Varsity dream
By woodsy 
A fat duckling becomes a beautiful swan


Deborah met Sam at the age of 19.  She had run just away from home and he 
was a godsend, or so she thought.  Deborah had been
insecure all her life, living in the tall shadow of her older sister, the 
college basketball star who would go on to play in the Olympics
and eventually graduate from Harvard Medical School.  Annie was tall, 
confident and athletic.  Deborah shared the same last name,
same bloodline, same height and same expectations.  By her teenage years, 
when she couldn't measure up, she sought escape through
food and drugs.

This refugee found her savior in Sam.  He was sophisticated, flashy and 
outgoing.  He made her feel beautiful and she made him feel
young.  But the feeling never lasted very long.  At 6 foot 3, Deborah was a 
full 5 inches taller than him already.  She felt even more
beautiful when she wore her high heels, but he always cut her down to size, 
even in public.  At a local businessman's banquet, he was
glad to show off a tall young lady, but when she drew the attention of the 
gray-haired crowd, Sam lashed out, "Get out and sit in the
car!  Why do you even wear heels anyway?!  If I were as fat as you I 
wouldn't even leave the house!"  When he said things like this
she would retreat to her room and lock herself up for days at a time, bury 
her face in food, and not leave the house.  Then he would
apologize to her, make her feel better and she would take him.  He was 
married, but not happily, and often as his wife pushed him,
instead of fighting back, he took it out on his friends and other 
associates.  She inherently loved him partly for his vulnerability, for
deep down he was as insecure as she was, yet he could always find the good 
times and find the right things to say.  Her emotional
scars ran deep, though.

A year after she met Sam, Deborah decided she wanted to try college.  He 
didn't talk her out of it, but he was always wary of any
pursuit she took up that he couldn't control.  She never particularly liked 
school, partly because she could never be as good a student as
her sister, but now, starting a new life, she was willing to put it all 
behind her and do what she liked.  She decided to study Music and
biology.  Music was her first love, while biology was her favorite 
scientific field.  At school she wasn't Annie's sister or Sam's
mistress, but a young woman taking the opportunity to return to the things 
she remembered liking.

Deborah decided she would get her body into shape as well as her mind.  She 
might never be the student or the athlete her sister was,
but she was now weighing over 300 lbs, and hated herself for it.  Her 
classes were over by noon, just when Will was usually getting
up, so she stopped by the campus gym.  She was very self-conscious, but when 
she found a sweatsuit that would fit her, she worked up
the nerve to walk in.  There she met Ryan, a skinny, nerdy kid who helped 
her study.  He was a bright freshman who finished high
school a year early, but socially awkward, especially around women, but 
Deborah thought he was just adorable.  He tried feebly to lift
an olympic barbell with 2 25lb plates.  He lowered it to his chest, but his 
face turned red as a lobster when he tried to lift it off.
Deborah saw that he was by himself, so she climbed on top of the bench and 
helped him lift the bar off.

"Are you okay", she asked.
"I am now.  You must be my guardian angel."  With that a buff jock in a tank 
top quipped, "Yeah, she must be St. Sara Lee."  Deborah
bent her head down, looking like she was choking back a tear.  Ryan yelled 
back at the bully "At least the bulge in her pants didn't
come out of the hamper."
"Gee, thanks," whined Deborah.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.  I wanted a better comeback, but I 
had to say something, and fast."
Deborah smiled.  "Well, you are almost as quick with the insults as you are 
with the barbells.  It looks like neither one of us really fits
in here.  Do you wanna go someplace else?"
"No, but I would like if you could be my spotter," he answered.
"Me?  But I don't know anything about lifting weights," she said.
"So?  Just help me out so I don't drop the bar again and kill myself."
"Deal.  So how long have you been working out, Arnold?"
"Arnold?  My name's Ryan...Oh, I get it, that's funny," he said with all the 
sarcasm he could muster.
"I'm Deborah.  What say we meet here every day?"
"I'd love to, but I'm a bit busy.  I can do weekends and 3 days a week if 
you want."
Deborah knew she couldn't get out on weekends.  He'd never allow her to have 
a life of her own on weekends, when she was supposed
to be at his beck and call.  "Weekends are no good for me, but I'll take you 
up on the 3 days a week."
"Sold!"

