the look on her face. She appeared
more at ease than her friends had seen her in a long time. Mike noticed her hand closest to
Cameron was under the table.
Helen, unable to resist, piped up.
"You really pull that look off, Tammy," she said, waiting for the snotty response.

"Thanks," she said brightly, and the girls looked at each other again.
"Who are you and what did you do with Tammy?" Katie asked, laughing.
Cameron snorted, and said, "I convinced her to turn off bitch mode for a while. She's going to try it
out and see how it fits."
Mike shook his head at Cameron's ever-present candor.
"Cam, it's a wonder you ever get laid," Jack said, "I swear."
"Jack, I'm sure you were thinking I was a total cunt this afternoon, and I can't say you were wrong,"
Tammy said, snickering at his response to her vulgarity. "Cam's trying to make a nice girl out of me,
so I'm going to give it a shot... for him. I don't know, though, I can feel the bad girl fighting to get
out."
"Don’t worry, I'll take care of her," Cameron said, giving her a sly look.
"Oh you will, will you?" she said, and the rest of the friends watched them with amusement.
Helen turned toward Jack and put her arm around him.
"I’m with Tammy. I'd say, if I'm not mistaken, that the girls at this table have pretty handily taken
care of the guys," Helen said, pulling Jack into her. "What do you think, Jack?"
Mike looked at Jack, not knowing what his answer would be. He suddenly looked like he grew an
inch, and Mike noticed that Helen's arm around his waist had easily picked his feet up off the
ground. She was holding him on her broad hip nonchalantly, as if nothing unusual were happening.
"I'd have to agree," he said after a moment, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"I don't even think I need to say anything to that," Mike agreed, and Katie pulled him closer. "You,
Cam?"
"Oh, I'm totally whipped," he said. "She's like a sex machine. When her thighs wrapped around me
I thought they were going to squeeze the stuffing out of me by accident!"
Tammy took her hand from under the table and punched him on the arm, and Cameron's playful
"ow" was betrayed when he began discretely rubbing his shoulder when he thought nobody was
looking.
"Ha. See if *you* get any after the game, wise-ass," she said, and started as Cameron's hand
under the table apparently did something to make her jump.
She put her own hand under the table, and the other couples decided to talk amongst themselves
as their playful contact began to escalate. Without warning, Tammy jumped up and dragged
Cameron back to the bedroom again, slamming the door.
"She's not shy, is she?" Mike asked Katie.
"Not in the time I've ever known her," she replied, her cheeks tinged pink. "Jack I, um, like your RV.
It must have cost a fortune."
"This big monster is Jack's house," Mike responded for him, as he was kissing Helen, still perched
upon her hip. "He has some land, but it looks like an RV park. His property has a deck and
hookups for this thing, and a concrete slab. Oh, and a mailbox."

"And a shed to store the junk that doesn't fit in here," Jack said, briefly pulling away from Helen's
insistent lips.
"Sounds charming," Helen said, pulling his head back down.
"And I thought we were bad," Katie said in an aside to Mike.
"Honey, I think we're the tame couple by comparison," he said, as they watched Helen carry Jack
off to the front of the RV, pulling a privacy curtain closed with her free hand.
*************
The Homecoming game was a meat-grinder. Mike's alma mater was fighting a brutal defensive
game with the visitors in the first half, and Katie showed her frequent ire by jumping up and yelling
at the referees, at the players she called by name, and at the home team coach, who would
occasionally cast a forlorn glance in their direction. There was no name-calling or vulgarity, but her
displeasure at her team's lackluster performance was obvious.
She ended up being displayed several times on the big screen of the scoreboard, hopping mad,
her big chest bouncing around in front of the entire stadium.
"Wow, Katie honey, it's just a game, sweetheart. Sit down," Mike said, pulling at her to have a seat.
As immovable as an army tank, Katie barely seemed to notice him pulling at her.
"They're making me look bad, Mike," she said, her voice low. "I'm the strength trainer for a lot of
these guys, and they aren't looking nearly as tough as I know they are. We even went light this
week to get ready for the game. Maybe I should have worked them harder, especially Kevin,
number forty-two: he keeps getting shoved off the line after they snap the ball. I know he can do
better. "
She jumped up suddenly, wrenching away from Mike as Kevin was blown off the line again.
"Come ON, Kevin! All that back work we did this season? You're WAY tougher than that! Make me
proud!" she shouted, and Mike saw the big lineman cast a look toward them like he was
disappointing his family.
He gritted his teeth and got into position, casting one more glance at Katie.
Several of the players sent sheepish looks in their direction. It didn't help that Katie had the lungs
of an opera singer, and that they were right down on the fifty-yard line, right in the front. Jack had
gotten killer tickets for years.
Mike looked in desperation at Jack, but he was so busy making out with Helen he didn't even know
what quarter it was. When he finally came up for air, he had just enough time to say, "good game,
huh?" before Helen pulled him back into her ripe curves. She was still wearing her big oversized
shirt, but Katie had selected skin-tight stretch pants, and her prominent lower body was on full
display.
Mike was astounded at the sheer girth of her thighs. He always had big legs and built them fairly
easily, but Helen's legs eclipsed the size of his handily, despite being a foot shorter. The huge
muscles bunched and relaxed as she made out with Jack, and often pushed into Mike as she sat
next to him. Jack's hands looked positively tiny as he moved over the massive surface of her legs.
Helen caught him looking at one point, and smiled knowingly. She flexed her thighs, pushing Mike's
entire body away from the explosion of size.

