Stats
by Pac  pac 
The volleyball team statistician finds an unlikely girlfriend in the team captain


Chapter One

Greg Evans was the stats guy for the women's volleyball team at Carson High.
He was always kind of small for a guy, at about 5'5" and 110 as a junior. He
had always liked sports, but was never really cut out for any of them, being
as small as he was. He eventually settled for working in a support capacity as
a statistician.

He originally had done stats for the men's basketball team, but after enough
teasing threats, he decided that women would be less prone to hassle him about
his size. Having been turned off basketball by his unfortunate experience with
the boys, he decided that women's volleyball would be a good choice. That ...
and he was smitten with Anna Johnson, the all-state senior outside hitter.

Carson had a very successful quad A volleyball team, and had won the state
championship last year. They were poised to defend this year, having already
advanced through the district and regional finals. They were a hard-working,
well-balanced team, with good depth. The team had several girls who were
athletic enough to play backup positions if injuries hurt the roster. Anna was
of course one of those, equally at home as a setter or spiker, or good for
digs in the back court. She was the team's captain, and well-liked on and off
the court. Tall and beautiful, she had long chestnut brown hair and bright
blue eyes, and a warm, perpetual smile.

Greg had known Anna for years, generally from a distance, though she had
spoken to him several times in the past. He wasn't shocked by that, though,
because she was one of those super-nice, friendly people who talked to
everyone, and seemed to cross all of those boundaries kids create for
themselves. She apparently was so confident in herself, and generally friendly
and gregarious, that everyone just seemed happy to have her around. She could
pop up just about anywhere, from a group of geeky guys playing Dungeons and
Dragons, to a group of jocks sitting in the school parking lot with the
cheerleaders, to a group of the popular kids hanging out at Citizens of
Tomorrow meetings.

Greg for the most part was one of the semi-geeky kids, but not one of the
brainy clique or the roleplayers. He had always gravitated towards sports.
Greg knew stats: baseball, football, hockey, you name it. He watched
Sportscenter religiously, pored over The Sporting News, and knew every player
in just about any sport you could think of. The volleyball girls used to call
him Greg Scully, and said Vin was probably wondering where his long lost son
was. He preferred Pat Summerall, though.

Greg didn't mind the good-natured ribbing, since he got attention from a lot
of kids for his encyclopedic knowledge and sheer love of all things athletic.
Some of the volleyball girls would look up obscure sports facts to stump him,
but after two seasons doing their stats, nobody had stumped him yet. He even
had stats on players down at a state level, and was a good source for insight
into rival teams for all of the Carson High sports teams.

In a twist of fate, the basketball guys, the same guys who teased and
threatened Greg, had to come crawling back when they faced a tough district
game and needed to know who to pick and who was in their opponent's depth
charts. The coach had made the guys apologize to a man, and then took him to
dinner. All in all, he was much more popular than he realized.

The one person he would secretly have loved attention from was Anna, but
curiously she never did. She always smiled and said hi, but never engaged him
like the other girls, who always asked sports questions, or even flirted, to
which he never seemed to respond. The girl talk in the locker room was that he
might be gay, but nobody had ever heard of him even talking to another person
about dating or sex, so he remained a mystery.

Anna did not date much either, though her reasons were darker. As a freshman,
she had dated one of the upperclassman football players, and had been sexually
assaulted by the drunken jock on one of their "make out" sessions. She was
able to fight the guy off, and his broken nose was talk of the school. He
transferred out of school later that year after the details got out, as
practically the entire school was ready to form a lynch mob.

But the encounter had taken its toll on Anna. Since that fateful night, she
politely refused most requests for dates, and the ones she did acquiesce to
were chaste. The lesbian rumors started, but were quickly squelched by her
loyal volleyball friends. All through it she maintained her friendly, yet
somewhat aloof attitude, never ceasing to be any less popular. She truly had
an irrepressible personality.

It was fate that brought these two together one night after the state
volleyball semi-finals.

**********************

Greg wandered down the hall of the big university sports complex toward the
girl's locker rooms. He had been meticulously tracking the opposing team from
Saeger Valley High, and had deduced that their depth chart was getting a
little soft in the weak-side blocker position, the side that would go directly
against Anna in the last game of the semi-finals. He had been working up the
nerve to approach her to give her the information since the start of the
semi-final tournament. His stomach was a nervous knot as his steps took him
closer to the lockers where the girls were freshening up after their
hard-fought victory that night.

He was content these days to admire Anna from afar, but absolutely terrified
to approach her. She was always breezy and friendly, even to him, but he
turned into a nervous wreck when they talked, except the few times he was able
to psyche himself beforehand. In those scant instances, he was able to keep
his voice level and actually respond to her casual greetings. Anyone who had
observed any of their interactions would have recognized his unrequited love
for her, but the mystery about Greg never really caused any of the girls to
investigate further than to wonder to their friends. He just didn't raise that
level of interest in anyone, flying below the social radar, or so he thought.

After working up the roster scenarios that he thought the coach of Saeger
Valley would likely employ in their matchup, he knew that Anna would be the
lynchpin to a Carson victory. Eventually his fear of approaching her was
overcome by his duty to the team, and his adoration of Anna. He nervously
paced down the hallway at the edge of the women's locker room, some of the
girls passing by with a little wave to him. He was such a permanent fixture in
the hallways after the games, asking girls about their injuries, or talking
about hitting percentages, that none of them gave him a second thought. He had
just gotten closest to the doorway of the girl's locker room he had ever dared
go, when Stacy Smith, the junior weak side hitter, came bouncing out, all
bubbly and giddy from their win that night.

"Um, Stacy? Could you tell, ah, Anna, that I need to talk to her about Saeger
Valley?" he started, uncharacteristically nervous around the bouncy blonde.
Stacy was a lean 5'9" and a textbook blonde, good-natured, but frequently off
on her own cloud.

"Sure, Greggie, I think she's still in there ... let me go find her," she
replied back, dashing back in, a ball of energy as always.

She popped her head back out a few minutes later, her look a little confused.

"I could have sworn she was still in here, but I didn't see her," she said to
Greg, not noticing his disappointed look. "Maybe she already went back to the
bus. I'll tell her as soon as I see her."

"Oh, no, don't worry about it Stacy," he said back, "I'll talk to the coach
instead."

"No prob, Greggie," she said, tweaking his nose, and took off down the hallway
back toward the team bus.

Greg turned and walked a short distance away, breathing a sigh of relief, and
hunkered down to work on more roster projections for Saeger Valley. He figured
he would catch the coach, not realizing she was already on the team bus.
Engrossed in his task, he completely lost track of time. When he looked up,
the hallway was empty, not a person to be seen in the previously bustling
sports arena. He got up and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder, ready
to drive back to the hotel where the team and support staff were staying. He
had barely taken a step when he heard Anna's voice behind him.#

"Um, Greg ... did the bus leave?" she said, sounding embarrassed.

Greg was totally unprepared for his encounter with the object of his
affection. As was typical of these situations, he froze, his mind going blank,
knees almost trembling from his emotions. He wasn't able to turn and face her,
managed to shake his head yes. He was getting ready to scramble nervously away
when he felt her big hand on his shoulder.

The electric thrill of her touch was replaced by a look of wonder as he
witnessed the loveliest vision of Anna he had yet encountered. She had
obviously just stepped out of the shower and was fresh-faced, lightly made up
and dressed in casual jeans and a Carson Volleyball t-shirt, stretched tight
over her full chest. He looked up, and up, and up her 6'1" body to her warm
blue eyes as she smiled down at him. He nearly melted into a puddle on the
spot, swooning a little before he caught himself.

"Can I ask you a big favor?" she said to him, bending toward him
conspiratorially.

She seemed completely oblivious of the discomfort he was in, or was ignoring
it.

"S-sure," he stammered back, her bright-eyed face still appeared not to
notice.

"Can I hitch a ride with you? I don't think coach will be too upset, but I
don't have any other way back to the hotel. I'll pay you back with a burger. I
don't know about you, but I'm starving!" She seemed totally casual as she said
it, and Greg felt like he wanted to faint.#

"O-okay, Anna," he said, stunned, and started walking toward the entrance.
Anna fell into step beside him, her big body towering over his smaller frame.

He couldn't help but sneak glances at her as she walked next to him, her
graceful, fluid motions, curvy hips moving with total confidence. Her big
chest, at his eye height, was bounced and swayed with her steps, and he found
it hard to concentrate on walking. He went sprawling on the ground, his
messenger bag flying.#

"Are you okay, Greg?" Anna asked, concern in her voice.

"Ah, yeah, it's ... these shoes," he said lamely, and brought his leg up
quickly to mess with a lace that was perfectly tied. He started scrambling to
his feet.

"Here, let me help you up," Anna said, and reached for his arm.

Oh my God, she thought, he's so light!

She lifted him bodily to his feet with her one strong arm, actually lifting
his feet right off the ground. A look of surprise crossing her face, she
quickly let him go to drop several inches to the ground.

As his feet hit the floor, his mind reeled.

Wow, he thought, I knew she was strong, but she picked me up like I was a
baby!

Anna resumed walking after she made sure Greg was okay, and he found himself
taking faster steps to keep up with her long leg's rolling pace.

Anna steered right to Greg's car, an older midnight blue Mustang convertible,
a gift from his father. Greg was surprised she walked right to it ... he would
never have guessed she knew which one was his, not thinking she gave him more
than a casual hello out of her usual kindness.

"You know, I never told you before, but I LOVE your car," she said. "I've
always wanted to ride in it, but I guess now you can't exactly put the top
down."

She laughed, and the sound made Greg's heart ache. He was still completely
unnerved, but he figured if he didn't open his mouth for a little while, he
could get his wits about him to not make himself look totally foolish. His
mouth had other ideas.

"I ... I don't ride with the top down that much, because the roof sticks when
I have it open, and I have to fight with it to get it closed," he said
automatically, repeating the standard reply when people asked why he didn't
put the top down that much.

He always got ride requests, mostly from Stacy, who used him mercilessly as a
taxi. She knew he would drive her anywhere, because he was such a nice guy,
and it never occurred in her flighty head that she was taking advantage of
him. She always made him ride with it down, and the struggle afterward to
fight it into place made him cringe. Often, when he felt too abused, he would
tell her the roof was broken, and she would beg off. It never seemed to occur
to her that the roof would be miraculously fixed the next time she needed a
ride ... .

"Yeah, Stacy told me about that ... I keep telling her to stop asking you to
take her places, but she's such a ding-a-ling. I honestly think she forgets as
soon as I tell her," Anna said, looking down at the poor flustered Greg.

Again, Greg was surprised that Anna even knew Greg had a car; much less had
spoken to Stacy about it.

"It's okay. She's a nice person," he said back, not able to look up into her
eyes.

"I know, but she's using you, Greg, and I don't like to see her take advantage
of you, even though she doesn't mean to." Anna said back. "I think you're too
nice sometimes."

This was probably the most the two of them had ever said at one time, and Greg
was surprisingly starting to relax. Anna was such a disarmingly nice person,
and naturally easy to talk to. Her charisma was rubbing off on him as it did
with everyone.#

She gave a subtle smile as she worked her magic on Greg.

He's finally relaxing, she thought.

Greg got the trunk open, and Anna tossed her athletic bag in the back. He
pushed the trunk shut, and quickly glanced up at her. Her eyes were fixed on
his face, a calm smile gracing her lovely features.

God, she's so beautiful, he thought, as he moved quickly around her big body
to open the car door for her.

Greg fumbled the key in the lock, and, jiggling the loose tumbler open, he
held it as she folded her long form into the passenger seat. His careworn car
was clean and tidy, even this late in the winter, a testament to his
meticulous nature.#

"Thank you, Greg," she said up at him, flashing her dazzling smile at him. He
gulped.

Mustangs aren't known for their cabin space, and the big girl had to slide the
seat back to fit. She reclined the seat a little as well, to show off her
impressive assets. The heat of the game and the shower were now worn off, and
she started to get a chill, causing her big nipples to poke through her tight
t-shirt ... just as she planned. She intentionally wasn't wearing her coat,
and the outside temperature was a chilly 40 degrees.#

Greg moved around to the driver's side and started to put the key in the door
when Anna's long arm reached over and popped up the lock. He pulled open the
door to see her leaning slightly toward his door, her big full breasts
straining her shirt to nearly the breaking point. She leaned up in an
exaggerated way, drawing his eye, and he could see her huge nipples pushing
their way through her t-shirt. He struggled to keep his composure, but his
friend down below had no qualms showing how he felt, and he began to get erect
as his eyes wandered over her fabulous body.

He quickly jumped in the seat, pulling his coat tighter around himself. He
turned the car over, and it finally dawned on him that the reason he could see
her big nipples was because Anna didn't have a coat ...

"Would you like my coat? The car takes a little while to warm up," he said to
her, looking shyly over at her. The way she was reclined caused him to look
right over at her big chest. He zoned out as he looked at her ... then quickly
shot his eyes up to her face as he realized what he was looking at. His face
flushed slightly as their eyes met.

She kept the laugh in her throat as she answered him.

"No, I'm okay. It's chilly, but I'll be fine ... I'm not as cold as I look,"
she said, unable to keep the tease from her voice. She saw Greg's face turn
bright red and smiled, her eyes glancing at the telltale bulge he had tried to
hide.

"I'm really sorry ... " he started in a small voice, when Anna cut him off.

"Hey, it's okay," she said evenly, putting her big hand on his shoulder. "It's
my fault for leaving my coat in my bag. I know what happens when it's cold
out, so I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

Greg was mortified, but insanely turned on by Anna's big nipples poking out of
her shirt. He often daydreamed about her big tits bouncing as she went up for
a kill shot during their games. Almost against his will, his mind brought him
to one of her devastating spikes in tonight's game. He thought about her
motions, almost balletic in their grace, her fabulous body fully tensed, every
muscle in perfect concert, her power on full display as she brought her hand
down on the ball ...

He realized he had just been sitting there, and shot a nervous glance over to
Anna. She was apparently unconcerned, looking out the window to her right. Her
prominent chest stuck way out in her reclined position, further fueling Greg's
lust. She must have noticed him staring, because she took a deep breath, and
her breasts swelled upward enticingly, and Greg had to force himself not to
let his mouth hang open in awe. They just rose and rose, agonizingly slowly,
rising like two great mountain peaks. Greg could feel his mouth go dry.

He was still reeling from the entire situation. Anna, his crush, the goddess
who seemed so unattainable, was right here, in HIS car, just as relaxed as
could be. She had engaged him several times, TOUCHED him several times, and
seemed like she actually knew him. What's more, she seemed to care for his
well-being!#

'Maybe I have a shot,' Greg allowed himself to think the unthinkable for the
first time.

He was starting to calm down further, and was no longer stuttering or pausing
when he spoke to her ... maybe because Anna's talk about her body had put his
embarrassment at ease. Like a drug, her natural charisma melted away Greg's
nervousness around her.

They started driving, and Greg made a beeline for the hotel. Along the way,
they passed a late-night diner, and Anna asked him to stop, reminding him that
she was really hungry.

"And besides, I need to thank you for the ride, Greg. I don't know what I
would have done if you weren't still there. I think I totally forgot how late
it was when I was in the shower. It just felt so good to loosen my muscles
after going so hard out there tonight," she said, looking at his face, gauging
his reaction. It seemed that when she talked about her body he tensed up, so
she tested the water once more. His reaction always made her wonder how he
felt about her.

"I kept not wanting to get out ... these big legs needed to unwind, and the
hot water felt so good on them," she said languidly, running her hands down
her thighs. She watched Greg intently as he squirmed in his seat. He kept a
white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, not daring to look over at Anna.

Anna for the most part was really enjoying herself. She knew Greg liked her
body ... most guys did. Since the incident with the football player, she had
been unwilling to "get back out there". She had always felt on guard with
other athletic guys, who always seemed to want one thing. Even the "nice" ones
eventually seemed to be not so nice.#

Greg was a much safer bet. He was completely unthreatening, and he was so nice
... she found herself drawn to him because he was so well-liked by the other
girls, not that he seemed to notice their attention... or hers.

She was at first confused by his reaction to her. At times, he almost seemed
mesmerized by her as she would notice him looking at her from across the hall
at school. Seeing an opportunity, she would approach him, only to have him
turn away. He would almost seem upset, giving short answers, taking the
quickest opportunity to leave. She never got a chance to turn on her charm,
which she could wield like a weapon, disarming most guys with her easy
conversation, or her body, sometimes just a look was all it took.

She knew she was a knockout but she wasn't a man-eater, her bad experience
keeping her ego in check. Quite the opposite: once a boy expressed interest,
she usually shied away, unable to commit to another possible chance of a
predator taking her unawares.

Greg, though, was another thing entirely. He was kind to a fault, and several
of the girls on the team had subtly tried to get him to ask them out, with no
success. He did seem to bring success to the Cardinals, though. The team
called him their good-luck charm, since they had nothing but wins once he
started keeping stats for the team. Surely his strategic mind and his deep
knowledge of their opponent's strengths and weaknesses had a lot to do with
that.

