Moving Day
By Muscle Fan



I was moving from my parent's house into an apartment. I had lost my job and
was forced back to mom and dad's house and my old room with its twin size bed.
Now, I had a new job and an apartment. Nothing lavish, just a one bedroom
walk-up.

I have a pick-up truck and had my new bed in the back along with a used
refrigerator, several boxes and an armful of clothes. 'This would be a one
trip move,' I thought, 'and hopefully my last.' I got along fine with my
mother and father, but it was clear that even at twenty-six, I would always be
their little boy. I needed my own space. I had been living with them for two
months.

I drove to the apartment complex and parked as close as I could to my unit.
Todd and Jim were meeting me there to help with the mattress, box springs and
refrigerator. Jim was bringing the dolly for the fridge.

Grabbing one of the boxes, I carried it up the stairs to my apartment. I
unlocked the door and took the box inside. The carpet had been freshly
shampooed and floors cleaned. I sat the box on the kitchen counter and went
back down to the truck.

"Hey, is this yours?" a woman yelled at me from the open window of her truck.
"Yea," I said, "Am I blocking your parking space?" She smiled and said, "Yea,
but don't worry about it, I'll park in a guest spot," and drove across the
parking lot to a vacant guest parking stall.

I watched as she exited her truck. 'Wow, she looks tall,' I thought. She
grabbed a duffel bag out of the back of her truck and headed my way. She wore
a bulky sweatshirt and sweatpants and a pair of Nike cross-trainers. As she
got closer, I saw sweat had soaked through the sweatshirt, but what really
drew my attention was the woman's sheer size. She stood well in excess of
six-foot tall and had broader shoulders than me.

She stopped next to my truck and put an elbow on the rail. I had to look up at
her so I would say she was about six-foot four-inches tall. "Need any help
with this stuff?" she asked. "Ah-no, my buddies are coming by to help me," I
said, "I guess they're running late. I'm Kevin." I held out my hand. She
smiled and engulfed my hand in hers. "Angie," she said, "What unit are you
in?" "Two-oh four," I said, "and you?" "Two-oh two, right across the
entryway," she said.

I looked around and didn't see Jim's car. 'Damn those guys,' I thought, 'I
wanted to get this stuff off the truck.' "Let me get a strap and give you a
hand with the refrigerator," she said. I let out a sigh and said, "OK, but my
friend is bringing the dolly, we can wait for him." She looked at the
refrigerator and said, "It's not that heavy, I can get it." 'I can get it', I
thought, 'What is she, Super Woman? I'll let her find out. It took the three
of us to get it into my truck.' I lifted another box from the truck and said,
"OK, I appreciate it."

She followed me up the stairs, her duffle bag in hand. I went in and I heard
her key in her lock. A minute later she stepped into my apartment with a
canvas strap perhaps ten feet long. "This should do it," Angie said, holding
up the strap. 'Uh-huh,' I thought, 'we'll see, I don't care how big she is,
that refrigerator weighs a ton.'

I followed her down the stairs to my truck; still no sign of Todd and Jim.
'Those bastards,' I thought, 'so much for helping a friend.' Angie hopped into
the bed of my pick-up and walked the refrigerator to the tailgate. She hopped
down and threw the canvas strap around the machine. "How can I help," I asked.
"Just stand out of the way," she said, wrapping the strap around one hand. She
then turned so that her back was to the refrigerator and looped the other end
of the strap around her hand and cinched the strap tight around the machine.

Bending forward, she tilted the fridge forward taking the weight onto her
back. Slowly she walked forward, hunched over, the heavy fridge on her back. I
followed in her wake as she made her way to the foot of the stairs. I thought
she would slow down, stop or collapse, but she took one stair at a time, until
she was at the top of the landing. She turned and ducking down so that the top
of the fridge would clear the door frame, stepped into my apartment.

She went to the kitchen and squatted, lowering the refrigerator to the floor.
"Go ahead and plug it in," she said, not even out of breath. I did and she
slid the fridge into place against the wall. She pulled the strap free and
rolled it up. "Let me get the bed," she said and started for the door.

