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Distracted

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Distracted
by Cortisol
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Spring semester had just begun, and Cory was swamped. As a first year PhD student in sociology, he was forced into the time-consuming drudgery of four breadth classes and an undergraduate research methods course, a prerequisite for more advanced ones later in his program. He had thought that his acceptance into MSU's graduate school meant that he would stop being subjected to the horrors of introductory classes... but they turned out to exist even at his level of academia. His weeks were nothing less and nothing more than chores.

The research methods class was certainly the most painful: to be surrounded by immature nineteen-year-olds who didn't care about school, who went to class and did well on tests only to justify their binge drinking, was an affront to his respect for higher education. He usually came pretty early to the room - if only to not have to climb over anyone to sit in an open desk - but on this day in early March he missed his bus.

He opened the stubborn door to the lecture hall and the place was packed. In the back near where he entered there were two broken seat-desks, the desk part having splintered off with wear. He sat down, placed his notebook on his lap, and took notes in this uncomfortable posture for three or so minutes.

At that time a young woman entered, brushing against the door frame. She saw the same situation and, presumably not wanting to climb over anybody herself, spotted the desk next to Cory.

This was a notably warm day in East Lansing. Usually in early March, the temperatures go up to 40 or 45 for a high, but today was a balmy - or perhaps just relatively balmy - 61. Some, including the young woman now walking quietly past Cory to the other broken desk, took the opportunity to break out spring clothes a bit early. As such it was no surprise when Cory saw black slip-ons and bare ankles stride in front of his hunched head. After setting her large body down in the adjacent desk, she took a deep belly breath, confirming to herself that she had finished her rushed trip to the sociology building; her breasts pushed outward, her bra scraping against the fabric of her dress and her abdomen.

Cory had written about six or seven lines of notes before he saw her legs out of the corner of his eye. Less dedicated students would have only lasted two or three lines. She had crossed them right over left under her dress as she bent over to reach into her bag for a notebook and pens.

The plump underside of her right leg and the enormous left thigh it spread across were pale and rosy, the tissue a supple yet taut combination of womanly softness and incredible strength. Her skin was smooth and youthful, her body not in the least 'shredded' or dehydrated, but nonetheless against her fair complexion faint blue veins could be seen ascending from within her thick limbs, a message from her muscle-stretched skin to onlookers and to herself, alerting all to the presence of engorged, primed, beefy sinew. In the course of an examination of her vast body, that message became redundant many times over.

Cory noticed how high up her crossed leg was and quickly saw the reason why: the bulky muscle bellies of her lower half could only be displaced laterally so much. As they rested on top of one another, her hulking thighs combined to produce enough unyielding girth to raise her right knee six inches above her left. The huge hamstring of her right leg, forced upward by her left leg's nine inch diameter, bulged her right quadriceps from underneath: a round arc of feminine brawn started an inch above the tendons of her knee and increased in size, in width, in muted vascularity, in meatiness all the way into her dark green sun dress, which was riding up higher than she knew. Under the unbelievable weight of her right leg, her left hamstring had given only somewhat, broadening slightly across the chair leaving an inch-deep fault line between it and her upper thigh as far as Cory could see into the fabric. Her right calf fell at a steep diagonal, jutting out several inches, displaying light veins running up her pastel skin. Cory's sidelong gaze traveled to her hips, which overwhelmed the desk with their dimensions... or maybe it was her relaxed muscle-ass that he could see against the cloth of her dress far over the seat's edge.

After grabbing her supplies, she saw that she needed to scooch her dress down. She went easily on the toes of her left foot to lift herself just off the chair so that she could bring the dress out from underneath her and around more of her immense thighs. Her calf flexed, revealing two vertical striations as her muscle bunched up near her knee; her right leg pushed even higher into the air. As she reached for the fabric at her sides, her glutes contracted and she arched her body against the seat back, gaining leverage to raise her imposing hips. Whether it was this slight contortion or whether it was the activation of the two foot-wide muscles of her buttocks, her sitting height seemed to increase three inches just before she lifted her heavy core. Her hips held briefly and unflinchingly above the wooden surface beneath them as she proceeded to casually pull her dress out from under her gigantic left hamstring, from under her fleshy crotch. She sat herself back down, her calf resting again, her ass quickly relaxing underneath the dark green fabric, coming inch by inch to its original resting place past the frame of the desk.

It was then that Cory realized he was staring. The girl seemed not to notice.

She folded her notebook so that one page was showing and placed it on the cloth of her dress covering her outrageous quadriceps. Cory was here reminded that he was in a class and immediately felt ashamed of his half-minute of gawking. He decided to dedicate the next few to note-taking, but after only seconds he couldn't help himself, moving his eyes to see the young woman again.

Her notebook rested on her angled right thigh, flattening the fabric over her massive quads. She began to write. Her hand was plump with a few veins popping out clearly, one or two leading into her meaty wrist.  As the muscles in her forearm moved towards her elbow they seemed to double in size, growing into burly cords of tissue poised above and hanging beneath the bone. The motion of her hand across the page swished her arm back and forth, jostling her relaxed triceps. Her bicep was thick with a clear vein running through it, and her other arm, the one closer to Cory, looked even thicker pressed up against her side. The span of her upper-body's bone structure was impressive alone but the muscles on her shoulder, the one Cory could see, went even farther, leaving the smallest of shadows beneath its oval dome. The dark green cloth of her dress and her chestnut brown hair draped over her inch-tall traps and around her husky neck. Cory didn't dare turn to see her face: he had kept his head down and had rolled his eyes to their right-most maximum so that she would have to turn her own head in order to see if he was really feasting his eyes so ravenously on the muscle-flesh of her young body, at which time he could casually look down at his papers. Cory was a smart guy, after all.

So smart that he knew he needed to go back to his notes, even if he had to force himself; he could no longer be this voyeur, this grad student ogler of a phenomenally, deliciously muscular nineteen-year-old girl.

In bringing his eyes back to his paper, he saw her chest. The monochrome dress had tricked Cory's depth perception into not registering the volume of them, but when she subtly shifted her weight her breasts could be seen for what they really were: two cantaloupes of plush flesh pushing green fabric six inches in front of her. The cloth was tense and strained from her collarbones all the way to the top of her midsection, where the dress struggled obviously to hold the underside of her glorious, hefty tits. Their spherical bottoms touched the top of her abdominals, discernible through the fabric as the curvaceous bulge of her stomach an inch from her rib cage; both her breasts and her core pushed outward with each breath, grazing back and forth against each other, creating friction, stimulation.

Cory's eyes were strained from observing this creature from his periphery so he couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw a puffy erect nipple poking out of her dress... It could have just been the metal in her sizable bra, but Cory needed it to be a nipple.

She shifted her weight again, bringing her body to the back of the chair. Her legs uncrossed; both of her hamstrings now pressed into the wooden edge of the seat; the entire mass of her thighs was forced higher and wider, making them look even larger despite laying relaxed and obscured beneath her loose dress. Now her head was behind Cory, so he could no longer safely investigate her upper body without her potentially seeing his head tilt. Thank God he could still see her lower half in its incredible new position. He could also see she was still taking notes, although this surprised him: Cory wondered how she could continue to see the notebook in her lap over her huge bosom while leaning back so far.

After less than a minute, during which time Cory was writing distracted scribbles and catching as many glances as he could of even the smallest movements to his right, he saw her put her pen down. If he had turned to see her face, he would have seen her look around the room, taking a break after having written everything from a particularly unimportant slide. She took a look at her lap - or what she could see of it past her chest - and saw where her expanded, meaty legs connected with her skinny knees. She lifted the bottom half of her left leg to inspect the fruits of her winter: her calf, which hung off of the bone five inches when unflexed, widened and hardened as she brought her foot to be perpendicular to her straight leg; her quadriceps had tensed and expanded too, and although much of her thigh was hidden by her dress, the muscles that she could see above her knees had grown to be two inches above the strong joints below them.

She brought up both of her legs and pointed her toes. Her calves streamlined and several striations appeared on their sides. She looked around briefly to see if anybody was watching, and slowly lifted her dress up by six or so inches, just to take a peak at her own strength, her own hard work. She flexed her hidden, juicy pecs to bring her tits closer to her body, slightly clearing her line of sight.

Her thighs completely covered the wood of the seat. Her quads exploded upwards and outwards; they could have been ten inches across. The ridges of different muscles were carnally clear through the supple and womanly layer of flesh that covered them. Her ballooned legs were forced from each other by their expansion, splaying out to complete their flex. She felt all of the space between them get eaten up by the flex. The unyielding firmness of her thighs pressed on the lips of her pussy. She peered closely over her tensed breasts, which left an inch or more between them and her now useless bra, to take in the sight of herself. Delicate blue veins made occasional appearances beneath the stretched skin of her thigh, decorated by the smallest indication of shaved brown follicles. In holding the flex, her breathing accelerated. She closed her eyes and relaxed her breasts; they moved with the faster expansion of her lungs; her core grazed the bottom of her tits in rhythm. She forced her legs together as much as she could, and felt the pressure on her vagina mount.

After a few seconds, she looked up, her lustful daydream over. To her left was the man who she sat next to, who must have been late himself. He had turned his head to see her, to see her body, and now she saw him. Their eyes met.

She had an full, oval face framed by straight shoulder-length brown hair, an elfish nose, and high, thick cheekbones. She cocked her head, raised her eyebrows, turned her red lips into a small girly smirk, and shrugged her tremendous shoulders.

She broke eye contact, lowered her legs quickly and brought her dress back down over her quads. She picked up her pen and looked back at the board. Cory turned immediately back to his notes and began dutifully doodling. His face was bright red. He demanded himself to keep his eyes ahead or directed at his notes for the rest of the class. He thought that not looking back at her would save face. He also thought about his erection.

He replayed her in his mind's eye, her size, her width, her skin, her breasts, her face, her powerful and voluptuous limbs... her smirk. She had the muscle definition of an Olympic gymnast but was twice or three times as big in every respect. And she had fucking funbags as big as her head.

He had to take one very last, very quick look, careful to disguise his movement as a thoughtful head tilt in response to the lecturer's comments. She had hunched over to take notes, her tits coming down to her colossal legs. The hand that she wasn't writing with rested on her left thigh, holding the bottom of the notebook. Her big fingers relaxed around the lower left corner of the pages, mere inches down her dress from her wet pussy.

