Monica - a bully or a dreamgirl. By Smog. A few days after Monica had worked me over at the gym, I was standing in one of the schools hallways when Nancy, a girl from my class, came up to me and asked about some homework. As I explained what I knew about the subject, I could not help but feel my body tingle being near her. Nancy looks fantastic. Her body can challenge any fitness girl and she likes to show it off. Today her red hair was gleaming beautifully in a tight set of pigtails that only enhanced the strangeness of her appearance - she was equal parts schoolgirl and Victoria's Secret model. As we talked her fingers went to the front of her tight top and started to unbutton the top buttons. I could not help but stare at the firm breast, which were almost ready to jump out of her top now that the buttons did not restrain them so. "Hey you!" she said with a little smile, "my eyes are up here!" She lifted my chin up and looked me straight in the eyes while straightening up making her chest protrude even more. "Anything I can do for you?" she asked in a low voice. "You know I like you, don't you?" "Ehh ... .well ... ..yes, in fact I ... ..." I whispered back, while floating in her beautiful eyes. Then, like I had an electric shock, I came to my senses. "You better put those breasts of yours away before Monica sees you!" I said with a voice that quivered. As I spoke Monica's name, Nancy jerked back from me, but as faith would have it, it was already too late. Monica was coming towards us from the other end of the hallway. Monica was wearing a black wife-beater shirt over a white blonde bra. The words "Boy Beater" was printed in front of the shirt that was so stretched out by Monica's huge muscles that it looked spray-painted on her. The black spandex tights she wore did little to hide her huge muscled quads that bulged with each step she took and her calves were so big that they were clearly visible from the front as they strained the black leather boots she was wearing to the limit. Her massive, bulging lats were spilling out over the shirts rim, like two lumps of meat, which made her arms stand out 45 degrees from her body. Her enormous arms looked to be well over 17 inches as they dangled relaxed. As she came towards us, she looked so frightingly intimidating, yet to me soo very sexy, her muscles seemed alive like a symphony, bulging and rippling as she walked. "What's going on here?" she said sternly, looking straight at me. "Haven't I told you that you belong to me little boy? Why is your nose then buried in some other girls boobs ... and a scrawny, thin, titty girl as well?" "I am not thin!" Nancy protested quickly. "Oh yes you are... compared to me anyway!" Monica said while raising her eyebrow. "Don't worry. I think you are a really cute little titty babe. But this boy here, he likes a little muscle on a girl, am I not right baby!" "It's not fair!" I said, "I was just talking to her!" "Who gives a shit what you think is fair?" Monica replied. "There's no fair or unfair. There's just how much power you have, to do what you want. And you my little wimp, come up way short in the power department. Sounds to me like you need a little reminder of just how low on the power meter you are around here." Monica put her hands on her hips and inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly. I took a step back, almost involuntarily, but her strong hand reached out and grabbed the front of my shirt. She yanked me against her, making sure I bounced off her nearly unyielding breasts. Her right leg slipped between mine and she pressed my balls and swelling shaft into her powerfully muscled thigh. Her thigh pressed my growing member up against my own stomach. She proceeded to flex the huge muscles in her thigh and I felt as I was swimming away on a blackness. I could not help it but started humping against her muscle bulging thigh, and she let me, as she continued to sink her tongue into my now yielding mouth. The muscular teenage girl had complete control over me now. When she released me, I had no intentions of pulling away from her ... I only wanted to be with her ... Be controlled by her. She was so amazing in every way and this teenage super girl was totally superior to me ... Even her mouth was stronger than mine. My strength was gone and I rested my head on her broad, massive shoulder while heaving for my breath. Monica suddenly saw that Nancy was backing away from the two, so fast as lightning she reached out and grabbed Nancy by her collar and hoisted her up in the air with one hugely muscled arm. I started to murmur, "Monica, no!" but my words were cut off as she pressed into me with her breasts. She was putting her weight behind it and I was actually trapped against the wall. I had to grab at her breasts to try to give me enough space to breathe. "Look ma, no hands!" she chuckled as she stood there, one hand on her hip, using just her weight and strength to keep me pinned against the wall with nothing other than her incredible breasts and still holding Nancy lifted above the ground. She smiled a wicked little smile and let go of Nancy, who just dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. She took a step back and took hold of me under