Muscle story
by P-Towne
Big guy, bigger girlfriend



	I woke up to see her standing in front of my dresser wearing 
only her white cotton panties.  Her thickly muscular derriere 
dimpled in the sides as she shifted her feet.  The effect was 
hypnotic.  After fishing through my drawers a little, she took out 
my favorite oversized Knicks t-shirt.  Her back and shoulder 
muscles bulged fiercely as she pulled the shirt over her head.  It 
looked like it would be too small to contain her inhuman bulk, but 
she slid into it like a second skin.  Man, she filled out that 
t-shirt in a way I never could.  I cringed and waited for the seams 
to burst.  Turning around, she smiled when she saw that I was up.  
Spreading her hands, she presented herself.  Her delicious tan, 
her enormous muscles, and her gorgeous curves were things I never 
minded waking up to.  Jesus, I thought, it's a crime for someone 
to look that good this early in the morning.
	I looked at her tiredly and rolled over as if I was 
unimpressed.  "That's nice.  Why don't you go make me some 
breakfast."  Closing my eyes, I waited for a response.
	Nothing happened.  She didn't say anything.  I heard her 
moving, but when I looked over, she'd gone.  Sitting up, I looked 
around the room in confusion.  
	"Baby?"      
	Suddenly the bed lurched and I fell back.  The bed tipped 
from side to side and began rising steadily. 
	"Hey, hey!"  I tried to keep my balance.  The bed was about 
six feet in the air and still rising.  I heard her laugh below me.  
"C'mon, cut it out!"  
	"It's time to get out of bed, sweetheart," she said.  She 
lifted the bed until it hit the ceiling and the posts poked holes 
in the plaster.  I just laid there on my back desperately trying 
to maintain a stable center of gravity.  
	"Please, honey, put me down."    
	From a mirror across the room I saw her below me, holding 
the bed up the way Atlas holds the globe in pictures.  Despite the 
swollen twists and cords of muscle in her mighty arms, she seemed 
to support the weight with ease.  Even with a 210-lb man on a king 
size bed on her shoulders, she stood smiling at me through the 
mirror.  
	"Are you feeling less grumpy now?"  

	What followed was more or less the greatest sex I've ever 
had.  I say that after every time with her, but it's always the 
truth.  After setting the bed and I gently on the ground, she 
crawled to me on her hands and knees.  I couldn't help but make 
the trite comparison of her movements with those of a tigress.  
Her form radiated sensational power and a deadly grace.  Massive 
shoulders and arms bunched and bulged with fearsome strength.  Her 
heavy upper body was used to capture and immobilize prey.  
Following the bulk of her shoulders and back were the long smooth 
muscles of her waist, designed for speed.  After those came the 
thick roundness of her haunches, the single largest area of her 
physique and by far the strongest.  While the size of her arms was 
fearfully impressive, the size of her legs was simply awesome.  
With a power base like that, no creature 
could escape or withstand her in the midst of a hunt.  The 
predatory nature of her crawl never ceased to instil fear in me.  
She looked at me like I was her next meal.
	  When her huge body came over me, it felt like I was 
completely encompassed by her.  My heart raced.  The bed dipped 
dangerously in the middle where we lay.  She took my hands and 
easily pinned my arms out to my sides.  Her thighs gripped my 
lower body, completing my imprisonment.  I was totally helpless.  
The thought of resistance did not even come to mind -- her 
dominance was unquestioned.  I could sense the immeasurable 
difference in our strengths and knew that trying to stop her was 
pointless.  My body was tiny and weak, and to her my strength was 
negligible.  
	"I love you, baby," she said as her beautiful face lowered 
towards me.  Beginning by licking and biting my lips, she forced 
her tongue into my mouth.  She kissed so hard it felt like she was 
going to suck my tongue right out.  The kiss sparked a frenzy and 
she grabbed me, frantically trying to hug me closer and closer.  
One big arm snaked around my back and squeezed me painfully to her 
broad chest.  The other hand slid down my back and into my 
underwear.  I gasped as I felt her fingers begin to explore the 
crack of my ass.  All the while she chewed my mouth hungrily.  I 
tried to reciprocate her passionate gestures, but I couldn't move 
my arms in her embrace.  