They met every week same time same place for the next month.  They never 
seemed to make any progress, though.  He was just as
skinny since he really didn't know how to lift and she was just as fat 
because she still had her episodes with Sam and was eating more
than ever.  Still, they both enjoyed their time together at the gym.  On one 
of her off days, Deborah stopped by the newsstand on the
way home and bought every magazine on the shelf having anything to do with 
bodybuilding or weightlifting.  She looked through the
magazines, at the fitness ladies and the toned models.  She rolled her eyes 
at the skinny, bubbly pompom girls she imagined them to
be in real life.  Seeing some of the female bodybuilders and their huge, 
swollen muscles disgusted her at first, so much so that she
closed the magazine and couldn't look at them for the rest of the night. But 
after she thought about it, she realized she was just
depressed that she just looked nothing like them.  The more she thought 
about it, the more bodybuilding appealed to her.  She realized
that she might never have the coordination and agility to play college 
basketball, but why not bodybuilding?  She stripped down to her
underwear and posed like the women in the magazines and didn't know whether 
to laugh or cry.  "Ridiculous" she thought.

Deborah read the bodybuilding mags religiously, and used them to devise and 
refine a lifting and nutritional routine.  One day after
their workout, she invited Ryan to her apartment for some drinks.  She mixed 
her own formula for optimal muscle mass.  She poured
one for each of them, downed hers with a grimace on her face.  It tasted 
lousy, but if it would help her toward her goal, so be it.  Ryan
had a different opinion.  "Yuck!  You drink this?"
"Yeah," she replied, "I'm trying to lose this gut and this fat ass of mine."
"Is this low-cal or fat free?" he asked.
"Yes and no" she grinned.
"So have you lost any weight since you started drinking this?"
"Not yet.  I just started this plan 2 days ago."
"Oh, well what do you weigh now?..If you don't mind me asking" he asked 
sheepishly.
"This morning I weighed 325, but I'll meet my goal."
Ryan almost spit up his shake, "You mean you're going to lose weight 
eventually?"
"Uh, yeah, that's right," she smirked knowingly.
"If this is what it takes, no thanks."  Ryan picked up some of Deborah's 
magazines off the table and looked through them.  Most of the
pictures were of muscle-headed goons.  Who needs that, he thought.  The 
fitness women barely caught his attention, but when he
turned to a section covering a Jan Tana Classic, he stopped and looked with 
his eyes wide open.  He knew there were some women
like this, but he didn't know that there were whole competitions devoted to 
them.  To his surprise he felt himself getting aroused.
When he heard Deborah walking into the room, he nervously closed the 
magazine and threw it onto the table.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Nnnothing.  I was just looking at your furniture.  Is that an oak coffee 
table?  It sure is nice."
"What were you looking at in that magazine?"
"Oh, that, I was just reading the letters to the editor.  Boy, can you 
believe what narcissistic dopes write in to these things?  So full of
themselves, heh heh."  He tried to keep his cover, but he knew she didn't 
buy it.  She picked up the issue of Flex and turned to the
contest page where it was clearly opened recently.
"So you find this attractive?  I don't understand you men.  These so-called 
women look like male strippers, and that's what you like?  I
think you should leave."
"But I....no, that's not what I....I don't understand."  Deborah walked to 
the door and pointed silently.  Tears seemed to well up in her
eyes as Ryan left.  Ryan just wanted to get out of there after the most 
humiliating moment in his life just happened.  As she slammed
the doors, Deborah's face turned to a smile and the tears never fell.  She 
faked anger but was actually very relieved.  Whereas before
she wasn't sure she wanted to go through with serious weightlifting, she now 
knew that at least one man-no, THE man she found most
attractive in the world-would still find her desirable, moreso in fact.

