My new colleague - Part 2
By Dutcher, translated by Trevor
Josef's new colleague turns out to be a woman, and what a woman...


We continued are journey from the airport to my house. Michelle 
got tired and I said: "Just take a nap, we still have an hour to 
drive and you need your rest". She thought that was a good idea. 
After she closed her eyes, I could not help but take a very good 
look at her. What a body she had! She was about 5'10 and at least 
175 pounds I would say. She had an incredible figure and because 
she was was lying back, her large chest was visible very well. 
From her chest down, her body tightened to her slim waist, but 
broadened further down into her huge upper legs. Because of her 
wide dress, I couldn't clearly see it all, but I thought, I wonder 
what is exactly under that dress.

 
HONK-HONK! I should be paying attention to the road instead of 
looking to this hot creature in the seat next to me, I am driving 
on the freeway for heaven sake. I needed to pull over to fill the 
car up, so I woke Michelle up. I called her name once and she was 
awake again. I told her that we needed to stop for petrol and 
asked if she slept well. 

At the petrol station, I stopped the car on the wrong side of the 
fuel pump. The fuel opening was on the other side and the hose was 
too short. I cursed and Michelle asked what was wrong. I explained 
to her and she stepped out of the car and walked towards me. 
Again, I gasped in amazement. What a body. I almost squeezed the 
handle. "I will move the car for you", she said. Well, OK, I 
thought. The car had to be moved anyway, because this way it was 
not going to work. 

Michelle grabbed the back end of the car and slowly squatted down. 
This made her backside come out and her enormous chest protruded as 
well. She took a short breath and uttered a soft moan and there the 
car was slowly lifted from the ground. I had never seen these kind 
of female shapes before and while she lifted the car, she smiled at 
me and she winked at me. It looked like she wanted to do a workout 
with the car, but I felt happy she didn't...

I stood there looking at her in total amazement and so was verybody 
else at the petrol station. Her appearance did not stay unnoticed, 
everybody was looking our way. "Is this good enough for you?", she 
asked, and I stuttered yes and started to fill the car up. "Would 
you like something to drink?" I asked. "Yes, please. Can I walk with 
you to the shop?", she replied. So we went together to the shop to 
pay for the gas. The shopkeeper was only looking at Michelle and I 
had to laugh about the expression on his face. 

When we were in the car, she told me that, because of her past, she 
loved to expand her boundaries and to have heavier and heavier 
workouts. "I love it when my muscles are heavily tensed and you can 
see and feel every muscle. People have always admired me for my 
athletic body". I'm not surprised, I thought. I asked her how this 
started, and she said: "Well, when I was gathering wood, I lifted 
the wood on my back and walked home. I loved lifting the heavy logs, 
because I could eel my biceps ache. And when I lifted the pile of 
wood from my back, I really felt my triceps and I started pumping my 
triceps so I could feel them even more. I also had to take care of 
my younger sisters, and they always liked to be lifted so they 
became sort of living weights to me. I felt my muscles become harder 
and thicker. Really, I had to feel my muscles every day, that's why 
I fought a lot with boys in the neighborhood. Those fights always 
were a laugh, so I often let two of them fight me at the same time. 
But after a while, they also became living weights to me and I 
pumped one guy on each arm and there was nothing they could do about 
it. Or I lifted one above my head, wrapped him around my neck and 
started training my legs." 

"But do you want to look like a huge bodybuilder?", I asked her. 
"Well, not really", she said, "but I want to feel my body, get a kick 
form the burning feeling in my muscles. But in my country, it is not 
normal for a woman to look like me, so I never had a boyfriend...". I 
told her that over here, it is  not normal either for a woman to be 
this built, but that I loved it and that she shouldn't hide her body 
in wide clothes anymore.

I told her that my boss expected to see us the next day and that we 
could use today to have an impression of the country and to find her a 
place to stay. I asked her if she wanted to spend the 4 weeks in a 
hotel, but she replied: "If it is not too much to ask, I would rather 
move in with you for this period". As I am single, I did not mind and 
I had some space left anyway. I pinched my own arm to check if I was 
dreaming or not.

When we arrived at my home, she lifted her suitcase from the boot of 
the car and carried it inside effortlessly. I suggested her to go 
shopping for some more Western clothes, because she would meet other 
people as well and to make the exchange program go as easy as possible. 
Well, that turned out to go a little bit different than we thought...

Before we went to the shopping mall to buy her some new clothes, she 
asked if she could take a shower first. I said, yes of course and 
apologized for not having offered that to her before. What is this, I 
thought. She took of her headdress and her beautiful long black hair 
became visible. She asked if I liked her hair loose or in a tail and I 
was too numb to answer. It became a day as never before.

When we arrived in the mall, we went to a shop where she saw some nice 
clothes in the shop window. "I have never seen clothes like these", she 
said and she showed a beautiful smile. She looked at the size of the pants 
and stepped inside the store. The shop assistant watched her with open 
mouth when she came in. Michelle asked her if the pants were made of 
stretch fabric. The shop assistant confirmed and looked like she saw a 
ghost. All she could say was:"The fitting rooms are over there...". She 
looked at me and asked if I wanted to accompany her. Well, why not.
Michelle took off her clothes and I heard strange sounds coming out of the 
fitting room. I asked if she was OK. She was, but the space was too small 
for her! She put on the jeans and opened the curtain. I gasped and the shop 
assistant and I just stared and said nothing.

"Does this look good on me?", she asked for a second time. "Eh, yes but 
isn't it a bit too tight?". I asked her to squat a little and I shouldn't 
have asked that...
The jeans ripped from the sides, her huge quadriceps popped out and the 
pants also ripped at her calves. She was shocked herself, blushed and 
apologized. I looked at her and in said a high pitched voice that it was 
all right and that we had to find a bigger size. 
"This is the biggest women size we have", the assistant said. "I only have 
some stretch pants. Don't worry about the jeans, we will claim it back from 
the producer". I said we would try the stretch pants. Michelle took off what 
remained of the jeans and put on the stretch pants. She opened the curtain 
of the fitting room and showed her new attire. I have never seen a pair of 
legs like hers. With every step she took, I could see all of her gigantic 
leg muscles alternately contract and relax, contract and relax... The pants 
fitted her upper legs perfectly and her calves were also very well wrapped. 
She lifted her shirt a little and I could see how the pants enclosed her 
bottom. Her melon sized glutes made me mad and when she saw in the mirror 
that I was looking at them, she smiled and started to flex her glutes. I was 
totally going crazy. With her back turned to me, her upper legs looked a 
good deal wider than her bottom and that really looked fantastic. We bought 
some more pants and she wanted some shirts as well. "Better make it long 
sleeve shirts, I don't want to attract too much attention", she said.

-- to be continued --