Of all the girls that had tried, Anna had come to the conclusion that she
would be the girl to land Greg on this trip. She seemed to have the ability to
peg someone's character, and she knew Greg would be a perfect gentleman, no
matter how tempting the situation.#

Anna, always such a confident woman, was uncharacteristically insecure about
her re-entry into the dating scene, so what better choice than this handsome
little guy? And if her big curvy body turned him on, she would be happy to
oblige him with some eye-candy to ease the tension and bring him around.

More than the obvious safety of his size, she genuinely liked him ... but she
wasn't sure he liked her in return. He always got quiet or said a few words
and left, so she thought he must be intimidated by her. After all, she was
eight inches taller than him, and easily had fifty pounds or more on him.#

In her irrepressibly optimistic way, she came to the conclusion he was the
perfect man for her, and she was determined to make her like him. She just
needed to work at it. She was no stranger to working her assets hard. The
college recruiters were testament to that.

Greg pulled into the diner parking lot, and Anna jumped out quickly, not
waiting for Greg to get her door. Greg turned off the car and climbed out,
also, and was greeted by Anna arching her back and stretching, her long arms
pointed skyward, big chest thrust out, nipples pointing to the sky. It was an
awe-inspiring sight. His mouth hung open as he gaped, but he quickly came to
his senses and rushed back to the trunk, not wanting a replay of his
embarrassment in the car. Anna hid her smile until he got out of sight, and
she heard the trunk pop open.#

Well, at least my boobs don't intimidate him, she thought.

"Anna, do you want your coat? I think you might be cold after dinner," he
said, thankful for the trunk lid hiding his view of her incredible body. He
zipped his coat up to keep his bulging crotch from being obvious, and bent in
to reach for her bag.

She walked around to the trunk, where she saw Greg's little body reaching for
her heavy bag.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, Greg. Your car is warm now, and I was still feeling
good from the shower, but after we eat, I'll probably get cold," she said, and
bent down to get into her bag.

She leaned in, surprisingly close to Greg. The little trunk light illuminated
her heavenly features as she looked in his eyes, her face inches from his. She
held him there for a few seconds, paralyzed, until she looked down at her bag
and unzipped it, pulling out her coat.

He pulled his head out of the trunk, nearly hitting his head on the trunk lid,
and she rose up to her majestic height. Throwing her coat over her shoulder,
she gave Greg a little more of a view before they went in.

He went up to the door and held it, and she went through.

"Thank you, Greg. You're such a gentleman. I wish all guys were as sweet as
you," she said.

"You're welcome, Anna," he said, not stumbling over her name at all.

Chapter Two

Greg watched Anna's curvy ass sway as she glided into the restaurant. A server
seated them at a cozy table near the back of the back, though the place was
practically deserted. The tables had those little jukeboxes, and Anna decided
to give poor flustered Greg a break by flipping through the selections.

"Hey, look, they have Chicago 17, I love that album!" she said, fishing a
quarter out of her pocket and popping it in. She picked what she thought was
the perfect song for the moment, and the guitars roared to life.

Anna had noticed that Greg had several Chicago cassettes in a little case in
his car's center console tray, and this album was one she happened to like as
well. Peter Cetera's voice came over the little speakers, his high voice
soaring over the guitar and drums. Greg responded to the music, mouthing the
lyrics. Anna smiled at her choice. Along Comes a Woman, indeed!

"They're my favorite group. I was really upset when Cetera left, though. He
helped found the band in 1967," he said, visibly relaxing.#

"Oh, I didn't know that ... that's before we were born," she said, joining in
with Greg on the refrain lyrics, her singing voice surprisingly good.

He looked at her with a smile, as "Along Comes a Woman" came off her lips.

Did she plan all this? he thought. He began to allow himself the chance of
hoping against hope that what he was feeling from her was real, and not just
his fevered imagining.

I think he's getting it ... hey! He has a really nice voice, Anna thought,
singing along with Greg's handsome tenor.

"Yeah, they've been together as a band since before we were born. Their old
stuff is pretty good, too, but I really like 16 and 17 the most. I listened to
16 until my first cassette got eaten by my Walkman," he said, his eyes distant
with the memory.

"No way!" Anna said, "16 is my absolute favorite album! Here, let's see if
they have any tracks."

She flipped the little pages over, looking for anything from that album, but
there was only one Chicago selection.

Maybe that was a bit too much, Anna thought, casting a subtle glance at Greg.

"That's okay, I have it in my car. We can listen to it after we eat." He said,
excited to have something in common with her.

"Awesome!" Anna said, working Greg farther along.

The server came along to break up their little moment, and they ordered
dinner. Anna ordered a stack of food: a half-pound burger and fries, some
fruit, and a big vanilla milkshake.

"Could you bring two straws?" she asked the server, and Greg looked at her in
surprise.

"C'mon and share it with me. My coach would kill me if I drank this entire
thing. 'It'll go right to your ass, Johnson,' she'd say," Anna said with a
laugh. "Honestly, I think it would probably travel a little farther north."

She gave her chest a little shake as she said this, and laughed afterward.
Greg had loosened up enough to laugh with her, shooting a glance at her full
breasts.

"Anna?" Greg asked, actually able to initiate a conversation her for the first
time.

"Yes, Greg?"

"What s-" he started, and Anna jumped at the opening.

"Oh ... they're 38FF's ... yeah, every guy asks, don't be embarrassed," she
said as casually as she dared.

"Oh, um ... er, I was going to ask what starting lineup you thought Saeger
Valley would put in the front three ... but, um, that was ... enlightening ...
thanks for sharing." He finished lamely.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Greg. I keep forgetting what a real gentleman you are," she
lied; wanting to impress him with her endowment, which she knew already
impressed him. It didn't quite go how she thought, though.

"Um ... you like stats, so I thought I'd shoot that one out there," she said,
starting to feel embarrassed, a totally new sensation for her. She was so
eager to impress him, but it was starting to feel like she was blowing it.
Maybe she couldn't seduce him like she was so confidently thought she could
... she decided to take another tack.

"Greg?" she started, hesitantly.

"Um, yes, Anna?" he replied.

"I don't know if you know this, but I haven't dated in a long time, ever since
Joey Simmons-" she said

"God, I wanted to KILL that guy!" Greg exclaimed at the mention of his name,
surprising Anna with his vehemence. He froze, and looked up at Anna like he'd
said something wrong.

Anna reached over across the table and took Greg's face in her big hand.

"Aww ... you're such a sweet guy. Thank you!" she said, and he leaned his face
into her hand with a gentle sigh. Again she was confused by the mixed signals,
her desire for Greg to like her confounding her normally razor-sharp people
skills. She took her hand away, uncertain.

"It was hard for me to get close to people after that. He really seemed like a
nice guy, and then he just forced himself on me. That jerk ... I'll bet he
doesn't try that with anyone else!" she gave a little laugh, her bravado
forced.

"I know ... you broke his nose!" Greg said with admiration.

"Yeah, that's not the half of it," she said with a chuckle. "He thought he was
so big and tough ... I showed him he had a thing or two to learn."

"W-wow, really? I know he was benching 235 when he was at offside linebacker
in '87," Greg said, his voice shaking in his excitement. "You really didn't
think he was tough?"

"Yeah, I guess he was tough, but he found out he wasn't as tough as me!" she
said, and gave Greg a wink.

"Yeah, but your usual bench at practices isn't that high ... I never saw you
bench more than 1-" he said, then stopped, realizing he'd tipped his hand.

"Greg, I don't exactly want to advertise to everyone that I'm a big goon, but
I like that you notice. I guess I'm not surprised. As good at keeping stats as
you are, you probably know what all of the girls maxes are in the weight room.
Heck, you probably knew what my bra size was before I told you." She said,
giving him a smile that made his knees shake. "I put up 135 at the school
practices because I don't want people to think I'm some big muscle bound
jock.#

"I ... I really like people, and I don't want them to freak out because of me.
I already get some people who shy away from me because I'm so tall, but I like
that I can talk to almost anyone at school ... I worry if people knew about my
weightlifting they might really shy away, maybe even be afraid of me. I don't
think I could deal with that." Her eyes burned into his, trying desperately to
gauge the tension he was showing. He was practically shaking like a leaf.

"C-can I ask you how much you really bench?" he asked, his mouth dry.

"Do you really want to know?" she said. She was initially surprised, but then
assumed he must be filing her away in his memory banks like just another piece
of sports data. She truly felt like tonight's attempt to snag Greg was lost,
but she was never the kind of person who quit ... at anything.

He couldn't talk, but he shook his head emphatically yes.

"Oh, for the stats, right?" she said uncertainly.

"Um ... yeah," he said back, voice strained, his cock at full salute under the
table.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone," she said, looking down at him.

"I promise!" he said quickly, his eagerness rising. His voice didn't get above
a whisper.

"Okay ... I bench ... are you SURE you won't tell anyone?" she asked.

"I'll never tell another soul on this planet!" he said, dying to know.

"Alright Greg ... I'm going to trust you. I bench 405 for reps." She said, so
calmly he thought he heard wrong.

Greg's head felt like it just exploded.

"WHAT???" Greg said, sitting up, mouth agape. Anna laughed nervously, her
worst fears realized.

"See, I told you people would freak out," she said, crestfallen, unable to
gauge Greg's real reaction. She had already come to the conclusion that he was
afraid of her, so she was fully prepared for that kind of reaction, and
resigned herself to ending her night with him cowering away from her. It
didn't make it hurt any less. Her shoulders slumped at his response.

"I ... I didn't bench that much back when he tried to ... you know," she said,
defensively, "but he really scared me. I had never been scared of someone like
that before. I mean, I knew I was probably stronger than him, but the whole
thing ... it was so ... invasive, it just freaked me out. After that, I really
started lifting for power."

Anna's eyes had started to tear up, but Greg was so blown away with what he
had just heard, he didn't notice at all. He sat, staring straight ahead, his
eyes far off. The wildest fantasies he had ever had of Anna were now utterly
annihilated by this new information. In their place, fevered imaginings that
made Greg's heart pound against his chest took over, threatening to engulf
him. He was having trouble breathing, and Anna mistook it for some sort of
panic attack.

She never quit, though, so she just bulled through to the bitter end, or so
she thought.

"I told myself after Joey tried to rape me that I wouldn't ever let someone
scare me like that again. I felt so helpless... I guess that's how I coped. I
was damned if I was going to be a fucking victim to him or any bastard like
him ever again." Anna, said, tears running down her face. She was thinking
about getting her food to go and eating in her room. Her plan was unraveling,
and all of the fear she felt that night came flooding over her. She felt like
a big powerless, helpless baby, and the thought made her sick. She longed for
the weight room, and swore to put even more weight on the bar tomorrow, and up
her curls.

Greg sat there, eyes glazed, staring directly at Anna's big chest, which was
shaking with her silent tears. She was fighting heroically to force it back
down, and, because of her sheer force of will, they quickly stopped. She wiped
them away with the back of her hand as she looked at Greg in despair.#

Finally, Greg broke the silence.

"Oh my God! You're stronger than most of the football team on bench!" he said,
more to himself than to her, eyes still unfocused, aimed at her chest. "No
wonder you're drilling those spikes so hard center left! I was wondering if
you were winding your body somehow to get more momentum. I thought my eyes
were going to burn a hole in you I studied your form so hard. I just couldn't
figure it out. You have perfect form for the hook, but I had no idea how you
put so much authority in those spikes ... but 405 ... now it makes sense ...
wow ... " he said, with a dreamy look on his face, and it was Anna's turn to
look surprised.

"You're ... you're not freaked out?" she said, totally caught off guard.

How the tables had turned!

"Why would I be?" Greg asked, genuinely surprised. He was still in a daze, and
his mouth just went on autopilot.

"You're the most wonderful person I have ever known, and you have the most
incredible body ever, and you're just so perfect in every way ... I should
have known your strength would be perf-" he gushed ... then suddenly realized
his mouth had just said all of that aloud and turned a brilliant shade of red,
sinking down in his seat.

"Oh my ... Greg! I never thought in a million years you liked me! I thought
you were afraid of me, but I knew you liked my big boobs and I was going to
use them to turn you on ... " she said, putting her own foot in her mouth in
her absolute surprise. "Oh, did I just say that out loud?"

They looked at each other, making eye contact for the first time that evening.
Then they both burst out laughing at their faux pas, and the uncomfortable
tension melted away, to be replaced by a burgeoning sexual tension.

The night took on a whole new turn from that point on, with both of them
chatting animatedly, thrilled that the revelation of their mutual attraction
had come forward.

"I can't believe you like ME!" Greg exclaimed. "You could pick any guy in the
school, heck the county, that you wanted. Every guy at Carson would give their
right arm for you to even notice them!"

"I have liked you since last year, after Joey left. I remember you had put up
all of those posters around the school with him lying on his back with little
x's over his eyes, and me standing there with my arms over my head," Anna
said, shooting him a sweet look at his surprise. "Yeah, I knew you did it. You
weren't exactly secretive about it."

"That bastard. I knew he hurt you, and for the first time, I wished I was
bigger so I could tear him apart! I never wished to be bigger or stronger. I
was always okay with it, you know, it's the cards I was dealt, I guess. I just
... honestly Anna, I didn't even think you knew I existed! I just thought you
said hi to everyone because you are just so nice and friendly," Greg said.

"Well, I used to try to say hi to you because I was worried you were afraid of
me, but then you did that, so I was just confused after that." She said.

"You just ... I can read people, Greg. It's a gift. I could pretty much always
figure out what people wanted. Even Joey, that prick, I knew he wanted to get
in my pants that night, but I misread how he planned do it ... but, enough
about him. He occupies entirely too much of my head as it is. You, I want to
talk about you! I could never read you, Greg. You sent me so many mixed
signals, so I just figured I scared the hell out of you, or something." Her
frustration made its way out through her body language, and the tone of her
voice.

"I second guessed myself about a million times thinking about you! You never
seemed to have trouble talking to the other girls on the team, but you never
noticed when they practically threw themselves at you ... and then for a while
I thought Stacy had you wrapped around her finger, and maybe you didn't want
to talk to me because of her ... but the way you looked at me sometimes ...
guys are so confusing," she said, exasperated.

Greg looked genuinely shocked at her mention of Stacy and the other girls on
the team, and the look on his face was so comical, Anna couldn't help but
laugh. He laughed along with her, finding the humor in the epic misread both
of them had done for the last few years.

"I dunno ... I would see you coming, and you're so ... I just ... you make me
really nervous ... sorry! But it's not because you scare me or something, it's
... you're just so far out of my league ... I'm down in the farm leagues, and
you're a World Series MVP ... there was just no way ... " he stammered, trying
to explain himself.

Anna laughed. "Greg ... you are so sweet, and I had no idea I did that to you
... so much for my incredible skill at reading people!" She looked over at
Greg, who was still floundering. All of the information she just threw at him
was just more than his small outlook of his world could take. She would fix
that!

"You know, you're really cute when you're tongue-tied." She said, and she
leaned across the table and kissed Greg just as the server showed up with
their food.

"Oh!" she said, and starting carrying the tray back toward the kitchen when
Anna broke their quick kiss. Greg pretty much just oozed right out of his
chair as she looked up at the waitress.

"We're sorry. You can come back," Anna said, an easy smile on her face again,
though her makeup was still streaked from her crying, she appeared to have
regained her dignity.#

Even though he was reeling from her kiss, Greg was happy to see her powerful
personality exert itself again. He didn't like the unconfident Anna ... it was
like watching his hero shown as just a person. He again thought of finding
Joey the would-be rapist and removing the male parts of his anatomy.

"Yeah, sorry!" Greg said, heroically trying to recover as the server started
setting plates on the table for the young couple.

"You're a cute couple," the server said, "I hope you enjoy your meal, and the
rest of your date." She turned on her heel to leave the two alone.

"We will, thanks!" Greg said, looking at Anna.

"Yes, I think we will," she said back to him, holding him with her brilliant
blue eyes.

The rest of the meal was surprisingly chaste, with each enjoying their meal,
the conversation light, their eyes continually going back to the other. The
sexual tension was building like a dam about to burst, though. Anna now knew
Greg not only liked her, but he practically worshipped her, and had probably
been doing that from afar for years.#

How could I be so blind? She thought. We could have been together all this
time ...

She enjoyed establishing an unconscious authority over Greg. The meek,
frightened Anna was so alien to her being that it made her distinctly
uncomfortable to even consider, so she started ratcheting up the sexual
tension at the table, using all of her considerable prowess. She would subtly
twirl her hair as she looked at him, or take a bite of food and close her
eyes, and savor the taste, the exuberance washing over Greg like a wave.#

She also began flaunting her "perfect" body for Greg's enjoyment, and to
confirm his reaction to herself. She wanted to get him so excited that he
couldn't stop thinking about her, even though he was pretty much there
already. Anna at one point reached her long legs over to rub against Greg's,
and his eyes lit up as her big legs made contact. She teased him further,
actually picking his little body right up off the seat with her legs that she
had tightened on either side of his hips. She set him down quickly, still not
100% sure his reaction to her strength was completely genuine ... he still had
her second-guessing!

