Yet Another Blind Date Story
By Jeremy Wilson  Shaneomacfan2@yahoo.com 
I go on a blind date, with what turns out to by my fantasy 


*Author's note: Do I really need to do this? You probably already know what to
expect from me, as I'm always pushing the boundaries of taste, and I'm always
going to be pushing someone's buttons, but whether you like it or not, I'm
back again with another of my tales designed to entice you, this time, with an
ode to a story type that has been used time and again, the Blind Date story,
where men who have had no luck with the opposite sex try out a blind date, and
through seemingly miraculous means, they meet their personal fantasies. Well,
I'm no different, as I decided to do the exact same thing, though my fantasy
seems to be quite a lot different from other peoples, the other Blind Date
stories I have read are all about tall, muscular females, much bigger than
their male companions, and of course much stronger, well, you know my recent
style, much bigger? Nope, much stronger? Oh, heck yeah! Like it always goes
with me, if you don't like my personal style of writing, then don't read my
stories, I have so many out there, if you've read one or two, it doesn't take
a rocket scientist to know, you got my style pretty much down pat. But yeah,
if you do like my story telling style, all I got to say is thanks for
supporting me, I do it just as much for you, as I do it for me, which is what
it all should be about. Thanks for reading, thanks for commenting, the readers
and my fellow writers are the lifeblood of this genre.*

You know, I'm not that much of a confident guy, I'm 5'11 and I weigh 320
pounds, mostly fat, and I have a poor body image anyway, so it makes me pretty
shy around the opposite sex. I have dated before, but my natural shyness has
pretty much stopped those relationships before they really started, and my
constant relationship failures have made my looking for affection even less
likely to ever come to fruition. Plus, there is the fact that I am attracted
to one kind of woman only, a very strong woman, but not only that, the woman
would have to be much smaller than me, but able to lift and carry me with
ease. Well, I wouldn't say that's the only woman I go for, but it is the
closest to my fantasy that I can articulate right now. And as of yet, I
haven't met my fantasy woman, I have dreamed about it, I have written stories
about it, but so far, no woman has come and swept me off my feet the way I
have wanted and dreamed for so long. So, for the first time in my life, I
started browsing the internet for women with similar interests, and body types
that would work out for me. My eye was immediately attracted to an ad that
said: "Tiny, athletic girl seeking big teddy bear to cuddle and squeeze." That
seemed like my perfect girl, I looked up her stats, she was 25 years old, she
was 4'10 and weighed 102 pounds, her picture showed a nice blonde girl, but
nothing of the body, so I had no way of knowing if it was all muscle or not.
Her interests included gymnastics, female bodybuilding, fitness contests,
armwrestling, and professional wrestling. I decided to find out more about
her, I found her Yahoo Messenger ID, sent her an instant message, and
introduced myself to her. Her name turned out to be Tina Alexander, and she
had moved around most of the country before settling in Mishicot 1 year ago.

She turned out to be very receptive, she loved the fact I was a big guy and
admitted to it, she said her brother was also very big and she was very close
with him. She also said she was from the town of Mishicot, which is a little
over 5 miles away from where I lived, so immediately I thought this was too
good to be true. But she was the one who wanted to set up a meeting between
us, I immediately said "Okay, how about we meet up at Lester Library in my
hometown, Two Rivers, its pretty near where I live?" She agreed, seemingly
very excited about our meeting, as I definitely was. I mean she seemed to be a
very nice person, with interests pretty much the same as mine, and if what she
had in her profile was true, she was very strong, muscular and fit. So I got
there at the appointed time, and I saw her, she was wearing a long sleeved
shirt, so I was disappointed that I wasn't able to see her arms, but her neck
was corded with veins and muscle, so I thought she might have some
possibilities. She smiled as she saw me walking over, and she put her hand out
for me to shake, I did with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm, but it
seemed she didn't notice, but my attention was immediately drawn to the force
in which she shook my hand. She was a very small woman, only coming up to the
top of my chest, but it seemed she put my fingers through a ringer with hardly
any effort. I noticeably shook my hand after she let go, trying to get the
circulation flowing again, she giggled and said "Oops, sometime I forget my
own strength, I've always been stronger than most people I've known, even
since I was about 4 years old I could overpower my 8 year old brother, he was
a foot taller and twice my weight but I could wrestle and pin him to the
ground easily. Ever since then, I just continued to get stronger, without
having to work really hard for it, I am probably what most people would call
an easy gainer. Not muscle mind you, as you can see, I'm quite small there,
but my body is much, much stronger than it looks, I promise you that."