"Hundreds of squats," she said, leaning toward Mike. "Katie really had me hit them hard to keep up
with my upper body. I think Jack likes the results."
"What's not to like?" Mike exclaimed. "Your thighs make me jealous. I don't think I've seen more
development on a woman besides Katie!"
"They're awesome, aren't they?" Jack said in an awestruck voice, pulling back from kissing so far
down the neckline of Helen's shirt that Mike could see her bra and a generous amount of cleavage
peeking out from underneath. "But her butt is in a class by itself. It's like two perfect spheres... you
should see it!"
"I'm sure Mike doesn't want to see my butt," Helen said, looking up at Mike, a blush crossing her
face.
"From the looks I saw coming in here today, EVERYONE wants to see your awesome butt!" Jack
said. "Oh come on, stand up so Mike can be as blown away as me."
"Shut up, Jack!" Helen said, blushing furiously. "It's for your eyes only."
"Okay, I'll walk behind you as we go, but I can't cover the whole thing, it's just too frigging...."
Helen shut Jack up by grabbing him and shoving his head into her shirt.
"I like your lips better in there," she said, and Jack's muffled protests quickly changed to more
kissing.
Mike looked to Katie as she avidly watched the home team's defense sack the opposing
quarterback. Her fist-pump in celebration was accompanied by an ear-splitting cheer, and Mike
looked around for his other friends.
Cameron and Tammy had gone for drinks at least two quarters ago, and had yet to reappear. Mike
had visions of the back of Jack's RV bouncing like one of those low-rider cars in a rap video and
chuckled at the thought, until Katie jumped up a minute later, this time in elation.
Kevin, the big lineman, had blasted open a hole in the defensive line on the first play of the
offense's possession, and the sleek running back zipped through.
"Go, Shaunte'! Run hard! Woohoo!" she screamed, leaping to her feet as the running back
streaked down the sideline for a big gain.
Mike watched, increasingly mortified, as Katie appeared again in the middle of the scoreboard,
jumping up and down excitedly. He could see himself slumping toward the edge of the camera,
trying to get out of the frame. He also noticed many of the men's eyes around him bobbing up and
down in time with Katie's bouncing bosom as she cheered, some watching the screen, some
watching Katie herself.
Katie dropped hard onto the bench, causing Mike and several of the others to jolt upward from the
reverberation. The impact was hard enough to momentarily separate Jack and Helen, but they
were quickly at it again, and Mike noticed Jack's hands slipping under Helen's coat.
Katie suddenly reached over and gave Mike a crushing hug, all captured on camera. He watched
her massive arms envelop him, and couldn't help but marvel at their size difference as he watched
the screen.
Katie noticed where he was looking and pulled Mike into a passionate kiss. The hoots and cheers
of the crowd grew. As his eyes opened, he noticed Katie was bright red, but smiling broadly, and he
couldn't help but feel her excitement. He was sure he was as red as her, but all of the shouting, the

unbridled enthusiasm and passion, made Mike love her all the more. It was a small price to pay for
the awesome goddess seated next to him. His awesome goddess.
Cameron and Tammy rejoined them with at the two-minute warning of the fourth quarter. Where
Cameron looked exhausted before, he now looked to be passing out on his feet as the couple sat
down on the other side of Katie. Mike and Cameron caught each other's eyes, and Cameron gave
a weak "thumbs up" to Mike.
The game had become a nail biter, tied six to six, and Mike had taken to moving hastily when each
play ran, as invariably Katie would be on her feet. He got into it with her, shouting with as much
fire, feeling her infectious enthusiasm, as had most of the spectators around her. They had all
taken to clapping her on the back after good plays, but she had only done it once, to Mike, and
nearly launched him over the fence separating them with the sideline. After that she settled for
hugging him so tightly he felt like his head would pop off his shoulders.
The game came down to the final play, with the home team in position for a game-winning field
goal, when the play went bad. The defense was able to penetrate the offensive line after a bad
snap, and the kicker, a short, smallish guy had grabbed the ball and was running.
"Come on Randy! Come on! Keep low, lower body and core! Come on!" Katie shouted
continuously, and screamed excitedly as Randy made his way around the outside of the jumble of
players. Randy, looking like he heard every word Katie bellowed at him, got low to the ground,
crashed hard into the safety... and carried him backward into the endzone for the win.
Katie was ecstatic and screaming at the top of her lungs. She was over the fence and heading onto
the field before Mike could blink. He watched, amazed, as she dashed right into the middle of the
rowdy team, her shoulders as sizeable as the players, even in their pads. She grabbed Randy, who
was several inches shorter than her, and hugged him until it looked like he would have trouble
breathing. After letting the dazed Randy go, she jumped and jostled with the rest of the team as
they celebrated their hard-fought victory.
"Helen... HELEN!" Mike said, and she broke away from Jack, looking at him languidly. "Is she
always like this at the games?"
"No, sometimes she gets excited," Helen said, and Mike laughed. "This one was pretty tame. Once
in a while she goes out on the field during the game, and they have to shoo her off. She's on her
best behavior, and I think it's because you're here. She has the nickname 'Fan Zero', because
she's so far beyond number one fan status. We were ten point underdogs going into this game, so
I can just imagine what she would've been like if you weren't here."
Mike shook his head. Life with her will hardly be normal, he thought to himself.
*************
The post-game celebration was raucous, even by Jack's standards. All of the couples seemed to
have gotten their fill of mauling each other earlier in the day, and partied hard. Cameron, who was
still in the spirit of the partying, if not the consumption, wisely abstained from the alcohol.
Jack was matching all of his friends drink for drink, and Helen was easily keeping up with him.
They threatened to wipe each other out with their challenging shots, and Mike marveled: their
tolerances were truly titanic.
Katie was the center of attention for the rest of those in attendance; most were rabid alumni or
other college students who came to congratulate her. Most of them wanted to get pictures, and
Katie broke out her "Fan Zero" t-shirt, so insanely tight that the zero looked like an exaggerated
oval that puckered between her massive boobs.