She's so solid! He thought. 405 ... I'm in heaven! I wonder what her curls
are? I'm sure she was goldbricking the 35's if she was undercutting her bench
by a factor of four ... OH MY GOD!

He was so excited he felt like he was about to burst. She just put both of her
feet on either side of his hips and picked him right up off his seat with just
her lower abs! She must be so strong! He couldn't wait to find out! The whole
time his mind was racing he looked in her eyes with the deepest lovesick look.
Anna was in her own version of Heaven, finally realizing that what she was
reading now was really spot-on. He was absolutely crazy about her!

He really is such a cute little guy, Anna thought, as she rubbed her legs
against his. I could just wrap him up in my arms all night!

They were both eager to get out of the restaurant and somewhere more private.
They finished their meal fairly quickly; Anna eating about three times the
amount Greg did. They did, however, have a little squabble over the bill. Greg
snatched up the check as Anna began to reach out for it.

"Please, I insist ... " said Greg, but Anna was adamant.

"No, I said it was my treat, Greg. Please," she said, holding out her hand.

"But, you're my date," he said.

"No, you're MY date ... I'm the one who put the moves on you ... don't you
remember my hook?" she said, and stretched back, arching her big chest toward
Greg. She laughed at Greg's awed gaze.#

"See, like a moth to the flame!" she said, and her chest shook with her
continued laughter. She added a little extra shake to keep his eyes glued
there. She loved the power her breasts had over him, and she was going to show
him just how powerful they were as soon as they got to his car!

"I surrender!" Greg said, and held his hands up. He handed her the check
hesitantly, and Anna made a show of grabbing it from his hand, her eyes
casting him a smoldering look that made him weak in the knees.

Anna got some money out of her pocket, supplementing her travel allowance
money with some of her own personal cash. A small price to pay for such a
perfect night!

"Besides," she said in a conciliatory tone, "you are paying your own gas to
drive all the way over here, and I am traveling with the bus, so you should
save your money," she said.

"I would drive to the end of the earth to be near you, Anna!" he said with
such sincerity that Anna got a little misty eyed.

"You are the sweetest guy," she said again, rising up out of the booth,
putting on her coat and holding her hand out to him. He took it after putting
his own coat on, and they walked out of the restaurant, an unlikely couple.

Chapter Three

Greg's car warmed slowly, but they didn't mind. They sat in the backseat,
"You're the Inspiration" on the stereo. Greg was in Anna's lap, her big legs
stretched between the two front bucket seats, so long they nearly reached the
gearshift. Greg sat high atop her big thighs, his little legs wrapped around
them as she held them together. They made a big firm seat for his little body,
and he was in paradise as he kissed her, his hands on her big tits. They
looked so small resting on those huge, mountainous breasts. He almost wanted
to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

They kissed deeply, Anna's hands resting easily on his thighs, her big hands
nearly wrapping around them.

"Mmmm ... Greg you're a great kisser," she said, sliding her hands up and down
his thighs, sending an electric jolt through his body. She could feel his
cock, so hard in his pants. It pressed into her womanhood as he leaned forward
to kiss her, and it was making her painfully horny. She had been celibate for
two years, and the weight of that time now threatened to burst forth and
overwhelm poor Greg with its sheer power.

"Oh ... so are you ... . and your body ... Oh my God!" he said, and she
laughed, her big chest shaking his hands as they rested on it.

She brought her hands up to cover his, as his embarrassment made him start
taking his hands away.

"No, I love them there," she said, "they feel so good."#

"Oh do they ever!" he exclaimed, giving her breasts a good squeeze through her
t-shirt, his hands disappearing into her full chest. She laughed again.

"Would you like to see them?" she asked, in her lowest, sexiest voice. She now
knew exactly how to push Greg's buttons, and loved how her breasts really
turned him on.

She reveled in making him so hot for her that he was going to burst. In her
passive-aggressive way, it was her way of establishing dominance over him.#

"God, yes!" he said in a whisper, like he was afraid to speak up lest he lose
the chance.

"Would you like to take off my shirt, honey?" she asked, and his hands
instantly moved to comply.

He grasped her shirt at the hem and started lifting it up with shaky hands
over her taut stomach, her defined abs standing out in stark relief.

"It's okay, honey. I only want to please you tonight. You can do anything you
want with me," she said, surprised at the words coming from her mouth. For so
long she had been so afraid to let a man even touch her, but with Greg it was
just ... right.#

He is so safe, she thought, so kind and gentle, and he's so small and ...
perfect ... for me.

She put her big hands over his trembling hands, and slid her shirt slowly
upward with him, heightening the tease. Her tight abs were in full view now,
and her shirt rose up to the point where the bottom her huge bra appeared. It
was black and lacy, and she kept the slow pace, her massive breasts coming
into view achingly slowly. As her shirt rose farther, her bra turned out to be
a demi-cup, and as the naked tops of her full, firm breasts came into view,
Greg's mouth actually watered.

Greg let out a gasp as he realized just how remarkably big her chest was, and
she looked in his eyes, a big smile on her lips as she watched his amazed
face.

"Are they big enough for you, baby?" she teased, and Greg just couldn't handle
not holding her breasts any more. His hands slipped off the shirt and cupped
her perfect globes, sinking his hands deep into their supple flesh. She took
over from Greg, and lifted her shirt up over her head, difficult in the tight
confines of the little coupe. She had to lean forward to bring the shirt fully
off her body, and Greg took the opportunity to push his face into her huge
chest, nuzzling her breasts with his face, planting kisses on the massive
amount of cleavage exposed by her bra.#

Once her shirt was off, she lay back, enraptured by the feel of his small
hands and face on her as he caressed her body. She was so wet now that her
panties were practically flooded, and her scent filled the small cabin of the
car.

"Ooooh, that feels so good, Greg!" she moaned as he continued to fondle her.
Her big nipples began to rise from the stimulation, and she let out little
moans of pleasure.

"Oh, Greg, don't stop. Oh ... it feels so good. I've been waiting so long for
your touch." She said, and dropped her shirt.#

She reached her arms back to unfasten her bra, leaning forward again to let
her arms in between her back and the seat. As she leaned forward, she pressed
her massive breasts into Greg's overmatched hands, practically burying his
head between them. His hands dropped to her lap, forced downward by her
breasts' great weight.

"They're so big!" he exclaimed as he came up for air. His hands pressed even
deeper into the soft flesh.

"Mmm, hmm ... . and they're all yours!" she said, and released her bra hooks.

Greg felt the bra go loose in his hands, and Anna slid her own hands back
around to cup his own on her breasts.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"So ready!" Greg almost cried in his eagerness, and she lifted their hands,
her bra coming up off her chest.

Her huge breasts dropped slightly as their support was removed, but Greg was
amazed that they dipped so little, still standing high on her chest. They were
perfect! Big and round, their form was just a tiny bit pendulous, so they hung
down just above her abs. Her big nipples then came into view, and they took
Greg's breath away! They were so thick and full, just begging to be sucked.

She let go of Greg's hands, and gently pulled her big bra away, dropping it on
the floor. Then she took Greg's hands back in her own, guiding them over her
wondrous breasts, moving them to her engorged nipples, moaning loudly as his
hands grasped them, pinching them tightly.

Anna let out a loud moan, and Greg lost all control. He moved both hands over
to one big breast and moved his face down to her big nipple, putting his mouth
over it and sucking hard. He buried his face deep into her breast, desperately
working her big nipple in his mouth.

It was heaven! Anna cried out from the intense sensation, and rocked her big
hips up into his, causing his little body to rise up on her big thighs as she
tensed them in her excitement. He continued to suckle her breast, kneading his
hands into the sides, pushing his face in so far that it completely
disappeared to her sight.

She brought her face back in to kiss Greg again, and pulled his little body
into hers, her arms irresistible as they enfolded him neatly. He succumbed
utterly, melting into her, his small chest pushed into her massive breasts.
She held him in her embrace a little longer, their tongues dancing against
each other, then she lowered his face to her other breast, and he suckled
greedily, hefting her huge fleshy mass with both hands.

She again cried out in ecstasy, pushing his head deep into her breast with her
hand. Greg let go of it with one hand, seeking out her other nipple. He
suckled one and starting twisting and tugging on the other, and Anna went over
the edge, her whole powerful body tensing up as she achieved climax. She
lifted her body up, bumping Greg's head against one of the convertible top's
support ribs. He barely noticed as he kept suckling against her, her big chest
shaking with her intense passion.

"Oh, I need you now, Greg!" she said, and she lifted them both up, using the
muscles in her legs and ass, so she could slide her hands down to her hips and
shuck off her jeans. Greg still lay atop her body, and he moved his own body
up her long torso as she slid off her pants and panties. The big muscles in
her legs and ass barely noticed Greg's weight as she held him suspended on
her, still suckling away.

A mustang convertible isn't the most spacious place for making out, but they
managed to make it work. Anna finally got her pants off, and she settled back
down onto the seat. She was so incredibly horny, but Greg seemed to be
perfectly content to play with her big boobs, so she lay back and enjoyed the
sensation. He looked so cute sucking on her big boobs, she thought. With a
small chuckle, she realized that his head was about the same size as the big
breast he was attached to.

Eventually Greg looked up into her smiling face, her eyes closed as she
enjoyed his attention on her breasts, and she took the moment he stopped
suckling to reach down and grasp his penis through his pants, giving him the
subtle hint that it was time to step it up a notch. He got the picture, and
started struggling to get his pants off. Even though they had both front seats
pushed forward as far as they would go, Anna's big body made maneuvering in
the back seat a challenge, and he kept bumping into her big body as he fought
with his pants.

Anna watched with amusement for a minute, then decided she needed to help if
he was ever going to get inside her.

"Let me help, baby," she said, and he looked up at her. "Come here and lay
your head on my boobs."

He leaned his body into her, nestling between her big breasts, and Anna
reached past him toward his hips. He already had them undone, but they were
only partway down over his hips. She reached under him, lightly brushing his
erect penis for a second. She got a shiver as she touched him, and she felt
him respond, her hand getting a trail of pre-cum on it from his excitement.#

Her big right hand spanned the entire front of his hips, two of her fingers
moving around his surprisingly large penis, and she rested his hips on her
hand. Then she just lifted up with her incredibly strong arm, and his whole
body came right off the floor of the car, his face burying itself deep into
her huge breasts. His hands went up to her breasts, surprised at the sudden
loss of balance.#

She took her other arm, and pulled his jeans from the back, working them off
his hips and down his thighs. She had to tug a little, since it seemed like he
got the zipper stuck partway down, which made the waistband tight around the
fullest part of his little hips. She hoped she didn't hurt him too much when
she yanked them down, but otherwise it would have taken way too long for her
tastes.

Greg was just astonished. When she told him her bench, he registered in his
head that she must be extremely strong, but this was incredible. She lifted
his entire 110 pounds easily with just her right arm, and she didn't seem to
strain in the least. He lifted his head up from her big boobs, and she craned
her neck down and planted a little kiss on his nose as he looked up.

"I thought you were going to get lost in there for a while. Just think of all
the fun you would have missed," she joked, and pulled his pants down to his
ankles.

"I don't want to miss a thing, but your boobs are so amazing ... I think I did
get lost in them!" he said with a laugh, and she laughed back. The fact that
her big body just overwhelmed him so much was a real turn on for her, and she
felt a tingle in her womanhood as her libido responded to this latest mental
stimulation. He was so little and sweet, and she just wanted to fold him up in
her big strong arms and protect him from the entire world.

"Hang on a second, baby, let me get your shoes. Do you want to lay on my arm
for a second?" she asked him, holding his hips still on her palm.

He complied and leaned over, placing his full body weight onto her big right
arm. It didn't even dip when he did that! She actually raised his entire body
up a little higher, his legs curling up a little for her to reach his shoes,
and she worked them off with her left hand, dropped them to the floor. Then
she gently slid his pants off his ankles and flung them toward the front of
the car.

"Adios, pants!" she said, and she moved her arm over to her body, pushing his
face into her big right breast. "Let me bring you up here so I can get more
comfortable."

She slid her left hand up his leg to his hip, and grasped both hips in her
hands. Then she lifted his entire body up off her and moved him slowly up,
smiling up at him as she eased herself further down the back seat. She spread
her long legs and placed them each on the backs of the front seats, making a
nice opening to put Greg's body between her legs.

Greg hung from her mighty arms, and looked down to her neatly shaved pussy.
She was so wet, he saw, and she was so ready for him. He held onto her big
arms, running his hands over her big biceps and triceps, so big and swollen
from holding his 110 pounds above her like it was nothing.

"This has to be the most sexy thing I've even felt!" he said to her as he hung
in her arms. "God, I love how incredibly strong you are, Anna! I never would
have thought you could lift me like this, and I watched you lift and condition
for the last two years! I think you are the strongest, sexiest woman on the
planet!"

His adoration of her powerful body make her even wetter, and she almost came
from her realization of how much more powerful she was than him.

"It's really turning me on when you talk about how strong I am, Greg. Would
you like to see more?" she said.

"Oh my God, would I ever! Your muscles turn me on so much!" he breathed, and
moved his face over to her big bicep, and ran both hands over it, kissing it's
big rounded surface, sliding his tongue over her powerful arm.

His tongue sent a chill to the core of her being, and she felt a sudden orgasm
build, washing over her so fast she didn't realize it until she was trembling
in its wake, poor Greg shaking in her grasp like a leaf in the wind.

She looked up at him with concern once she came down from her climax, and
realized that her powerful orgasm had tossed his little body about like a
feather, and he was so turned on by her powerful display that he came himself,
and her body from hips to chest was covered in his seed.

He looked so disappointed as he hung from her grasp.

"I'm so sorry Anna! I've been so turned on, and I've been trying so hard not
to come this whole time ... " he said, disappointment clearly visible on his
face.

"It's okay, Greg, honey," she said, and lowered his body back down to kneel in
front of her. "Let's just get me cleaned up and we can lay together for a
while. I would like that so much."

He turned around and stretched up to the glovebox where he knew he had a
travel pack of tissues. Maybe he should start carrying something more
effective as cleaning messes, he thought, then realized that he had a roll of
paper towels in the trunk.

"Hang on a second," he said, and Anna's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he
reached up, grabbed the keys out of the ignition, and dashed out the door,
totally naked!

"Greg, wha-" she said, and stopped as he slammed the door behind him.

She heard him open the trunk and move some things around, then close the trunk
with a bang, and soon he was back in the car. In his arms were a roll of paper
towels, his soap, a bottle of water, and the wash cloth from his overnight
bag.

She just looked at him, totally amazed! He was so prepared for everything, she
thought, and he threw the water bottle up on the dashboard and turned up the
heat to high.

The old Mustang didn't heat up fast, big it got blazingly hot once it did, and
soon the water was actually warm. They killed the time by Greg gently,
lovingly wiping the come off her big body with paper towels, and Anna stopping
him every so often to pull him up to her face, kissing him with such passion
that his knees got weak. Then they would make out, Greg's hands dropping his
items on the seat next to them. They would break off, and he would pick up
again, sliding his hands over her body with such loving care that Annas' heart
just melted. 'God, he really does worship me,' she thought, and smiled at him
as he went over every inch of her body, as meticulous in this task as in every
aspect of his life.

"Let me take care of you now, my beautiful perfect goddess," he said, and
reached for the water bottle.

He squirted some of the now almost hot water onto his washcloth, and soaped it
up lightly. He tossed the water bottle back up onto the dash, then he ran the
cloth over her body, cleaning every inch of her torso from her hips up to her
big breasts. As he finished, he would towel her off with a paper towel, and
just fling the used ones forward toward the driver's side footwell. She was
delighted with this almost servile worship of her body, and her libido began
to rise again with his touch. How little did she know when she thought he
would be a good boyfriend, just how good he would be. She was just blown away
by his attention to her, after so many years of not wanting to let a man
close, for fear of a repeat of her violation of trust. How sad she was, she
thought, that all this time Greg would have given anything to be with her, and
she had mistook his shy desire for fear. She resolved to make up for all of
that lost time.

He stopped once to wring out the wash cloth, opening the door briefly,
completely ignoring the cold outside. The chill air rushed over Anna's big,
partly wet body, sending a delicious thrill through her. She shivered with
delight, as Greg's erotic ministrations ignited both her and his passion anew.
She could see he was already partially erect from running his hands all over
her big, muscled physique.

"How about I treat you while you're treating me?" she said, and he looked up
at her. "Keep going baby, and I'll show you what I mean."

Greg smiled and nodded, and got back to his careful, loving cleaning of her
body, the heat from the car heater making the small cabin of the coupe
tropically hot.

Anna now used her body to get him back to full attention, flexing up her body
every place he touched her. He ran his cloth up over her big breasts, and she
flexed her powerful pecs slowly, and her breasts rose up several inches.
Greg's eyes got as wide as saucers as he watched her move her breasts with her
powerful pecs alone, and she chuckled a little at his reaction.

"Oooh, do you like that? Do you want to see me bounce my boobs with my chest
muscles?" she teased, and he shook his head eagerly.

She stretched up her big arms and laced her hands behind her head, flexing her
big biceps for his benefit as she did. His eyes ran up from her chest to her
arms, the look of awe on his face making her tingle. She then flexed her pecs
slowly, her breasts rising up as she did so.