	Suddenly she pulled back and pinned me down with both hands 
on my chest.  She started sucking and biting her way down my 
stomach until she reached the waistband of my briefs, which she 
tore off with her teeth.  I yelped as a little patch of my pubic 
hair went with them.  Then she did something she'd never done 
before -- she grabbed my ankles and pushed them up and back 
towards me.  She slid her hands down to the backs of my knees and 
pushed them backwards.  Then she held both my ankles in the grip 
of one hand.  She was holding me the way a mother holds her baby 
when she's about to put powder on its ass.  Pinned on my back, my 
knees almost touching my ears and my ass facing the sky, I was 
nervous and frightened.  Plus it was getting a little hard to 
breathe.  I couldn't move an inch the way she had me pinned.  I 
had no choice but to endure whatever she was planning for me.  
What was she going to do?
	Suddenly I felt it -- her fingers tickling my anus.  This 
humiliation was too much.  I wanted to yell at her to stop, but I 
was having trouble getting any words out.  Each time her finger 
wiggled inside me, I wanted to cry.  The sensation was unbearable, 
yet strangely thrilling.  Finally she stopped that and I felt her 
warm, wet tongue on my scrotum.  She licked all around the base of 
my penis and sucked and bit my testicles.  I could feel her take 
my whole nut sack into her hot mouth.  Then she ran her tongue up 
and down my crack and pushed it into my anus.  I couldn't believe 
the sensations that welled up in me.  It felt like a shameful 
violation, but I'd never felt anything so exciting.  
	After a little more of that, she dropped my legs and pulled 
me to a sitting position.  She turned me around and knelt behind 
me.  While kissing my neck, she was running her hands up and down 
my stomach and chest, stopping now and then to twist my nipples.  
I reached back and my hand entered into her panties, which were 
already moistened.  Pretty soon one of her hands drifted to my 
butt, and her fingers were intruding me once again.  Then her 
other hand took my penis and began to masturbated me at the same 
time.  I wish someone had taken a picture, because I was sure we 
were inventing some sort of new position.  
	She was moaning excitedly as I stimulated her.  Hearing 
that, I couldn't keep it in any longer.  I exploded onto the 
sheets in front of me and she came seconds later.  It didn't 
surprise me that she went off after so little stimulation -- 
that's how she'd always been.  With me, at least.  As she 
climaxed, her huge arms encircled me and I felt like I was in a 
garbage compressor.  My bones ground together and I couldn't take 
in air.  The squeeze was coming from all sides and I panicked 
thinking that she might accidentally kill me.  Just when I thought 
it was all over for me, her arms relaxed and we collapsed sideways 
together.  As she hugged me from behind and kissed the base of my 
neck softly, I decided that dying there and then wouldn't have 
been that bad after all.
	
	Later on we took a bath together, relaxing as much as we 
could despite the deplorable lack of space.  She got in first, 
taking up almost all the space even though the tub was built for 
two.  The lack of space worked to my advantage.  I sat in front of 
her, leaned back against her big body, and felt totally at peace.  
Her fleshy firmness all around me felt as hot as the bath water.  
I could feel the hard ridges of her muscles against my back even 
though she was relaxed.  I wedged myself in between her gargantuan 
thighs, knowing the whole while that with one flex, I'd be done 
for.  As I absentmindedly stroked the mountains of muscles on 
either side of me, the feeling of security was overwhelming.  I 
felt like I could curl up with her huge muscles all around me and 
be safe for eternity.  
	That's how it went with us -- she would play the role of 
dominatrix one minute and the role of protector the next.  Either 
way I loved it.  But the joy was shared -- she loved it, too.  She 
knew that to me she was a walking wet dream -- having a bigger, 
stronger mate had been my dream ever since I'd gotten my first 
boner.  Filling the part gave her as much pleasure as it did me.  
I literally worshipped her, and perhaps she'd had fantasies about 
someone doing that ever since she got her first.....whatever.  We 
were a perfect match.
	Anyway, back to the bathtub.  As I was sitting there in awe 
of the sheer power surrounding me, I had an idea.  
	"I'll never get over the size of your thighs.  They're so 
beautiful.  Flex your quads for me."
	"I can't.  I'd squoosh you," she said.  "You think they're 
big now?  You ain't seen nothin' yet.  They'd grow and grow and 
pretty soon there'd be no room left for you and you'd shoot up out 
of them like a bar of soap."