Ryan wouldn't go to the gym again that whole school year.  He couldn't face 
Deborah again.  Not after she caught him looking at the
muscular women.  What would people say about him if she spilled the beans?  
Besides, he wasn't all that interested in lifting weights
anyway.  He went the first time to see what it was like in a weight room and 
then he went because he enjoyed her company, but that
was about all.  Now he had no reason.  Besides, weightlifting was just too 
time consuming for him.  Why go the gym when he could
save time with running and bodyweight exercises in his dorm room.  He liked 
the simple aerobic routine better anyway.  He built
himself a chin-up bar which he used every morning and every night, in 
addition to some pushups and crunches and jogging 3 miles a
day.  He never built up much bulk, but he improved his strength and added 
some shape do his skinny body.  Besides, running by
himself gave him some time to himself to see people and places around town 
without having to talk to them.  All in all he liked it this
way.  But he did miss Deborah.  He was afraid she might stop working out all 
because of him.  He couldn't live with himself if that
ever happened.

It took months before the thought of Deborah giving up something she enjoyed 
doing ever occurred to him, but once it did, school was
already out and Ryan didn't know where to get in touch with her.  They had 
always met on campus, so he never got her phone number
or e-mail address.  When school ended for the summer she was never around 
and neither was he.  Ryan lived 200 miles away in the
summer.  He considered driving to see her, but decided against it for fear 
of being seen as a stalker.

Meanwhile Deborah had her own worries.  After one year, she did not know if 
she could afford school again, so she had to sit out a
year.  That meant no more campus, no more free gym.  She stuck by her diet 
and routine, and without Ryan to worry about, she hit the
gym 5 days a week instead of just 3.  It was not so visible, but she lost 40 
pounds or so and had firmed up her limbs and buttocks.  She
was still not confident enough even to wear shorts, but she felt she was 
coming along on schedule.  Now with summer, though, she
was afraid she would revert back to her slovenly ways without a workout.  
She had to work full time and every weekend, she would
comb the classifieds and yard sales for weights and equipment.  She would 
have to put her workouts on hold for a month or so, by
which time she had purchased enough free weights and equipment to convert 
her apartment into a workable gym of her own.  She hit
the weights with a vengeance to make up for lost time.  The goal she thought 
was impossible would take less than 2 years.  All the
lifting, dieting and suffering finally paid off.  For nearly every night she 
would go to bed sore from lifting and hungry to lift more the
next day.

She saw less and less of Sam during this time.  Legal battles and problems 
with his wife ate up most of the time he would have spent
with Deborah, which was just fine by her.  He made her feel bad too often, 
and she didn't need him to make her feel good anymore.
One day during the summer when she knew he was coming over, she worked out 
in her apartment.  He walked in the door but she did
not come to him nor say anything.  She continued her workout as if he 
weren't even there.  All this time she never told him about her
hobby.  He heard a mysterious grunting and banging of metal plates.  As he 
followed the noise into her living room, he saw a woman
lying down on a bench lifting, sweating.  Her face looked like Deborah, but 
not her body.  It was slimmer somehow.  She had a pair of
her old sweats on.  She had torn out the neck and wristbands to keep them 
from cutting off her circulation.  The sweaty shirt hugged
her torso and shoulders, revealing what appeared to be muscles.  But on 
Deborah?  He stared at her in disbelief for a while, then asked,
"Is this a put on?  Are those real?"
"That depends on whether you mean the weights or the body," she answered 
coldly.  "The answer is yes."
"Deb, maybe you should put down that barbell before you hurt yourself."
Rolling her eyes, she racked the weight, sat up from the bench and rose to 
her feet, towering over him.  Flexing each bicep with all her
might, the peaks erupted through the sleeves.  Now round holes revealed some 
sculpted arms.  She walked right by Sam to pick up a
what he thought to be a very heavy barbell, and curled it with her left arm. 
  "Sam, I'm only going to say this once.  Put your key on the
table and leave.  Don't ever come back again.  I don't want to see you 
anymore."
"You can't be serious.  What about all I've done for you?"  She walked 
toward him with a look of seriousness on her face that he had
never seen before.  He was smart enough to know not to test her physical 
limits after seeing her lift more weight than he ever could.
Before she could act on or even make any threats, he tossed his keys and 
scurried out the door for the last time.