"Do you like me to do it fast or slow?" she asked, looking at his enraptured
face.

"I just like to watch your big muscles flex, I don't care how you do it." He
said, mesmerized by her big muscle's interplay on her body. "God, your body is
so incredible. I just can't believe how strong every inch of you is!"

"I love it that you're so turned on by my body." She said in her sexiest
voice. "I want to show you every inch of it, and I want you to feel how strong
I am. It's making me so wet that you're turned on by how that."

Her voice and her words had the unsurprising effect of making Greg totally
hard again, and his penis rose up its full seven inches, pretty impressive for
a little guy, she thought.#

"I want your big cock in me so bad, but first I'm going to tease you so hard
that I might make you come again. Would you like that, Greg." She asked him,
wanting more than anything in the world to please him at that moment.

"Please, Anna. Please show me how strong you are. I've dreamed so many times
of seeing you naked like this, and you are so much more incredible than my
fantasies made you out to be. I just want to hold onto you forever!" he was
almost crying as he said those words, and Anna's eyes got teary from his
confession. She started her muscle tease for Greg, so eager to make him happy.

"I am SO strong, Greg. I'll bet I'll amaze you. Do you want me to tell you how
much weight I lift when nobody else is looking?" she said, flexing up her
entire body as he watched, his eyes sweeping over every inch of her, his hand
subconsciously reaching for his penis as he watched her big body from his
position kneeling between her huge thighs. Her entire body was laid out in
front and above him, and he almost felt as if he was kneeling at his own
private altar, a temple of his own mind's creation, and the goddess that he
had worshipped for so many years, now a mortal reality, the dream made flesh.

"Put your hands on my thighs, Greg. Feel how powerful they are." She said, and
he moved automatically to feel them, his hand instantly leaving his penis. He
ran both hands over her left thigh, and she almost came from his gentle touch.
Her body shivered visibly as he made contact with her skin, and he bent his
body down to kiss her thigh. As his lips made contact, she flexed her quads as
hard as she could, and his entire body lifted up several inches as the massive
muscles expanded, almost lifting his body off the floor.

"Do you know how much weight is on the stack for the leg press?" she asked
Greg.

"No," he said, as he kissed her thigh everywhere he could, and she let out a
low growling moan from the sensation of him worshipping her body anew.

"How much do you weigh, baby?" she asked, and he told her.

"There is over twelve times your body weight," she said, "and I can lift it SO
easily with my big strong legs. I had the weight room to myself one night, and
I pressed it fifty times before I couldn't do it any more. I'll bet I could
pick your whole body up like it weighed nothing just by flexing with my big
quads. Would you like me to do that to you some time?"

"Yes please, my goddess," he moaned and kissed her thigh with renewed vigor.

"Good. I would love to do that to turn you on," she said, and gently lifted
his head with her hand to look in her eyes. "I want to please you so bad,
Greg. I never thought I would want to get down on my knees and do anything for
a man, not after what happened to me. But I want so bad to please you ... I'll
do anything you want me to do!" She had tears in her eyes now.

"Anna, I am so unworthy of you! I am your slave!" he said, his eyes running
freely with tears.

"I am your slave just as much as you are mine," she said, and pulled his body
up into her arms.

They held each other for a few minutes, each overcome with emotions so
powerful they could not speak, holding each other tightly, Anna squeezing Greg
powerfully into her huge breasts, his little body almost lost in them.

The young lovebirds were so lost in the moment they were surprised by
headlights in their fogged up windows. Startled, they scrambled for their
clothes as the lights got brighter in the windshield. Someone must be parking
right next to them!

"Oh, shit!" Greg said, as he scrambled into the front seat for his pants and
underwear. Anna was more cool about it and reached down for her own pants,
sliding them calmly up over her big legs and buttoning them up.

"Oh, hell, Anna! I can't get my underwear out of my fly! I zipped them up in
there." He said in a panic.

"It's okay, honey. Hand them back," she said as she fastened her bras hooks up
on her belly, sliding the band around to her back.

Greg handed his pants back to her, and, sure enough, his boxer shorts were
sticking out a half inch in the metal teeth of his fly. She laughed, and shot
Greg a heart-melting smile as he stared back at her, eyes wide.

"No wonder we had so much trouble!" she said, still calm, and put her strong
hands to work getting his underwear out of the zipper. "Just put your shirt on
baby, and hop over into the driver's seat."

She made short work of the problem, and handed his pants up to him. The lights
had gotten very close, then turned off. The occupants of the car are probably
getting out now, maybe it was the police, wondering what this car was doing in
this parking lot. The little blue digital lights on the radio indicated it was
only 10:30 pm, and the restaurant was still open, but their car was the only
one in the main parking lot. The employees must have parked around the side.

Anna by now had completely gotten herself dressed, and was just shaking out
her hair when there was a light tap on the driver's side window. She slid her
big body into the passenger seat when Greg started cranking the window open.

Standing there was a state trooper, looking at the kids with a stern face.

"What are you kids doing in there?" he asked.

"We're just talking, sir," Greg said, totally flustered. He had managed to get
his pants and shirt on, but he was still barefoot. Anna however was totally
composed, and she had tucked her shirt in, stretching it tight over her huge
chest. She stuck it out as far as she could, hoping that the trooper would be
distracted enough by her figure to not notice Greg's state of undress.

He looked in at her, and his eyes betrayed him, as he cast her a quick glance,
taking in her voluptuous body.

"Well, sir, we were kissing a little ... " she said shyly, giving the trooper
her most innocent look.

"Listen, kids. You can't do that here. Why don't you get the car going and
find somewhere a little more private, okay?" he said, his attitude softening,
still drinking in her incredible body.

"Yes sir, we will. Thank you!" Greg said.

"You kids drive safe now," the officer said, and turned to walk back to the
prowler he had come from. They could hear him laugh as he walked away.

The lights came back on and the kids could tell the car was backing out of the
parking lot.

Anna looked over at Greg, and she laughed out loud. He looked like a deer
caught in the headlights. She reached over and ran her hand through his hair.

"Hey, sweetie. You did great. He thought we were cute." She said, and he
relaxed visibly at her touch.

He cranked the window back up, and turned on the defroster. The windows were
so fogged from the heat and humidity of their passion that Greg had to take
the remainder of the paper towels and mop the side and windows so he could
see. He crawled around the cabin, wiping off the windows. Anna couldn't help
squeezing his cute little ass as he bent toward the back of the car, and he
gave a little yelp, which caused her to laugh loudly.

"I can't stop grabbing your cute little butt!" she said, and he laughed.

"I haven't had a chance to grab yours yet, but I'm looking forward to it!" he
said.

"Maybe if you're a good boy, you'll get a chance soon!" she said, and his cock
stirred in his pants.

The defroster did its work well once the water bottle was taken off the vents,
and they pulled out of the parking lot once they could see the road. The drive
to the hotel was painfully short for the new lovebirds, and soon they were
standing outside Anna's room.

"I feel like we didn't have enough time," Anna said to Greg, looking down from
her imposing height. "Maybe we'll have some time after tomorrow's practice."

"I'll be there at courtside, cheering you on, beautiful!" Greg said.

Anna swept Greg into a hug, pressing his face into her big breasts. She then
held him under the arms and raised his body slowly upward, his face coming up
to meet hers. Greg hung in Anna's arms, and kissed her passionately, his feet
eight inches off the ground.

"I had a really wonderful time tonight, Greg!" Anna said.

"Me too!" he replied, and Anna let him slowly slide down her big body, feeling
every curve, every muscle.

Anna hesitantly opened the door to her room and stepped through. She bent down
quickly and gave Greg one last kiss, and saying a quick "good night!" closed
the door.

Chapter Four

Greg made his way down the hallway to his own room. Since he was the only boy
making this trip, he had the luxury of not having to share a room. He was
saving the school money by not needing school funded transportation, so they
were generous enough to give him a decent room with a queen-sized bed. Since
he was a boy traveling with a team full of girls, the coach had placed his
room at the end of the block of rooms, with his being the very last room on
this wing of the motel. The side door to the outside was right next to the
door to his room.

It looked big and lonely to him now, given that he just spent the last several
hours with the woman of his dreams. He looked longingly back down the hallway
to Anna's room, and sighed.

He got the key in the door, went in, and mechanically droned through the
routine of getting ready for the night. He debated a shower, then decided to
just get into a pair of shorts and t-shirt for bed. He had brushed his teeth
and was in his sleep clothes, and turned down the bed to get in.

A quiet knock on her door startled him, and he went over to look through the
little eyehole. He saw Anna standing there, in her own sleep clothes: he could
see her big breasts straining a tight teddy from his vantage. She looked
nervously down the hall from the direction she came.

He opened up quickly, and she was on him in a flash, pulling him off his feet
into her arms, kissing him with urgency. She picked him up off the floor so
strongly that his body just flew into hers, her big breasts stopping his
forward momentum like two big air bags.

"I can't stay away!" she whispered urgently as their kiss broke, "My roommate
is asleep ... but we have to be really quiet. The entire team is all around us
on this floor, and the coach is only three doors down! I could hear lots of
voices as I snuck down here. Stacy is on the other side of our wall!"

"I'll be as quiet as I can," he said, wrapped tightly in Anna's strong
embrace. "I'm so glad you came! I wasn't looking forward to lying here
thinking about you all night."

Anna walked into Greg's room and pushed the door closed. She held Greg in her
big arms as they kissed with renewed passion. Greg's legs went around Anna's
waist as they kissed, and his arms went around her neck, pulling his body
tightly into her. Her hands slipped down his back to cup his ass, pressing his
crotch into her incredible abs.

It wasn't that early: about 11 o'clock. But the coach, who usually did the pep
talking on the bus on the way back, issued the standing order: lights out at
11, no frolicking around. In all likelihood only Anna's roommate had any idea
she was not back yet, and she was sound asleep. None of the girls were out and
about, and their mental discipline was such that they realized and appreciated
that the upcoming game was such a high stakes one.

Anna herself, being the team captain, had had pangs of regret in disobeying
the coaches' rules. She couldn't help herself, though. She had to be with
Greg!#

She held his little body out at her arm's length, her hands still on his ass.
He just marveled at her incredible strength, and his hands went to her big
biceps, cupping them in his palms. She smiled at him and flexed them for him.
She slowly lifted his body up with her biceps alone, showing him just how easy
it was for her to pick him up. Her awesome peaks pumped up to amazing heights,
and his seated ass was slightly higher than her head as she held him in her
palms.#

"Would you like to see how strong just one of my arms is, baby?" she said
quietly up to him, and kissed his thighs which were hanging right next to her
lips.

"Oh, so much, Anna!" he said his voice a hiss through his clenched teeth. He
was now fully erect, and her display of effortless power aroused him as easily
as it had in his car.

"Okay, hold onto my left hand ... we'll start with my weak arm," she said, and
Greg put his hands down as Anna shifted his weight slightly to cup his entire
ass in one hand. She then took her other hand away, and his entire body was
held in one palm, a little over her head height! She held his body the way a
shotput thrower holds the heavy metal sphere prior to release.

"Oh my God!" he said in a low moan, trying his best to keep his voice down.
Anna looked up and noticed.

"I can see how much you like that ... but how about this?" she said, and
looking right into his awed face, she slowly pushed his entire body weight up
from her shoulder until her arm was at full extension! His eyes bulged as he
realized she was pushing 110 pounds up over her head with one hand, and making
it look easy.#

"Isn't that hard for you at all?" he asked her, about ready to explode in his
pants.

"No, baby," she teased, "you are so light, my little lover! I could do this a
dozen times before I started to have to work. Do you want to see?"

"I do," he said, so overawed by her unbelievable strength that he barely dared
to breathe.

"Do you want to count for me?" she said, her radiant smile a testament to the
fact that she was using a fraction of her power to lift his body like this.

Greg counted Anna's reps. She got to her promised dozen, her arm shaking
slightly at 12, and she held him up at arm's length again. She had put her
other hand on her hip like a comic book superheroine, puffing her big chest
out and trying her best to look the part.

"Oh ... . Anna," he said, practically swooning in her hand. "I never would
have imagined in my wildest dreams."

"I love how turned on you are, Greg!" she said, her voice low. "This is my
personal best, and I still don't feel tired. I don't think I could have done
this in the weight room, but I feel so strong with you ... I feel like I can
do another dozen! Hang on!"

She pushed through another eight reps with his weight, pushing the last one up
with a shaky arm. Greg held onto her hand, his seat becoming precarious. She
still managed to get him all the way up, and held him there. She looked up at
him with such a predatory look that he was momentarily frightened.

"Honey, I better balance out," she said, and moved his body up to directly
above her head.#

"Help me out." She said as she started switching hands with him. He did a
little hop with his hands on her own hand, and scooted his butt over to her
other hand. She moved his body over to the side, and did a dozen reps with his
body like it was nothing.

"See, this is my strong arm," she teased, taking a short set break, then
pushed his body up another dozen times, the last one coming as a struggle.

She brought him back down, and he looked like his eyes were going to roll back
into his head.

"Can I feel your arms now that they're so pumped?" he asked, almost begging.

"Of course you can, sweetie. I knew you would want to," she replied, and she
kneeled, setting his body down in front of her and bringing both of her
massive arms up and striking a double biceps pose for him.

Her arms were at just below chest height with her on her knees, and her arms
were hugely swollen with the effort she had made, their incredible peaks
rising like two majestic mountains. He leaned into her right arm, rubbing his
face all over her bicep, planting kisses on it, on the big veins that were now
standing out on her arm. Greg ran his hands over the incredible curves, all
the way up to her shoulders, which she also flexed up hugely for him. He
kissed his way over every inch of her shoulder to her neck, and kissed the
strong muscles in her neck, with Anna bending her head away for him to more
easily reach every little spot. He dropped to his knees so he could reach up
to kiss her neck, and her big arms came down and draped heavily around him,
enfolding him in their amazing power. He felt like he was encircled by his own
impenetrable fortress, the king in his castle.

"I have never felt more love for anyone in my entire life," he breathed as he
nuzzled into her neck, and her breathing quickened with his use of the word
"love".

"Are you telling me you love me after a few hours together?" she said, and he
didn't waste a second in his response.

"I have been in love with you even before I started doing stats for the team,"
he said. You are the only reason I ever joined the team. I have been in love
with you from the moment I saw you at Carson when I was a freshman."

"Oh, Greg! I can't believe you just told me that. I feel so special. I was
thinking that we would make a great couple because you are so wonderful, and
now I know it more than anything. I feel like I've been so dumb in not
realizing you liked me as much as I like you, and like I've wasted so much
time by not being with you. I almost want to cry. We'll never get those two
years back!" she said and she pulled him tightly to her, her head leaning down
onto his shoulder, her huge breasts overwhelming both her teddy and Greg's
small chest.

"I don't think we missed anything." He said. "I've been so blessed to have
been a part of the team, and to have watched you become the incredible athlete
you are, and I'm proud to have been a part of your state championship and your
all-state MVP award last year. I have all of your newspaper photos, and I've
been close to you, and I wouldn't have traded these last two years of being
near you, of loving you from across the room, for anything.#

"I don't want to regret not being more brave and asking you out. Maybe if we
had dated two years ago, before you felt your fear, you may not have given me
a second glance ... I know you've always been so beautiful and charming and
perfect, but maybe this happened now because it would never have worked any
other time BUT now. Maybe if we had tried before, we wouldn't have made it or
wouldn't have felt what we feel now. I know I was a different person then. I
don't think I would have had the maturity to have been able to realize I could
be with a goddess. If you had told me yesterday, I would have never have
believed it! I just keep waiting to wake up in my bed, finding out that this
is too perfect to be true, that you are too perfect for me."

Greg held his head in the crook of Anna's neck, and her tears dropped down
onto his head, the rain of his goddess on him. She bent down into his shoulder
and buried her own face into his neck, holding him almost painfully close.

"I'm so happy right now, Greg! I don't ever want this feeling to end," she
cried on his shoulder, and he held onto her.

He was past crying now, past wondering how he could be so lucky. He held her,
determined to make her so happy she would never have a reason to doubt him or
cast him aside. He was still riddled with doubts, but he was given such a
golden opportunity, he couldn't possibly second guess this#

They stayed that way for what seemed like hours. Eventually Anna loosened her
hold on Greg and got to her feet, towering skyward and looking down at Greg.

He was still kneeling, so her incredible body seemed like it stretched on
forever. Her pussy was now right in Greg's face, her tight shorts making her
puffy labia majora stand out, clearly outlined. He pressed his face into her
shorts and kissed her womanhood through them, sliding his arms around her
massive thighs, each bigger around than his chest.

"Oh ... . My ... . God!" she cried, trying but not quite succeeding at being
quiet. She jammed her hand into her mouth to keep from screaming, her legs
turning to jelly. She stumbled back, dragging Greg's body with her like he was
nothing, until she fell back onto the bed, the swinging motion of her legs at
she fell launching Greg upward.

She reached up and caught him in mid-flight, pulling him back down onto her
incredible body. She slowly lowered him to her waiting lips and gave him a
passionate kiss. Then she lifted his body back up to hold him at arm's length
above her.