"I got the nickname back when I was an undergrad," she admitted sheepishly to Mike, "and I've
gotten, well, a little bigger since then."
"In all the right places, Honey," he replied, and she wrenched him off the ground, kissing him with
abandon.
Several of the football players Katie had worked with stopped by to thank her for getting them into
shape. She hugged her trainees like a big sister, patting them on the back or rubbing them on the
shoulder, but she continuously looked at Mike as she did it and watched his reaction, as if she was
afraid to offend him by coming into contact with the players.
"You're like the secret weapon of the team," Mike remarked when the last of the players had gone.
"I think about half of them stopped by or more."
"I noticed Kevin didn't show up," she said, "but I think he's beating himself up over me yelling at
him. I never act like I did today (Mike scoffed under his breath as he remembered Helen's
admission of Katie's enthusiasm), and I think I may have made them feel bad. I wish he would
come, because I wanted to tell him how proud I was that he pulled it together in the second half.
And Shaunte', he ran like a madman! He tripled his yards over the first half! It's all that leg work we
did, I know it. I feel like a proud mother hen! The Cougars were top ranked in our division, but we
knocked them out of there!"
"I think Shaunte' may have to find his guts after you squeezed them out of him when he showed
up," Mike laughed, until Katie, who didn't set him down for most of the evening, gave him a
similarly crushing, hug.
"Like that?" she asked coyly, and smiled a naughty smile as she felt the effects of her hug on
Mike's libido.
She laughed and set Mike down, then was swept up in another wave of infectious celebration of
the night's victory. Mike quickly had to hide his excitement as Katie was whisked away to take more
pictures and chant fight songs with other excited students.
Mike loved to watch her passion, and thrilled at how she flexed her huge arms involuntarily when
she emphasized a point, or pumped a fist in the air. Any act of exuberance made her fabulous body
move in ways that were most erotic to Mike's eyes, and soon he was feeling the selfish urge to pull
her away from her admiring party-goers.
"Mike," came a voice near his shoulder.
It was Helen.
"I just wanted to tell you about this in case Kevin did show up tonight, so things didn't get ugly. He
probably won't come because he's been in love with Katie since he was a freshman, and she's
never returned his affection. I'm sure he saw Katie and you on the big screen. I think after she
kissed you was when his game turned around."
"Oh, hell," said Mike. "Katie knows the scoop, right?"
Helen shrugged.
"I don't know," she replied. "She treats them all more like her kids than like equals. Of course, they
aren't equal physically, but I think Kevin always held out hope. He knew she had dated one or two
people on campus before you came along. I've known her longer than pretty much anyone else on
campus, and since I’ve known her, she’s never had anything serious with others. She's always
been waiting for you. Weird, isn't it?"

"Believe me, it creeped me out when she first laid it on me," Mike said, and Helen nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sure the 'Big Mike' shoes truly are big ones to fill," Helen said, then stood on her tiptoes
and kissed him on the cheek. "But I think you're up to it. Just don't try to go toe to toe with her
when she's passionate about something. The Dean of the ES department got in a shouting match
with her about the Old Rec building and ended up dangling by his ankle over the side of the roof.
She held him there with her arm stretched out, shouting stuff like 'See? I didn't get this strong over
in the other exercise building,' until he promised not to tear down the old Rec. I'm sure Katie will be
pissed if she knew I told you."
Mike thought about it for a moment, then laughed lightly.
"I'd sooner go up against a dozen starving grizzly bears than to antagonize her," he said. "Hell, she
picked up all three of us with one arm! Her shadow is probably stronger than three of me."
Helen laughed.
"Yeah, probably," she replied, and then looked oddly at Mike. "You said she picked up all three of
you? I'm surprised. She told me she was worried about showing off too much of her muscle."
"Well, she did beg us a bunch of times to not be afraid or to think she's some big mean monster,"
Mike said. "Why, do you think she was going easy on us?"
Mike laughed at his comment, but stopped when he saw Helen's face. He looked down at her, and
the feeling of excitement he had this afternoon in the weight room began to settle upon him once
again.
"You're kidding," he said, bending down to her height. "She looked like she was really struggling,
but then she did five reps from her shoulder like it was easy. It was like that hard fight in the curl
magically disappeared. I thought something was up, but my brain was telling me the whole thing
was impossible, so I didn't dwell on it."
"If she didn't tell you, I'm not saying a thing," Helen replied. "But I'll tell you this: Katie specializes in
the impossible. Some of the things I've seen her do--some of the things she's trained ME to do--I
would have never thought any of it was possible before I met her. The first year she talked me into
letting her train me, I was squatting over a thousand pounds!"
Mike looked down at the petite woman.
"A thousand pounds?" he asked, amazed. "Now what are you up to?"
Helen looked down with a look that told Mike she regretted her braggadocio.
"Um, a lot more than that," she said quietly. "Oh, hey Jack!"
They watched Katie reveling with the other students, as Jack walked up, hugging Helen around the
waist.
"Hi stud!" she said, relief in her voice. "We were just talking about Katie's passion for college
football."
"No kidding," he said, squeezing her tightly. "I thought we were going to go into orbit half the times
she landed on the seat next to us. My tailbone is still sore. I'm surprised I didn't have to pick it out
of my teeth."
"You should try living with her," Helen said. "We've been through more university furniture than you
can imagine."

"You sure it was just her?" Jack teased, moving his hands down to her snug-fitting stretch pants
and grabbed her butt. "I could see this thing doing in some of those seats."
She blushed and moved to pull away, but Jack held on to her hips and she dragged him several
feet before she stopped. Helen, a sexy smile on her lips, shook her hips forcefully and tossed him
off her. She ran, laughing into the RV, with Jack in hot pursuit.
Mike watched them go, smiling and shaking his head, and felt a pair of gigantic arms enclose him
in their steely grasp. He was pulled into a pair of equally gigantic breasts, and smelled Katie's
perfume as she leaned close.
"They're a great couple, aren't they?" Katie whispered in his ear, nibbling it after she was done.
"Mmm," Mike said, "yeah, they are. I haven't seen Jack this happy in years. His wife really did a
number on him. She was built a little like Helen, but that's like saying a canary is a little like an
eagle."
"Yeah, she's so built, isn't she? I could see it in her the day I met her," Katie said. "I think Jack's
going to do wonders for her self-esteem. She used to bitch about her ass being so big, but she hits
the squats harder than anyone I've ever met short of me. She's got phenomenal leg strength, and
you could break bricks with a sledgehammer over her big bubble butt."
"I'm sure Jack will try, as obsessed as he is," Mike said, then leaned back, hugging her arms
around him. "How about yours? Crack any bricks yourself, sexy?"
Katie laughed, then reached lower on Mike, her hands holding his hips.
"Nope, no bricks," she said, then whispered in his ear, "but with my ass, I'll bet I could sit on
diamonds and have to brush off the dust when I got up."
She snaked her hands lower still, and smiled at the results.
"You've got a gift for tease, my lovely Katie," Mike said as she fondled his growing shaft.
"Only with you, Mike," she replied. "Most everyone else is scared out of their wits by me. They
must think muscles equal mean or something. It's all the steroid rumors: I'm sure everyone says I
take stuff to get this big. I'll never convince people otherwise, I'm sure of it."
"Ah, who cares what they think?" Mike said. "I know, and I love you to death, even when you get
really excited at football games."
"I didn't embarrass you, did I?" she asked, concerned. "It's tough for me to just sit there. They're
my guys, you know? I sometimes feel like I'm out there with them."
"I'm sure you are in spirit, Honey," Mike said as he held tightly to her arms, loving their incredible
bulk and hardness. "They all look up to you... some of them more than that."
She looked surprised.
"What do you mean?" she asked, and Mike realized she didn't know what he was talking about.
"Helen filled me in on why she didn't think Kevin would be here tonight," he said, and felt her arms
tighten on him. "It's okay, don't be mad at her. It's important that it's out there. He is more your age,
you know, and if you ever came to the realization..."
Mike spun like a top as Katie turned him quickly to face her. Her face was stricken.

"You're not..." she began.
"No, Katie, I'm not saying anything about not wanting to be with you, but I want you to know that if
you ever realize that I'm just too old for you, or begin to feel uncomfortable, I'll understand."
The look on her face made Mike instantly regret saying anything.
"You do want to be with me, don't you Mike?" she said, her lip quivering.
He pulled her into a strong hug. The feeling of that mighty, hard body made his heart soar.
"More than anything, Katie!" he said vehemently. "You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman
and more! So much more! I just don't want you to realize that you made a mistake, if something
about me didn't turn out quite the way you had come to expect in your mind. I would understand,
that's all I'm saying. I will try like hell to make us work. I'll do anything to make you love me, but I'm
just saying that if you realize...."
He couldn't finish his sentence as Katie pulled his arms from around her, then yanked him forward
and pressed his lips hard into hers. She did it so quickly that Mike's stomach was caught trying to
catch up. He melted into her as her overwhelming power asserted itself effortlessly over him. He
felt her hips grind nearly imperceptibly into his, and her massive chest pushed so hard into him he
had to fight hard not to be bent backward. As her lips left his, her eyes bored into him, and he felt
like she was looking right into his heart.
"Mike, NOTHING will make me stop loving you. Anything that comes between us won't be there
long. I'll see to it."
The words were barely out of her mouth when a high-pitched whine made them look up in time to
see a tiny car hurtling toward them. It was one of those little Smart Cars, and its spinning wheels
couldn't get traction on the dewy grass. The driver looked drunk, and the car was sliding toward
them as it attempted to turn harder than the grass would allow.
Katie immediately pushed Mike so hard he shot away from her, landing easily ten feet away and
sliding another ten across the wet grass. He heard a sickening thud, and looked up to see the most
amazing sight: Katie had wrapped her massive arms around the side of the car and dug her feet in,
and the car was pushing her toward the RV. Huge showers of mud sprayed up from where her feet
tore into the ground, and after nearly twenty feet, she and the car came to a standstill, feet from the
RV. The car had smashed into her at probably thirty miles an hour, and she didn't even seem
stunned by the crushing impact!
Katie yanked open the door and wrenched the driver out. Mike was surprised the door didn't come
off in her hand as hard as she pulled at it.
"Dude, what the hell?" she shouted hoisting the startled drunken college kid up by his shirt.
He was so out of it, he couldn't respond. Katie dropped him unceremoniously in the mud and
pulled the keys out of the ignition.
"You're crazy! You could've killed my boyfriend!" she yelled, and Mike could see her shaking from
the adrenaline rush. "You're too drunk to drive, you idiot!"
Katie suddenly looked startled and turned quickly to look for Mike. She dropped the car keys as
she rushed toward him.
"God, Mike, are you okay?" she shouted, eyes wide in fright, yanking him to his feet and attempting
to brush the huge mass of mud off his back. "I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

Mike was shaken also, but so turned on he could hardly speak. She had just CAUGHT a car
hurtling toward her and stopped it in its tracks! A freaking car!
"I'm okay, Katie," he said after he collected his wits. "Are YOU okay? That thing smashed right into
you!"
"I'm okay," she said. "I'm so wired right now, I'm shaking like a leaf, but I don't feel hurt."
Mike checked her over to make sure. As he finished running his hands over her front, the two
heard the sound of the little car’s door slamming. The drunk had found his keys on the grass and
crawled back into his car. Katie turned and ran up to it, peering down through the windshield.
"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.
The car's ignition turned over and Katie squatted down, putting her arms around the front and dug
her feet into the soft ground. The little front wheels began to turn, then spun as their traction was
unable to overcome Katie's awesome strength. Mike approached, and his jaw dropped. She didn't
seem to be even fighting to keep the car in place!
"Mike, can you get that guy out of there?" Katie asked him casually. "He's going to kill somebody!"
Mike went to the driver's side door, but it was locked.
"Alright, that's it!" Katie growled, and Mike saw the corners of the car's hood buckle inward around
her arms as she tightened her hold on the front of the vehicle.
With a mighty heave and the tiniest grunt of exertion, Katie lifted with her back and strong legs, and
hiked the entire car off the ground in one swift motion! She stood tall, holding the front end of the
little car in her powerful arms. The bumper rested against her knees and its sharp nose pointed at
the ground.
“Hey, idiot, stop trying to drive!” Katie shouted, and actually shook the entire car in her massive
arms!
The loud whine of the madly spinning wheels died as the driver, not buckled in, was thrown into the
steering wheel.
Katie trudged forward slowly with the tremendous weight, walking the car several feet until it was
clear of the muddy patch it had dug in the ground. She set the little car down, rear wheels first as
Mike followed her, marveling at the superhuman feat. She continued to hold the car's front end off
the ground so the drive wheels couldn’t touch.
"What should I do with it, Mike? If I set if down, he's going to drive off!"
She looked worried, but not winded. She really *had* been holding back earlier!
"Tip it over backward," he said, "then the idiot will open up. I'll call the cops."
"Okay," she replied. "If he doesn't come out, I'm going to rip the door off and grab him."
Mike got out his cell, as, without a noise, Katie pressed the front end of the little car high off the
ground, then angled it until it was lying on its rear hatch, its nose pointed toward the sky. Soon the
door opened and out the drunk driver flopped into the wet grass. He got to his feet and tried to
stagger away, but she grabbed the back of his collar and hoisted him off his feet, still holding the
car up with the other hand. The little car dragged across the grass as Katie leaned over to catch
him.