Cory was distracted.

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Thirty-five minutes flew by. The bell rang. The young woman got up. Cory stayed seated pretending to review his notes. The air her heavy body displaced as she moved past him reached his nostrils.

After she took a few steps towards the door, he slowly brought himself to see her again.

She was a feminine, buxom muscle-behemoth. She looked 5'7'' but had to be almost two feet wide. Her arms were forced by her lats to rest at an angle. Her relatively small waist led into her vast hips, as big as her broad shoulders. They swayed with every step almost waddling to bring her gargantuan thighs in front of themselves. Her ass was obviously magnificent even in the loose material, sticking out eight inches behind her, forcing the back of her dress up her hamstrings. And how her calves didn't trip over themselves, each jutting inches between her legs, is something Cory investigated closely.

As she turned the corner to walk out of the room, her breasts and what were indeed her nipples leading the way, she slowed down. Just as the front of her tits reached the doorway she turned her head to the left to see that young man who we know as Cory looking right at her. Their eyes met again.

The split second of them seeing each other brought the crowded people behind the young woman to stop ever so briefly with the pause of the immense figure in front of them.

After a blink of a delay, she cocked her head, raised her eyebrows, gave a half-smile and walked out the door.

[Cortisol]

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[Cortisol]

That was Tuesday. Cory had to wait two full days to see her again. In the mean time, his imagination ran wild with lust: he couldn't read or sleep unless he had just masturbated. On Wednesday, he even went down to the gym to see if he could spot her there, at her presumed temple, her place of self-worship, but he had no such luck.

Finally Thursday arrived. The weather had cooled off from the uncharacteristic temperatures of earlier in the week. Cory had spent an extra thirty minutes getting ready for this class, showering, shaving, picking his best button-down and his hippest jeans. He was going for the attractive high-school teacher look, if that was even a look to go for.

He caught an earlier bus and did some completely unfocused reading on the way to campus. Butterflies were in his stomach and her body was in his mind. He saw her massive breasts grazing her subtly convex  core. He saw her relaxed bicep pressed against her lats, swelling with size. He saw her ridiculous thighs forcing their feminine brawn against each other, rubbing with every step, every moment.

When he arrived in the building, he briskly made his way to the classroom. He was one of the first few there, but he decided to not position himself yet. He needed to wait to see where she was sitting. He felt like a stalker, a rapist, but he knew he was just an admirer, a goddess-smitten admirer.

He backed out of the lecture hall and waited. He had 15 minutes to look busy. He pulled out a book he was reading for another class and hunched his head over it, his eyes busily peering this way and that for any brown-haired, medium height girl with huge breasts and plump, hypertrophied muscles. She couldn't be too hard to spot.

Cory never saw her come, and the bell had just rung. He lifted his head, swiveled around to see if she was on her way. A few ducked into the room, but not her. He pursed his lips and opened the stubborn door. He stepped inside and scoped the aisles while the professor was still setting up the PowerPoint. Cory didn't see her.

Nearly all of the spots in the back were taken. Cory saw that the broken desks from Tuesday were removed. In retrospect he should have been surprised at their presence in the first place: they were presumably forgotten about when the old-timey wooden chairs in the rest of the room were replaced with bolted-down rows of plastic seats. He sat as far back as he could in order to have a higher probability of at the very least seeing her wide back and her broad shoulders gently heave with her breath.

He sat next to a pretty, petite girl who he recognized immediately as not the girl from Tuesday. There were two open chairs to his left. It was a pet peeve of his when people sat several seats from one another, leaving others to climb over them later. He resumed turning his head all around to catch sight the object of his lusts. The professor coughed twice and began to talk.

Cory was disappointed. Although, maybe she was late; she was late on Tuesday after all. But, said Cory to himself turning his face forward and glazing his eyes, what does it matter if she comes in anyway? What the fuck difference does it make if she enters and he gets to see her again? She, of course, would just come over and sit her wide body down and start to make-out with him... and guide his hands over her huge thighs to her crotch and gently squeeze, exhale and look Cory in the eyes and then the lips and then the eyes again? This would just fucking happen?

Cory decided to pull from the roots on his expectations and cut his losses, which were mostly just his shattered, maximally carnal hopes and dreams. He slid his light jacket off, dug into his backpack forcefully and pulled out a notebook and his pens, not before closing his eyes and sighing with his head between his legs, half to reset himself and resume being pre-Tuesday Cory, half to express a quiet frustration with destiny.

He brought his head up and withdrew the desk out from its folded away place to his right. A shadow seemed to form in his left periphery. He turned and saw her.

All but her neck, her face, her hands and her lower calves were covered by her green extra-large MSU sweatshirt, her sweeping brown skirt and her brown slip-ons. She could have been mistaken for an overweight someone trying to hide her flab in such an outfit, but an acute observer could tell otherwise. Out of her shoes, past her skinny ankles, distinct tendons right next to her shin bones could be seen shoving against her pastel skin, flexing as she stuck each of her feet forward. They led up into two flaring, jutting calves, the full of extent of which were cut off by the long skirt. The fabric had less success in its battle to contain the size of her body nearer her waist: the middle of her thighs clearly pressed against the otherwise loose cloth, and her wide hips stretched its elastic fibers, some to the breaking point.

Her sweatshirt fared worse. The sizable garment had to cover shoulders that were beyond its means, and as a result, the sleeves, filled completely by her thick arms, went down to an inch and a half above her wrists. Her breasts followed suit, expanding the sweatshirt's front forcing its length up her smoothed one-inch bulge of abdominals, just slightly revealing her core above her skirt, if one happened to be so lucky as to be sitting below and in front of her...

She was too wide to simply walk down the row of chairs. She had to shimmy sideways down the aisle, but even then her quads scraped against the chairs in front of her. As she passed the first seat, she raised her eyes to see Cory. Her full cheeks lifted, a smile found its way on her lips, and she half-whispered:

"Hey"

She began her descent. Her ass - albeit covered in the stretched brown fabric of her dress - had now been in plain view to about half the class for a few seconds, and as such it had completely taken over their attention. The oval arc of her mare-glutes stretched the skirt eight inches out past her lower back; the cloth clung to the strong tissue and only draped down the rest of her legs as the massive muscles in her butt cupped back towards her body. As she bent her waist to set herself down her ass widened drastically, causing at least one cat-call from behind her.

When her buttocks went behind the seat back, Cory saw that she was too fucking wide for the fucking chair. Her plump, unyielding hip flexors, quads and butt cheeks all hit the armrests, and for a second she nearly stopped there. She quickly realized the problem and forced herself downward, squeezing herself into the seat. She winced as gravity scraped her muscle bellies against the plastic, which bowed slightly towards Cory as she made her way down. Once she was past the seat's armrests, her buttocks could splay out to the adjacent seats, to Cory's seat. The meaty flesh of her hindquarters settled half an inch from Cory's hips. Her shoulders were slightly farther away. He could feel the heat of her body.

She had forced her thighs together to not further invade Cory's space with her immensity, but she had placed her bag in front of her while sitting. Out of necessity she spread her legs and bent between them to grab her notebook and pens. The side of her thigh touched Cory's.

Her quad was taut and strong, yet it gave ever so slightly. The supple feminine layer over her leg's girth felt initially pliant, but her muscle-stretched rosy skin, under which her deep vascularity silently pulsed, only gave so far. All Cory wanted to do was press his fingers into her relaxed tissue and feel the unflexed resistance of her enormous limbs. She would guide his hand over her thighs, stopping it on occasion to continue the massage. She would bring his hand closer and closer to her pussy. She would place his hand right beside the lips of her vagina, and he would press down, feeling even greater resistance as her arousal activated her dormant muscles. She would be unable to control herself and would collapse her legs around his fingers, squeeze them gently, perfectly between her legs, soaking them with juices, his hand only a temporary substitute for what is coming next. She pulls at the button of his pants and

"Sorry"

She half-whispered to Cory, looking him in the eyes. He turned to face her. She had quickly brought her leg back in front of her seat, so she must have been apologizing for the inadvertently erotic invasion of his personal space he was so enjoying. He looked back at her small brown eyes:

"No problem"

He barely got it out. She lingered in her gaze for a second. Cory ducked back to his notebook quickly if only to make sure his erection was covered.

---

The next half-hour was Cory trying to give himself a mental cold shower while his penis resisted. In the midst of this battle between Cory's organs, his eyes remained vigilant, catching every slightest movement from his left.

Over this time, he had at least one determinate thoughts that was certainly of interest: she had sat right next to him. There was an open seat at the end of the row, but she had sat right next to him. Why? Perhaps she was just as principled as Cory was, making sure that anybody who came even later than she did didn't have to perform the difficult task of climbing over her colossal body... or maybe she liked him.

And that was all the evidence Cory's libido needed. He got more.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to his left.

Her full face was again cracking a half-smile, her thick cheekbones tapering down to her soft chin. Her neck pushed against the collar of her sweatshirt under her dark brown hair. She looked him in the eye, then playfully looked down. Then Cory looked down.

He saw her notebook on the armrest between them. It was folded so that one sheet showed. A tic-tac-toe board was crafted next to her notes, with an X in the middle.

Cory exhaled a smile. For this brief, decisive, fated moment he didn't even think about the huge body beneath her would-be loose clothing, or how she could barely fucking fit in the chair, or about her pussy. He just wanted to play with her.

He put an O down in the bottom left corner.

She pulled the notebook back, and started writing a few notes. He did the same, a smile still on his lips. She slid the notebook on the armrest, having placed her X. He quickly placed an O in response. She lingered, her half-smile returning, a deep breath brought her mammoth breasts up. Cory turned back to his notes, not wanting to stare like on Tuesday.

She lingered over the paper. He slowly turned back to her. She scratched out the game, knowing she had lost; her breasts shook just slightly beneath the stretched sweatshirt. He turned back to the front, pretending he didn't see her forfeit.

Against his button-down, Cory felt a broad soft pressure so much like the one he felt on his thigh. He turned, and saw her rocking back to her seat. She must have tilted her enormous upper body the six inches between her broad shoulders and his upper arm and nudged him with her delts. He looked at her with his perpetual smile, and then looked down. On the paper was another game of tic-tac-toe. She wanted to play more, and he did too.