"Oh, honey, you have done so much for me tonight. Let me do something for you
to drive you wild!" she said.

"You have been, Anna! I think I was about to die when you picked me up with
just one arm!" he said, still recovering from just having been flung skyward
by her big thighs. "And when you tell me how strong you are and how easy it is
for you to lift me up, I just feel like I'm going to come on the spot. Your
talk turns me on as much as your muscles do!"

"Oh ... I like that," she said, still holding him above her. "How about this?
I'm so strong that I could lift you up over my head even if you were TWICE as
heavy as you are now ... how do you like that? Maybe I can get a dumbbell that
weighs as much as you and you can hang on it and I'll lift you and it up with
my big strong arm. Or maybe I'll get under the weight bench and lay you across
the barbell and put three hundred pounds on it and bench press four of you ...
would you like that. I would do it so smoothly, too, Greg. I would just lower
you down to my great big boobs ... like this," and she lowered him to press
down onto her big soft boobs.

"And then I'd lift you, just a tiny bit and stop, like this," she said, and
picked him up off her chest just a few inches, her big chest heaving from the
excitement. "And then I'd use these big strong muscles to push your little
body so slowly upward and show you just how easy it is for me. Maybe I might
take such a long time, and I'd go so slow ... and just flex my great big arms
as hard as I could while I lifted your body up so high." She slowly pushed him
upward as she teased him, doing exactly what she said. Greg's body crawled
upward at a snail's pace, her amazing arms moving so slow they barely seemed
to move, yet his body rose effortlessly.

"And maybe I would move your body down so your face was right over my great
big boobs, like this," she said, and Greg's body moved horizontal to the bed,
his head traveling downward until she held his body by his hips, her arms
fully extended but at a 45 degree angle to her body. He could feel how her
arms had to stabilize his weight in such an awkward position, and her entire
torso stood out, flexed up tightly, the incredible muscles each standing out
in relief as they swelled from holding his body above her. "And then I'd lower
your face to just above them, so you could see how big and juicy my nipples
are, right there by your face. Why don't you pull my shirt up, honey?"

As she said it, she did it, and his face was inches above her huge left
breast. Lying on her back like she was, it's awesome size was readily
apparent, since it spread out a bit, its diameter greater than Greg's head.#

He reached down toward her, and lifted her shirt up, sliding it up her
incredible chiseled core, lifting it up toward him to lift over her massive
breasts. He made sure he lifted it high enough that it grazed her sensitive
nipples as he pushed it up over the slopes of her breasts, leaving it just
above her breasts on her powerful pectoral muscles, which stood up, flexed
hard as she held Greg so easily above her.

Her big nipple was semi-erect, and he blew down on it, fascinated as the skin
of her areola contracted, and her big nipple began its ascent toward his
mouth. She shivered with the breeze on her big nipple, which was rapidly
engorging, going from big to huge, rising up off her chest.

"Oh, what a great idea. You can't get to my nipple because I'm holding you up,
but my nipple can come to you." She said, and, incredibly, her big nipple rose
and harderned, reaching toward Greg. He was so close to being pushed over the
edge by Anna's talk and actions, that his cock was leaking pre-cum, wetting
the front of his shorts, the spot now visible through the fabric.

"Oh, I can feel your body shaking, Greg. Is it hard to keep your body so
straight like that as you hang there weightless in my big arms. They're so
powerful, aren't they, Greg? And you know what? Every time I hold you here
like this, they'll get even bigger, and stronger, and make your little body
that much easier to lift up so high, and then my big nipple will have to
stretch even further up to reach you, won't it? Maybe you can reach it if you
try ... "

Greg couldn't take the teasing any more and he reached desperately toward her
breast, toward that huge nipple that teased him so mercilessly inches from his
face. He slid his hand over the surface of her big breast, and Anna pushed his
little body skyward again, and her longer reach kept his own hands lifting off
her chest. His fingertips grazed over her big nipple, causing her to moan.

"God you have me so wet, Greg. I love how small and helpless you are in my
arms. I love to hold you so high up there and watch how you're so turned on by
my big muscles. I love that I'm going to get stronger and stronger, Greg. I
will lift so much heavier now that I know how much you love it. Maybe in a
little while I'll be able to lift you and maybe even your car as you sit in
it. What do you think of that? I could just lay under there, and benchpress it
right off the ground!"

Greg was shaking now, beginning a mind-blowing orgasm from all of the
sensation, and his cock swung around in his shorts as it began to launch its
seed. Anna brought his body down to hers, pushing his face into her breast,
and captured his cock between her thighs, pushing his cock gently upward until
the glans rested against his belly, pressed tightly against her massive
thighs. She flexed her thighs, and his little body rose on their massive
forms, his cock in the cleft between them, and Greg came so hard, shoving his
own hand in his mouth so he didn't yell. He felt his come spray into his
shorts, blasting into them in the small gap between their bodies, the warm
sticky semen pooling in his shorts, wedged into the tight chasm made by her
pressed-together thighs. She put her one big hand on his head, pushing him
further into her breast as he came, and her other hand rested against his
back, holding him tightly to her. She kept up a rhythmic flexing of her
thighs, and Greg almost felt like he was on a waterbed, the motion of her
thighs rising and falling with the contraction and relaxation, feeling like
waves on the sea.

"Oh, that was so good, baby. I made you come and I didn't even touch you. Even
my words are stronger than you!" she said, and squeezed him tightly to her.
"Thank you for coming for me, Greg. Did I make you happy?"

Greg was actually crying now from the relentless tease and release, the
overwhelming emotions of the last several hours finally breaking down his
body's ability to cope. Anna reached down and slid his body up over her huge
breasts and rested his head on the upper slope of her breast, his head tucked
under her chin. She bent her neck down and kissed him softly on top of his
head, and let him lie on her big body, so much bigger than his that he didn't
touch the bed anywhere. He lay atop this incredibly sexy and powerful woman,
wanting to just crawl right into her, become one with her, and feel her power
so completely that it made his body wrack with sobs. She held him tight,
feeling his little body shake, and shushed him gently, kissing him on his
head.

"That's my baby. Let it all out. I'll take care of you and keep you safe in my
big strong arms." She said in a soothing voice as his body just gave out. He
started drifting to sleep, so safe and warm in her arms.

"Go to sleep, my love," she said, and his eyes closed, his mind adrift with
the thoughts of today, and the hopes for many more days like it to come. His
face relaxed into a serene smile.

Anna felt his little body go limp in her arms, and smiled the widest smile.
She was addicted to her power over him and how much he wanted her to show her
strength off for him. She vowed that day to get as big and strong as she
could, just for him, and her hand drifted down between their bodies to touch
the copious amount of come Greg had left in his shorts.

'God, there's so much!' she thought, feeling the sticky mass wetting the front
of his shorts and the cleft between her thighs.#

Her mind now began to ponder a dilemma. How would she be able to get up
without making a huge mess, get to her own bed without waking anyone,
especially Greg, and how would they both explain their sudden intense
relationship to her friends on the team, several of whom would love to date
Greg.

She suddenly got a very protective thought in her head about Greg as she
thought about her teammates who liked him, and she held him tighter in her
powerful grasp. He's mine was her animalistic thought, her id taking charge as
her mind wandered.

She gently turned him over on her chest so his back was lying against her, and
she picked him up agonizingly slowly, moving his body onto the bed beside her.
Then she went into his bathroom and got one of the towels and placed it under
his body, gently lifting him up with one arm and sliding the towel under him
with the other.#

She used the ice bucket in the bathroom to hold warm water, then gently slid
his shorts off and bathed him where the shorts had pooled the semen, lovingly
washing away the remains of his discharge. She fished in his overnight bag for
another pair of shorts, but the only thing left was his underwear, so she
pulled a pair on gently. Greg was so wiped out he barely registered the motion
of his body rising and falling, but his smile did widen slightly as Anna
lifted him off the bed to remove the towel, and his little arm wrapped around
her big arm, his face nuzzling into her big bicep.

'He's so cute I could just eat him alive,' she thought, and lay him gently
back down on the bed.

She set the alarm on the nightstand clock to 5 am, and pulled her shirt down
over her huge breasts, then climbed in with Greg, turning off the nightstand
light and spooning his body with hers, putting her one big arm around his
little body and holding him, her other arm slipping down to touch herself. Her
thoughts were of Greg's little body held aloft by her mighty arms as she
worked her fingers into herself. It wasn't long before she climaxed quietly
beside him, then gently removed her fingers from her sopping pussy and
enfolded Greg in her arms again, drifting off to sleep, her little man tucked
tightly into her.

Chapter Five

Greg awoke, and realized he had slept until nearly noon! He never did that,
being an early riser. He still was tired, but it was a warm and comfortable
tired. He assumed it was his whirlwind day with ...

Anna was gone. There was a note on the dresser, and he got up, realizing he
was in his last clean pair of underwear for the trip. He was always a cautious
guy, so he had brought three pairs of clothes for his two-day weekend trip,
and a pair of sleep clothes, just shorts and a t-shirt. Two of the three
outfits were now out of commission, both outfits now stained in the crotch
area, which seemed to happen when he was around Anna nowadays.

He picked up the note and read:

Greg,

I didn't want to wake you, but I got up at five to make my way back over to my
room. I wanted to stay so badly there with you, and you looked so comfy all
tucked up in my arms, but I had to go, I'm sorry. I wanted to get in a run
before our breakfast call at 7, so I didn't reset the alarm. I figured you
would need your sleep after last night!

I can't wait to see you again. We'll be at the court until noon, break for
lunch, and then we are going to hit the gym for a few hours of conditioning.
We have drills at three, nothing serious, and then the team is going to dinner
at five. I'm hoping I can see you. I"ll count the minutes!

Love,

Anna

He sighed, and got out of bed, tidying up before he could do anything else. He
went into the bathroom, and the smell of his own come hit him like a fist. His
sleep shorts were lying on the sink. Anna had actually cleaned them off, and
they were drying, hanging partially in the basin. The wastebasket in the room
was the culprit, and a huge wad of tissue was in there, covered in semen.#

Greg grabbed the bag and tied it up. Quickly putting on shirt and pants, he
ran the bag out to the dumpster around the side of the motel near his room and
tossed it in.

He found the wastebasket in the room itself had a spare bag hiding under the
one in use, so he grabbed it and refilled the bathroom one. He then turned on
the ventilation fan and jumped in the shower.

He soaped himself up, his mind running through yesterday in a mad rush of
images and emotions. He found himself getting erect all over again, just from
the mere thought of Anna's unbelievable body. The things she had done to him
... ! He just couldn't believe it. If he hadn't been the one rising and
falling so easily in her one super powerful hand, he would have though he had
hallucinated, or hit his head ... or something. He recalled his entire body
seated in the palm of her hand, her incredible arm and shoulder bulging, and
his body rising up like he was weightless. He felt like he had entered some
other reality. It was too perfect to be true!

And the fact that Anna had actually seduced him ... HIM! 'Who the hell am I,'
he thought. 'Why would I even rate a second look from this goddess?'#

He pushed the self-doubting thoughts aside. As much as he dove into the past
with statistics, he was a person who preferred to not look back in his own
life. His parents had divorced when he was 7, and it taught him the meaning of
regret. He decided long ago that regret wasn't something he wanted to live
with, like his parents, so he made it a point to live his life by a very
simple code: be nice to everyone, and the ones who weren't nice in return,
discard them and move on. Because of this, his life was very black and white,
with precious few shades of gray. He liked someone, or he didn't, and it
served him well thus far.

Besides the basketball team, he had been picked on as a kid, and had never
really been big on standing up and fighting back, so he perfected the art of
turning the other cheek, and of ignoring his bullies and detractors. Often
enough, such cretins, who fed on the angry feedback or fear they generated,
lost interest in an unwilling participant.

Every so often, though, there was an exception. His most recent was the power
forward on the boys basketball team, essentially the ring leader of the kids
who had given Greg a hard time when he went to support the team. Bryan DiCenzo
was a tall, lanky forward, a decent dribbler, but a lousy outside shooter. He
was about 6'3", one of the taller boys on the team, and a mean person. Not
just bully mean, but truly mean. His father probably pounded him for years.
Even though he outgrew his father, the boy had been terrorized for so long, he
never even considered turning the tables.#

DiCenzo also happened to be cousins with the departed and despised Joey
Simmons. Bryan had actually caught Greg hanging some of his now-famous posters
humiliating Simmons, and he had made Greg pay, breaking one of his fingers and
pounding him almost to the point where he had to be hospitalized.#

For the next few weeks went around with his middle finger in a cast, and would
wave hi to DiCenzo any time he walked past, cast raised in a one-finger
salute, his peaceful defiance emboldening the entire school.

Greg was always surprised that he never gave Greg a repeat performance, even
after Greg redoubled his efforts at shaming Simmons, practically wallpapering
the main entryway of the school with hundreds of his image of Anna, arms
raised like on a Wheaties box, standing over the beaten Simmons.

Unbewknownst to Greg, Stacy and a group of the bigger volleyball girls had
cornered DiCenzo, threatening him with exposing him to the school and getting
him expelled if he touched Greg again.#

Even though Anna never pressed charged or volunteered any information, her
popularity was such that the court of public opinion had tried and convicted
Simmons about three days after Greg's humorous posters hit the school. Simmons
became# persona non grata# overnight, and had been in five fights by the time
the school got around to its inquiry. Greg wasn't one of them, but how he
wanted to be.

He was present for one of the particularly satisfying fights: a big burly guy
who worked on engines in the vocational school had been neighbors with Anna
since she was a kid and cold-cocked Simmons as he got in his car. The usual
fight ring formed, and Andy Newsome, the mechanic, proceeded to take Simmons
to the woodshed, Greg standing and cheering in a frenzy.#

He wasn't a coward... he just wasn't a fighter. The only cowardice he ever
showed was in facing Anna, and, despite his never look back attitude, he
secretly regretted every second of not being with her from the beginning. He
tried to mentally console himself that it was the right time, but for the
second time in his life, the first being his divorced parents, he found
himself dwelling on "what if".

His mind's unexpected musings wreaked havoc on his libido, and as the hot
water fell over him, he lost his arousal thinking of Anna. He was startled
back to reality by his motel room telephone ringing. There was no way he could
reach it, so he set about the task of finishing his shower and getting
dressed, neatly packing up her belongings and taking them out to his car.#

For some reason, he couldn't leave his things where he didn't live. He never
could. As a kid, he always was careful and meticulous, and everything had its
place. He would gather up toys he brought to friend's houses and place them in
the proper places in his room. Even now, his clipboard for hitting percentages
was in the front pocket of his messenger bag, the roster work in the rear, and
unworked-on items in the separate back zip pocket. He wasn't obsessive
compulsive, but his family chaos made him crave order and he unconsciously
gravitated toward that in his life.

Chapter Six

Greg glanced at the clock as he walked out the door and froze. 1:10 pm. Shit!
Where was his head today?

He jumped in the car and drove as fast as he dared to the tournament place at
the university. The team's itinerary was pretty much burned into his brain, as
was just about anything having to do with Anna, so he knew that lunch was
discretionary and not planned. Dammit! There was most likely no way he could
know in this college town where the team would be, but he decided to try the
nearest cafeteria, and as luck would have it, he saw a bunch of the bright red
Carson Cardinals warmup jackets walk by. He followed them back to their
section of the big cafeteria, the college kids fewer in number this weekend
than the volleyball players in their packs of color-matched outfits.

Oddly, the coach wasn't at the table with the girls, Greg noticed, and, as he
walked up to the table, as one, the girls turned and stood up, and they all
started clapping and whistling as he got near. Eyes wide in surprise, he did a
quick turn and looked behind him, causing the girls to laugh out loud. They
kept clapping for him until he got near.

"The man of the hour!" a few of them cheered, and they were all patting him on
the shoulder as he sat amidst them. He had always been such a part of the team
that he joined groups of them at school for meals and often rode the team bus
on away games.#

Anna was conspicuously absent from the gathering, but the girls were too busy
congratulating Greg for who knows what, and he smiled uncomfortably,
unaccustomed to being the center of attention. Stacy bent over to his ear and
whispered, "It's about time, you dummy!" a huge beaming smile on her face.

Greg suddenly realized what the commotion was about and turned nearly the
color of the Cardinal's team jackets, and the girls laughed almost as one.

After a few more minutes of good-natured ribbing, the girls got back to the
business of eating and chatting, and a plate of food showed up in front of
Greg. He looked up to see Coach Myers standing above him, and expected the
worst. She looked down at him, not approvingly, but not upset, either, and he
figured he'd just have to live with that.

A short time later, Anna came breezing in from wherever she was, saw Greg and
got a big smile. The girls all made a big commotion of making space open up
next to Greg, and Anna sat down beside him, a bit of a blush on her face as
well. The team stopped their activity as they came into each other's vicinity,
and an expectant hush came over the team. Even the coach stood there, one
eyebrow cocked, her no-nonsense features surprisingly softened.