"No, really, you've ah-done enough already," I said, still not believing that
she brought the refrigerator up a flight of stairs all by herself. She gave a
little wave but didn't turn around as she hit the bottom step heading for my
truck. She slid the box spring out of the truck and lifted it from the bed of
the truck. "Maybe you can take the bed frame and get it set up," Angie said.
"Ah, oh, yea, good idea," I said, picking the frame for the bed out of the
truck. I headed for the stairs and the apartment.

I had only gotten half of the frame assembled when Angie walked into the
bedroom with the mattress under one arm and the box springs under the other.
"I thought you'd have that put together by now," she said and smiled. 'Damn,'
I thought, 'she must have jogged up the stairs with those.' "Almost there," I
said, lamely, smiling back. "I'll get the last of the boxes," she said and
disappeared.

By the time I had the bedframe together and the box springs and mattress in
place, Angie had emptied the bed of my truck; still no Todd and Jim.

"Let me move my truck," I said, grabbing my keys. "No need," Angie said, "I
moved it for you. Your spot is next to mine." "We-well, but, ah, how?" I
mumbled looking at the keys in my hand. "I just lifted it and moved it to the
next stall. No big deal," she said. "You moved it over a stall?" I asked. She
smiled and said, "You're truck isn't all that big, or that heavy, so I just
moved it by hand." I nodded still not fully comprehending what she had done.

"Well, ah, thanks for the help," I said, still finding it hard to believe what
I had seen. "Would you like to grab a bite to eat?" I asked, "I owe you for
all your help." She studied me for a minute and then said, "OK, I just need to
shower; you can wait in my place if you want." "Cool," I said, following her
out the door and across the landing to her apartment.

Angie's apartment looked like mine, but just reversed. It was neat and tidy.
The only odd thing was a workout bench with a barbell and three or four sets
of dumbbells. She caught me looking at the gym equipment. "Do you work out,
Kevin?" she asked. 'Yeah, right,' I thought, 'do I look like I work out?' I'm
not overweight, but I could barely make it up the stairs to my apartment with
a box let alone a refrigerator. "No, no, I don't work out," I said, "but you
obviously do." She smiled and asked, "You're not intimidated by women with
muscles are you?" "No, of course not," I said, "I like women with muscles."

Actually, I fanaticized about muscle women, but I wasn't going to tell my new
neighbor that. "Good," Angie said, "some men seem to be intimidated by women
with muscles; maybe it makes them feel inadequate." I nodded, and said,
"Maybe."

"Anyway, make yourself at home. I won't be long," Angie said and as she walked
to the bedroom, she lifted the sweatshirt over her head. Before she
disappeared into the bedroom I caught a glimpse of one of the most muscular
backs I had ever seen.

"There might be something to drink in the fridge," she said from the bedroom.
I stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The refrigerator had a
carton of soy milk, almond milk, a large container of what looked like
shredded chicken, some vegetables and fruit. 'Way too healthy for me,' I
thought and I closed the door and wandered back to the living room. The
dumbbells on the floor ranged from seventy to one hundred pounds. I tried to
lift the lightest one, the seventy pound one and even using both hands, I was
unable to lift it from the floor. I was studying the dumbbell when Angie came
into the room.

"I was ... " and that was as far as I got. I was going to say that I was
trying to lift the dumbbell but couldn't, but the sight of her made me stop.
Angie had on a tank top with spaghetti straps. The top ended just below her
breasts leaving her midriff bare. Her Spandex short clung to her narrow hips
like a second skin. She was wearing ankle boots with three-inch heels, which
now put her at about six-foot, five-inches.

"Anything wrong, Kevin?" she asked. I couldn't help but stare. I tried to tell
her nothing was wrong, but I couldn't get the words out for a minute. She
finally smiled and said, "You are intimidated by my muscles, aren't you?"
"Ah-ah, no, Angie, it's just that I wasn't expecting that you were, ah," I
stammered but couldn't finish. "Expecting what, that I was so big, so strong?"
she asked, "Don't worry, Kevin, I've heard it all before."