They had a few cat's games over the next three or so minutes when Cory decided to make a move. She at least liked him enough to play some spontaneous tic-tac-toe, so Cory figured why not just take it to the next level: hangman.

The professor was droning about something especially uninteresting when Cory put his hand on her notebook as she was making another game. She looked at him, put on a 'by-all-means' face, and gave it up. Cory brought the notebook to his lap. She peered over to see what he was up to.

He drew a gallows and below it two blanks, a space, four blanks, a space, two blanks, a space, and four blanks. He rested the notebook on the armrest. She saw the new game and a big smile came on her face. She wrote 'A' in a conventionally girly handwriting. So the game began.

It took a while. Every time she was looking at the paper, Cory had a wonderful opportunity to look at her, although he was careful to not look too hard. Her smile was truly infectious, a playful almost childish brightness in her eyes accompanied her smirks and grins. Sometimes she lowered her head so close to the paper in studying the possible solutions that her breasts fell onto the page. She almost seemed to purposefully rest them there at times, as if she liked the feeling. Her arm was bent close to her side as she wrote on the armrest between them; her bicep was pushed outwards, stretching the already stretched sweatshirt.

She had already hanged the man, but now Cory was clothing him. She had '_ _   NA_ E   _ _   _ O R _ '. She guessed 'M,' and then 'Y' then 'I' then 'S' then something else then 'C.'

'My name is Cory' she mouthed, midway through turning towards him, and then the bell rang.

People started getting up, and she stayed seated, looking at Cory, turning her broad shoulders.

"Well hello Cory. I'm Julia."

"Nice to meet you, Julia"

Cory awkwardly brought his hand out to shake her hand, which he immediately regretted. Julia smiled, acknowledging the strangeness of formally shaking hands after playing hangman. She brought her hand out and clasped his. Cory could feel calluses in her wide palm; she barely made an effort to grip, maybe out of nervousness, maybe out of purposeful restraint. She looked at him with deep brown eyes and let go. So did Cory.

They both began to pack up their things, somewhat put off by Cory's bizarre half-introduction half-farewell of a handshake. Cory caught occasional glances of her gargantuan body leaning over itself, her breasts pressed up against her bag as she held it in front of her, but in many ways he felt as though he had met his quota for ogling. He stayed seated after he had finished placing his things in his backpack, looking at her to get up first; there was no way he was going to straddle Julia's width without making a fool of himself.

Finally she packed up everything and began to get up. Her hip flexors, ass and quads again hit the armrest, this time on the bottom. She shifted them into a diagonal so that they took up less horizontal space and brought herself steadily, powerfully up to her full height.

"They make these desks too small."

Cory didn't really agree because only about one in seven billion are built like Julia, but he exhaled a 'Yeah' anyway. As she fiddled with her phone, as he feasted his eyes on her expansive butt ever so briefly, he realized he was out of socially acceptable reasons for sitting down and not heading home. Although her ass and her breasts made her body into a foot-and-a-half barrier, Cory knew he could still leave the row. He might scrape up against her tits, but she was so distractedly looking at her phone. Maybe she was expecting him to leave. Maybe he was a weirdo lingering around her. He awkwardly blurted

"Alright, well I'm going to head on out. See you around."

"Okay see you."

Her head was still ducked down to her phone.

He got up. She was leaning her knees on the chair, so she was somewhat far back, giving Cory a bit more room than otherwise. His back faced her tremendous breasts and the phone that she seemed to rest on the shelf of her bosom. Cory held his backpack in front of him, knowing he needed the extra space, and began to make his way past her. He felt the slight grazing of her breasts, but it was so minimal that he knew she wouldn't think twice about it. It was indeed an accident after all.

But then he felt her lean into him... or maybe he lost his balance slightly and leaned backwards. Either way, it felt as though the plush supple flesh of her tits pushed him in the back, causing their volume to displace and billow up slightly with the pressure. And although nobody's nerve endings are numerous enough in their scapula to say for sure, Cory didn't feel any hint of a bra.

He made his way past the sexual gauntlet Julia's body had become and stepped out of the row of seats. An erection was beginning in his pants.

Cory was nervous: did he subconsciously back into her to cop a feel with his shoulder blades? That sounds desperate, but at least a part of him wanted to do it... Was she mad? She must have felt it, how couldn't she? She had to be mad, who wouldn't be mad if a near-stranger leaned into your fucking huge tits? Maybe she lost her balance and leaned into him but blamed him as the one who purposefully leaned into her. Did everything get ruined by some fucking leaning?!

Cory turned back to see if indeed everything was ruined.

A small smile danced on Julia's lips. After a second, she turned to see him, and saw him looking at her. She raised her eyebrows in response and opened her mouth as if something had happened that somebody besides her would drop their jaw about, something naughty yet playful, exploratory, curious, without betraying a hint of who leaned into whom. Her mouth closed, her smile continued as she shimmied down the aisle continuing to look at Cory. She turned to walk up to the exit, several people between them.

Cory turned forward, moving with the crowd. He wondered if he should wait outside the room for her and walk her home, but he knew that would be too weird. Instead, upon reaching the hallway, he went towards the sociology offices to begin his day's reading.

He looked behind him and saw Julia's two-foot wide body going in the opposite direction. Even from forty feet away, Cory could see each cheek of her supple muscle-ass alternatingly tensing, widening, bracing with each step. Several heads turned.

Cory decided to masturbate before studying.

[Jeremy Lightning]

I'm very much enjoying this story, I probably would be like Cory, very shy about talking to her, but still interested in her and trying to get to know her through other means. But yeah, it would be cool to see their relationship develop to the point that he can get to know a little about her, how she got so thick and muscular at such a young age, and of course how her body looks with as little of clothes as possible. k+!

[DEA]

Just a short comment - I always have had the name Cory asociated with Cory Everson, one of the sexiest fbb ever. Don´t like spoiling this memory. :-)
Is Cory also a male name or WTF?

[Jeremy Lightning]

Yes, I've had several male friends that were named Cory. Cory Everson is the only female I've ever known that had the name Cory, probably short for Corina or something.

[Cortisol]

Cory looked up Julia on the internet several dozen times over the next four days, finding out a good many things.

Her full name was Julia Sokol. She was a nineteen-year-old freshman. She grew up in a Milwaukee suburb. She had been a gymnastics Olympic hopeful in her youth. She had since turned to other sports doing soccer, basketball and track. She made varsity in all three her sophomore and junior years, although she hadn't resumed them in her senior year.

Instead, she had taken up powerlifting. She went to nationals down in Texas about a year ago in the second heaviest weight class, meaning she was between 181 and 198 pounds. She squatted 510, setting the high school record for her weight by seven. She took first overall.

After reading this Cory realized his jaw was slack and his dick was hard. He unbuttoned his pants while searching Youtube for a video, and by God there was one.

"High school Girls 198 LB Squat Record - Julia Sokol" started with a few bulky young women who did respectably well, some were even sort of cute. Then Julia came up. She immediately looked stronger than everybody else there. Her wide, hourglass of a frame blew every other competitor away not only in terms of its obvious brawn but also in its shapeliness, its powerful curves. There was no mass wasted on her nearly two-hundred pound body; each ounce of meat was directed towards feminine strength.

Her breasts were the ultimate manifestation of this combination, of healthy, gorgeous young woman and jacked beefcake. Until this moment, Cory had only seen her tits insofar as he had seen stretched clothing going from her neckline to the rounded fabric six-inches in front of her shoulders, but he had not yet inferred that so much of what was filling out her bust under the garment were her huge pecs. Against the tight polyester of her powerlifting quasi-leotard, two-inch muscular bulges jutted under her collarbones. They expanded forward and only slightly downward, getting wider, rounder, more voluptuous. Where her pecs ended and where her breasts began was largely indistinguishable, the two seamlessly becoming each other. Depending on how you looked at it, she could have just had massive breasts that started abnormally high on her chest, but they were too meaty, too unyielding, too defiant of gravity to just be fatty tits; or she could have just had the biggest pecs on the planet, but the plush, spherical flesh that Cory had felt grazing his back on Thursday hung too gracefully, heavily, buxomly to be muscle. She was in every way both a hyper-fertile woman and a muscular behemoth.

Julia's frame was slightly leaner and more defined then, probably to make weight. Each cut of her quadriceps was chiseled into her rosy skin, jostling slightly when she walked. Her arms had several veins running down them, clearly pumped from her warm-up. Her triceps protruded. Despite her slimmer figure, her huge breasts remained huge - they rested several inches over her lifting belt - and although she didn't have to waddle as she did now, her thighs still brushed one another with every movement. Cory couldn't help imagining the other girls knowing they were beat as soon as Julia came out. She was just too much more than them, and they had to know it.

As she came under the bar, she smiled, knowing there was a camera, knowing she was making history. The spotters brought the weight down as she hunched, ready for it. Her first lift was at the previous high school record for her weight class, 503. Again, Cory imagined the onlookers, the demanding parents of the all of the other contestants, amazed and horrified that Julia was so obviously going to win it.

The bar was set on her shoulders. She grimaced slightly, and began to breathe deeply. As she descended, her quads visibly expanded, bracing against the tremendous weight. A vein appeared on her neck as her face reddened. When her hips passed her knees he could easily see her thick round ass from the camera's vantage in front of her. At this nadir it almost looked as though she had a moment to rest when her flexed hamstrings pressed into her corded calves. Her thighs exploded even more as she brought the huge weight up, their definition increasing with the exertion. She shakily came back up to the bar, showing the strain the event put on even the goddess body she wielded. She dropped the metal quickly and backed out smiling. She stretched her legs and walked off. The cameraman didn't fail to catch her alternatingly flexed glutes as she turned.

This same scene happened two more times, culminating in her breaking the record. She looked just as strained as the earlier two lifts, but she had a grimacing smile on her face while doing it. She was clearly relishing and triumphing in the strength she was outputting.

As the bar went on her shoulders, he saw her legs explode against her tight quasi-leotard. The garment tried to control the size of her huge thighs, but their bulging masses simply had to expand with the weight she now held. The polyester dug a slight divot into her meaty quads as they swelled. She steadily went down, a vein popping out of her forehead. Her bent elbows locked blood into her forearms, revealing several veins running down their underside. He envisioned how the onlookers would demand a steroid test, and how it would come back saying that she was somewhat of a freak of nature, but not a cheater.