I was nodding the whole time, not letting her on to my thoughts that this
could be a perfect match if what she says is true, of course, I also try my
best to conceal my trouser snake which was rigidly erect from her last
statement, so I take her hand and said, "To dinner, milady, how do you feel
about going out to that new fancy diner in Manitowoc, The Elbow Room?" She
giggled and nodded, "Well, if you don't mind me paying for it, I know that
place is expensive and I happen to have a lot of money, my family is quite
wealthy, and I have been making money through various other means, including a
moving company me and my brother started, and by winning fitness contests, not
that I want to demean you or your manhood, I am sure you could pay for it, but
I just feel like treating you, you're the first person I've been with in about
8 months, my last boyfriend couldn't handle my strength." I nodded and said,
"Don't worry about that, Tina, I'm all for going Dutch, and don't worry about
your strength around me, I like my women strong, and you seem to be stronger
than any woman I've ever been with." She shook her head and said, "I'm sure I
am, but you'll find out about that later, and I meant I would pay for both of
us, straight up, I want you to not worry about anything tonight, I usually
like to take charge, not because I want to threaten your masculinity, I want
to take care of any man I'm with, to let them know that they don't have any
worries as far as love, money, or anything else in the World." I hung my head
for a while, and looked straight into her eye and said, "Tina, while I do
think this is quite strange, to have the woman pay for everything, I think you
are a nice person, and I'll do whatever you want, as long as you'll have me."
She shook her head again, "No, I mean I want to do whatever you want, but I
want to be in control of the money aspects of our relationship, I'm very good
with numbers, but that's the only aspect of the relationship I want to take
charge in, you can ask anything of me, and I'll do so with no complaints, as
long as its economically feasible."

Well, what could I say, dear reader, I mean here was possibly my idea of the
perfect woman standing in front of me, asking for me to order her around, to
buy me what I wanted, to do anything physically I wanted, what would you do? I
said, "Tina, it seems a little like slavery, I mean except that I would do
these things in love of you and you would do it for love of me, but ordering
you around, it seems a little bit weird." She nodded and said, "I hear that
argument from a lot of my boyfriends, but don't worry, I do everything out of
love, I want you to understand that you mean the World to me, from our
conversations online, to now, you've been a perfect gentleman, and you remind
me so much of my older brother, I think it would be best if we just went and
see where the evening takes us before we start discussing this again." I
nodded and said, "Sure, lets go to the Elbow Room, who's car do you want to
take?" She laughed and said, "I would like to drive you around, Jeremy, so
let's take my car, that way we can go back to my place after the date and
really get down to business." As she said this, she seemed to lick her lips
and bat her eyelashes at me, that made me surrender to her will, and I agreed,
anyway, I had walked there so it made more sense to take her car. We went,
talked a little over supper, about her brother, her job, my job, just small
talk, after eating a nice dessert, a piece of strawberry cheesecake, we
decided to go to the movies, she moved a little closer to me inside the
theater and I put my hand on her shoulder. I couldn't believe it, it felt like
stone, I tried squeezing it, poking it with my fingers, but nothing dented the
muscle, and she hardly noticed, actually thinking I was tickling her instead
of powering down on her with all the strength I contained in my large hand.
After the movie ended we got in her car and she took us to her house, a ranch
style house with a big basement, which she outfitted as a sort of gym, with
gymnastic mats, a huge weight machine in the corner, and several dumbbells and
barbells laying around, not one that looked under 150 pounds, even the
dumbbells!

She took me down to the gym immediately, as she knew I was as curious and
excited about her strength as she was excited to show it to me. She said,
"Jeremy, just go sit over on the bench there, I want to get into my workout
clothes, there's a fridge upstairs in case you want a drink, I'll be out in a
couple minutes." I went up, found the fridge, took a diet coke, and went back
down to sit on the bench she told me to. About 4 minutes later she came out
wearing a lycra top and shorts, they were light blue with orange highlights,
she also changed her shoes from her pumps to a pair of white sneakers. I was
mesmerized at the sight of her body though, her clothes showed up a fully
ripped, striated frame, it wasn't big by any means, about the size of a
gymnast, but you could see every single muscle pulse, she had a body an
anatomy chart would be jealous of, including a six pack that was ripped and
even had veins running all up and down. I was taken aback at the sight, I mean
she was so shredded, I had never seen any man take his body to these limits,
it was like watching an alien from another planet, you knew you had never seen
anything like it before, nor would any time in the future. She smiled as she
saw the awed look in my eyes and said, "Well, what do you think?" I had to
shake my head for a second to regain my senses, and had trouble getting my
mouth working, but I finally made out, "Tina, your body is absolutely amazing,
I have never seen anything like it, I've been a fan of bodybuilding for over
15 years now and in all that time, I haven't even seen a man achieve the level
of definition you have, you're like the ideal body chart, not an ounce of fat,
every muscle defined and visible." Tina smiled more, but then seemed a little
more contrite as she asked, "Are you disappointed that I'm not bigger, I have
heard you say you like bigger muscle on a woman, like Collette Guimond or
Renne Toney, how is my body compared to theirs?"