"You are big, and you are muscular," I said, "and I know you're strong, it's
just that when you were wearing those sweats, I couldn't tell. " "So you don't
think I'm a freak?" she asked. "Freak, what, a freak, heaven's no," I said, "I
love your muscles." Perhaps I shouldn't have been so bold as to say that last
statement, but I did love her muscles.

Angie cocked her head and looked at me. "You do? You love my muscles?" she
asked. I only nodded. She took me by my ribs and lifting me from the floor
kissed me on the lips. I put my hands on her biceps and they were hard as
stone. I parted my lips and her tongue explored my mouth. 'Even her tongue
feels strong,' I thought.

"Sit over there on the bench, Kevin," Angie said. I sat on the end of the flat
bench. Angie stood three feet in front of me and bent at the waist flexing her
biceps and crossing her arms in front of her. Her trapezius muscles flared,
and then she relaxed and then pumped her arms once again. The traps exploded.
She stood up and flexed her bicep. "I have nineteen inch biceps, Kevin," she
said, "and my calves are nineteen inches as well." I looked at her amazing
calves. She tensed her abs and the muscles looked like a series of muffins.

"Feel them, Kevin," she told me, "feel how hard my abdominals are." I leaned
forward and ran my fingertips over her abdominals. "I love to work my abs,
Kevin," she said, "I do at least a thousand sit ups and crunches a day."

'Bam! bam!', came a knock on my apartment door. "Kevin, are you there?" said
Todd on the landing outside of Angie's door. Angie looked at me and I said,
"Let me get rid of him." I went to Angie's door and opened it. "Todd, what are
you doing here?" I asked. "I came to help you move," he said, "I thought you
were in this one," and he pointed to my apartment. "Yes, that's my apartment,
but I've already moved most of my things, where's Jim?" I asked. "He couldn't
make it, ah, sorry I can't help," he said. "Yea, well, thanks anyway," I told
him, and began shutting the door. "Hey, do you want to grab a beer?" he asked.
"Not tonight, Todd," I said, "I'll call you." He stood there staring at me and
finally turned to leave. As he started down the stairs, he held up his middle
finger.

I shut the door and turned back into Angie's apartment. She wasn't in the
living room. "Angie," I called out. "In here, Kevin," she said from the
bedroom. I walked into her bedroom. Several pictures of female bodybuilders
were on one wall. The room had a king size bed, a night stand and a chest of
drawers. The only light was coming through the partially closed blinds. It
took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light and as they did, Angie
stepped from the bathroom. She was naked.

"Get undressed, Kevin," she said, "Do it now!" She watched me with her hands
on her hips. I hesitated but only briefly as I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped
my pants. "Come on, be quick about it," she said hurrying me along. I pulled
my T-shirt over my head and stopped.

I stood perfectly still as she stepped in front of me and squatted. Eye level
with my crotch I wondered if she noticed my erection beneath my boxer shorts.
"Looks like someone is excited," she said. 'I guess she noticed,' I thought.
"Let's see what we're working with here," she continued and pulling the
elastic waistband of my shorts, ripped them from my hips. I went to cover
myself with my hands, more as a reflex than out of modesty, but she batted my
hands away.

I had never had women complain about my 'manhood' before, but this was no
normal woman. Angie was a true Amazon, a very muscular Amazon. She smiled and
said, "Nice, Kevin, looks like I have something to work with here," and she
engulfed my penis in her palm. "Argh," I said as I struggled to pull free of
her grip, "Please, you're hurting me." She laughed and said, "That's the idea,
baby, that's how you're going to become my bitch." 'Bitch,' I thought, 'I'm no
one's bitch,' and I put my hands on her massive shoulders trying to pull
myself free.

She laughed and said, "The more you struggle, the more it will hurt," and she
was right. I said, "OK, OK, but please, let go of my cock." She let go of me
and stood up. I couldn't help but massage my penis. "Aw, did I hurt little
man's cock," she said with a pout, "Poor little thing." I wasn't sure whether
she meant me or my penis.

"Now get on your knees and suck my pussy, baby," she said, "I want to come all
over your face." Shocked I said, "What if I don't?" She smiled and said, "Then
I'll have to punish you, and believe me, I'll enjoy it more than you." I
hesitated considering my options and decided to swallow my pride, 'and maybe
more', I thought. I knelt before Angie.