Anna blushed a little while longer, and since it was so against her nature to
be ashamed of anything, she suddenly stood up and addressed the girls, putting
her big hand on Greg's shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

"Hi, my name is Anna ... and I'm an addict!" she said, with a twinkle in her
eye. The girls erupted in laughter and cheers, and the coach did something
that shocked Greg. She leaned over him and gave him a hug.

"It's about time you silly kids," she whispered to him so nobody could hear,"
she said, "but if you two kill my back to back championships, I'm going to
make you both run laps until your legs fall off!"

Greg's blush finally started fading, and things approached a normal team meal.
Occasionally one of the other girls would shoot the two a sly glance, but for
the most part, they maintained a respectful distance. Even the girls who sat
near Anna and Greg made it a point to turn their backs to give them space.

"Anna ... what-" Greg started when he could speak again.

"Honey, I guess neither of us was too subtle," she said. "I got a cooler of
ice water poured over me at 5:40 in the morning!"#

"They were waiting to ambush me!" she said, and the girls nearest her laughed.

"Everyone was afraid to say anything to me because of what happened to me, but
I guess they were trying to nudge you toward me for about six months now," she
said, as surprised as him.

"REALLY?" he said. "What ... I mean, I don't remember anyone ... "#

He looked so lost that Anna gave him a big hug, and then said to him.

"I guess a lot of the girls kept saying things like would you like to come to
our group dinner ... Anna's going to be there, and you would beg off as soon
as you heard that," she said with a laugh.#

"I suppose they read you a lot better than me. I always thought I was good at
reading people, but everyone on the team saw it but me. I guess love really is
blind," she said with a warm smile at Greg. He got a shiver when she said the
"L" word, as he had noticed that she took pains to NOT say it last night.

"I REALLY wasn't ready for this," she said off-handedly.

"I guess I'm glad I didn't realize or I would have had trouble coming here to
eat with the team," he said, looking up at her.

"Now that it's over, I don't feel bad at all, though," he said quickly, afraid
his words might have hurt her feelings. "I'm glad we can have lunch. I got up
really late."

The last he said in a bit of a hush. As aloof as the girls near them appeared,
they were all but hanging over Anna's big shoulders to hear every word, a fact
that had not escaped the now-alert Greg.

Anna bent down to whisper in his ear.

"It's okay, I know you had a busy night!" she said in a sexy tease, and Greg
blushed a little to have her talk to him like that in the middle of this
group.

He gave her a sheepish grin, and she laughed, embarrassment so alien to her
she couldn't help but make light of what apparently was common knowledge.

"If they make me make some sort of speech, though, I'm going to knock some
heads," she said over her shoulder to the overly-unconcerned teammates nearest
her, her tough talk belied by the big warm grin on her face. Apparently she
had been taking this kind of abuse nearly non-stop for the entire morning
practice.

Anna is such a people person, Greg thought, his eyes on her in his usual
dreamy look. Stacy happened to notice, and elbowed one of the girls near her
in the ribs, and Greg snapped out of it, looking over at her.

"Titnosis!" she laughed at the apparently well-shared joke, and both Anna and
Greg blushed.

A few more minutes of comments and jollity followed, and then the coach
stepped in.

"All right, girls. The side show is over. It's time to work for this!" she
said with her usual fire.

On cue, the girls started finishing up, clearing the tables and disposing of
the last remnants of lunch. Anna had burned through her food, as she tended to
do, and Greg was finishing up, folding the last of the chips from his lunch
into one of the napkins for later.

"Evans, I need your eyes today," the coach boomed over at him, and he hopped
up out of his seat, casting a glance back toward Anna, who smiled and waved.

He walked next to the coach, as the girls began to dash past, their
camaraderie and cohesiveness easy to see. Anna joined in, as expected of their
captain, and the humor stopped as if someone had thrown a switch. The girls
grouped together, their bodies tight in one of their teambuilding drills, and
soon they all clapped hands in unison and gave their "Cardinals" shout,
heading with energy back toward the college's big auditorium complex for
afternoon conditioning and drills.

"We didn't get enough time to go over rosters yesterday, since the damn bus
was so late," Coach Myers said to him, her usual brisk walk forcing Greg to
double-time his steps to keep pace. "I want to hear what you were going to
share last night, and I'll start bouncing girls around."

"Well, coach, Saeger is short on weak side blockers. Their senior blocker went
down the night before the post-season with an ankle sprain, and their depth
there is not so good. They did have a couple of floaters, but they are
depleted this year, and their front line is stretched thin. The Journal had an
article a few weeks back by their town sports columnist talking about all
their DLs. Anna is going to roll over their weak side D."#

He couldn't help but feel a little pride at his girl, the star of the team,
super hot and powerful, indestructible goddess ... he shook his head. What the
hell?

"Greg, are you okay?" the coach said to him, and she looked back.

"I'm okay, coach, just a little ... overwhelmed. I need to clear the cobwebs,
and I'll be fine. I made up what I thought would be Saeger's roster
projections, and there are three scenarios I thought he might use. His last
two years have been a bit ... unpolished if you ask me, and I think it's
because he was new to the team. He seems to have his feet under him now, but
that first year was a train wreck. He didn't know any of his players, and they
were really disorganized. He pulled them together super fast this year,
though, and their big hitter is still healthy. She's their main threat and she
is a strong sider, too. It's going to be a shooting war, but if you can put
your big diggers on her, I think we'll kill them in points."

As always, the coach was just blown away by this kid. He was like a
professional sports analyst. She worked a few years as the defensive teams
coach at UConn, and this high school kid was as good as any of the analysts
they had working for the Huskies.#

He's going to end up working for ESPN or somewhere, but for now, thank God
he's working for me! she thought.

"They're scouting us, of course," he finished to her, and her thoughts came
back to his debriefing, which is usually what it felt like, she thought. "I
saw a couple of kids the other day, red shirts, but they weren't Carson. They
didn't seem to know what they were looking for, but I saw them taking notes.
Of course, they spent a lot of time watching Anna."

"Yeah, Greg, they're not the only ones," she joked at him, trying as always to
get him to lighten up. He blushed a bit, and she eased up on him.

"No, I'm sorry, Greg, that's none of my business," she said, "but you two are
the talk of the team. I'm happy for you both. She's such a wonderful girl, so
you have to take care of her, okay? Don't be a 'guy' with her, right?"

"Never, coach," he said, "she's not the type of woman a 'guy' deserves. I'll
treat her like she's the only woman on the planet."

"You always were a sweet kid, Greg," the coach said back. "She has good
taste."

He smiled at her unusual compliment.

"But Greg," she said, her tone now serious, "we did have some messing around
when I was at UConn, and they didn't take that lying down. That's the
tradition I come from. You get me loud and clear?"

"Crystal, coach," he said, serious about his craft as always, "we won't mess
up your season, I promise."

"Good. Now let me see what you worked up on their depth charts," she said, and
they followed down the hall after their boisterous team.

The girls were in the weight room, nobody going all-out, which would be silly
and dangerous on the eve of a critical game. They were pushing 1/3 and 1/2 max
on their weights, running the conditioning drills with intensity but not
all-out.

Anna, of course, was pushing way below that, and true to her gut, her
teammates thought she was pushing a little harder than she should.

She was putting 145 on the bench, pushing the weight with her usual simulated
strain, when Stacy came walking over.

"Hey, girlfriend. I know you are wound up, but don't hurt your serving arm
today. Coach will flip out!" she said, totally unconscious of couth as usual.

"I'm okay, Stacy, really," Anna said, smiling up at her.

I think this is one secret that's still safe, she thought, and put some real
"effort" into her reps, her arms barely registering the weight.#

"I know everyone's worried about me, but I have it together. I think I got it
out of my system last night!" she said to Stacy with a wink.

"Yeah, you lucky girl," Stacy shot back, "I think everyone in the rear line
would gladly trade places with you,"

"He's so sweet, isn't he?" she said, and in her distraction didn't realize
that she had stopped her grunting and heaving in her lifts. She pounded out
three quick reps, and Stacy's eyes went wide.

"Wow ... are you sure, you're okay, She-Hulk?" she said, watching the bar
raise and lower like a piston.

Oh, shit! Anna thought, and dropped the bar on her big chest.

"Oh my God!" Stacy yelled, and everyone stopped what they were doing, looking
over at Anna.#

Stacy rushed over to the bench, and Anna made a show of being shocked, even
though 145 pounds was probably just enough to give her chest a little burn
after about 80 reps if she was lucky, by her estimation.

Stacy and one of the other girls got on either side and lifted the bar off
her, and Anna sat up, faking pain in her chest, rubbing her big boobs where
the bar had landed. She made a big show of being surprised and startled, and
silently cursed herself for being just that.

"Are you okay, Anna?" Stacy asked, terrified that she prophesied doom to their
star player. "Please tell me you didn't get hurt after I just told you not
to!"

"I-I'm okay," she said, and two of the girls helped her up off the bench,
struggling with Anna's weight.#

"Thank God you have so much padding!" Stacy said, and some of the girls
laughed uneasily, fearing Anna was putting on a brave face.

"No really, I am okay, but I think I'm going to not do any strength training
today. I think I'll just go and hit some balls," she said. "You guys go light,
but get a little burn in today. I'll see you out there."

The girls exchanged concerned glances as Anna walked toward the locker room
they had been using.

I really need to get my head together, she thought. I'm going to blow it, and
everyone's going to know I'm some kind of big monster.

She made her way slowly to the locker room, lost in thought, and didn't notice
two guys watching her walk. The hallway was fairly quiet, with most of the
teams remaining in the tournament fully engaged in their readiness for the
last day of competition, and the boys looked on as Anna made her way into her
locker room, then followed behind. They looked around furtively, watching to
see if they were noticed.

Chapter Seven

Joey Simmons, Anna's attempted rapist, looked over at Bryan DiCenzo, Greg's
nemesis, and as one they made their way into the locker room behind Anna.#

"Are you ready for this?" Bryan asked Joey, an eager look in his eye. He had
wanted a piece of Big-tits Johnson ever since she put his cousin on the wanted
list. He thought he saw the little runt kid that helped, and was ready to get
some payback from him as well for his family's disgrace. But he could wait. He
had a score to settle with Big-tits.#

Bryan had liberated his dad's retractable telescoping baton that got him
suspended from working at the Tri-State Mall, and he had the perverse pleasure
of using the instrument of so many of his own beatings on someone else for a
change. He was almost giddy at the thought.

"Yeah, I've been on this shit since that fucking cunt laid a lucky shot on my
nose," he said back, a dark gleam in his eye. Joey remembered how much of a
fight Anna had put up when he first tried to get in her pants, and was ready
for the repeat performance. He had a Special Forces K-bar knife tucked under
his shirt, held by a sheath on his belt in case she resisted. He was totally
confident that he and Bryan would make this a tournament Anna would never
forget.#

The boys had actually rubbed enough brain cells together to formulate a plan:
they intended to ambush Anna in this locker room, since it was one of the
smaller ones, and they had stolen a Maintenance sign from Carson. Their plan
was to set it up to put the room out of order while they had they way with
her.#

The two entrances, the main and a small side maintenance entrance, both
dead-bolted from the inside, so they would have plenty of privacy. They also
have some nylon stockings for wadding up and stuffing in her mouth to keep
down the noise.

Anna went to her locker and stripped off her shirt, her big sports bra showing
the indentations from where the bar had fallen on her chest.

Thank God for the padding, indeed, she thought, and she punched the locker,
hard enough to make a small dent in the door.

"All right, dammit, relax," she said to herself, leaning her big arms on the
locker and looking down at her feet. She was just at that calm state when a
terrifyingly familiar voice came from behind her.

"Yeah, relax, cunt," said Joey Simmons as he and his cousin approached her.
Bryan had out the telescoping steel baton, and pressed the trigger for her
benefit, the SNAP of the weapon as it extended to its full length up making
her jump.

Oh my God, Anna thought, eyes wide, fear washing over her in a flood. Her
stomach knotted up as the boys approached, fanning out to either side of her.
She backed up involuntarily, the spectre of her worst nightmares crashing
through her tough exterior, paralyzing her to inaction.

"Yeah ... . It's NICE to see you, too, bitch," Simmons said. "I really
appreciate you not pressing charges, and I want to show you how grateful I am
by sticking my dick in your ass! I'll bet you love to hear that don't you, you
FUCKING BITCH!"

She began to back away from her attackers, desperation on her face. The boys,
sensing her fear, began to stalk her, attempting to herd her toward the
showers. She backed up until her back hit the wall next to the showers, and
the boys spread out to come at her from either side. They stopped when they
were within a few feet, not being able to resist taunting her further.

Fear had it's grip on her, and she barely registered that both of these boys
were quite a bit smaller than her in muscularity. The rational part of her
brain told her to strike out or yell or draw attention somehow, but the
emotional center, that big irrational knot of fear, kept telling her to be
quiet and maybe they wouldn't hurt her.

"What's the matter, Big-tits? You're not scared of me, are you? Not a
big-titty bitch like you.." he took another step toward her, still the
haunting revenant of her panicked dreams, the ones where she woke up with a
scream as he pushed her down, his hands on her neck.

"Yeah, what the hell bra size is that, a triple Z?" DiCenzo taunted from the
right, swinging the baton in lazy arcs in his right hand. She was one hot
piece of ass, he thought, but he really wanted to lay into her with the weapon
in his hand, the device of so many of his beatings, the vengeance weapon he
would use to bust someone else's head for a change.

"Y-you guys get the hell out of here," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper,
fear constricting her throat.

"I'll tell you what, I'll give you a head start, and if you get to the door,
I'll leave and we're-" he stopped as she bolted between the two, surprisingly
quickly and got by them both.

"FUCK!" Bryan yelled, and swung an off-balance shot at her back as she rushed
by. The baton bounced off her incredible physique and she barely noticed in
her fear.

"You fucking bitch!" Simmons yelled, and got his arm out as she rushed past,
not expecting the momentum Anna's powerful legs generated. He got a good grip
on her big wrist and she yanked him right off his feet, his body trailing
behind her like a kite tail.#

She was so single minded in her fear she didn't notice that neither of these
boys could so much as overpower her pinky finger, and in their
adrenaline-fueled rage, neither did they.

Simmons crashed onto his back, the wind knocked out of him from being jerked
backward so violently. Thinking he was just off-balance, he rolled around when
he was able, ready to take up the pursuit again.

DiCenzo had a little more sense, and was surprised that the baton, which he
swung hard enough to make him wince in remembered pain, didn't slow her down,
but rationalized that he was taken by surprise and that his shot wasn't
full-power, or in a sensitive spot, landing as it did on her back. He
remembered even he could take several hits like that in the back from his
father at full-power before crying out in pain. He was first in pursuit.

Anna was fast, but Bryan's lanky body was quicker. He caught up with her, this
time landing a solid shot on her ass , the bar making a dull thud like Rocky
Balboa punching a side of beef. She didn't so much as break stride, and Bryan
was now surprised at both the lack of response and the recoil of the baton off
her ass. It felt like he had hit a metal pole, the way the baton reverberated
painfully in his hand.#

She must have something in her pocket, he again rationalized, unable to
comprehend the danger he was awakening.

By this time Anna was at the locker room door, but the boys had thrown the
deatbolt, and Anna wrenched the pull handle on the door so hard that it
actually ripped right off, the handle looking like a weird-looking iron in her
hands, several stripped sheet metal screws still poking out of it. The door
looked like the jaws of life had been used on it, with all of the screw holes
pulled out, some of the twelve screws that held it on sheared off from the
unbelievable power of Anna's one arm, fueled by both raw muscle and the
adrenaline-fueled supercharge that pure fear inspires.

She cried out in a panic, and spun to meet Bryan's baton crashing down. She
was able to get her hand with the door handle up in time to deflect the shot
aimed at the crown of her head, and he cursed as the metal on metal contact
stung his hand again from the reverberation. He wound his hand back again to
swing, but feinted, and Anna brought her hand up again in desperation. He
reversed his swing and swung in a broad arc to catch her in the stomach, a
trick his father had used on him several times. His eyes flew wide at the
results.

Instinctively Anna tightened her stomach at the approach of the baton, and it
hit her full-force, that same dull thud as before registering a solid blow.
Since her shirt was off and the overmatched sports bra cut off at her
midsection, her densely muscled abs were clearly visible, and the massive
relief they cut when she tightened up totally took Bryan by surprise.

The baton hit her so hard that the reverberation back into Bryan's hand was
too much for him to take, and he jerked his hand back as if he'd been stung.
The baton clattered to the ground, just as Simmons ran up full speed.

"Joey ... " Bryan said in a small voice, realization dawning on him that she
might not be as helpless as she first appeared.

Joey Simmons was actually a pretty good offside linebacker. He genuinely liked
to hurt people, a trait that made his coaches happy, and Joey liked being the
best. He hit the 'roids when he started his freshman year at Carson, and since
then had bulked up from the 170 he weighed back then to a juiced up 220 of
solid muscle.

He put some punishing cut blocks on several running backs in his new Division
II college, halfway across the state from Carson. He was runner-up for the
all-state defensive player slot the past year, but he just couldn't let his
new found collegiate success sink in. He was popular at his new school, and
had even nailed a couple of the cheerleaders, one consensually... one not so
much. He left enough bruises that she wouldn't talk, though ... but all the
while, his new station in life took a backseat to the "unfair" punishment he
took at the hands of Anna, his nemesis, and the little turd with the posters.
Hatred for Anna burned in his head like a raging fire, and blinded him to
Anna's visible physique.