She brought the bar up, her smile glowing, her legs relaxing. She bounced playfully, knowing she had set the record. Her tits jiggled. A couple people clapped. Cory couldn't help but think that seven pounds really couldn't be that different. He chuckled as he thought about how if you're going to lift 503 pounds, you might as well lift 510.

After a public-access quality edit, she was shown standing on the highest podium, a foot above her competitors. Her wraps were off, and she wore a very tight t-shirt over her hulking upper body. The circumference of her hips was that of the second and third place competitors combined, although the real and indeed decisive difference could be seen in a comparison between their legs. Julia's looked 50% bigger than anybody else's. The top of her kneecap was overwhelmed with thigh muscle toppling over it. Her calves nearly touched as she rested with her hands clasped in front of her crotch. Cory thought he could see some muted veins running up her defined quads, engorged from the exertion and the excitement, the arousal of victory. Perhaps she covered her crotch because she didn't want the world to see her get wet from her own strength.

A broad smile beamed from her full face. She had just won, after all.

The video ended. His further investigations didn't indicate that she had done any more national competitions, and she wasn't on the team here at MSU despite being overqualified. Cory looked it up; she was one of the strongest women in the world... why didn't she continue?

Cory began to think about how, given she was even bigger now, Julia probably weighed over two-hundred pounds. Was it because of of some extra flab she had gained... or was it because she had become even stronger?

Cory's dick was rock hard. He quickly switched to her facebook having masturbated to it several times already.

Pictures from 2009 showed her wide and lean prepubescent body hugging an athletic woman on a gymnastics floor. Veins ran down Julia's skinny biceps; her six-pack was clear even through her tight leotard. Over the course of 2010 and 2011 she must have gained ten pounds of breasts and fifteen pounds of soft feminine flesh over the rest of her body; her bone structure widened as her height grew, but her voluptuous thickness more than kept up. Cory felt slightly ashamed being so turned on by a fifteen-year-old, but her proportions were absolutely outrageous, like she belonged in a fucking music video. Between 2012 and 2014 was when her musculature really increased under her feminine curves. Her biceps, her back, her legs all thickened progressively. In a couple action shots of her playing soccer she looked like a linebacker among children.

Cory noticed that she wore huge tarps of clothing seemingly to cover up her growth, almost as if she was ashamed of it, even though it would have been patently clear to anybody who saw how much bigger and bulkier she was becoming, surpassing all but a few of the guys in her school. It was as if she half-regretted her body and her efforts to perfect it, yet also found herself half-curious of how far she push her hulking dimensions. A forbidden muscle-lust.

It seemed that in every picture everybody in her high school accepted as normal that there was a colossus in their midst. She wore baggy clothing and occasional long-dresses, but in any outfit she chose after her sophomore year it was obvious by her sheer width, by her ass, by how filled her sleeves and pant-legs were that she was exactly what she was, a female teenage beefcake. Her friends, her teachers, her coaches all seemed to take it as just a passing fact of their high school, that there was a muscle-hulk of a girl with huge tits growing bigger and bigger every month. Why weren't there pictures of her flexing in a bikini in front of ogling teenage boys? Why weren't there pictures of her muscles being kneaded, massaged by her weak friends, doing what they could to please the goddess in their midst? Instead, they just hugged her wide shoulders and together looked into the camera, their faces touching in what was nothing more than insincere girl-camaraderie.

Cory found every picture of Julia an occasion for stroking his cock, but he decided to skip to near the end, to two taken on her prom night, to two which had been saved onto Cory's D-drive. It was a group of mostly girls, only some of whom had dates. Julia didn't.

Before Cory got to his favorites, he saw a few taken with Julia and other high schoolers. Everybody formed a line facing the camera, their arms over each other's shoulders, although nobody's arms could cover Julia's breadth. She wore a dark green dress - Cory made a mental note that she must like dark green - that billowed down to her calves. There was another picture of Julia hugging an older woman who Cory assumed was her mother: their equally huge breasts pressed against each other as they embraced.

Then Cory came to the pictures he had saved. The first was of Julia and two girls, skinny, pretty girls who were sitting down on each of Julia's sides. They were pulling up Julia's dress. Their pouting faces were each pressed up against each of Julia's thighs, completely dwarfed by the muscle groups. Her quads held rigidly above her knees, two slightly distinct sweeps of muscle separating their beef. The girls had also each brought one of their hands to Julia's calves from around the front of her legs, just barely covering their inseams. They were obviously posing around Julia as if she was a 1970's muscled superhero and they were the fuckable bimbos, but Julia had somewhat ruined the attempt with her out-of-character smile away from the camera. She was clearly embarrassed by what she was being asked to do, but at the very least she seemed somewhat complicit given that she didn't easily throw the two girls off of her lower half and bring her skirt down.

In the time between this picture and the next the photographer must have convinced Julia to commit to the role. Her friends had barely made any adjustments, although one, instead of looking at the camera, was kissing the mammoth quad she was wrapped around, but Julia looked like a different person: she had flexed.

She had spread her legs slightly and leaned to her right. She sucked her belly in. She lifted up her right arm and put her left hand on her waist. She looked at her right bicep. Whether her smirk was in or out of character Cory didn't know or care: she had flexed.

Her arm seemed to double in size from the previous photo. A vein ran down the middle of her bicep, above where her powerful tendons strained. The muscle had to be at least the size of a orange, probably larger. Her forearm exploded similarly, deep veins running along its thick cords. Her left arm rested, serving as a foil, enunciating the ridiculous size of the meaty mass she had brought to bear on the other side of her body.

Her breasts were lopsided. She must have flexed her left pec with the slight twist of her left arm, but she hadn't flexed her right; maybe she was distracted by her arm's strain on that side. Whatever the reason, her left breast was at least an inch higher than her right, sitting perched and hyper-perky, as if she had had botched plastic surgery.

Her waist, forced in by her left arm and her retracted belly, looked tiny compared to her flaring hips, leading to the piece de resistance, her fully flexed record-setting legs.

Her thighs had erupted with definition and size. Distinct muscle groups were clear. The young fingers of Julia's friends rested in the crevices formed by the flex. Cory imagined the feeling on the lips of the girl kissing the hardened, expansive beef; such a moment had to be either an expression or a catalyst of lesbianism. The muscles seemed so womanly yet so strong, so voluptuously powerful that he couldn't imagine anybody of any gender not wanting them, not wanting to hold them, massage them and fuck their owner. Cory envisioned the girls wrapping their skinny arms around her legs and squeezing with all they had, unable to press more than an inch into the legs' outrageous strength. They would kiss and caress her quads, moving upwards. Their pussies would get wet with the desire of satisfying the outrageous human power they had before them. They would rub their hips along her legs, feeling the feminine beef on their crotches. They would pull  up her dress even farther, revealing her drenched underwear.

Cory replaced the girls with himself. Julia stands in his room in her prom dress and one-inch heels. She turns around, backs her ass into Cory, rests it slowly on on his crotch, twists her arm backward and points at the zipper along her back. Cory pulls it down as she gyrates gently on his dick. She brings both of her arms to higher on her enormous back, working on her bra. The huge muscles on her shoulder blades bunch into balls and mounds as she dexterously unhooks the latch. She shimmies her dress down her body, her ass still playfully dancing on Cory's lap. Her custom underwear, made especially for her ridiculous size, is almost lost between her butt cheeks. She backs into him even more and bends down to undo her heels. Her ass widens with the contortion. She looks back, opens her mouth mischievously and starts flexing her glutes, muscle-twerking on his dick, almost causing him to lose his balance. She giggles.

She turns around quickly. She looks Cory in the eyes and brings her arms up to her shoulders. Her biceps flex, and she looks at them. From the jutting of her pectorals under her collarbones, her breasts extend forward into Cory without a hint of sag, each fighting with the other for space in her cleavage. Her hands find the straps on her bra. She pulls them off of her shoulders. As the 'support' falls to the ground, there seems to be no effect on her perky breasts, except to expose her erect nipples. She looks at them, then back at Cory. She giggles.

She presses her body into Cory, her breasts billowing up. Her shoulders completely dwarf his despite being five inches shorter. She brings her wide hips into his, and he again almost loses his balance. His erect dick folds up to her belly-button. She smiles feeling its hardness, its heat on her body.

She raises herself on her toes, her huge calves activating. Her plush nipples graze upwards on his chest. She kisses the bottom of Cory's lips gently. The tip of his penis runs along the lace of her underwear. She ever so slightly repositions her body; Cory feels on the end of his dick a tender wetness underneath the fabric of her lingerie. He can just barely sense the lips of her pussy nearly quivering with desire. She brings her hips farther forward and tilts her head back. His dick presses into the fabric and just barely into her vagina. Her eyes close as she presses even closer. She slowly goes back down off of her toes, Cory's dick raking across her abdomen. She exhales deeply.

All while looking him in the eye, she descends, her strong legs flex, steadily guiding her body downward. His cock travels up her abs into her tight cleavage; she looks at it, breathing deeply and quickly through her open mouth. She flexes her pecs once. She looks up at Cory smiling. She flexes her pecs again and again in rhythm, pumping her breasts along the entirety of his shaft.

She stops and drops even further. Her record-setting thighs easily hold her prodigious weight. Cory's dick is on top of her breasts. She looks at it, exhales, looks at Cory, flexes her tits once more. She smiles. She puts her thick hands behind Cory and brings him closer. His cock slides into her mouth. Her muscle-tits scrape and occasionally flex along its underside as she thrusts her head back and fo

Cory ejaculated. He pulled some tissues out of the box on his desk, looked at the picture of Julia on prom night, and closed his laptop.

---

It was Sunday night, and by now Cory's penis was red. Profound pain was the only deterrent there was to stop him from masturbating all the time, yet he still had to force himself to take it easy. He was on his computer, looking through his email, when he saw one sent an hour ago.

It was from Julia.

"H e y   t  h e r e ,  C o r y"

A bright smile came to Cory's lips.

"So I'm going to be out of town this next week. I was wondering if you'd be a gentleman and take some notes for me? Pretty please?

"And I know you don't bring a laptop to class, and we have a test the next next Tuesday, and I'd like them before the minute before the test........... so maybe I can meet up with you on Saturday when I get back to snag 'em from ya? Let me know your schedule.

