KATIE
by alzef

This is a true story about an encounter in the high school gym with my
friend Katie.



I had known Katie since we were about 12 years old and we were pretty good
friends.  We met at the pool one summer.  She had a beautiful face with
shoulder length light-brown hair and a great smile.  Katie had a tendency
to wear a white t-shirt in the pool (I guess she liked the attention), and
I first noticed her as she was getting out of the pool one day.  She was a
little bit of a tomboy, but even at that young age she had quite large
breasts.  At a guess I'd say they were a full C-cup back then and she
already had very large nipples.  They would often be poking out through the
thick jumpers we had to wear at school in winter so you can imagine what
they were like through this wet white t-shirt.  When she exited the pool
she turned and walked away from me and it was then that I was hooked.
Katie had perfect glutes and was already showing development of a lovely
set of calves.  Generally she looked to be in great shape and maybe
slightly taller than average.


A couple of months later we found ourselves in a few of the same classes at
school and we soon became good friends, though not overly close.


For a while during high school I became a bit of a gym-rat.  Our school had
a really well equipped gym but hardly anyone used it, so I'd be in there on
my own most mornings before school and again after class.  I thought that I
was making pretty good progress in most of my lifts, but nothing
spectacular, and not a huge amount of size being added (I hadn't learnt
much about a mass building diet at that stage).


By the time I turned 15 I was pretty keen on building myself some muscle,
but even keener on muscular women.  One afternoon I was doing my after-
school work-out, and as usual I was alone in the weights room.  It was a
chest work-out day and I had just finished my 3rd set on the bench when
Katie walked in.  Katie's figure had really started to bloom and she was
often a top talking point amongst my group of friends.  She was now about
5' 9" with beautiful breasts that were at least a DD-cup, possibly even an
E-cup (this was one of our favourite talking points), and her nipples were
even larger and pointier than as a 12 year old.  Her breasts were supported
by a fit looking frame helped by the large amount of sport she played.  She
could often be found playing football, basketball and soccer against the
boys and she always held her own.  To go with all of this her hormones had
kicked into overdrive and she had become extremely flirtatious over the
last few months.


She knew that I had been working-out a lot over the last year or so, and I
think this turned her on quite a bit, so when she arrived at the gym alone
that afternoon I thought my chance had come.   I had just benched a new
personal best of 60kg and was feeling pretty good about it and thought I'd
go for another big set with her spotting (another good chance to have a
look at her breasts form underneath).  She came over to the bench and sat
down next to me.  She was wearing her school dress and a jumper as it was a
cool early spring day.  Her nipples were quite prominent atop her heaving
chest and I had trouble taking my eyes of them.


"So, what are ya doing?" she asked.

"Just a bit of bench press, ya know.  Building up my chest."

She put her hand up inside my shirt and started rubbing my chest.  "I love
strong men," she said "actually I'd really like to be strong myself."  She
was driving me crazy.

Seeing a great opportunity, I asked if she'd like to work in with me.  "I
reckon your in pretty good shape already - you could probably do some
decent lifts."

"Do you think so?" she was getting excited about the prospect.

"Sure." Little did I realise what I was getting myself into.


I got back down on the bench and she moved around to spot me.

"So, how much ya lifitn'?"

"60"

"That's pretty good"


I pumped out 10 more reps and was still going strong but knew I had a lot
more of my work-out still to do.

She then got on the bench and I took the 20kg plates off and put a 5kg on
each side.  At this she looked kinda disappointed.  But I definitely
enjoyed the show as she proceeded to easily do 15 reps at that weight her
breasts straining against her dress on every rep.

"That felt too easy, let's put on a bit more!"

"Just be careful Katie, you don't want to injure yourself."

"Aww, come on.  Let me try as much as you were doing."

"I'm serious Katie, you could do some damage."

"Pllllleeeeeaaaaaassssseeeee?"

I agreed but made sure I spotted her real close - no time to focus on her
breasts this time.  I put the 20's back on the bar while she stretched.  I
nearly impaled myself on the bar, so drawn to her huge breasts was I.  By
now I had a huge erection and I'm sure she noticed as she settled herself
on the bench again.