After one year out of school, she returned that fall with the same renewed 
energy to learn as she had for the weights after a one month
hiatus.  Kicking Sam out renewed her self confidence.  Now she was ready for 
the rest of her plan.

It was near the end of the fall semester and Ryan sat at his computer 
clacking away at the keys typing up a paper when his phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hello, is Ryan there?" a familiar voice spoke.
"This is he.  Hey is this..."
"It's Deborah!" she interrupted.
"Deborah, how the hell are you?!!  You don't know how glad I am to hear from 
you.  You know I really want to apologize for..."
"Apologize?  For what?"  she asked quizzically.
"Look, I'm really sorry for being a jerk the last time I saw you.  I never 
should have picked up your magazines without asking, and
then throwing them onto the table, and then lying about what I was looking 
at, I mean that was so stupid.  And I should have come
apologize to you right away instead of hiding from you and I didn't mean to 
avoid you all that time and embarrass you so much that
you left school, but I'm really glad you came back"  Ryan rattled off at a 
mile a second.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!  Inhale every once in a while, Tiger!  You thought I 
was mad at you?  And that I quit school because you
embarrassed me?  This is so funny!"  she beamed.  "If anything I'm sorry I 
backed you into a corner.  That was very unfair, and I never
should have made you think I was mad at you.  But you were just so cute 
stammering there on the couch like a little kid with cookie
crumbs on his mouth.  It makes me giggle just thinking about it."
"Oh, so I'm a clown, is that it?  Is it my job to amuse you?"  he responded 
in his best Joe Pesci, trying to fake outrage.  Like once
before, she didn't buy it.
"Oh, Ryan, you kill me.  I could just eat you up."
Ryan winced, remembering what Deborah looked like last time he saw her.  
"Yeah, well, anyway, I'm not a little kid anymore.  I'm 19
now, and I'm taller than I was when you last saw me.  Why I'll bet I'm 
taller than you."  Possibly, since he was young when she last
saw him and probably had a growth spurt left.  He was incorrect, however.
"Well, aren't you just my little man, now?"  She was so giddy she could 
barely contain herself.  "You probably are at that.  So, do you
still hit the gym every day?" she asked, knowing the answer was no.
"No, to tell the truth, I don't think I liked the gym as much as you did.  I 
just run and do bodyweight exercises.  I even won a 5K race
this past summer," he sounded quite proud.  "How 'bout you?  Do you work out 
anymore?  Did you ever lose weight like you wanted
to?"
Deborah sandbagged, trying not to give too much away, "Oh, not exactly.  I 
try to hit the gym now and then.  I'm in a little bit better
shape than I was when you last saw me." She changed the subject, "So, what's 
new in your love life?" she wondered, hoping he would
sound down.
He sighed, "Well, it's not so good.  I mean, I guess I've been so busy and 
stuff, that I've gone out with a girl here a girl there, but
nothing that ever amounted to much."
"A cutie like you?  Shut up!  You're lying to me."  She was apopleptic with 
joy.
Ryan couldn't figure out where this bouncy joie de vivre was coming from, 
"Was that supposed to be sarcastic?"
"No, I'm just teasing you.  You know that."
"So what about you?  Are you married now?" he asked.
Happy to answer him, "Oh GOD no, as a matter of fact.  I was seeing somebody 
when I met you, but not anymore.  I guess you could
say I've outgrown him," she said, trying her damnedest to hold back a laugh.
"So,...do you wanna get together sometime?
"I thought you'd never ask!  What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Nothing, I guess, after 6." he remarked.  "Do you want to come by my place 
or get some dinner somewhere?"
"Actually I was hoping you could come here, around 8ish."
Ryan understood if she wanted him to see her in private.  She was a bit 
self-conscious last time they met, and since she was just a
'little bit' leaner than when he last saw her..."Sure.  Pencil me in."
"Don't keep a woman waiting," she nudged him.  And with that, she hung up.

Deborah's plan was nearly complete.  After a vigorous full body workout, she 
spent the rest of the day tanning, for she wanted
everything to be perfect.  Everything.

Ryan knocked on her door that night and after a long pause, she answered.  
To his surprise, she opened the door in her bathrobe with
her hair wrapped in a towel, as if he interrupted her preparation.  From 
their conversation he expected her to lose weight, but she
seemed to be the same size as he remembered.  Still, her face looked 
slightly different, not as round and inflated.  She gave him a long
embrace and she felt firmer to him.  Before he could open his mouth, she 
kissed him on the lips.  "There's more where that came
from," she said.  "I'm just getting showered.  Come in and make yourself 
comfortable."
"Don't mind if I do," he said, wandering to the couch while she raced back 
to the bathroom through her room.  As he sat down, he
looked around the room, couldn't help but notice a set of weights in the 
next room.  On the coffee table were a fresh stack of
magazines, including an issue of Women's Physique World at the very top.  He 
got into trouble last time for looking at pictures like
these, but if she could have it in her apartment, she must not mind.  He 
gave in to his curiosity and opened the cover to the contents
page, when something caught his eye.  An entry read 'Deborah Stevens Makes 
It Big.'  She was in a magazine?  Like this?  But how?
He turned to the page of the article in disbelief.  The pictures appeared to 
have been cut out, but most of the article was left.  What was
there read:


	'DEBORAH STEVENS MAKES IT BIG!

	And we mean BIG!  Alabama Amazon Deborah Stevens came out of nowhere--WAY 
out of nowhere--to take the
bodybuilding world by storm at her first pro qualifier competition.  We 
don't mean the women's bodybuilding world, but the
bodybuilding world.  At a height of 6 foot 3 and a contest flattening weight 
of 305 pounds(!!!!), she dwarfed all heavyweights to seize
the HW (and the IFBB might have to carve out a new weight class for her if 
any others follow suit) and overall titles.
	More remarkable still, she had never competed in a bodybuilding contest of 
any kind.  And at the ripe young age of 23, the
sky's the limit for her career ambitions.  "When I first stepped into the 
gym, I never thought I'd be in shape, much less win
bodybuilding competitions."  This precocious competitor's eyes are now set 
on the Ms. International and the Ms. Olympia.
	When asked about her size, and whether people are ready for a competitor 
like her, she answers, "Before I started weight
training, I had an eating disorder--I ate way 	too much.  I was obese for 
most of my life."  During her teenage years and early
adulthood, Deborah ate her way up to 330 pounds.  After a maniacal regiment 
of weightlifting and proper diet, she exercised down to
280 lbs, but then built herself back up to her current offseason weight of 
330.  She owes her monstrous proportions of her 26 inch
biceps, 39 inch thighs and 27 inch calves to her strict routine.  No matter 
the stigma, Deborah says she knows women's bodybuilding,
especial titanically muscular women like herself, might never be accepted by 
the mainstream, but she thinks that if she can appeal to a
small hardcore following, that's fine with her.  "Actually there is a 
certain someone in my life who I hope finds me attractive, and
that's all I care about…."'