I thought about it for a while, it wasn't quite an easy answer, but it was the
truth from my eyes, "You're right, I've been a fan of big women for a long
time, but that is mostly because they projected the look of power through
their huge muscles, but with you, I feel you're perfectly defined muscles show
as much, if not more power than those two women have ever had, and from the
first time I met you, when you shook my hand and almost crushed it
effortlessly, I knew you were probably the strongest woman I had ever met,
maybe even the strongest woman in the World, and if I would have to chose
between Renne, Collette or you, I'd pick you, because you fulfill my fantasy
more than those other women." She smiled even bigger and came over, she asked
me to feel her bicep, I put my hand on it, being that it was fairly small I
could fit my whole hand over it, but I started squeezing it with all the might
I could in that one hand, nothing, not one dent, I didn't accomplish anything
other than cramping my own hand up. She said, "Before we get into it heavy, I
want you to strip, don't worry, my brother is XXXL as well, he's been heavy
for a long time, I bought some new clothes for him a month ago, before we
started talking, but I never gave them to him, so I'll give them to you, then
we can't start working out, however you want my dear." So I took the clothes,
a gray T-shirt and a pair of black shorts, went into the bathroom and put them
on, they fit perfectly, I was very comfortable in them. I came out of the
bathroom to find Tina readying the bench press, she had 225 on the bar, which
I told her is what my regular workout weight was, but I may have been lying a
bit, because really, that was my max for all time. I got under the bar anyway,
hoping to impress her, and got 2 reps out of it. Noticing my struggle, she
giggled a little and said, "Well, that was impressive Jeremy, you're stronger
than most normal guys, but you've got a long way to go before you start coming
near my strength." With that she took off the 45 pound weights and started
piling 100 pound plates on both sides of the bar, when she was finished the
bar was bending under the extreme mass, I counted out the weights and found
that there were 7 100 pounders on each side, if the bar weighed 45 pounds,
that would have equaled 1,445 pounds, well over anything any woman has ever
squatted or deadlifted in history, and she proposed to bench it!

"This should be a decent warm-up, then I'm really going heavy, baby!" She took
the bar off the rack without even a grunt and brought it down to her flat,
though incredibly striated and veiny pecs, then brought it straight up again
in one smooth motion, then kept going and going, until finally, 100 reps
later, she set the bar back down in the rack. She wasn't even breathing hard
as she took the hundred pounders off with ease, two at a time, and brung in
some even bigger plates, again, one in each hand, they filled her tiny hands,
and if I had to judge from their size, I would guess weighed 250 pounds a
piece, but she was carrying them with absolute ease, here was a small woman,
carrying over 2 and a half times her own bodyweight in each hand like she was
handling pieces of paper. She set them down next to the bench, not putting
them on the bar, then after placing 4 on each side of the bench, she picked up
the bar on the bench and stood it up against the wall, then went into a
storage closet, bringing back a much longer and thicker bar. "This bar weighs
200 pounds, it's made of denser steel than a regular 45 pound bar, it was
specially made for me when I was 18, because regular weight bars couldn't hold
the weights I were capable of lifting even then, and I'm much stronger now
than I was then." She put the bar down on it, then piled the 8 250 pound
plates on each side, making the total 2200 pounds, then she put on 4 more 100
pound plates on each side, making the grand total weight 3000 pounds, almost
10 times what I weighed! I was getting kind of nervous, I mean I was impressed
by her strength already, but if she could lift that, it would have been
unreal, that means this woman couldn't possibly exist in the real world. But
she got down, despite my uneasiness and started repping out the 3000 pounds
like it was nothing to her, I mean, the weight itself was 30 times her own
weight, but she treated it like a feather, as it went up and down with
incomprehensible ease, perhaps repping it out 2 times per second, she finally
finished after doing 300 reps. This was still a part of her warm-up, even
though the weight on the bar was just under the weight of a car!