"Well, I suppose first you have to agree to the horrible task of photocopying your notes before you agree to the horrible task of meeting up with me : )

"Let me know,

"Julia"

Several things came into Cory's mind and it was hard to distinguish them all. The first was complete giddiness; the second was the conditioned desire to masturbate, which invariably arose whenever the concept of Julia came to him; the third was to take fucking good notes; the fourth was to reply.

"Hi Julia

"I'd be happy to take notes for you. And yeah, let me know where/when I can hand them off.

"Cory"

Cory had only just gotten his dick hard when he got an email back.

"Okok, outside of Bryan at 6 on Saturday?"

"Sounds good.

"Cory"

[Jeremy Lightning]

I like this story a lot, but especially this last chapter where he did some great research to find that Julia was incredibly muscular and strong from a fairly young age, which is something I always enjoy reading. I can't wait to see what the more grown up Julia is capable of power wise. k+!

[Cortisol]

It was the longest week of Cory's life, and he made sure to take very, very good notes for Julia. Goddamn were they good notes.

But was she asking for more than just notes?

Cory couldn't help but wonder about the event that was to unfold on Saturday. He was supposed to meet her at 6 outside her dorm, but perhaps there was more to it than just that...

The signals she had sent added up. She HAD looked at HIM and nobody else on her way out of the room a few weeks back. She HAD, the next week, sat next to HIM instead of taking any other seat. She HAD emailed HIM about the notes, and even put in little jokes too! The thought did come to Cory that anybody who had masturbated as regularly and thoroughly as he had over the young woman/behemoth he was to meet on Saturday would indeed have a skewed understanding of the various dating signals involved in modern courtship that she had been sending, but Cory decided to go for it anyway.

"Hey Julia,

"So I just looked it up and I'd have to take two buses to get to Bryan...

This was a lie.

"Is there anyway we could meet someplace in between Bryan and 15th street? If not that's okay.

"Cory"

Cory sent it off in an erotic haste. After he did so, he regretted lying to her, but it was the only way he could think of to send a signal back, to make Saturday an actual date. But he didn't want to ruin anything! A friend in Julia, a huge muscular buxom friend that could turn into a relationship might be good... but he didn't even say anything terrible to her, just a small lie! And he needed her to fuck him, he needed it.

She didn't email him back until Friday night. It was a painful couple days, a significant part of what made the week so long.

"Oh my gosh I completely missed your email. Yeah that's totally fine. Meet at Cassell at 6? I don't know the city too well, but that's a nice little place, right?

"Julia"

As Cory received the message, he received a Facebook friend request from her. He breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing was ruined.

In fact, was this another signal? She didn't pick just a landmark to meet at and exchange notes; no, she picked a 'nice little place.' Maybe this was becoming a date. Maybe Cory would have to withdraw some money from the ATM.

Cory quickly responded.

"Sounds good, thanks for being flexible.

Cory had a quick erotic interlude about Julia being flexible.

"Cory"

Cory was careful to not masturbate on Friday night, although the temptation was indeed there. Cory wanted to see Julia with full erotic charge, although he had no doubt that he could, no matter the circumstances, jizz fucking seven times if her meaty arms and thick legs were holding him, if her breasts were pressed into his and her bodies, if her head flew back in ecstasy and her hyper-healthy body flexed and shivered in orgasmic climax.

And these were exactly the sorts of thoughts that consumed Cory as he tried to not masturbate.

---

He was careful to arrive a little past six to emphasize the hardship he had to go through to get Julia the notes and to show just how oh so busy his life was. Although Cory was not a Casanova by any stretch of any imagination, he certainly did pay attention to signals. A veritable George Costanza, although unlike George, Cory isn't being filmed. He's being written about.

Dark Cassell was an indie coffee shop that was way too cool for Cory, and that was filled with people about half the size of Julia. Maybe Julia was some kind of secret hipster, Cory mused. Maybe she was weird enough - namely, maybe her muscles were big enough - to fit in nicely.

When he came to the block, he didn't see anybody outside the cafe. He peeked his head in the first window. He glanced around, and finally, finally, my god, yes, finally he saw her. In the back of the room, she sat looking over her shoulder, overwhelming an overmatched wooden chair with her weight, with her flesh.

She was wearing, much to Cory's chagrin, nothing special. Not a good sign/signal. A tarp of a sweater hung loosely after her breasts. A huge billowy green skirt covered her bottom half almost entirely, although it could not hide how massive her hips and ass were, splayed on the entirely too small seat.

Was she bigger than Cory remembered?

She looked at the counter, maybe at the time. She leaned her head back, her wide shoulders completely blotting out the wood of the seat behind her. She flexed her glutes perhaps out of anticipation, out of anxiety, out of frustration maybe. Her body shot upward, her skirt loosened around her. She closed her eyes and tilted her chair backwards and came crashing down onto the old tile. It was loud. She relaxed her body and shook her arms and head, like she was getting out the jitters before lifting something really heavy. She looked forward briefly before turning to her right and propping up her head with her left arm.

Cory decided to head in.

He briskly walked from his position, indicating hurried, self-acknowledged lateness. He came in, did a fake sweep for Julia. Julia turned her head up at the entrance of a new face. She smiled and raised her right arm. Her thick hand waved next to her head. Cory took two seconds to find it, and smiled.

"I'm so sorry, Julia, sorry for being so late."

"Oh no problem! Wasn't waiting long at all."

"Okay, that's good to hear."

Cory took a seat. He realized that he had never looked at her straight on before. The two momentous class periods next to Julia had been exactly that, next to Julia. He now was able to get a true appreciation of the mass on her bones. Her shoulders were approaching two-feet wide. Her arms relaxed at a fifteen degree angle away from her presumed lats. Her breasts hung three inches from the ornate table, leaving a dark shadow beneath. Her traps flared to her strong, pale neck, the same width as her oval face.

Cory remained standing, being too polite to sit even though she wasn't getting up to grab the notes and leave. It wasn't a good start for Cory I have to say.

"You wanna take a seat?"

"Oh, sure!"

He was excited and he couldn't contain it. She was excited too, but she was better at it.

"Well how was class this week?"

Cory went on for a bit too long about exactly how class went this past week. She may have been looking for just a 'oh, pretty good,' but that is exactly not what she got. Cory finished a minute too late.

"Well that sounds boring, ha."

"Well yeah, it pretty much was. Were you expecting something else?"

"Well sometimes class isn't boring."

"Yeah, sometimes it's good."

A pause.

"Oh, probably shouldn't forget these:"

Cory released the notes from his right hand on Julia's side of the table. The pressing of his sweaty thumb left creases and marks on the photocopied paper.

"Okay, great."

She flipped through the papers.

"I have a lot to catch up on."

"Oh it's really not too much."

A pause.

"I don't know if you have the time, but... I was going to grab something to drink and take a look at what you got here"

She wagged the notes. She half-finished her thought.

"Did you want anything?"

"Oh, uh, yeah sure, I could use a coffee."

Cory was one to know a signal when he saw one and goddamn did he see one. He got out of his chair as Julia glided upwards. Cory imagined the expansion of her thighs behind one eye and behind the other he took inventory of how many butterflies were in his stomach. They walked together towards the end of the line, which consisted of two tall, skinny, flannel-laden, glasses-wearing, brown-haired men. Cory looked to Julia and smiled with an arm outstretched.

"Ladies first."

"A gentleman, so rare these days."

She smiled back. Cory was proud and had earned a reward. As Julia gazed at the multi-colored chalk of the menu, Cory looked down. Her skirt shoved out, forced by her butt cheeks. She shifted her weight towards Cory; the skirt bowed further; Cory saw a tendon flare on her ankle; Cory quickly shifted his gaze. Julia ordered a small coffee for here and a scone. Cory ordered a coffee too. He was going to get something more interesting, but he didn't want to show Julia up.

As the two of them walked back to the table, awkwardly not saying much of anything, Cory marveled at how normal Julia looked in her loose clothing. Sure, there were clues - the fact that she had to waddle to get her quads in front of each other, the perkiness of her mare-ass, the obvious and astounding size of her body no matter what she put over it - but in her attire she could be easily mistaken as fat, as something quite usual in overweight America. Cory found himself wondering why she had worn an exposing dress the first day they met... what had changed either then or now?

She guided her center of mass onto the human-sized chair beneath her. Cory imagined the smell between her thighs as she crossed her legs at the ankles out from under the table to Cory's left. She hunched over her scone and began to pick at it with her hefty fingers.

Cory knew he needed to make some kind of move. This was all getting sour and/or crushed by the anxiety he and - he inferred - she were feeling.

"So what were you gone for?"

"Oh, my cousin had her wedding!"

"Wow, that sounds fun. Where was it?"

"That's the best part: Wisconsin... You'd think when your cousin marries somebody from Florida that you'd get to go to Florida for the ceremony and beaches and amusement parks and whatever else."

"Yeah that doesn't seem right."

"It was good though. I don't know my cousin very well, but it was good. It sort of cut into the middle of my education, and I've been told that's important, but whatever. You only get married once!"

"Hah."

Julia smiled. She quickly shrugged her huge shoulders, her breasts following suit, jiggling slightly. Cory didn't think she was wearing a bra. She wasn't.

Cory knew this was all so far just a one-way ticket to the 'friend zone' as the internet and Joey Tribbiani call it... He needed something personal, something that would make a real connection between them, something that he could point to and say, that's it, that's what began the long process that culminated in her undressing him and ripping his goddamn pants off and pressing her naked torso against the naked length of his.

"Well I'm sure it was better than class, Julia. Actually though, class really really sucked this past week."

"Oh no, that's terrible. Ugh, I hate Professor Saunders, he never..."

"No, no, the content of the class was pretty manageable. I just didn't have anybody to play any games with."

She smiled broadly. Did she blush? She might have blushed.

"Would you believe me if I told you that not one person at the whole wedding asked me to play hangman with them? Not a one."

"Wow. That must have been shocking, given the preponderance of those sorts of people in your life here at MSU."

She laughed. Her laugh was higher and softer than her speaking voice. She leaned back in her chair, and came right away back to the table, and took a bite out of the scone.

"I don't know why I get fucking scones, you know."

"I've never had one."

Things were going better.

"Well they're probably the most white girl thing you can get at a place like this, but if you want a taste..."