"Find anything interesting to read?" Deborah snapped him back to reality.
Ryan could feel an uncontrollable arousal in his pants.  He was so 
mesmerized by the article that he completely missed it when
Deborah stepped out of her bedroom and turned off the lights in the living 
room.  He jumped so fast he bumped his head on the
ceiling.  The magazine meanwhile fluttered to the ground.  He could hear 
Deborah's presence in the room and smell her perfume. "Oh,
uh, no, I was just looking at the pages, I mean you seem to be into this 
bodybuilding stuff and you apparently like lifting, so I thought,
well, you..." he trailed off, flustered.
She chirped back, "Ryan, it's okay," she walked toward him slowly.  She 
continued in a breathy voice "I figured you would pick one
up and read it.  In fact, I figured one article inparticular would get your 
attention.  Besides, I already lost you for 2 years because you
thought I was mad at you.  I will not lose you again."
Ryan was consumed with terror and passion all at once.  "So that article was 
about..you?"
"Mmmmm hmmmmm." she hummed as she began to kiss his neck.  As her body 
brushed up against him, he could feel a knot from a
bikini strap tied around her.
"Then why didn't it have any pictures in it?  Were they torn out?"
"Two reasons, Ryan," she said, rising slowly to her feet, then walking away. 
  "First of all, I am saving some pictures for a scrapbook
I'm putting together.  Second, I want your first glimpse of me to be in the 
flesh.  I don't ever want you to forget this night."  She
strolled to the couch and held out a scarf.  "Here, I want you to tie this 
around your head as a blindfold."
"Blindfold?  What's this all about?"
"Just do it, love.  Don't make me beg."
He obliged her.  "Ready?"  She then turned the dimmer lights on slowly and 
struck a front double biceps pose.  "Okay, you can take it
off, but brace yourself."  He removed the scarf, and gasped for breath at 
the sight he beheld.  Deborah flexed in a series of seductive
poses, flexing and unflexing each muscle oh so slowly.  With each pose she 
inched her way closer to Ryan, until she was hovering
over him.  "Well, don't just sit there, sweetie, I don't bite."
He finally caught onto the game.  He moved his hands over to her 
tentatively, feeling her vascular geography.  He wrapped both hands
around each bicep as she flexed, then slid his fingers down her pecs and 
finally along the deep ridges of the smooth stone wall of her
chiseled abs.  Getting as aroused as he was, she scooped him up and carried 
him to her bed, where she peeled his clothes off piece by
piece.  She removed the two-piece thong with her back to him and dropped it 
to the floor.  She then crawled on top of him, her breasts
sliding over his torso.  She slid her dripping vagina over his member and 
slid up and down on him like a stripper on a greased pole.
He climaxed quickly and she a few seconds later.  They then paused.
"That was just amazing," said Ryan, catching his breath.  He kept rubbing 
her bumpy body.  "Deborah, if you don't mind me asking, is
it true?  What's in the article I mean."
"Every bit of it."
"So you mean you actually weigh 300 lbs?"
"No, silly, I compete at over 300.  Right now I weigh about 335."
"But you don't look it, I mean you are huge...I mean that as a compliment, 
but how?"
"When I first met you you stood up for me even though I was fat and 
unattractive."
"Oh, I didn't think you were fat."
"No, no, I was.  I was fat, had no self esteem and you wanted to spend time 
with me anyway.  You weren't ashamed to be seen with
me in public and you risked your neck when you didn't even know me.  That's 
what I love about you."
"It was the least I could do, I mean you saved my life pulling that bar off 
me."
"That bar didn't have enough on it to kill you, silly," she giggled.
"That's not the point.  You were like an angel sent for me.  I didn't see a 
fat girl.  I thought you were beautiful even then."
"Don't tell me I built this body for nothing," she joked.
"No no.  You look just breathtaking.  I never knew a woman could look like 
you.  But when you were, well, chubby I liked you
because I thought you could be mine and nobody would take you from me.  Now, 
well, you have this gorgeous body and I'm still
skinny.  I mean, I'm never gonna look like that."
"Oh, honey, I don't care.  I fell in love with you the moment I met you, and 
I plan on loving you for the rest of my life.  Pretty soon I
plan on being the most enormous bodybuilder who ever lived, and I never 
would have done it without you.  Part of the reason I love
you is because of the way you look.  Besides, I like picking you up like my 
little baby doll."
"Okay, just don't strain yourself.  I don't want you to get hurt, or me for 
that matter," he joked.
"Darling, I bench 500 for reps now, I curl 280, and squat 1000.  I think I 
can lift you.  And you know I would never do anything to
hurt you."
"So, do you want to go anywhere tonight?"
"I think I'd rather just stay here for a while.  But don't worry, I'll let 
you go home when I'm ready."  After hearing that, Ryan decided
maybe there was no hurry after all.