"Okay, okay, I think you've seen enough, huh honey? Just so you know, that
3000 pounds felt just as light as the 1450 pounds, there is probably no weight
that can be constructed that I can't lift. And the story I told you about me
and my brother, well that was sort of a lie, itself, I was 4, but he wasn't 8,
he was 10 years old, and he didn't weigh twice what I did, I weighed 40
pounds, and he weighed 120 pounds, so he weighed 3 times what I did, at the
time. Not only did I pin him and overpower him with ease, I armwrestled him,
telling him to use both his hands against my one, I beat him with ease, then I
carried him around the house, his 120 pounds hardly even making me try. At 4,
I was probably as strong as a fully grown man, and like I said, my strength
just kept growing and growing, now, at 25, I wouldn't even venture a guess as
to how strong I am, but rest assured, if I was pushing against the offensive
line of a NFL team, I would likely win with ease, if I had a tug of war
against the whole team, I think I might win that as well. I'm sorry for lying
to you, I didn't know how you would react, how are you feeling?" I was shaken,
here I was, standing in the presence of a woman, who herself was 1/3 my
weight, who was shorter than me by 1 foot, and she may be stronger than an
entire football team! If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up, because
I have found my dream woman! "I'm sorry, Tina, I'm finding it hard to speak
right now, most of the blood that was meant for my brain has gone down to my
other head down below my waist, but I still want to be with you, to help you
explore the limits of your strength, I have always fantasized of meeting a
woman like you, someone who could lift and carry me with ease, in whatever
ways I could request, I want to stay with you, because you're my ideal woman,
and I want you to lift me because I haven't been lifted by a woman since
before I was 10 years old, and now you're standing here right in front of me,
with the strength of a football team in your tiny body, and I want to
experience it for myself."

This got a small yip from her, and she rushed over to me, she put her tiny,
short arms around my waist and lifted me straight off the ground and started
spinning me around, like what you would see in a romantic movie, except the
roles were switched. She held me up there, looked into my eyes, and then put
her hands underneath my armpits, lifting me straight above her head with no
effort at all. "Oh, Jeremy, I'm so happy, you're everything I want in a man, I
want to lift you in any way you want me to, as long as you'll have me, heck,
you're so light right now, I could keep you up thee all day!" But she brought
me down to her, and kissed me passionately. I returned with the passion with
the best French kiss I ever remember giving, I was still off the ground,
bending my knees as she held me under my armpits, and I realized, she probably
wasn't joking, my weight seemed like nothing more than a grain of rice on her
finger, even though I weighed 3 times what she did. After she set me down on
my feet, my feet immediately left the ground again, as she cradled me against
her ultra-hard physique and started carrying me up to her room, she almost
sprinted up the stairs as though my weight was no inconvenience to her at all,
and jogged to her room, she then dumped me on her bed, ripped off her clothes,
then ripped off mine. She didn't waste any time as she leaped on me, her hard
muscle meeting my much softer flesh with a sort of splotch sound, we kissed
each other even more passionately, then she reached down to my fully engorged
9 inch penis and inserted it into her vagina, which it seemed sucked me right
into it with muscles I never even thought existed! It seems that orifice might
be just as strong as the rest of her!

That thought gave me an idea, "Tina, wait, I don't know if you read a lot of
stories at Diana the Valkyrie, but a while back there was this story named
Mistress Mona's Stable part 3, in which the guy and Mistress Mona were making
love, she did a bridge, and only with the power of her vagina, was moving the
man, who probably weighed twice as much as her, in and out, do you think your
pussy is that strong my dear?" She giggled and said, "Yes, I know all about
Diana the Valkyrie's site, and that just happens to be one of my favorite
stories, but as of yet I haven't acted that out with any of my former
boyfriends, I'm glad to it for you, my sweet." With that, she took her hands
off me, started bending herself backwards into a bridge, her hands on the back
of her head, and I was raised straight in the air by my her. After she got
herself in position, a look of concentration came over her face, and I
suddenly felt a tightening in her vaginal muscles! Oh my god, I think she's
going to do it I thought to myself, and I was right, with her grip she started
rippling it to bring me out, then brought me back in, she went like this 10
times before I couldn't take it anymore and squirted my cum into her vagina. I
thought for a while, then I shouted, "Oh no, I didn't use any protection!
Please tell me you're on the pill!" She nodded and giggled, "Don't worry about
it Jeremy, I am on the pill right now, and even if I did get pregnant, we
could move back in with my family, they live in a huge house down in Madison,
we could raise the baby there, but we won't have to worry about that for a
while, at least if you want to stay with me." I could only smile and said, "Of
course I'll stay with you, forever my darling, I know we only just met today,
but you're everything I've ever looked for in a woman, you're just as perfect
as I could envision any woman, and like I said, I want to explore every facet
of your strength with you, for as long as you want me, so what I'm saying is,
Tina Alexander, will you marry me?" I got down on the floor and kissed her
tiny hands, which were about half the size of mine, but held many hundred
times their power. She cried a little, the first sign of any weakness in her,
pulled me up to my feet and said "Yes, yes, of course I'll marry you!" She
kissed me passionately again, wrapped her arms around my back and lifted me
off the ground again in a gentle bear hug. Our wedding is set for July next
year, and I'm looking forward to the honeymoon more than ever, imagine the
sight of a tiny woman carrying her much bigger husband over the threshold!
God, I must be the luckiest guy in the world! The End.