my armpits, lifting me off the floor and sliding me up against the wall. She stepped back in wedging the bulge in my pants in her cleavage. "Well, if you like breasts so much, why don't I show you what I can do with these little pecs of mine!" A crowd had gathered, holding their distance, but still all the boys and girls were wide eyed with excitement. "Would you get embarrassed if you came in your pants?" she taunted me. I tried briefly to extricate myself but recognized the futility. "A big strong girl needs nice strong chest muscles to support tits like these. Feel me flex them." Monica started to quickly, rhythmically flex her pecs, tightening the squeeze of her breasts as they moved up and down on my bulge. "I can hold you off the floor a long time, though I don't think that will be necessary," she said. Accurate in her prediction, I shot my load in my pants before it seemed she'd even gotten warmed up. The sight of her bulging arms and feel of her large firm breasts overwhelmed me. She continued to hold me off the ground, regarding the large growing wet spot on my pants with mischievous amusement. "My god what a mess! When was the last time you had sex? Looks like you've been storing it up," she snickered. I glanced around to the crowd, embarrassed for what was happening, but in more than one of the boy's faces I saw lust and not so few hands in pockets, fiddling themselves. To my surprise a few of the girls also had glazed over expressions on their faces. "Oh come on, lover boy. Just look at these arms holding you up so high. Look at how the muscles swell. Aren't they big? Don't I feel really strong? Come on, boy, admit it. It's a turn on for you, just like it's a turn on for me. You like Monica with big boobs and big biceps and oh so strong and sexy. Just look at the size of that thing!" Monica flexed her free arm and admired its massive size. Damned if I didn't start getting hard, even though I knew an erection could prove perilous to my health and well-being! "Well, look at that...right before my eyes...literally I might add. I do think we have all the proof we need that a little muscle on a girl is one powerful turn on for you. And just think of all the fun we can have. You'll never tire me out. I can pretty much guarantee that. And when you get all hot and want to fuck me hard, well boy, ram that boner as hard as you want. You ain't gonna do any damage to this hard hot body. Oh, and just imagine doing me doggy style, ramming me as hard as you can while you reach around and play with these perfect tits. Why look at you! You're ready to cum already!" She looked at both of her arms and then looked me in the eyes. Then she stepped back a little, letting me slide down the wall so my feet was on the ground again. "Shall I flex them or are you afraid you'll wet yourself?" she chuckled. Not waiting for my answer, she slowly raised her arms out to the sides and began to cock her elbows. She clenched her fists and raised her hands up. Her biceps began to swell and kept growing, a rock hard mass expanding ever faster. I gasped as her muscles went far beyond what I thought any woman, no any person, was capable of. "And you thought eighteen and a quarter was big," she laughed. Flexing her biceps, they swelled to near bowling ball size as the thick veins wrapped around it pulsed with potent power. "FEEL IT", she commanded. I did ... it was as hard as steel and it excited me as I stretched to reach her incredible arm. Monica pumped them a few times and I squeezed them as Monica tightened her muscles as much as she could. "They're hard, aren't they?" "Like a rock," I said admiringly. I looked up at her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because I can, you little cutie!" She beamed back at me. Monica held out her arm again and tightened her muscle more deliberately this time. The tissues gathered force, then her bicep pushed upwards like a time-action film of a soufflé rising, while her tricep thickened below to make a solid block of thick muscle. Monica turned around, took a step towards the gathered crowd. "Show is over, get lost!" she growled at them. Boys and girls coming out of their daze, quickly responded by turning around and almost running away. She turned to me again "Luckily for you I really like your cock, and I know you like my huge, muscled body...and frankly I like that too." She said. "I know I can be a bitch sometimes. It was just...you know...I saw you standing there with that girl and...." "I know." I looked her up and down a bit nervously. "You're...uhm...the bully around here!" "Yeah, yeah ... I know ... .But I don't have to be. Not all the time." She tensed her arm slowly. "Do you want to have lunch together?" I looked at her, my eyes slipping over to her biceps, her chest and then back up to her face "Don't you want to?" she asked more sweetly. She touched my cheek with her bicep and then flexed it gently. "You know you do," she said more quietly. "Uh, sure," I said. We walked out together, I was moving somewhat stiffly. "You have a hard on again!" she said in my ear. "Because of me?" I exhaled nervously. "Yeah, because of you," I replied. "He he, you get me so horny boy, I really am your dream girl!" she said. The end.