Every crushing hit he made on the field he made with her face under the
helmet, and now it was for real. He smiled as his shoulder lowered to her abs.

He was totally unprepared for what happened next: his shoulder screamed in
agony as if he'd hit a metal pole, and his 220 pounds just stopped, all of the
momentum transferring right down through his body.

Anna had braced for Bryan's shot and was still set when Joey plowed into her.
Her super powered torso absorbed every single bit of what Joey could deliver,
and in Anna's fight or flight state, the impact did not even register. It may
have if she hadn't been so amped up... maybe she would have have succumbed to
that momentum, since she had never experienced a full-powered tackle before,
and her mind may have taken the path of least resistance.

She was not exactly herself at that point, though. She was fueled up by the
natural power enchancers that generated sensational reports of terrified
housewives picking cars up off of their loved ones. She was already insanely
strong, so at that moment she may well have truly ascended into the realms of
a goddess by most people's standards.

She was also a smart girl, and a part of her just realized that both Bryan's
weapon, and Joey's entire body had just bounced off her, and that while Joey
writhed on the floor from the pain in his shoulder and neck, Bryan stared at
her wide-eyed, the realization of her power now apparent to him.

Joey just bounced right off me! was the first thought that broke through the
curtain of fear. The second was the look of pure shock that crossed Bryan's
face when Joey hit her. She could see his lips mouth 'Oh my God' and his body
involuntarily step back. She began to come into her own, and rage began to
replace the fear.

She rubbed her stomach where Joey had hit her, and realized that there was no
pain. She felt her washboard, and actually pressed into her stomach and felt
nothing but dense muscle and ridges of abdominals.

"HOLY SHIT!" she said, and Joey groaned at her feet, slowly making his way to
a sitting position. She shook some of the cobwebs from her head, facing the
stunned boys.

"What the FUCK?! You want to fucking play? Let's go!" she screamed, now
incensed, the fight part of fight or flight now kicking in, as she realized
she was cornered.

She reached down to the back of Joey's collar and yanked him bodily upright,
then quickly advanced on Bryan, Joey dragging in her powerful grip, his heels
actually sliding backward across the floor.

Bryan had scrambled to evade her, but she was moving forward with purpose, and
he couldn't get turned around in time. Her hand made contact with his
shirtfront, and her hand closed over it. After that, his ability to retreat
extended only to the distance his shirt could stretch, then even less as she
curled her arm inward, tightening her grip.

She started walking forward quickly both Joey and Greg's bodies sliding
backward, their sneakers actually leaving skid marks on the painted concrete
floor of the locker room.

She walked them all the way back to where the confrontation started, next to
the showers, and both boys mouths hung open when she jerked them right off
their feet to dangle in her grasp, Joey by the back of his collar, Bryan by
the front of his shirt right at the chest.

Both boys legs hung suspended several inches off the floor, and Anna, fully
enraged, pushed them hard into the wall. Bryan felt like he had been hit by a
sledgehammer square in his chest, and he slumped into her arm, reeling from
the blow. Anna pushed him into the wall from about an inch away, but he had
never felt so much power behind a strike. His 6' 2" father's abuse paled in
comparison.

Joey fared better because she had him essentially by the scruff of the neck,
so her hand made contact before he did, cracking the old concrete of the wall
in the impression of her hand, and rocking Joey's neck back on it. He took a
nasty lump on his head from the momentum, and his hips crashed back into the
wall, but her hand took the brunt of her enraged impact.

She had started coming to her senses during her twenty seconds of walk to the
wall, and now realized how little of a threat these boys posed to her. She saw
abject terror on Bryan's face, but the look of fear had not totally replaced
Joey Simmon's hatred, and the face that haunted her dreams now made her anger
boil forth anew.

She tensed up her massive upper body and shook both boys like rag dolls in her
grip, their arms and legs flying every which way. She roared incoherently, and
the boys let out their own yell of fear, their hands going to her own hand in
a futile effort to dislodge her powerful hold on their clothing.#

She flung Bryan's body away from her almost as an afterthought, and his body
sailed about fifteen feet to make hard contact with a bank of lockers. He hit
them with a loud crash as the entire 60 locker bank toppled from the force of
the impact. Bryan slumped over them, unconscious, with his own broken nose to
show for his efforts.

Anna seethed as she looked up into Simmon's face, and, despite the rough
handling he had just received, his face practically dripped malice.

He was terrified, but was not so lost as to forget his K-bar on his belt. He
was inching his way to it as he hung in her grip.

There was a bang from the locker room door, and Joey used the distraction to
make his move. He reached back in a rush, scrambling for the blade, but was
unable to make a smooth withdrawl, since it had a small button that kept the
knife in the sheath.

"Fuck," he said as he tried to unsnap the button to draw the blade.

Anna sensed something was amiss, and shot her free hand down to his wrist,
trapping it in her crushing grip. Joey let out a cry as her strong hand ground
the bones in his wrist and he let the handle of the blade slip from his
fingers.

"You have FUCKED with the wrong girl!" she said, now in control enough to
voice her anger, and true fear now washed across Joey's face as he realized
his trump card had failed.

"I've been so afraid of you for the last two years of my life. I haven't been
able to walk alone because of you. I couldn't date men because of you. You
have so much to answer for, you jerk!" She said, and dropped his body to the
ground, letting go of his shirt with her hand. Her other hand held fast to the
hand he had dropped to his belt, though. She hiked his shirt up with her free
hand to see what he was hiding, and her eyes widened as she saw the knife
handle.

Spatters of blood from the hand that slammed into the wall, now bleeding
freely, splashed across Joey's body as his shirt rose up. Anna in her rage
didn't realize the damage she had done to her own hand when she hit the wall,
and the adrenaline had turned off her pain receptors.

Angrily, she lifted his shirt farther up, and his body raised up off the
ground, twisting around in the shirt that was now pulled up over his head. She
twisted her arm and his body spun a little, his shirt making ripping sounds
from the strain of Joey's weight on the fabric.#

Anna grabbed the knife sheath which was attached sideways on the back of
Joey's belt, and gave it a hard yank, pulling his entire body almost
horizontally and ripping his shirt in the process, sending him careening
blindly to the floor. He hit the floor hard, arms in front, and yelled out
from the impact. The belt held on and didn't tear, being made of sturdy nylon
webbing, and the knife was still attached to Joey's back.#

She put her foot down in the middle of Joey's back, blasting the air out of
him and pinning him to the ground, then she reached down and removed the knife
from the sheath. She held it up, suddenly frightened at how close to being
seriously injured she was. She took the knife and slammed it into the concrete
wall, burying it up to the handle. Then she hiked up Joey's body with her free
hand and hung him from the makeshift hook by his belt.

He struggled his way out of his tattered shirt by this time, and was terrified
to find Anna standing in front of him, hands on her hips, a murderous look in
her bright blue eyes. Her right hand was now sending small rivulets of blood
down her hip and over her huge thigh, tracing lines like spidery veins down
her leg.

She was trembling with rage, and her shirtless upper body was flexed up to an
amazing degree. Her massive musculature was now fully realized by her
attacker, and its effects were dramatic.

Joey was horrified. He had never in his life seen another person so powerfully
developed, much less a woman! The ease at which she had picked up Bryan and
him had made him fear for his life, and he hung two feet off the ground, mouth
agape, completely cowed by the awesome sight before him.

"Do you see the monster you created?" she said, her upper body coursing with
fury and inhuman power.#

"Do you really want me to take my revenge on you? Do you REALLY FUCKING WANT
THAT?!" she screamed in his face, and he wilted before her fury. The banging
on the locker room door intensified.

"Please don't hurt me ... I'm sorry," he said, and the lameness of his words
further enflamed her.

"You're sorry?" she screamed. "You're fucking SORRY? You will be!"

Anna was trembling with her rage, and her mind whirled at the jumble of
emotions in her head. She slammed her fist into the wall next to Joey and he
flinched, shards of concrete flying from the power of her strike. Her hand was
profusely bleeding now, but she didn't notice in her rage, and this horrified
Joey further.

Anna's mind was chaos. She was thinking of pulling Joey from the wall and
crushing his head in her hands. She wanted him to see just how terrified he
had made her for the last two years: afraid to sleep at night, afraid to walk
anywhere alone. But most of all, she wanted him to see the powerhouse he had
made, and she thought of herself at that point as some sort of animal,
something less than human.

"Anna," came a calm voice behind her. She didn't register it for a second.
Then she felt Greg's small hands on her left arm.

"Anna," he said again, perfectly calm, and her rational mind started to emerge
from the base animal emotions that had consumed her to this point.#

She was still enraged and thoughts of destroying Joey utterly were a jumble in
her head. The situation was a ticking bomb.

Chapter Eight

Greg had finished his talk with Coach Myers about ten minutes after he had
left the lunchroom, and had given her his written analyses, noting roster
rotations and details about who he thought they would put up against Anna. He
had assumed they would double team her, as had been standard practice for most
of the teams this year, not that it did much good.

He walked down to the weight room as he usually did, checking strength
conditioning, making notes of who was making what gains, adjusting the Carson
roster in his head based on what he saw in each player's development and
maturity.

He was surprised to not see Anna there, and asked about her. Kathy Riley, the
team's setter and close friend of Anna's, had told him that Anna had had an
accident in the weight room and went up to the locker room.#

Greg was startled at this, and wondered what kind of accident, but didn't pry.
He thanked her and headed for the locker room, planning to knock on the door
and ask if she was okay.#

He got to the locker he knew she girls were in, but found the door locked,
with a Closed for Maintenance sign posted haphazardly on the door. It looked
fishy, since he knew it was fully functional when he walked past not a half
hour ago. It was then that he heard sounds of yelling... men's voices, coming
from beyond the door. He pushed on the door, yelling, "Anna!" but it wouldn't
budge.# He banged his hand hard on the door, repeating Anna's name.

He was still banging on the door when he felt a thump from the other side, and
then incredulous, saw the door bow violently inward, and the steel where the
deadbolt shot through it actually creased about a half inch, as if a huge
force had pulled it from the other side. There was also the sound of rending
metal at the same time, then some clanging sounds of metal on metal. Greg
turned and ran toward the first person with a uniform he could find.

A campus security officer, barely two years older than Greg, followed him to
the door shortly thereafter, and looked with astonishment at the partially
buckled door. His keys would not turn the deadbolt though, and he radioed his
office for assistance. A few more campus security people arrived, all
students, none much bigger than Greg, and had begun to try to force the heavy
steel door. Greg continued to hear sounds of a struggle from inside... then it
went quiet. He was panicked, but had no idea what could be happening. He knew
the incredible force pulling on the door must have been Anna, but what the
hell was going on in there?

His quick mind scrambled for alternatives, and he thought about the
ventilation into the room. He started walking where his head told him the
boundaries of room would be, and found a second door down a side hallway. It
looked like some sort of janitor access door, but unlike the heavy main door,
it had a louvered ventilation panel on the bottom. Greg began kicking the
panel, and managed to break one of the steel slats loose. He then realized the
entire thing was bolted onto the door in a frame, held in place with only a
few screws.#

He began kicking the frame and managed to dislodge part of it then pulled with
all of his strength until the louvered panel had bent out enough for him to
squeeze through.

He walked into a war zone. Bryan DiCenzo, the boy who had broken his finger
and pounded him mercilessly, lay across a toppled bank of lockers, his head
lying sideways, a thin trail of blood flowing from his nose down the lockers.

More frightening, Anna stood, body shaking in fury, confronting Joey Simmons,
that bastard, and Joey was hanging on what looked like a hook by his belt,
stark terror on his face. The wall next to him had bloody handprints and
broken pieces of the thin cementboard veneer they used on buildings these
days. Anna's right hand was partially mangled, and she had at least one broken
finger, and who knows about the bones in her hand itself. It was dripping
blood from numerous cuts, and there were droplets of blood spatter on her
body, and a lot of blood on her right leg. She looked like an animal that had
been fighting for it's life, and the mix of rage and terror on his face
shocked him into action.

************************

Anna felt Greg's little body pulling against her left arm, and her right hand
was starting a curious burning sensation, but she was still disconnected to
the point where she was still seconds from acting on Joey's trembling body.
She reached up her mangled hand and grabbed him by the throat, easily lifting
him off the knife handle. As his weight bore down on her hand, searing pain
shot through it, now able to get through as the adrenaline rush subsided.

She dropped him with a sharp cry and he fell to the floor, scrambling to get
away from Anna's rage. Anna at her hand in bewilderment, and saw the damage
she had caused by striking the wall with so much force. It still didn't
register though, the haze of fear and rage now mixing with blood loss to cloud
her reasoning.

"Anna, look at me," Greg said, and he seemed to be getting through, because
she mechanically turned her head down to look in the direction of his voice.

Her face looked like she was trapped in a nightmare. It still had the
frightened look, intermingled with the furrowed brows of confusion, and a
snarl of pure rage on her lips. She softened when she realized it was Greg who
was holding her hand.

"Greg ... " she said, and started crying uncontrollably, sinking down to her
knees.

He held her in his arms, her big body shaking with sobs that wracked her body.

"Shhh, it's okay, honey. I'm here. You're going to be okay." He said
soothingly into her ear as she clung to him, her one damaged hand unable to
hold him, soaking his shirt with blood.

She was losing a lot of blood from her damaged hand, he realized with shock,
and started pulling her body up. She rose to her feet in a daze, still crying,
and he looked quickly for her locker. He pulled her body with him to the
locker, and seated her down on the bench in front of it. Then he took one of
her t-shirts and pulled her right hand up to see it, shooting a quick look
toward Joey Simmons. He still lay huddled on the ground below the damaged
wall, in his own fear-induced daze.

"Oh my God, honey," he said when he examined her hand. There was torn skin and
flesh from the rough concrete, and at least one finger was clearly broken. He
tried to straighten her hand as gently as possible, and Anna cried out in pain
as the bones moved in ways they shouldn't. She started pulling her arm away,
jerking his body with it, but he held fast.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, but I have to see where you are bleeding," he said,
and pulled her arm back to him. She had a dull look on her face like she was
going into shock, and Greg began to worry for her life.

He found the gash that was producing the most blood, and knew enough about
first aid to realize he would have to put pressure on it.

"Honey ... honey look at me," he said to her, as she had begun to shut down,
staring straight ahead. Her head turned slowly to look at him, and he took her
face in his hands.

"Listen to me. You have to stay with me, okay?" he said, his voice catching as
he spoke to her. "I think you may have severed a big blood vessel, and you are
going to start to get light headed. I need to stop the bleeding and it's going
to hurt. Can you be strong for me?"#

She nodded her head slowly yes, and he sat next to her holding her hand in his
lap. He took the t-shirt and wrapped it around her hand tightly, causing her
to gasp in pain. Then he squeezed the spot where the bleeding was coming from
and she cried out sharply.

Renewed banging came from the main locker door, and now there was commotion
from the side entrance Greg had squeezed through. Greg turned to look over his
shoulder to the door when Joey Simmons blindsided him with Bryan's baton,
landing a glancing blow to the back of his head. He fell backward off the
bench, and Anna yelled out at the motion, crouching low in fear.

"You fucking bitch, I'm going to bash your brains in!" he screamed and brought
the baton down hard.

She managed to get her hand up over her head defensively, and the baton
deflected enough off her forearm that it missed her head in a dead-on strike,
clipping the side of her forehead, but landed hard on her neck, drawing an
angry red welt across her trapezius. She fell back off the bench near Greg,
her arm raised over her head to protect herself.

Joey made his way around the bench and was readying for another strike when
Greg kicked his knee from the side as hard as he could, and a loud crack like
a branch breaking came from the joint. He started to go down with a howl, and
the room was rushed with campus security and police, one of whom tackled Joey
as he fell, batting the baton from his hand.

Anna had curled into a fetal position, and Greg lay over her, shielding her
from any further attacks. He looked down on Anna, completely terrified.

'So much blood!' he thought, and his vision blurred.

Chapter Nine

Greg awoke to a bright antiseptic hospital room, and felt his scalp for the
wound dressing that was making his head itch. He sat upright and the world
started spinning, so he lay back down. He looked around, groggy, and saw Anna,
slumped back in one of the nearby hospital chairs. A bruise darkened her
forehead near her hairline, and her hand was in a cast to the elbow. Two of
her fingers poked out of the end, along with her thumb. The other two were
immobilized, standing straight out in a sort of obscene gesture. She was
half-alseep, but perked up when she realized Greg was awake.

She had a troubled look on her face, and he could tell her dreams had not been
pleasant. A standing IV stand and fluid bag stood silent watch next to her,
and he followed the tubing down to a little butterfly syringe poking out of
her big left arm.

"Hey, beautiful," he croaked, his mouth dry, "I thought I would be the one
coming to see you!"

"Oh Greg," she said, and same to him quickly, her big left arm wrapping around
him in a gentle hug, "you are my hero! You saved me from that ... thing ...
and you saved me from myself. I was honestly going to kill him, I was seconds
away from it."