"Now, just take it easy."

She gripped the bar and I helped her to the start position.  I will never
forget what happened next as she so calmly lowered the weight to her
breasts and easily brought it back again.  She then pumped out 12 reps,
barely breaking a sweat before racking the bar.

"Wow!  That felt good!" she said, barely containing her excitement at her
new found strength "So is this all you can lift?"

"Uh, no."  It was a badly disguised lie.

Katie then put another 5 on each side.  I had a drink and apprehensively
lay down on the bench, trying to psych myself for another PB.

I just barely managed 6 reps and stopped before failure, which would have
been too embarrassing.

She couldn't wait to get back on and pushed me aside in her eagerness.  She
the did 10 reps as I watched, mouth gaping at her incredible strength.  I
couldn't believe that a 15 year old girl could be so strong having never
lifted before.

She hopped up, full of energy and did some mock bodybuilding poses.  I just
about creamed my pants.  I could just see some veins starting to show
themselves on her pumped arms.

"That was amazing," was the only thing I could say.

"Yeah, I feel great.  Wanna feel my muscles?"

I couldn't get over to her fast enough.  Katie didn't have much definition,
but she was very hard (as was I!).


"Why don't you measure these babies for me?"

I grabbed a tape measure and started one of the most enjoyable jobs I've
ever done.  Katie's biceps were about14" which was pretty good for her age
and lack of training.  She wouldn't let me measure her chest but her thighs
were 22 ½" and her calves 15".


"Not bad," I said.


She then turned around, rubbing my crotch with her sexy ass, and gave me
some rear double bicep shots, still rubbing herself against me.  I never
knew such a young girl could be so sexy and sexual.  She then cut the show
short, saying she had a bus to catch.



I didn't see much of Katie for a while after that.  I desperately wanted to
see her but we didn't have any classes together that semester and she was
avoiding at lunch and outside of school.  That was until about 8 months
later.  I arrived at the gym straight after school as usual.  It was bench
day again and I was now maxing at around 75-80kgs.  As I walked up the
stairs I heard the clanging of weights and was shocked as nobody was in
there until the footy team at 5pm on most Tuesdays.  I opened the door and
was shocked to see Katie pumping 80kgs on the bench.  She didn't notice me
at first and watched her with envy as she easily did 10 reps and then
squeezed out another 2.  She then sat up and I saw that she was wearing a
loose and rather ripped singlet top that barely concealed her now EE-cup
breasts with her nipples sticking out the best part of an inch.  She looked
incredibly pumped as she walked over to me.  Her muscles had grown
incredibly - not just her upper body but her legs too.  She wore tight
shorts, which highlighted her considerable thighs, and her calves were
amazing.


I could barely speak.

"H-h-h-hi Katie.  You look fantastic."

"Thanks.  As you can see I've been working out - much harder than you I'd
say too.  So, what are you benching these days?"

"85," another badly concealed lie.

"Wanna work in with me?"

How could I knock back an offer to work-out with a girl who was so
incredible.

"Sure."


Katie proceeded to embarrass me on every lift, doing at least 10kgs more
than me and more reps.  She was becoming incredibly pumped, the veins on
her arms were now very visible.  After the work-out she asked if I'd like
to measure her muscles while they were so pumped.  I ran to grab the tape
measure from the office and came back to find her doing incredibly sexy
poses in front of the mirror.

"Let's start at the bottom," she said.

Her calves were now 16", her thighs 24", and her biceps 15".  She let me
measure her chest too this time, and between the muscle she'd added to her
back an chest and her now huge breasts it measured 52".  I couldn't believe
it.


After that I didn't see Katie again until we ran into each other at
college.  Sadly she was wearing long sleeves and pants but her breasts were
as beautiful as ever, though they hadn't grown anymore.  She told me she
was off to join the army, and thanked me for introducing her to weight
training.  She said that she was beating the guys in nearly all of the
physical stuff.


That was the last I saw of her, but I'll never forget those few magical
experiences at the high school gym.




©2002 alzef