The set-up
The Fragile1
Internet surfing could be the way I meet her…


This is completely fictional and unrealistic... hope you enjoy

SO, here I am surfing the net again after a not so productive day at work.
Ignored, and under appreciated, I slump down in front of my computer screen
enjoying my favorite pastime. Looking at incredibly muscular women. I go from
site to site simply overwhelmed at the mass and power. I love seeing women
flex there quads, seeing them shake and then turn to stone. I imagine how hard
and smooth they must feel. I read stories and accounts of meeting them. Watch
men gaze and cower before them in wrestling matches. If only if I could meet
one.

I stop at one pay site that guarantees conversations with a female bodybuilder
over the Internet. Nervously, I enter my credit card number and wait for
confirmation. Thoughts of Biceps, Quads, and low sultry voices run through my
imagination as I waited for confirmation. I’m approved and I enter.

Immediately I see an entire list of women to choose from. Nervously I choose a
name from the list. Jennifer. Her picture only show a headshot of a beautiful
brown eyed, curly brown haired girl with high cheek bones, a small round nose,
and moderately full lips. I can tell from her thick trap muscles appearing at
the bottom of the picture that she is for real. What an amazing face, so soft,
and so feminine. Again I look at those traps and see how they rise ominously,
the picture is cut off and a conversation screen appears.

"Hello" I type waiting anxiously for a response... "thanks for picking me
fragile" she responds "tell me about yourself..."

I rattle on and on about being 5’ 8" and 120 pd. She laughs at my size and
puts a smily face on the screen. She asks questions about my work-out schedule
(none), my eating habits, (bad), and especially my job. I ramble on about all
the bad things and people who wouldn’t listen and if I was running the show
things would be different. Finally, I ask her, "so tell me about yourself?"
Silence... the moment of truth. She answers "why don’t we meet so that you can
see for yourself." I’m stunned. How can this be possible? "Your kidding
right?"

""No, we can meet at your apartment if you like or at the gym downtown." "You
live here?," I ask. "Yes, I live on the north side and train some clients
downtown," she responds

" I can’t believe I’m doing this... I’d love to when, where?," I asked "How
about I pick you up for dinner at 7:00 tonight?" she continues.

"I think that would be great but why are you doing this?" I can’t help but
think. "You sound so adorable over the internet that I must meet you." With
that I nearly fell out of my chair. " See you soon..."

I sit staring at the screen. I slowly log out and start smiling. I can’t wipe
it off my face. She is coming to my apartment to pick me up and take me out?
Wow!!! I look around at the dirty dishes in the sink, the clothes tossed about
and look at my clock. "6:15!!!" I yell. I leap into action, throwing clothes
into closets, cramming, dishes into the sink, shaving, showering, and getting
dressed. I am barely ready when I hear a polite knock at the door. In my
anxiety, I nearly tripped running for the door. I took a deep breath and
slowly opened the door

I look straight ahead and see the biggest chest that I have ever seen in my
life. Huge mounds of breast flesh pushed ahead by a massive pair of pecs that
were thick, cut, and at least 4 inches deep. She was wearing a sexy little
spaghetti strap black top that was cut low and hung loosely at her side. I
looked up to see an amazing pair of shoulders so big that I instantly knew why
she couldn’ t where sleeves. Her bowling ball sized delts flared up to her
thick and monstrous traps. Up and up I looked. I must have made such a fool of
myself because it took forever for my eyes to finally meet hers. My heart
melted instantly when I saw her beautiful face that I knew instantly.
"Jennifer, it’s so good to meet."

But before I could finish my sentence, she moved forward, bent down, encircled
me with her left arm, put her right hand over my mouth with a cloth and
squeezed. She picked me up to her hip, smiled, and in a very low, sultry voice
said "shhhhhhh, little one, it’s sooo good to meet you." I thrashed my legs
around but she simply ignored me and continued to cover my mouth and squeeze
me against her. I felt myself getting dizzy. Her face was so relaxed and
composed as she held me so easily. Then everything went black...