She pulled off a piece from the side where she took a bite. She held it in her hand across the table. Cory thought about how this would be logically equivalent to, at least under the aspect of saliva, kissing Julia. He looked her in the eye. She was looking him in the eye already. Her small brown irises bore an intense and subtle gaze augmented by the wetness of her red lips, burned slightly by the hot coffee. Cory pulled his arm up, hoping his fingers weren't shaking. He took the pastry and relished what was happening and put it in his mouth.

"It's dry."

Cory took a sip of coffee.

"Yeah it is! Why the 'H' do I get this thing all the time"

Cory giggled at her saying 'Why the "H"' and she giggled too.

"How old are you?"

Cory was surprised by the question.

"Uh..."

"I've been going between a couple numbers, and I just settled on one, on my guess, and I was wondering if I was right."

"Okay, let's see if you're right."

"You're twenty-six."

"ME? Twenty-six?!"

She smiled.

"Dang it."

"No, I'm 24. You were close though! How'd you know I wasn't twenty-two? I could be twenty-two!"

"Bahaha, no you couldn't."

"What the 'H' do you know about how old I could or could not be?!"

She smiled.

"I know enough to know that you're not twenty-two, okay!?"

A vein showed on the side of her neck and another was visible on her forehead. She was smiling a lot. Cory felt his dick expand and decided to change the tone with pretend-dejection.

"I guess you do..."

"What?!"

"Well, I guess I just want to seem like I could be twenty-two..."

"Aw, okay okay forget I said anything."

She leaned into the table. Cory's head was down, but a smile turned on his lips. He broke character and got a sip of coffee. He looked up. She was looking at his eyes, a smile turned on her lips. She broke her gaze and got a sip of coffee. Cory thought he could see the nub of her nipple pressing against the heavy weave of her sweater.

It was the best hour and a half - thus far - that Cory had experienced. Even the stupid little coffee shop sandwich he got was pretty good.

At one point, when Julia asked about the notes and if there was anything particularly difficult she should look for on the test, she rolled the sleeves of her sweater up. Cory could feel his cock reacting as her wrists and forearms were revealed. Veins danced along their bulging undersides as her circulation was cut off by her sweater just before her elbows. The blue was so subtle yet so clear beneath the whiteness of her skin.

He realized he was staring. He looked up. She was looking at his eyes. Her eyebrows raised. Cory proceeded quickly to look at the notes she had brought up.

Julia thought about whether this was all a signal.

---

It was about 7:32, and Cory's cheeks were exhausted from smiling. He was giddy with the knowledge that he could ask her out and that she would probably say 'yes.' This was no ordinary little coffee break; there was flirting, there was muscle ogling, it had it all!

"So... what are you up to tonight?"

"I'm talking to you, silly!"

Cory looked down and chuckled.

"No, ha, I mean later."

"Well, I was going to go to the gym for a bit. Haven't been in a while."

"Do you work out a lot?"

They both smiled.

"Yeah. I do."

Cory let out a small laugh.

"But I can go tomorrow, if you had something more fun in mind."

"I don't know, maybe we could grab some dinner? That was a very small sandwich."

"Yeah that'd be good. I'm really hungry."

"Any ideas of where to go?"

"Well I don't exactly have a lot of money right now..."

"I'll spot you. Let's find some place."

She smiled.

"That'd be nice. Thank you."

"Well I haven't done anything yet!"

She nodded her head and smirked. She lifted herself up and grabbed her handbag from the seat back.

They walked out together. Her waddling steps were nearly silent; Cory's shoes clicked on the tile.

"Thanks!"

The barista called out to them. Cory smiled back; Julia was already outside.

"So, where to?"

"I don't know the city too well..."

"Neither do I!"

"But you're an old man, so I'll let you decide. You have the wisdom of your years behind you."

Cory laughed. Julia giggled and shivered slightly.

"I could use a drink."

"I'm nineteen..."

"Do you drink?"

"Well, sometimes."

"We don't have to get a drink."

"No, that'd be fine, I just don't know where I would get one."

Cory remembered what it felt like to be her age.

"Oh, uh, well"

"You know I should go to my room to put these notes away."

"Oh, okay, uh"

"You could just come with me. Although I know it is just SUCH a long walk... what is it, two bus rides?"

Cory'd been had. A mischievous smile played on his lips. She knocked into him gently with her left shoulder. He buckled backwards from the force.

"Yeah it IS quite the distance."

"Mhm. But you should walk with me anyway. If anything, you can't leave a girl to walk in the dark. That wouldn't be okay for a gentleman such as yourself... or was I mistaken before?"

Cory thought about how unlucky the perpetrator would have to be to chose Julia as his mark.

"Oh no, oh no, I really AM a gentleman. Don't you doubt that."

"Good."

She looked him in the eye and began walking towards campus. Cory quickly caught up.

Ten minutes into their journey, in a lull in their conversation about the store fronts they passed, Julia suddenly uncrossed her arms and moved behind Cory. She rubbed both of Cory's arms from behind with a firm yet gentle strength, generating friction and heat along his fleece.

"Holy smokes, aren't you cold? I'm fucking freezing!"

She ducked to her original position, but slid her thick arm between Cory's elbow and his side.

Cory's dick extended to a dangerously conspicuous length. He felt her unyielding yet relaxed bicep and triceps make a five inch gap between his torso and his elbow. He felt her tensed lats pressing into his forearm. Her breasts bounced with her steps, occasionally grazing him through the thick weave of her sweater.

"Yeah it is pretty cold."

He looked over to her. She was still leaning slightly into him, but was looking away, across the street, perhaps thinking about the hyper-obvious come-on she had just laid down. Her hips swaggered to bring her legs forward. Her glutes alternatingly tensed with each step. Her tits were no longer covered by her crossed arms, and her erect nipples were obvious. They had to be a half-inch long.

Cory couldn't believe his good fortune.

[Cortisol]

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"He felt her unyielding yet relaxed bicep and triceps make five half inch gap between his torso and his elbow" was typed badly.

"He felt her unyielding yet relaxed bicep and triceps make a five inch gap between his torso and his elbow." That should be it, although I know the moment is over.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Oh, it's going so well for Cory, I'm glad, I hope it continues to go down this road, there's a lot of stories here where the girl likes to humiliate the guy, she likes to show him how superior she is in a cruel manner, but Julia looks to be different, she looks to be a sweet girl, who just happens to have a body that Ms. Olympia would envy! Maybe even Mr. Olympia! Hope to read more soon! k+!

[NinjaStar]

You compared him to George Costanza? Ouch. He better hope he has hand, because he might need it later.

[snowman7]

What a nice, sweet story.  Normally i'd be wondering when the heck we'd get back to the muscles and flexing, but your pace and perspective is great.  Thanks for keeping the story moving.

[phil123]

Hi,

would like to read more about Julia and Cory. The story becomes better and better. I like that the story is a little bit slow (growing). The releationship between Julia and Cory will hopefully also grow and become more intense.

[Cortisol]

The trip was fairly normal, save, of course, the woman hanging on Cory's arm. But she wasn't a woman, really; she was a girl; but she wasn't a girl, really; she was more of a bodybuilder.

Her brown hair hung down just past her shoulders and bobbed with her steps. Her small mouth's plush lips lay slightly open. Her cheeks were rouged by the cold. Her elfish nose too. The youth, the health of her features were enough to arouse Cory, but there was so much more to Julia. She was just so much, so more.

For example, she was just too wide to walk arm in arm on the sidewalk. Cory ended up shoulder-checking the first passerby because of her size. As a second man lost in his phone walked towards them, Julia, having learned from the first collision, decided she should do something differently. She took inventory of her enormous body, her insane proportions and decided to scrunch her shoulders, but they proved to not be the offenders. Cory attempted to move closer to Julia to allow the man to pass, but after only having adjusted a few inches he ran into her wide hips. Some firm, strong combination of baby fat and hulking muscle and tendon and the bone underneath allowed him no quarter. In pressing against her, Cory felt her core sauntering so as to widen her step and get her over-sized legs in front of each other. His shoulders hit those of the distracted man passing him. A quick 'sorry' was given by each as Cory tried to figure out what to do if another person approached, but he quickly got side-tracked. He re-realized what the fuck he was next to and he re-fantasized about how insanely and freakishly big Julia was, about how she probably squats 700 pounds and gets wet with self-lust and touches herself, about how much bigger she had gotten since high school, about how she might have gained forty pounds of muscle in a year.

A terrifying thought entered Cory's head...

Was he on a date with a freak? A perversion?

And what did that make him?

A pervert, he answered. A muscle-pervert.

---

They arrived at Bryan, the dorm Julia lived in, at about 8:04. When they entered the door, Julia separated her arm from Cory's. He immediately began to miss it.

"So, do you want to come up? We could have something to drink up there before we go somewhere I can't drink at?"

"Yeah, that'd be good."

She folded her arms across her chest and pulled her student ID out of her handbag. She felt her nipples on her forearm.

Cory got his wallet out and pulled out his.

The guard let the two through.

"How does it feel to be a twenty-four year-old man and have to show your ID to a guard at a freshman dorm?"

She faced him straight on and stood a foot away. Her breasts were much closer. Her shoulders were double his and capped by bowling balls of muscle. Her neck was as wide as her head and her traps went half-way up it. Everything else was goddamn covered up.

"Not good."

"You fucking pedophile."

She smiled broadly, looked Cory in the eyes and twisted her body from side to side, almost goading him. A vein came to her forehead. She was so cute, a muscle cutie.

Cory looked at her and laughed and was reveling in his own joy and fate as the elevator arrived. Three girls left it. Julia said a 'Hi' to them and they all said a 'Hey' back. Cory hustled through the doors and Julia followed. Seeing her walk towards him, seeing her quads press into the fabric of her billowy skirt as she swaggered forward got him hard.

Inside, she leaned her ass into a horizontal pole, which made no dent whatsoever in the muscle-meat of her backside. It did, however, tighten the fabric around her legs, displaying the insane contours of her thighs. They had to be ten inches in diameter.

"They are some girls from my floor. I used to hang out with them a lot."

Cory composed himself and closed his mouth.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. They're weird."

The two reached the third floor and took a left. Cory had his hands over his crotch. They passed the common room where some guys were playing video games. It looked like League of Legends.

They reached the end of the hall. Her steps were gracefully silent on the carpet. Julia went to her shoulder bag to look for his key. In the meantime Cory secretly reached down and shuffled his penis around in his pants making it almost inconspicuous. He gave himself a thought of accomplishment.

"My roommate's probably not home. You'd like her."

She pulled out her key and opened the door. Cory was ecstatic and nervous, but he shouldn't have been... nervous, that is.

"Home sweet home!"

The room was too normal for her. Cory became even more on edge because of just how boring it was. There were two laptops on two desks, there were purple drapes, there were two different bedspreads on two identical bed frames, and there were two closets with a few clothes strewn here and there. Cory immediately knew which side was Julia's by the size of the dresses on the ground.

"Do you like it?"

Cory was standing a few feet into the small room. Julia set down the notes Cory had delivered and went to the drapes to close them.

"It's nice."

Julia laughed.

"Not really."

"No... not really."

Julia smiled as she returned from the window. Cory did too. A small and sexual pause.

"So what about those drinks!?"

With a playful gasp, Julia walked briskly to her desk. She turned her back to Cory and bent down. Her sweater moved up her ass as it widened and widened. Cory shifted his focus as she turned around with a bottle of Fleischmann's.

"Here!"

She presented it like a valuable vase.

"Do you have any thing to mix it with...?"

"Uh.."

She was looking behind Cory. Cory looked where she was looking, but it turned out to just be 'into the distance.'

"I guess not."

"You just drink shots of this?"

"Um... yeah."

"You mean to tell me that with all of the difficulty involved in acquiring illegal alcohol, you get the worst possible kind and then don't even bother to make it palatable with a non-poisonous beverage?"

Julia raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"You did the same freshman year, I'll betcha."

Cory looked at her. She was so hot.

"Well then pour me a shot!"

---

"The vodka gets so much easier the drunker you get!"

Cory coughed out the words as he pounded his glass on the desk for the fifth time. Julia responded through her grimace.

"I shouldn't have done that one."

It had been about forty-five minutes and the two of them were pretty sloshed. Their mutual anxiety about this whole thing had been successfully placated by the alcohol... of course, now they had other problems.

Cory, for example, had to contain himself from lunging onto Julia, pulling up her skirt and massaging her quads while making out with her. Julia had other things on her mind.

She sat down with a thud. The chair creaked. She stared at something below her and gave a sigh. Cory had sat on her roommate's chair a few feet away across the room. He looked at her. She had gotten quieter and quieter since they started with the Fleischmann's. Her joviality had gone as they had drank. Cory felt bad about it, that he had drank this girl into a sad stupor.

But Cory didn't see how it was possible: this otherwise superhuman individual was somehow affected so strongly by the alcohol. Despite her hamstrings covering and expanding past the seat, despite her breasts being able to feed a family of four, despite whatever else a person could say about Julia Sokol, she was drunk and upset.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, Cory, I'm fine."

A pause.

"Did you want to maybe go get something to eat?"

"I don't feel like it anymore."

"I thought you were hungry."

"It's fine."

A longer pause. The entire, enormous weight of her body just sulked there on that overmatched chair.

Cory walked over to her right side and leaned on the desk in front of which she sat. He didn't even realize he had made a move until about five seconds after.

"Are you sad drunk?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh"

"Yeah I guess you are."

This is when Cory realized he had made a move. Was he coming on too strong, saddling up to a girl in her own room?

"Well we gotta get you moving then, that's the way out of a sad drunk."

"I might just be tired. Had a long week."

Cory didn't like the sound of this.

"Yeah..."

He stood there for a few seconds.

"So... should I go so you can get some sleep?"

A pause.

"No."

Cory looked down. She looked straight ahead. Her oval face hung low.

"Okay."

He half-whispered it.  He stood there for a bit, his balance poor even while leaning on the desk behind him. She brought her arm up to wipe her eye. Her bicep popped.

"Did you know that I'm really strong?"

She said it so casually that it surprised Cory.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

She brought her arm back down.

"I can believe it."

Cory had the wherewithal to not betray any knowledge that he had been stalking her, watching her weightlifting videos, that he had been masturbating to her muscles since the very first moment they met. Even through the haze of Cory's drunkenness he at least knew that much.

"I've just always been strong, and I work out and stuff, so I'm really strong."

She said this with a sadness, a regret.

"That's good! It's not a bad thing to be strong."

"Well, I mean, sometimes it is."

She was talking with a kid's mopey cadence. Hell, she WAS a kid.

"When is it a bad thing?"

"I don't know."

"I like that you're strong."

He said it, and he said it like a little boy to a little girl. The primal, middle school crush out of the bag. She looked up, her eyes watering slightly. She looked forward again.

"Yeah. I always thought you did."

"Well I do."

"How much?"

She had turned her head slightly towards Cory but was looking off to his side.

"What?"

"How much do you like that I'm strong?"

"Well I like you for a lot of reason besides.."

She quickly turned her head up to him and spoke with intensity.

"How much do you like that I'm strong?"

Cory was honest.

"A lot."

"Show me."

Cory didn't understand what she was asking of him. Was she asking him to rub her muscles? A kiss? His dick? What the fuck, what the fuck was the two-hundred pound creature asking him to do?

Cory leaned down in a squat and put his arm over her hunched shoulders. He rubbed gently. The firmness, the lush expansive strength of her upper back was still as he caressed it through her sweater. She let out a soft exhale and turned to him. They looked each other in their mutually drunk eyes. They kissed.

She slid off the chair, got on the ground with him and put her rough hands on his head. His arm moved down her back as she imposed over his body. Her tongue gracefully came between his lips.

After a minute she removed her mouth from his and opened her eyes. She propped herself up on the opposite side of Cory, who was leaned back against the desk. His fully-erect folded-against-his-waist-band dick was right below Julia's left boob. She looked at him and cocked her head. Her brown hair draped into a reddened eye. Her plush lips were open with desire.

"You didn't really show me, you know."

"Show what?"

"That you like my muscles."

"I didn't?"

Cory smiled, and then Julia closed her eyes and shook her head like a child.

"No no no you didn't.

Show me."

Cory's smile went away. He didn't really know what to do as he brought his right arm from his side and cupped her huge shoulder. His left palm traveled to her other shoulder. She followed the movement of his hands with her eyes; her mouth hung, her breathing heavy. Cory began to knead the hard muscle in his hands although he ended up kneading a lot of sweater.

"Julia."

She looked at him.

"Why don't YOU show me?"

"Because I don't know that you'd like it..."

A pause.

"I'd like it, Julia."

"You would?"

"I'll show you when you show me."

The words slurred out of his mouth.

She got up quickly and stumbled away.

"Stay there and don't look."

Cory nodded. She awkwardly stepped into her medium-sized closet and closed it clumsily behind her. Over the next two minutes Cory heard hangers flying, bangs and clunks. The wood of the door cracked a couple times as her shoulders and hips accidentally rammed into it. Cory had to fight the alcohol to not pull out his dick right there.

"Are you looking?"

"No."

"Yes you are."

"Okay, I'll turn around."

Cory sat up and looked at the bed to his right.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay"

After saying the third okay, Cory heard the closet door open. After the fourth, the overhead light went off. A desk light above Cory turned on and was faced towards a wall. A huge shadow moved over him.

"Okay."

Cory turned around. She was wearing a black tank top and a pair of short shorts that looked more like a sash around her insane width. She looked down to see Cory's eyes widen. Out of nervousness, out of sheer exposure she forced her legs into each other. Her crotch was completely consumed by the muscles of her inner thighs bulging into one another. Below, her barrel-quadriceps battled, the sweeps of different tissues ballooning this way and that making fault lines and shadows in her muscle-plump flesh. Even pressed together they were wider than her hips. Her knees, corded with tendons, looked cartoonishly small in comparison. Her calves bulged between her legs, the left grazing her right as she nervously shuffled. Even in the low light, Cory could see veins traveling up their inseam. He reached out. He traced one with his finger as it traveled from her right ankle up.

"Holy shit, Julia"

He took both hands to her right thigh. He started to knead the muscle jutting inches over her knee. He moved up farther. She squeezed her legs together harder, flexing her massive quads out of nervousness... maybe out of arousal. Her thighs were bigger than his fucking chest. The crevices between her muscle groups were an inch or deeper. Muted veins snaked here and there, becoming increasingly visible.

"How is this possible"

"I don't know"

She cooed the words. Even the shaved follicles on her skin looked stretched. He pressed, hard and then harder. A small indentation was all he could muster before he felt like he was going to hurt his finger. Cory looked up at her face wanting to see her reaction, but he only saw breasts and her forehead.

He started to stand up. As his hands left her thighs, she reached down to grab them. Clumsily, finally, she held on to his palms. Her calloused fingers gently pulled him to her ass. He went back to his knees. His face was at her crotch, only a thin layer of polyester away from her dripping pussy. Julia placed her fingers over Cory's and pressed them into her. She exhaled. The feminine beef easily resisted their force. Cory brought his fingers together along her stretched skin, but her butt was so taut, so perfectly muscled that nothing ended up between his digits. He moved his hand down the globe of her ass; her hands followed. His eyes closed, the smell of her crotch now overwhelmed him. He pushed up on the entire mass of her backside, but it was too heavy, too strong, too perky to move any higher. Julia felt what he was trying to do. She leaned her head back, moved her crotch forward, closer to Cory's face and flexed her glutes. Cory heard the polyester rip as his hands were forced back by the expanded muscles. He pressed hard into them to feel the striations a half-inch beneath her smooth skin. They were so unyielding that in doing so he scooched towards her pussy; his chest hit her quads jutting four inches in front of her.

He buried his face in her thighs and open-mouthed kissed with a erotic charge he didn't know he had. He moved up on her leg. The taste became salty and sultry. His arms hugged what they could encompass of her lower body, squeezing and caressing the goddess he had in front of him.

Suddenly Julia began to squat with a slow strength. Cory stopped his erotic attack on her legs and looked at her as she came to him, his behemoth, his freak of nature, his nineteen year-old monster. She went down until her hamstrings came against her calves. Her hands rubbed her stomach right above her shorts. She cocked her head and looked at him.

"You do like it."

She looked at his pants.

"I do. I told you. I love it."

"I shouldn't have doubted you. I'm sorry."

"You're so fucking unbeliv"

"You go on all of the sites, then."

"What sites?"

"For muscle women."

"Oh, well, sometimes."

"I've seen those. I'm probably on those or something."

"Maybe."

"You want to fuck me?"

Cory was taken aback by the question.

"Uh.."

"Because if I don't want to fuck you, I don't have to."

A change in tone.

"No you don't."

"You probably want to see my pecs and my biceps and my delts and shit. You probably don't even care about me, you don't even care about fucking."

She was drunk and acting strangely because of it and Cory understood that... but her size, her would-be dominance, her strange accusations combined to make Cory somewhat scared.

"Look, we can do whatever you want."

A pause.

She dropped to her knees and crawled over to Cory.

"So what do the cam girls do?"

Cory backed up slightly and rested his upper back on the bed frame.

"What cam girls? What are you ta"

"The muscle girls. The muscle cam girls."

She crawled over his legs and straddled him. Despite the size of her hips, her quads had to be spread at a seventy degree angle to allow Cory between their girths, each being as big or bigger than Cory's waist. The material of her shorts creaked with tension. She shimmied her way up until her crotch was right at the tip of Cory's dick, which was folded up to his stomach against his pants. Cory felt her ass on his upper thighs.

"I don't really watch cam girls, Julia."

A pause.

"Okay, but what would they do?"

She put her left arm next to Cory's right side and propped herself up. They looked at each other for five or six seconds. Cory didn't say anything. He just couldn't get the words out. She tilted her head to get her messy hair out of her eyes.

"They would probably do this:"

She lifted her right arm up to Cory's face. Slowly, with a smile, she brought her forearm up to flex her bicep. It expanded to the size of a grapefruit right in front of Cory's eyes. Against her white skin, Cory could see the veins in her wide lats and underarm feeding and engorging the muscle. She sat with more pressure on his rock-hard dick. He moaned. She held the flex for longer and longer and leaned into Cory. He was just about to start kissing her.

"Or this:"

She relaxed her right arm and moved it to her tank top. She looked down to her chest. Gripping the collar, she pulled on the cloth, easily ripping it. She grabbed it from lower, where the tear had ended, and ripped it again. She threw garment behind her. She continued to look down at what she had revealed.

Her breasts seemed to start just beneath her collar bones, but Cory remembered that those were her pecs. They bulged outwards, but without any gap became a perfectly supported, thick and rounded set of tits. A couple of veins ran from her areola along her rosy skin. Her nipples were swollen, aroused.

"Oh my god, Julia"

She grinded her crotch into Cory's covered dick. Cory nearly came right there.

"Or this:"

She flexed her pecs and held it. Her tits jumped up an inch and a half becoming nearly horizontal. Her nipples touched the fabric of his shirt over his chest as she moved them back and forth, scraping them on him. She tilted her head up and moaned, moving further into Cory's dick. She brought her head back down and kissed him. Her breasts rammed into Cory; her nipples were so fucking hard. She fumbled to open up Cory's pants in between her thighs.

"Oh my god, Julia"

She lay her whole body against Cory's as she kissed his neck. Her strong midsection pressed into Cory's. She continued to fiddle with his button until

"Got it"

She shimmied her way down. Her knees moved back and she slid his pants off. She returned to his pelvis and lifted up his shirt and kissed the skin around his belly button. She pulled down his boxers. His dick was fucking throbbing. She took it in her rough hands and held it up from its previously folded posture. With a bit of apprehension, she kissed it and licked its head. She looked him in the eye.

"What do they do now?"

She put both of her hands on Cory's sides and brought her mouth around his cock. After a few seconds she slid her palms behind Cory's ass and lifted to bring his dick to her. His hips were weightlessly supported by her arms as she plunged and withdrew and plunged his penis into her lips. Her core flexed with the exertion; the outlines of billiard ball abdominals were obscured from Cory by her chest. He felt the back of her mouth on his tip.

She withdrew her left hand from behind Cory, and continued pumping his body with her right. Her bicep had a massive vein on its top. Her left hand went between her legs.

Cory felt her nipples on his thigh. He felt her unbelievable strength as she zealously pleasured him. He felt his eyes close and his cock fill with heat and ecstasy. He thrust his hips up and came.

She recoiled at the event, stopping the pump of her arm. Semen dripped from her lips as she backed away from the second and third spurts. His mouth remained open. After a few seconds his hips went back down, his mouth closed, his eyes opened and saw Julia wiping her mouth on her forearm.

"Tastes weird."

He started to laugh out of relaxation, a post-orgasm chuckle.

"I've never tried it."

He straightened himself up, his dick still hard.

"Well you're not gay are you?"

The question seemed serious.

"Alice says that anyone who likes what I am has to be a faggot, or at least part of them has to be a faggot."

Cory remembered Alice as the other name on the dorm's door. It took him a minute to figure out a gentle and politically correct way of responding through the drunken ejaculation-haze in which he found himself.

"That's an abrasive word, and I don't know if she's right."

"Well are you a faggot?"

Cory took a pause.

She had stopped rubbing herself and was looking down over her breast-pecs, maybe towards her knees. Her questions, her sudden despondency, her freakish body, the semen she hadn't noticed on her shoulder, it added up to make Cory sad, sad that she was somehow so broken in this moment, in his moment.

Her arms were still pumped with veins from her exertion on Cory's torso. Even relative to her wide hips, to her thick shoulders and to her bulging torso, her lower half looked oversized. Her quads enveloped her crotch; her shorts were only visible on her hips. Her calves propped up her shins. Her hamstrings left a two inch gap beneath her knees and the floor. For all of these reasons, Cory began to crawl over to her. What things were wrong, he didn't know, but he needed to make them right. She was just so... valuable. Valuable to the whole human race.

She looked at him as he cuddled up to her right side. His left arm moved behind her lower back. His right hand went to her upper thigh. He leaned into her to kiss her neck. He slid his fingers between her titanic thighs, wriggling them into the would-be gap between her relaxed muscle bellies. He could barely fit them in between the beef of her legs but she spread them slightly as he made his intentions known. His fingers massaged the firmness, the largeness of her inner thigh. He slowly brought his hand closer and closer to her crotch where thick tendons bunched just beneath the skin. She softly exhaled as Cory tried to slide his hand under her bursting shorts. Feeling Cory's struggle against the fabric, Julia opened her eyes. She spoke slowly and softly.

"Just pull them down."

Cory tried to, but

"I can't, they're fucking skin tight."

Julia reached down, ripped her shorts off and threw herself onto Cory, lunging her mouth onto his. Cory was overwhelmed by her force and toppled back against the desk they leaned against. Julia giggled.

"Come here."

She reached her arms underneath Cory's knees and lower back. Cory didn't really know what was going on until he began to move upwards. His 170 pounds lifted easily with nothing but a grunt out of Julia. Her right nipple hung just above Cory's. Her core bulged into his side. The heat and the thick, lusty strength of her impossible body hardened his cock.

She stumbled slightly in the low light and looked down to Cory.

"I'm so fucking strong."

Cory was going to say something until she threw him onto a bed. He bounced a few times on the springs. He turned back to her to see her wriggling the panties off of her legs. The cleft of her pussy was half-hidden and half-framed by a small tuft of hair and her freakish thighs. The underwear struggled to come off. Cory heard a tear.

"Shit."

"Jesus Christ, Julia."

"What?!"

She nearly yelled it.

"N-Nothing... you-you're.."

She was now bent down, shimmying her underwear down past the thickest part of her body, the middle of her thighs. A louder tear.

"Fuck this."

She had given up. She yanked them down and they ripped. She crawled quickly into the bed forcing Cory back to the wall. Her hands went immediately to his. Her grip was firm; he felt the calluses on her thick palms. She lay on her back and brought his right hand to her pussy. She positioned her left leg up the wall as Cory slid his hand into her.

It was the tightest vagina Cory had ever imagined. She collapsed on his fingers with each of his pumps. Her shallow breaths told him it was working. The half-bricks of her abs showed as her stomach vacuumed inwards. Her breasts heaved as she scooched down into Cory's hand in rhythm. That rhythm was occasionally interrupted when she activated her ass, thrust her hips up and tightened even harder around Cory. He was kneading her right thigh with his left hand when Julia sat herself up and grabbed onto it.

"Eat me."

Her hair was a mess. There was a vein on her forehead. It was said almost with desperation.

Cory brought both of his hands to her sides and bent his head down. He had no idea what he was doing but she seemed to fucking love it. He felt her ass flex up and down, thrusting her vagina forward into him, pushing his head with her pelvis. His left ear was pressed up against her thigh, but despite his compromised hearing he could easily make out her loud and louder moans.

Everything was building, getting faster. Even on his tongue he could feel the plush tightness of Julia's pussy as she escalated towards orgasm. Cory's mouth was getting tired from whatever the hell he was up to, but he cherished every second, taking pride in what he was bringing on in Julia. The heat and sweat and smell overtook Cory. Veins pushed to the surface down Julia's upper thighs.

She arched her whole body. Cory went as deep as he could. Julia's leg lost its footing on the wall and her thigh fell on Cory's head. Then she flexed everything. She was lost in orgasmic bliss, lost in her biology's glorying of herself. After ten seconds she returned to the world of thought and consciousness, and she felt Cory tugging at her thighs. His fingers scrambled hopelessly to pull her quads apart, grasping at the deep fault-lines between her muscles for some sort of leverage.

"Oh my god!"

She sat up and pulled Cory from her crotch. He took a few emergency breaths as her orgasm reached its completion. Her hands were on his shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, Cory, oh my god."

Cory shook his head and chuckled.

"I'm so sorry, you okay?"

Cory moved closer to her.

"Yeah, I'm great."

He coughed the words. She hugged him, pressing her breasts into his chest. She rubbed her hands on his back.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, oh my gosh."

Cory felt safer and more loved than he had ever felt in his life.

"I'm so sorry, Cory."

She kissed his neck.

"Don't worry about it."

She didn't listen. She continued apologizing and kissing his body. Cory's dick hardened. She felt it through his boxers as it pressed into her thigh.

"I'm so sorry."

She caressed his cock through the fabric and kissed his chest and hugged his abdomen.

"I'm so so sorry."

Cory looked down at her. She, eventually looked up at him.

They guided each other down onto the bed. They kissed.

"Tastes weird."

[jcboyd]

COMPLETELY. EFFING. STELLAR!!!!!! 

Looking forward to what I hope is the post-coital explanation of her backstory - including (one hopes) high school steroid use)