I tentatively touched her clit with my tongue. "Get that tongue in there," she
said, "I need to come." I took her large clit between my lips and pulled, then
drew it into my mouth. Meanwhile, I explored her legs and butt with my hands,
trying to squeeze, but finding no give to her muscles. It was as if she were
carved from granite.

"Hmm," she moaned, "that's it, suck me," and she rubbed her hand over her
pubis. I could tell that she was on the verge of climaxing when she put a hand
behind my head and held me fast against her pelvis. She began to thrust her
hips and for a moment, thought she might knock my teeth out or shatter my jaw,
but she exploded drenching my face with her cum.

"Oh, yeah!" she said as I tried to swallow her juices, "That's it." With a
thunderous spasm, she erupted a second time. She let go of my head and I
sucked in a much needed lung full of air.

I put my hands on my knees and sat back on my heels trying to catch my breath.
"That was great, baby," she said, "You certainly have a talented tongue," and
laughed. She stepped to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She pulled out
a pair of what looked like black satin panties. She wiped her still wet pussy
and then tossed the undergarment to me. "Here," she said, "Put these on. When
you leave the house, I want you to wear them. Do you understand?"

I held the damp underwear in my hands and looked up at her. She put her hands
on her hips and looked down at me and said, "Do I need to repeat myself, boy?
Put those panties on!" I slowly got to my feet and stepped into the satin
panties, my now flaccid penis and scrotum partially hanging out. I couldn't
make eye contact with her.

"Good boy," she said, "I'm not going to have any trouble with you, now am I?"
I shook my head. "Tell me," she said. "N-no," I stammered. "No, who!" she
said. "No, Angie," I said softly. She slapped me on the left side of my jaw.
It was quick and it stung. "No Mistress Angie," she said, "now let me hear you
say it." I glanced at her and then tore my gaze away. "No, Mistress Angie," I
said softly.

Angie smiled at me and said, "That's better. You're going to do better than
Tom." I hesitated thinking that she would say more, but she remained quiet,
and curiosity got the better of me. 'I have to ask,' I told myself. "Who's
Tom, mistress," I asked. She chuckled, a deep throaty laugh. "He was my bitch
before you," she said, "In fact he lived in your apartment."

I couldn't help but ask, "What happened to him?" She smiled. "Let's just say
he disobeyed me," she said, "he didn't live up to my expectations." I
swallowed hard. "I'm not going to have that problem with you am I, baby?" she
asked. "N-no, mistress," I said, "no." "I'm glad to hear that," Angie said,
"now get out of here, I have to go to sleep; don't forget to wear your panties
to work tomorrow," and she laughed.

I gathered up my clothes and walked to the door. I was about to open it when
she put a hand against it stopping me. "Aren't you forgetting something little
man?" she asked. I looked up into her eyes wondering what she meant. "A kiss,"
she said, "You forgot to kiss me good-bye." "Oh, I'm sorry mistress," I said.
She bent down and gave me a kiss, parting my lips with her tongue. Her tongue,
like the rest of her, was big and strong. For a moment I thought I would gag
as she explored the inside of my mouth. She broke the kiss and said, "I'll see
you tomorrow, Kevin. How long can you last in bed?" "Ah, I'm, ah, not sure,
mistress," I replied. "I'm sure it's not long enough, we'll work on it," she
said taking her hand from the door, "good night."

From that point on, I was her 'bitch'. I cooked, cleaned and ran errands for
her. I did her laundry, painted her nails and washed her hair. In return, she
allowed me to worship her huge muscles, make love to her and trained me to
prolong my orgasm to match hers. She was nearly insatiable. Our sex lasted for
hours and there were times at work the following day that I thought I would
literally fall asleep at my desk. She insisted that I work out and eat
healthy. Although I could never lift the weights she did, I did see
improvements in my body.

Little did I know that my moving day was actually the day that my life moved
in a different direction.

If you have enjoyed reading, 'Moving Day,' please let me know at
covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan