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School With Muscle Girls Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2020-11-05 20:57:34 +0000 UTCChapter 3
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. A huge, muscle bound goddess invited me to her dorm, and I was just going to walk in like everything’s cool. She was at least three times my size, her forearms looked like they could snap me in two, and if she sat on me, I’m pretty sure I would die. And I was just going to walk in.
I was almost at her dorm room. Looking behind me, I saw a huge man peek at me from his door. The guy was over six feet tall and built of granite, and I had a look that implied I was definitely not supposed to be there. It dawned on me; this was some big prank. I was in the lion’s den, and I was being tricked. Who knew what these freaks would do to me. I had always heard of hazing, torturing new recruits in a fraternity with intensely degrading and often painful measures. But I wasn’t even in a fraternity, much less a group with these people. Would they do that to someone like me?
I imagined Naomi lifting me over her body and walking to the roof of the building. I had no doubt in my mind she could accomplish such a feat, she was clearly that strong. What would she do with me if she got me up there? Would she walk towards the edge and threaten to throw me off? Everyone would be laughing at me, being bullied and punished by a girl. She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t throw me off, would she? Murder had to be out of the question, right? I never really contemplated my own mortality before. Playing on the computer all day separated myself from reality in more ways than one, and for the first time, my fight or flight was kicking in for real.
But it was too late. They had already seen me. There was no turning back. Room 513. I swallowed hard, and knocked on the door.
A tall blonde girl opened the door. “Hello?” She asked, her eyes picking me apart. She was thinner than Naomi, but still outweighed me by a wide margin. As she looked down on me, I began to feel very foolish.
“Hi… I’m here to see…”
“I think the gaming dorms are on the second floor or something. We’re busy up here,” she said, and she started closing the door.
“Jessie!” Came a familiar voice. “Is that Victor?” The girl named Jessie was easily moved out of the way, and replaced with Naomi, who was so tall her head barely missed hitting the top of the door frame, which was already heightened. She was now wearing a grey tank top that wasn’t made for working out, and cut off inches below her sizable bust. Her workout shorts were replaced with even shorter jean shorts, which proved she had more legs and ass than five girls. My eyes were about eye level with her chiseled abs. “I’m so sorry, Victor, I told them I was having company. Thank you so much for coming, come on in!” She grabbed my hand, which was the equivalent of a catcher’s mitt, and pulled me into the common room. I almost left my feet she pulled me so hard. Well, I guess I’m in.
The room was massive, way bigger than mine. Instead of computers, the room was wide open, with refrigerators everywhere and places to sit and eat. It seemed this room was designed to have people eat, essentially. And everyone was. There were huge women all over here, varying in size to be sure, but all of them were bigger than me.
All of the workout equipment must have been kept in the gym across the street. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I guess I figured they would work out here too. Makes sense to keep them separate though. There were a few guys here too, aside from me. They were all big bodybuilders too, so at least they had that in common with this group of amazons. I really felt like I was alone here, with the biggest woman I had ever seen as my tour guide.
I couldn’t help but notice her massive but firm butt as she took me to our table. There was a slight jiggle to it as she walked, and her thighs had muscles upon muscles, some of which were easily thicker than my entire leg.
When we reached a large table with couches around it, she stopped. “Here’s where I like to eat.” Indeed, it was filled to the brim with chicken, rice, and veggies. So much so that it looked like it could feed a small village. “Take a seat wherever you want.” I sat down at the end, and she sat right next to me. She was so massive, that sitting down, her legs were up to almost my chest in pure thickness. I was actually finding it difficult to see her face, since she was very close and her breasts jutted out so far, I couldn’t make out the lower parts of her face. Everything she did was power. The way she sat displayed her dominance over me, that I didn’t even come up to her chin when we sat side by side. “Help yourself,” she said.
I grabbed a plate, and loaded it with some chicken. She did the same, but loaded it with a LOT of chicken, and some rice, and some veggies. “So, what is your sport?” She asked me before loading her mouth with a fist of chicken.
“I do some E Sports, mostly MOBAs, some FPS’s,” I replied flippantly. I quickly realized she had no idea what I was talking about. “Um… nerd stuff, haha!”
“No, I think it’s really cool,” she answered, comfortingly. “I think anything competitive brings out such a fire, I would love to come to one of your events.”
“I think you would make quite an impression if you did.”
“Would you let me come to one with you? Like, as your date? I could wear your team colors and cheer you on.” I could tell by the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes that she was already flirting with me, which was intense from a woman of her size.
“Well, yeah, I think I’d like that. They would have to cheer for us then, wouldn’t they?”
She laughed. “Absolutely!” She exclaimed with a broad smile. Her laughter was infectious. “You’re so funny!” She put her hand on my thigh, which almost wrapped around it entirely. “I take it you haven’t seen many women of my size before?”
“Definitely not,” I replied. I thought about moving my leg, but quickly realized that would be futile. I was now pinned down. “I’ve seen female body builders before, but usually they are much thinner, and less… curvy…”
She laughed again. “That’s very perceptive of you! Yes, a lot of female body builders are afraid of fat, most of them, in fact. I, however, am a naturally curvy girl, and I only like getting big. I don’t believe in the cutting part of body building, where you try to get rid of as much body fat as possible. I have a naturally high metabolism and my fat tends to go to my boobs and butt, and I let my muscles do the rest of the work. You don’t think my boobs are too big, do you?” She asked inquisitively.
“Oh no,” I responded quickly, not wanting to upset her. “I think they make you look more feminine than most of the other girls that lift weights and stuff…”
“So… do you like them?” She asked.
Was this a trick question? Was she probing me? I was getting nervous. She was looking down at her breasts and jutting out her chest. They looked absolutely immense. Each was easily bigger than my head. I wouldn’t be able to put both of my hands around them they were so big. “I… uh… I definitely like them. They’re great!”
“You are so sweet,” she said, shoveling more food in her mouth. She turned her upper torso towards me, and her hands grabbed my arms, easily wrapping all the way around. She leaned forward, exposing more of her vast cleavage. If she leaned forward any more, her breasts would be resting on my lap, and probably crushing it. “I’m going to assume, since you’re here, that you’re single?”
I nodded. I was now very intimidated.
“How does a boy so cute stay single?” She asked. It’s worth noting, my face was now inches from the largest breasts I had ever seen. If I just moved my head forward, I would be in boob heaven, her chocolate colored chest inviting me in.
I looked into her eyes. “That’s very kind of you,” I replied. “But I feel like a better question is, how does someone as breathtaking as YOU stay single?”
“Wow, who needs candy with someone as sweet as you?” She laughed. “Typically, our bodybuilder community stays pretty close knit, especially the girls. They guys will go out with anything that moves, but us girls tend to keep within. I’ve dated a few body builders, and honestly, they suck. I saw you across the cafeteria, and when I looked into your eyes, I feel like everything just clicked. I was more attracted to you than any lug head I had been with before, I was just like, screw that, I’m going to ask him out. And here we are,” she said, that beautiful smile returning.
Wow, I really felt this. I felt like she was being genuine. It also helped that she wasn’t letting me go, I felt powerless in her arms.
A voice cut us off though. “Naomi,” came a female voice from across the room. “Put that little boy down, you’re going to hurt him.”