"No way, dude!" she said, holding him away from her. "You're staying right here."
The guy was so wasted he didn't make a move to resist, hanging passively, then convulsed briefly
and threw up.
Katie jumped back and dropped him and the car to the ground. The car slammed down to the
ground, rocking on its springs and sending up a splash of mud and grass from the impact.
"Ewww!" she yelled.
Katie backed away from the retching man, and reached into the car and pulled the key again from
the ignition. This time, she pinched the keyfob attached to the key between her thumb and
forefinger and heard a satisfying crunch. She put the key back in the ignition, turning it, and nothing
happened.
"No more drunk drives for you!" she said down to the man as he knelt on the ground, on his hands
and knees, gagging.
"This guy is totally out of it!" Katie said to Mike. "I can't believe he tried to drive away, with all the
cars and people still in the field! He could've killed people!"
"Some people are just clueless," Mike replied. "Here come the cops."
The campus police arrived in time to watch the man curl into a ball and fall asleep. They carted him
off after taking statements. Katie and Mike were careful to not tell them that Katie picked the car up
off the ground, or pushed it onto its rear end.
"You know, you amaze me Katie," Mike said as they watched the police drive off, "every time I think
I've seen you at your best, you blow my mind again."
"What? Oh, you mean the car? It was so light! They're so tiny!"
Mike smiled at her.
"I'll bet it weighs fifteen hundred pounds or more," he said, and she looked at him, her face
inscrutable.
She looked at Mike, studying his face.
"Fifteen hundred pounds, huh? Let's find out," Katie replied.
She squatted down and put both arms under the front bumper, then stood, lifting the front end off
the ground. She then proceeded to curl it, her huge arms bulging.
"If it is, most of the weight is in the back," she said. "This is easy. How many do you want me to
do?"
"As many as you want, gorgeous," Mike said, watching her raptly. "The more you do, the happier I
am, you know that."
She smiled at him as she curled the front end of the car, over and over, and Mike felt his pulse
quicken with each curl.
"I guarantee I could bench this little thing without breaking a sweat," she said, teasing Mike. "It's so
tiny, Mike, you could hop in it and I could do it for reps."

"You're really not having any trouble?" Mike asked approaching her.
"You tell me," she said. "Stand behind me, you can spot my form."
"Your form is so fine," Mike said, "but I'll watch your reps anyway."
Katie chuckled as Mike moved to stand behind her, putting his hands on her elbows. He pushed
his erection into her curvy ass, and Katie moaned from the contact.
"Mmm... what do you think, Big Mike? Care to give me any pointers?"
Mike felt the sheer incredible power of Katie curling the entire front end of a car with her mighty
arms. He ran his hands over her muscles as they flexed, and she slowed down so Mike could feel
every pump. The huge ridges of muscle passed beneath his hands as he ran them over every inch
of her arms and she slowed further, lifting the car so slowly that it barely seemed like it was moving
upward at all. She moaned softly at his touch.
Mike thought about what advice he could possibly give to this sexy titaness.
"Hmmm, advice... don't drop it on your toes," Mike said.
With an easy laugh, Katie dropped her right arm and continued to curl the front end of the car with
just her left arm! She resumed her curls, and Mike nearly swooned at the display. If that little car
did weigh fifteen hundred pounds or so, then she was doing a seven hundred fifty pound curl, more
or less, and not struggling with it at all... unlike earlier today, when she struggled so mightily with
less than that as she curled Mike's and his friends' bodies with her arm. He was turned on like
crazy, but also a bit confused.
"You want to climb up on the hood?" she asked, leaning her head back and kissing Mike's cheek.
"Another couple hundred pounds won't make any difference."
Katie laughed at Mike's moan of lust as she curled the car a few more times for effect, then bent
low to set it on the ground, rubbing her ass against Mike, her incredible muscles pushing him back
as if he wasn't leaning all his weight into her.
"See, careful as can be. All toes accounted for. That was sound advice, Big Mike," she said softly
as she rose again.
Mike ran his hands over Katie's massive arms one last time, then moved his hands to her waist,
running them down over her hips.
"I guess the other advice I'd give," he said, his hands on her hips, "and you know this one as well
as me... don't hold back. Not on my account, Katie."
Katie looked over her shoulder at him, alarmed, then turned away.
"Mike... I know we've only known each other a few days, but in that time, we've shared...."
She faltered, and Mike felt the huge muscles of her back swell against him as she seemed to
struggle to continue.
"I've never felt closer to anyone in my life," she said, turning and looking into his eyes. "All of my
friends, my adopted family, none of them have connected with me like you have in just two days. I
know I've made you into some larger-than-life person in my head, but the reality has been so much
better than I've ever dared to dream."
She suddenly hugged Mike so tightly he heard his back crack.

"I just don't want to lose you or scare you away!" she said, leaning her head onto his shoulder. "I’ve
been so scared; it’s been making me act so unlike myself I've been ashamed to look in the mirror
lately."
"Katie, I'm not going anywhere," he replied immediately. "We were made for each other. I was
worried about the age difference at first, but I don't think age is an obstacle if we don't let it become
one. I'm worried about you realizing that I'm an old man, but I'm willing to risk it with you. I'm
worried about YOU being scared away, not me. You have so much more of your life to live than
me, so much to do and see before you get tied down, if that's what you want. I want to give you
that choice, so you don't regret it later."
She lifted her head to look at him, her eyes bright with the beginning of tears.
"I don't regret a thing," she said. "The only thing I'd ever regret would be *not* holding onto you.
Mike, if you'll have me, I'll be yours for the rest of your life."
They shared a long look as the crickets chirped and the last late night revelers partied in the
distance.
"I'd like that, Katie," Mike said. "Let's see where it goes. You don't have to worry about scaring me
away."
Katie took a deep breath, pressing her huge chest enticingly into Mike's.
"Okay," she said calmly. "I'm going to trust you. I'm still so scared. I've never shown anyone but my
friends before. But I don’t need to keep anything from you, Mike. I know that now."
She held Mike tightly in her arms, lifting him slowly as she began to kiss his chin, then his neck,
stopping as she rubbed her face against his chest. Her massive breasts rubbed erotically against
his body as he rose, and the incredible feeling of rising so effortlessly in her arms had the familiar
effect of causing his manhood to stir as she held him.
"You know, I have asked you several times now to ask anything of me you'd want to see. I guess
it's my shy way of trying to show you I can do so much more than you've seen."
Katie looked over at the Smart Car as she put Mike back down on his feet.
"I think I can show you just what I'm capable of right this second," she said, holding him in her
arms. "Are you sure you want to see? It's... it's quite a bit more than this afternoon."
Mike's throat became suddenly dry.
"You mean this afternoon, all that struggling was just for show?" he asked, knowing the answer.
She looked away for a moment, then up into his eyes. Hers were brimming with tears.
"Yes," she said quietly. "I'm sorry Mike. I know I wasn't honest with you, but I promise I won't ever
keep anything else from you, even if I think it's going to scare you. I was worried you'd be scared
today if I showed you how easy it was for me when I picked up you and your friends. That's why I
made such a big show of struggling when I did it. It was such a vulgar display, but I thought, after
everything you had seen on Friday, you would be able to deal with a little bit more. Showing you
the truth, though... that scares me so much I'm still afraid to show you."
"Jesus Katie, how much more is there?" he asked, feeling the stirrings of his manhood against her
increase dramatically.

As they held each other close, Katie noticed. She moved her arms from around his back and
slipped her hands under Mike's arms. She pulled him away from her, picking him up slightly, and
looked down at his cock growing in his pants.
"Are you honestly turned on by even more strength than I've already showed you?" she asked,
eyes shining in the night, her voice barely a whisper.
He could see her growing excitement, and a lessening of the fear that seemed always to be
gripping her. Mike's excitement rose as he realized she was going to show him she was even
stronger than all of the outrageous things she had already shown him. He could barely believe it
possible, but she had shown him such incredible things already….
Mike nodded, and ran his hands down her arms and over her shoulders as she held him out at
arm's length, his feet dangling several inches off the ground. He marveled at her incredible power,
increasingly excited that she was going to show him even more of the impossible. He thought back
on Helen’s words, and realized just what she meant.
"Tell me how easy it was for you today, Katie." he asked, his voice catching in his throat as he
paused. "I would love to hear you say it."
Katie smiled up at Mike's flushed face. She could feel him shaking, but knew it wasn't fear, not with
the huge tent in his pants. She felt such a surge of excitement, she felt like throwing Mike up in the
air for joy.
"Hardly any effort, Mike," she said, reveling in the lust on his face. "I don't know if you thought
much about it, but Cameron and Jack aren't exactly the same size, which means they didn't
balance out that weight bar very well when I was lifting it. I had to use my forearm strength to keep
Cameron's side from dipping. I'll bet you didn't even feel the bar dip at all, did you? And it didn't
shake... oh, except when I was making it shake, I guess. That's because it's so, so easy for me,
Mike. Six hundred pounds isn't even a warm-up for one arm."
Mike felt his breathing become labored as the words fell from Katie's full lips. His cock sprang to
full attention in moments, pushing hard against his pants. He let out a low moan as her lips curled
into a sexy smile, and fought to find his voice.
"Oh, God... show me, Katie," he moaned as she held him above her. "I want to see it all!"
She looked deeply into Mike's eyes.
"Okay, Mike. I'm praying it excites you, but I'm still terrified it's going to scare you away."
Katie set Mike lightly on his feet and hugged him briefly. Then she backed away, took several deep
breaths and shook out her mighty arms. She turned toward the little car, and got alongside it. She
quickly tipped it up on two wheels until she could find a solid purchase on the frame, then bending
at the knees, she lifted with arms and legs, and powered the little car up over her head in one quick
motion, breathing out from the exertion. It wasn't quite a clean and jerk, due to the position of the
car when she picked it up, but the movement was so similar it was clear that she looking at the car
as just a weight to be lifted, just like in the gym.
She set the car back down and repeated the movement two more times before she looked
satisfied. Mike heard a wet sucking sound and looked as Katie actually had to step up out of the
depressions her feet made in the wet ground.
“Huh,” she said easily, “it felt more like sixteen hundred. Who knows… what’s a hundred pounds
anyway?”
Mike was astounded. She pressed the entire fifteen hundred, no, make that sixteen hundred,

pound car over her head, multiple times. She didn't grunt with effort like she had done the last time
when she picked up the car, so apparently even then she was making a show of struggling for
Mike's sake. How much stronger was she really? Helen hinted at it with her own phenomenal
strength, but whereas Helen looked fit, Katie looked extremely strong, like she trained for sheer
power, day in and day out.
"That was amazing Katie," Mike breathed, and she looked over at him.
He was very excited, but Katie looked at him and shook her head.
"That was the warm-up," she said. "This little thing is not much of a workout for me. I was doing
nearly this much with my single arm when I was goldbricking for you and your friends in the gym. I
just needed to figure out how to work out the mechanics on such a big thing. I think I've got it now,
if I can find a good place to get a hold."
Mike was confused. Sure, the car was about as heavy as Mike and his friends when she did her
one-armed lifts earlier that day, but it was a freaking car, not some weights on a bar, or even him
and his friends on a bar. All of that increased size had to add another level of difficulty.
"Then what else are you...." Mike's words froze as Katie's head turned toward Jack's RV. "No...
Katie... no way...."
She ignored him as she walked to the front end of Jack's Zephyr.
"But... but it's thousands of pounds, Katie... it's like a whole fleet of those little cars...."
Katie was so focused in the gigantic vehicle she didn't seem to hear, but after she stood in front of
it breathing deeply as she focused, she suddenly stopped and walked toward Mike, her eyes ready
to spill over with tears.
"Please, Mike," she said as she came close to him, "Please promise me you won't be afraid of me
afterward. Please!"
Mike, wide-eyed, put his hands on Katie's massive arms. She looked so lost, so afraid, that he felt
a lump in his throat.
"Katie, nothing will make me afraid of you," he said. "You've already shown me more power in one
person than I've ever seen, or even heard of one person possessing. Even knowing all that, the
fact that I've been able to be with you is a testament to your ability to control yourself. I have
nothing but admiration for that endless strength, Katie. Certainly not fear, not in the least. And,
even if you could lift a 747 over your head, I still wouldn't be afraid of you. It's like you said, you're
still the same person that I met in the weight room yesterday. None of this changes that. Now, don't
worry about it anymore, and show me what you can do. I am dying to see you pushed as far as
you can go, if that's even possible."
Katie pulled Mike into a tight hug, kissing him passionately.
"Thank you, Mike," she said, her lip quivering. "Thank you."
After a moment, she pulled back and turned toward the RV.
Katie psyched herself up for a few minutes, then bent and felt around for the towing anchor points
under the front bumper.
"I think I've got it," she said as she shifted her grip. "Yeah, that's perfect."
Mike watched, mesmerized, as Katie pantomimed the mechanics of the lift, swinging her body from

a squat to a bent position as she held her hands under the bumper where she was apparently
holding the solid pieces of metal a tow truck would use to lift and tow the massive vehicle.
Without warning, her body exploded into motion. Her legs grew size and definition as she rose, and
her core tightened, her obliques standing out to the point that they bulged visibly through her shirt.
Her arms also blew up as she exerted her Herculean strength, and her back broadened and
swelled so massively that her tight t-shirt stretched tightly across it, threatening to tear right down
the middle. Thick, corded veins appeared across her body from the effort, and her grunt of exertion
was no longer dainty or contrived. Her body trembled with the gargantuan effort, and Mike could
only hold his breath as he watched Katie truly do the impossible.
Through the entire process of Katie's body swelling up hugely with her engorged muscle's effort,
the front-end of Jack's RV rose, silently, swiftly, and continued to rise as Katie's awe-inspiring
display caused Mike to nearly faint from watching it.
Sweat beaded her brow and a forceful hiss of exertion issued from her clenched teeth as Katie
forced the thousands upon thousands of pounds of luxury RV upward.
"Nnnnrgghh!" she bellowed as she got the RV up to her shoulders, and beyond.
She stood beneath the back-end of a forty five thousand pound vehicle, arms held overhead,
shaking from the exertion, but holding the entire unbelievable weight!
"There's... there's... no... way...." she said, as her body held, tremors rocking it occasionally.
"What the fuck???" Jack roared as his head poked out the driver's side window.
He froze in shock as he realized what was going on.
"HOLY FUCK!" he yelped, and threw open the door of the RV.
His slipper-clad foot swiping foolishly at the ground nearly seven feet below, Jack fell from the
bottom step. He dropped about two feet before Helen's hand shot down and she stopped his fall
cold by grabbing his thick bathrobe.
Helen pulled him back up to the bus, then hopped down to the wet grass with a loud smack as her
feet struck.
"Katie... honey," she said slowly, like she was talking to a child. "What are you doing sweetie?"
"S-showing... unff... Mike... every... thing," she groaned over the massive strain.
Helen looked visibly shaken, but she calmly turned her face upward to Jack, who watched Katie
struggle with the unfathomable load.
"Jack, move slowly, but go get Tammy. Now," she said, as Jack held frozen, looking down at the
ground in a stupor.
He seemed to snap out of his fugue with Helen's stern command, then shook his head briefly and
made his way back into the RV.
"How long can you hold on?" Helen asked Katie.
"I... I... d-don't know," she said. Her arms were shaking almost as badly as Mike's legs.
Helen walked to Mike and pulled him away from Katie, where he was bracing himself against her,
as if he could help her hold the titanic weight up by sheer force of will.

"What the fuck is going on?" Tammy exclaimed.
She had Jack by the scruff of the neck with an annoyed look on her face. Jack was still dazed as
he hung from Tammy's strong arm.
"Oh, holy shit, Katie!" she said, tossing Jack aside as she jumped down. "What the... what is she
DOING, Helen?"
"I think she's showing Mike how much she loves him," Helen replied. "But I think she bit off more
than she could chew. I think we're going to have to help her put it back down."
"With that fucking thing?" Tammy yelped.
Helen took a deep breath.
"If I get on one side, and you get your legs under it on the other, I think we can ease it down
without breaking Katie or Jack's RV," Helen said. "Go over and get on the right, and I'll get over
here."
Cameron had appeared in the doorway wearing a pair of boxer briefs.
"Are we being towed?" he asked Jack, but Jack was staring blankly into space as he sat on the
steps of his RV.
“Katie, can you get it down to your shoulders?” Helen asked.
Nodding nearly imperceptibly, her trembling arms lowered the massive weight to her shoulders.
Her body sunk visibly into the soft ground as the weight rested against her muscled delts.
Helen put her arms up to the RV's bumper, and Katie haltingly told her where to get hold to support
the massive weight of the vehicle. Tammy's long legs stretched up as she lay on her back, but she
was unable to reach the anchor.
Suddenly Cameron was beside her. He moved her legs a little farther in.
"My hand is right over the frame right here, so let me guide your legs there," he said.
Mike stood back, then realized Tammy and Cameron would need his help. He was scared out of
his wits by the possibility of the falling RV crushing him and everyone else like an empty soda can,
but the look of desperation in Katie's eyes told him he had to help her.
"Okay Mike," Cameron said. "If we can at least slow this thing to keep Tammy's legs from
snapping, I think she's strong enough to support it here with Helen on the other side."
Jack had finally dropped down onto the wet grass and was now standing next to Helen.
"Please don't get hurt, Helen," he said, his voice mournful. "I think I'm starting to...."
Helen took her hand off the frame and put it to Jack's lips.
"Shh, baby," she said softly. "There's plenty of time for that. We'll be okay if we work together. But I
could use a kiss for luck."
Jack embraced her as fiercely as Mike or Cameron had ever seen, and they kissed until Katie's
pained grunt roused them from their blissful union.