	She was tall enough that I could arch my head way back and 
look into her eyes.  "Pleeeeease.  Just a tiny bit.  I just want 
one little squeeze."
	"I can't give you a little squeeze.  You're so little that 
any squeeze I give you will be a big squeeze," she said, playfully 
bumping noses with me.  "I don't want to hurt you, pumpkin."
	I decided to pout about it.  "Fine."  I lifted my feet out 
of the water.  "Well, looks like my skin is puckering.  Time to 
get out."  I started to lean forward.
	Without warning, the two huge masses beside me sprang to 
life, stopping me dead.  The breath whooshed out of me and my ribs 
bowed inwards.  I should have listened to her -- it hurt bad.  
Panic rose up in me suddenly when I realized how helpless I was.  
The threat of injury was real.  The tremendous pressure made me 
see stars.  It felt like it would never end, but finally she let 
up.  In reality, the entire ordeal had been nothing more than a 
twitch of her muscles, but it seemed like forever.  I slumped back 
against her as the blood rush to my head made me dizzy.  My 
reaction worried her and she quickly gathered me in her arms. 
	"Oh baby, I'm sorry I'm sorry.  Are you okay?  I'm so 
sorry..." she babbled as she cuddled me in her brawny arms.  Real 
concern showed in her eyes.  "Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?"  She 
put her head on my chest.  "Oh sweetheart, I didn't mean to hurt 
you."
	It occurred to me (not for the first time) how easy it would 
be for her to accidentally go a hair too far and do some serious 
damage to me.  She knew it, too, and always kept her fearsome 
strength in check around me.  Which meant that as she lifted and 
toyed with me day in and day out, she did it with minimal effort.  
It was a scary thought.     
	"No, no, it's okay," I said rather unconvincingly since the 
words came out in a wheeze.  I coughed and spoke again.  "Really, 
don't worry.  I'm not hurt, I just got the wind knocked out of me.  
Really.  I'm sorry, honey, it's my fault.  It was stupid."
	This calmed her down a bit.  Seemingly satisfied, she 
proceeded to rain kisses down all over me and cuddle me in her 
warm and motherly way.  She pressed her face to mine and whispered 
softly.  "Oh, sweetie, I never meant to hurt you.  I never want to 
hurt you ever.  I love you so much."  
	She easily repositioned me so that she could hug me chest to 
chest.  I put my arms around her muscular neck and rested my head 
against her, silently marveling at the thickness of it all.  
Luckily she couldn't see my face or she'd have seen me wince 
slightly at her version of a gentle embrace.  
	Sometimes she doesn't realize how much her size and strength 
make me feel like a child.  Want comparisons?  The circumference 
of just one her muscle-laden thighs exceeds that of my waistline, 
and I'm not a slim guy.  Her deltoids are so overdeveloped that 
the breadth of her shoulders is more than double mine.  She has a 
broader, deeper chest than anyone I've ever seen.  I sometimes 
sleep right on top of her and when I do, there's room left over on 
both sides.  Her physique can completely swallow mine.  And she 
can completely subdue me without exertion.  There's a thing she 
used to do to me where she'd tell me to try to resist as she 
balled me up and pinned me to the ground with one hand.  
Eventually we quit doing that because I found it was rather 
terrifying.  Sometimes she'll use me to do bench presses -- one 
handed.  Sometimes I'll wrap my arms and legs around her shin 
while she's seated and she'll use my weight 
to do leg extensions.  One day she slid her hand under my crotch 
from behind and lifted me up, up, up until she held me high over 
her head, sitting on her one hand.  It's enough to make one feel a 
little inferior.              
	Add add all that to the fact that she often handles me like 
an infant without even noticing what she's doing.  And without 
realizing the effect it has on me.  Other guys might get upset at 
being cradled like a baby in the arms of a woman ten times 
stronger than them, but I live for it.  I love feeling small and 
protected.  Her humongous body with its pounds and pounds of 
bulging muscle certainly gave me that feeling.    
	And as I laid there in the tub with her, snuggled up against 
those pounds and pounds of rock-hard muscle, I started to get 
another kind of feeling.  
	I put on the best greasy, macho guy attitude a schmo like me 
could muster.  "Alright Toots, now it's time for ME to hurt YOU."
	She put on the best meek, timid housewife attitude a 
towering behemoth like her could simulate.  "Oh honey, please be 
gentle."