"Are we ready?" Helen said. "Tammy? Guys? Katie? Can you use your legs to drop it slowly
enough so we're not all killed?"
"P-piece... of... nnnggh... cake, Hel," she stuttered through clenched teeth.
Cameron and Mike exchanged looks, then put their arms up against the mass of steel above them.
Their fear showed in their faces.
"Okay, Katie, nice and slow, girl," Helen said, and her face changed to grimace as the weight
began to settle onto her arms.
She didn't try to support the massive, weight, but instead guided it to her shoulders as she braced
her legs against the weight. Mike and Cameron pushed with all their might, but were unable to do a
thing to slow the weight, but Helen's assistance was enough to get Katie to the point where the RV
contacted Tammy's outstretched legs. She quickly bent her legs against the weight, and the three
of them were able to ease the gigantic vehicle down until the wheels made contact with the ground.
"Okay, I got it, thanks," Katie said, exhausted, and settled the RV onto its shocks as the others
cleared away.
"WHEW!" she said.
Helen suddenly ran to her, sobbing, as they embraced.
"You big idiot!" she cried, flailing her arms and hitting Katie hard on the shoulders as she pulled
back. "I know you like him and he's gorgeous and all, but you're going to get yourself killed
showing off like that!"
Katie pulled her back into a hug and the girls held together. At that moment, everyone noticed that
Helen was clad in only panties and her bra, the back end of her pants having been destroyed from
the massive expansion of her muscular thighs and ass. The exertion of the effort had shredded
Katie's shirt, and her massive bra was likewise showing through the numerous holes and rips.
Tammy was naked as the day she was born, and made no effort at modesty as she stood to tower
over the other two and hug them both.
"This is touching and all," she said, fighting back a sniffle of her own, "but we're not exactly
properly-dressed."
The girls held together for another minute, then turned to look at Mike and Cameron. Jack was
sitting in the wet grass, looking dully ahead, like he was going to pass out at any minute.
"Are you guys all right?" they asked the men.
None were able to reply, but nodded, wide-eyed.
Helen, turned and, without a word, scooped Jack off the ground.
"Hey, lover," she cooed in his ear. "It's fine. We're all fine."
"Thank God," he groaned, holding her tightly.
"Mike, your shirt," Cameron said to Mike, who was gazing at Tammy in awe. "Hey, Mike?"
Tammy stood, looking saucily back at the men, until Cameron threw Mike's shirt at her.
"Heh. Spoilsport," she said to him, but dutifully pulled the shirt over her head.

She did part her legs a little as she did it, and Mike found himself goggling at her incredible curves.
"Yeah, mesmerizing, isn't it?" Cameron said to him. Then, turning to Tammy: "Katie is going to slug
you in the head if you don't stop teasing her boyfriend."
Tammy looked over at Katie, who wasn't paying attention to anything as she leaned against the
RV, still panting from the godlike feat she had accomplished.
"She's okay," Tammy said. "We're all tight, right KK, Hel?"
Helen nodded, and Katie did as well, though she didn't pick herself up from where she leaned
against the RV. Mike walked up to her, brushing past Tammy, who stopped him, then leaned down
to whisper in his ear.
"Be good to her, Mike," she whispered. "I love her more than anyone else in the world. Never
forget what a lucky guy you are."
Mike looked up at Tammy and nodded as she stood back up to her full height.
Helen took Jack into the RV, followed by Tammy and Cameron, who put his arm around her.
Tammy guided his hand down to her naked ass as they walked around Katie and Mike, and they
disappeared around the corner of the RV.
"Are you okay?" Mike asked Katie quietly.
She nodded, but didn't speak.
"I love you, you know."
She nodded again.
"Maybe trying to clean and jerk the RV wasn't the greatest idea, huh?" he said haltingly.
Another nod.
"But I'm still not afraid of you, gorgeous."
She looked up from where she had her head resting on the RV.
"No? Not even after this crazy stunt?" she asked.
Her face was blotchy from crying, and she didn't look as stunning as she normally did.
"No."
"Even though I could have k-killed all of my friends, everyone I ever loved, by being so stupid?"
"No."
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
"When I was just a little younger than you, I got drunk and jumped off the Singer Building into the
big tree next to it," he said. "I made it to the branch, but it was too light to hold me and snapped. I
bumped and jolted down thirty-five feet until I hit the ground like a rock. I spent the next three
months with my leg in a cast, and had to repeat my second semester junior year of college. I was
lucky they didn't kick me out."

She was still sniffling as Mike stood inches from her.
"Do you know why?"
Katie shook her head.
"Because I told a little girl at an orphanage that I was a superhero, and she was so excited, the
stars in her eyes were so bright, that I got drunk and stupid and showed off to my friends later that
night. She made me feel every bit the superhero she believed I was."
Katie's eyes widened as she stared at Mike. He smiled at her surprise. It was one of the few times
he'd been able to do that.
"So, in a way, I feel sort of vindicated for being an idiot, because I inspired that little girl to go on to
such incredible things my mind can hardly wrap around it. She became the superhero I never could
be."
Katie rubbed her eyes and looked at Mike, still surprised.
"But... you only ever missed two visits to Roselia Ward...." Katie said.
"I cut the cast off before I came to see all of you," Mike said. "Cameron supported me most of the
time I was there, but one of the kids, a little boy, noticed I was hurt. By then the whole superhero
thing had circulated and he asked how a superhero could be hurt. I told him I was trying to rescue
a beautiful woman in distress, and a villain jumped me while I was distracted."
Katie smiled sadly at the story.
"So did you ever rescue her?" Katie asked.
"You tell me," Mike said.
Katie rushed into his arms and held him to her.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, I think you did.

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This story was written by Pac.