"I know you were," he said, "and I wouldn't have been able to stop you. I'm
glad I could bring you back."

A wave of nausea rolled through Greg, and Anna felt him stiffen, so she backed
off.

"Are you still feeling sick?" she asked, and he nodded.

"The doctor said you got a pretty good concussion, and they kept waving
smelling salts in your face," she said, "I think they said you will be able to
eat pretty soon, but they kept you last night for observation."

"I don't care about me. How about you, how are you honey?" he said with his
dry throat, and she held a small hospital cup with a straw for him to sip some
ice water. It felt like ambrosia hitting his parched throat, and he was able
to clear his throat enough to speak a little more normally.

"I have two broken fingers, and one of my metacarpals has a 'greenstick'
fracture that they can't do anything about. And my striking hand, too." She
said, forlorn. "Oh, and check this out."#

She pulled her shirt collar aside and a large black and purple bruise showed
up on the side of her neck, on her big trap. She did a little gruesome
pirouette for Greg, lifting her shirt to show the black and blue welt on her
back, then turning around and showing her bruised stomach, and lastly her
bruised left glute.

"Oh my God, what did they do to you? They didn't ... " he started.

"NO! Um, no they didn't, but that Bryan kid landed most of these. Joey had a
knife." She said calmly.

"Oh, honey," he said, tears beginning to well up in his eyes, "I'm so sorry I
got there too late!"

She came back over to him.

"No, Greg ... honey, no, don't cry." She said, gently stroking his forehead.
"You came just in time."#

"I was so out of it yesterday, I don't even remember any of this," she said,
gesturing over her body, "but what I do remember was that you kept me from
killing Joey Simmons, you kept him from killing me, and you kept me from
bleeding to death. The doctors had to go in and fix my ulnar artery, and that
I had lost about two pints of blood on the locker room floor. They just put me
on saline this morning, but I got a couple of units of blood last night when
my bp got erratic. Ha ha ... I feel like I could be on ER."

"You got a really bad concussion, and they were worried about your brain
swelling for a while, but you came through that. Your mom keeps coming and
going, and she looks like she is going to faint every time she walks in here
and sees you." She chuckled a little, despite the gravity of the situation.

"I'm sorry, this is all so surreal I have to keep laughing or I'm going to go
curl up in the corner. The crisis counselor gets to talk to me today at
three." She said, and pulled her chair close to his bed.

"Shouldn't you be in bed, too, honey?" he said, and she looked at him.

"I haven't been able to sleep in that room by myself, and the only time I can
even close my eyes is when I'm near you. They were saying I had PTSD, or DPD
or some other acronym. They keep telling me to stay in bed, and I told them I
would if my bed was in here. I had five of them trying to drag me back to my
room about an hour ago." She said, with a sad smile. "They're rolling my bed
in here for me at noon, they said."

"I can't think of a better roommate." He said, smiling back at her.

"Do you know how long we have to stay?" he asked Anna, and she shrugged.

"Nobody has told me anything," she said, "but I'm pretty much stitched up. The
doctor told my parents they could take me home, but I can't leave without you.
I just can't even walk out the door of my room without waiting for something
to come crashing down on me. I see that fucking Joey Simmons in every dark
corner now, and I thought I was finally over THAT."

A couple of orderlies rolled Anna's bed into Greg's room, and a few of the
nurses on the floor had brought two big vases of flowers and set them up by
Anna's bed. Greg realized he had a vase as well, and a couple of cards.

Before too long, the commotion died down, the nurses casting wary glances at
Anna as they left, and she slid her bed right over next to Greg's and hopped
in. She slid her hand over to his, her intact hand, and they held onto each
other.

At two o'clock, a doctor came and made Greg sit upright. He was able to
actually stand without the room spinning, but walking was still no fun. Anna
was right up with him, and the doctor had to patiently rehab Greg with Anna
right on top of him. She kept supporting him with her strong left arm and the
doctor just let her do the physical part, walking in a small circle around the
couple and giving direction. After his initial foray out of his bed, he was
allowed to get back in, and his mother finally arrived to see him awake and
coherent.

His mother was a wreck, and she practically put Greg in a stranglehold when
she embraced him. His father was traveling for business, but had cut his trip
short and was on his way home.#

Anna's parents were already on their way when news of the assault happened.
They had been camped out in the hotel near the hospital since last night, and
were very distressed. Her father had threatened to find and kill "the bastard"
several times.#

In between the family drama, the doctors made the kids have alone time, and
upon talk with the counselor, followed by a psychiatric evaluation, it was
determined the best course for Anna was to be close to Greg anyway, so they
actually had a couple of days of time to themselves, more or less.

They had a wonderful time of their three day stay, surprisingly. They each got
to know the other even better, and talked about everything like the soulmates
they were. Teammates came and went and announced they won the championship
even with the loss of their superstar. Even the president of the college came
to visit them in a big media event.#

The tv news had reported that two youths were being held for attemped rape and
assault, pending their release from a (thankfully) different hospital.#

Through it all, the two became inseparable, and the day they were finally
discharged was a sad event, with much hugging and kissing.

*************************

Anna's cast finally came off after two months and her hand had rehabbed very
well. At the time, she had looked at her shrunken forearm in disgust. She told
Greg he was going to have to help her get her "girlish figure" back. Looking
at her chest, he told her she had never lost it. She laughed, and they
proceeded to mold her body back into the bastion of strength it was before her
forced hiatus from the weights.

She lifted with renewed intensity, and Greg coached her through the
conditioning routine she had used during volleyball season, only with her
normal weights. In very little time, her body was stronger than ever, and
their sex life took off once again.

Planning for the Prom was in the works, and Anna was in contention to be Prom
Queen. They had picked out their outfits, Greg wearing a dashing tux, and Anna
a jaw dropping sheath of a prom dress, low-cut, but subtle in its ability to
hide her incredible musculature with ruffles and lace. She opted against
heels, and their prom pictures turned out very well, with Greg discretely held
in Anna's strong arms, their smiling faces and most of their torsos in frame.

Chapter Ten

Six months after the attack, Greg and Anna walked home from their last day of
school, hand in hand, summer in the air. They had a half day, and they knew
her parents would be at work, so they made their leisurely way to her house.

Prom was a success, and Anna won Prom Queen with Greg her proud escort. School
was now officially done for Anna, and she found she was actively recruited by
several Division I universities for a full scholarship, but was unsure of
going, since Greg would be left here for another year. She instead opted for a
year of community college in town, waiting for Greg to go with her to school.

They walked easily, and Anna had gotten to the point where she wasn't scanning
the bushes or holding Greg's hand painfully tightly. She was making great
progress, and the conviction (5-15, with DiCenzo tried as an adult, six counts
of attempted rape, assault of a minor, unlawful restraint, intimidation, etc.,
each, sentences to run concurrently) of the boys who attacked her lifted her
spirits immensely.#

"I think tonight we should celebrate," Greg said as they walked in step
through the nice neighborhood where Anna lived.#

"Okay ... what did you have in mind?" she said, looking down at Greg as they
walked.

"I was thinking dinner. It has been six months to the day that we started
dating. We have to do something special." He said, and she smiled.

"I have the perfect idea, but it's going to be a surprise," she said as they
approached Anna's house. Her parents had bought a crazy-looking conversion van
for trips out west during the summer and with some begging Anna had gotten
permission for her and Greg to use it.

They made their way through the big house, Greg now a perpetual fixture there.
He actually had to stay with the Johnsons for the first two weeks after the
kids had left the hospital to keep Anna from waking multiple times during the
night screaming. They quickly went to her room, and she changed into her most
sexy workout gear, and Greg eagerly followed her to the basement where the
full-sized Universal machine was. Her dad had bought it the year he realized
that Anna had scholarship potential, and she had put it to good use in
building her incredible body. There were free weights as well, and a
heavy-duty weight bench.

"So this room is part one of your anniversary surprise," she said, and Greg's
eye lit up at the prospect. "As is this," she said, gesturing down at her
skimpy attire. It left very little to the imagination, and Greg, as he often
did, stopped to admire the awe-inspiring woman standing before him. Her little
spandex tube top barely contained her huge assets, but displayed every muscle
on her rippling torso. Her shorts were more like bicycle shorts than workout
shorts, but they accentuated her huge thighs and curvy ass to great effect.
Both top and bottom were in Cardinal Red, of course, and Anna's big nipples
perked up at the thought of the upcoming events.#

Since her hospital stay and rehab, she had begun extremely intense power
workouts and put an inch on her arms, and considerable size just about
everywhere else. The purpose for the bulking up had changed, though. Greg
would exercise with her, going through her regimen, at about a twelfth of the
weight, but in doing so was getting toned himself.

She had upped all of her maxes, but hadn't really been showing Greg everything
she was doing. She saved a few surprises for him in that area, wanting
desperately to completely blow him away on this special day. She had been
planning for the last two weeks, and was now ready to dazzle Greg.

"Come here, big guy," she said, and held her arms out for Greg.

He laughed and launched himself at her, Anna catching him mid-leap.

"Shall we get started? I have been dying to show you my surprise all this
week," Anna said to Greg in her arms, walking easily with his body weight
toward the bench.

She had stacked 405 on the bench, the number that had so excited Greg when
they first talked, and carried him over to it, setting him on top of the
bench, so he could easily reach her face. They kissed with his head over hers,
her big arms almost wrapping all the way around his body, her huge muscles
squeezing him into her huge breasts with their vast strength.#

They kissed for a few minutes, and Anna let Greg go, his semi-hard erection
lying against her abs.

"Here's my first surprise," she said, and went over to the corner of the
weight room and got a funny looking set of pads. They almost looked like life
preservers you would use as a seat in a canoe. They were all taped together
into a long rectangle, with the straps all hanging below.

Anna took the weird cushion and walked toward Greg, still standing on the
bench. She winked at him and started sliding the straps of the cushions over
the end of the barbell on the bench. She lifted the end of the bar and
threaded the long straps around it. Then she took the straps on the ends and
wrapped them tightly against the weights on either end, making sure the
cushions couldn't move. She walked around to where Greg stood and picked him
up lightly in her arms, sitting his butt in the middle of the cushions.

"Does your throne meet your satisafaction?" she said smiling down on him.

"Very comfy," he said. He knew what she was going to do, and he began to build
his excitement at her upcoming demonstration.

He could feel she reinforced the cushions with something, like a board, so
that they didn't wiggle around, and the tight straps on either side kept it
stable. Greg sat lightly on the seat, his legs hanging over the side.#

Anna walked back behind him and stepped up to the bar, pushing her big breasts
into Greg's back, and reached under the cushions to grasp the bar.

"I have our 405 on here baby," she breathed in his ear, sending a chill down
his spine.

"How do you want me to sit? Should I lay down?" he said.

"I don't know. Let's play it by ear. I'll fool around a little, then you do
what feels comfortable," she said and lifted the bar from the bench, her big
biceps flaring as it easily handled the combined weight.

Greg knew Anna was way past 405 on bench now, but was pretty sure she wasn't
curling 405 + 110, so he wasn't sure what she had planned.

"Why don't you face me so I can see you," Anna said to him as she held the bar
away from her body a little and the combined 515 pounds hung there in the air.
Greg lifted up his legs and swung them carefully around, bringing his legs
down between his and her bodies, his thighs bracketing her big tits. He
tightened his legs and her huge tits squashed between them. He reached for her
breasts and rubbed their huge mounds, causing her nipples to stretch the front
of the workout top. Anna held Greg a little farther away, clucking her tongue
at him.

"Tsk, tsk, you naughty boy," she said, "I haven't given you your surprise yet.
Those are for dessert, and we haven't even gotten to the appetizer."

She started the appetizer by lowering Greg down into curl position.

"Hey, have you been holding out on me?" he asked her as he realized that she
must be able to curl 515 or she wouldn't be starting up this way.

"Mmm hmmm," she said and curled him up easily to her shoulders with perfect
form.#

"I've been doing a second series of supersets after you go home and upping my
weights by a plate on each side for them.

"Holy shit, Anna, another 90 pounds?" he breathed.

"Yep," she said.

She lowered Greg back down and brought him partway up, so the his face and
hers were on the same level. She brought the weight close to her body, her big
chest pushing into Greg. She kissed him, then held him back a little and her
lips curled into her sexy smile.

"And then I added another plate on each side," she said, and Greg gasped.

"You are doing maxing 700 pound curls now?" he breathed, his chest tight.

She brought Greg all the way up to full flex, and looked up at him slyly,
"Something like that," she said, and lowered him back down.

"I'm not going to do full sets because I'm just showing off, but I do want to
show you how little and tiny are have gotten in my arms these days." She said
and lifted Greg into an upright row, her huge breasts jumping up with her
flex. Her big tits pressed down onto the tops of Greg's thighs flowing over
either side of them. She lifted up a little more and her boobs squashed down
in his legs further, their huge curvy shapes dwarfing the diameter of his
thighs. She smiled up at him as she did it, and Greg's friend at his waist
stirred in anticipation of even more.

"Do you want me to stop at this height, or do you want me to do this?" she
asked moving his body out a little and stretching her big arms up past the row
and all the way to a full extension over her head.

"Oh, you know how crazy that drives me, Anna! I want to see you do that from
right in front of you, too," said Greg, now fully erect.

"Okay, baby, anything you want," she said and lowered the bar to the point
where he could hop off. He turned around and faced his big girlfriend. She
bent forward at the waist, extending her face down to his height.#

"I could use some motivation," she said, and he kissed her on the lips as she
held the 405 pounds with her lower back in about the midpoint of a deadlift.

"Oh, that's it," she said, finishing her deadlift easily and slowly lifting
the weight up to seven feet over her head.

"I want to touch you while you do it!" he said, eager to feel her massive
muscles tighten up during her lift.

"Okay, stand really close to me," she said and he pressed his face into her
breasts.

She laughed.

"You're not going to see much like that!" she said, and brought the weight
down, her big arms encircling his body.

His arms went around her body, holding on to the tightly muscled torso,
running his hands over every bump and ridge, his face nuzzling her huge
breasts. He pulled back for a second, and Anna slowly lifted the 405 pounds
around his body, and her incredible musculature swelled hugely as each
individual muscle group came into play. Greg ran his hands up her body as she
lifted, up over her abs, her huge breasts and pecs, then up to her massive
shoulders as Anna slowly brought the weight all the way to full extension.
They sighed in unison as Greg pulled his face again into her breasts, his
hands running over her shoulders and up her arms as far as he could reach.

"Mmmm ... did I ever tell you that you are the perfect height to be my lover?"
she said, lowering the weight again and slipping the padded seat of the bench
under his butt. His head dropped down below her breasts as the bar pushed into
his butt, causing him to sit back down in the cushion. "Have a seat, baby, and
watch me go to work. You're helping too, because this little bit of weight on
the bar just isn't enough for my chest any more."

"I'm always happy to help you with your chest," Greg said, and Anna laughed.
She shook her huge boobs in front of his face for his benefit, and he ran his
hands over their massive surface.

"Here's one I haven't shown you yet," she said, and slowly extended her arms
fully down low, then swung the weight and Greg smoothly upward in a slow arc,
using almost exclusively her back, pecs and shoulders for the lift. Her huge
breasts rose along with Greg as her powerful pecs swelled from the exertion.

"Oh my God ... you're not kidding," he said as his body swung up like he was
on a Ferris Wheel, with Anna stopping once he was fully extended out in front
of her at arm's length.

"So how long have you been saving up this surprise for me, my beautiful
angel?" I asked.

"Oh, about the time I got my right arm back to parity with my left. That was
the same day I started my really heavy stuff. I just wanted to surprise you. I
know how much you love it and I ... I just don't have any way to pay you back
for pretty much saving my life, Greg." She said, some of her emotion bubbling
to the surface.

"Oh, honey ... why would you need to pay me back?" Greg said. "I don't need to
be paid back for anything from the woman I love."

She growled, turned on by his profession of love for her, and brought the bar
in fast. She pulled the bar in at an angle so Greg came down and crashed into
her big breasts. He loved the fact that she was so powerful and hard that his
body just bounced off her without any effect. It was like she was impervious
to anything a normal person could do to her. He hadn't shared it with her, but
he was incredibly turned on when Anna related the story about Bryan hitting
her with his metal baton and it hurt his hand to make contact with her
super-powered body, and how Joey Simmons crashed into her full-force, and did
absolutely nothing to stop her. Greg wrapped his arms around her neck and she
kissed him hard.

"Okay, then how about I wanted to surprise you because I love you and want to
make you happy?" she said, and rubbed his body all over her chest. "Mmmm,
little lover, I think you're making my nipples go crazy under my shirt! Would
you like to see?"

"You know I would," Greg said, and Anna moved the bar farther out, and he
looked down at her huge breasts, which now had two big nubs pushing their way
through the tight spandex top.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Greg asked her.

"Anything," she said.

"That top is so tight ... and it's making me crazy, but do you think you could
flex your upper body and tear it?" he asked in a low voice, giving away his
extreme excitement at the prospect.

"Oh, you mean you want me to try and rip my shirt apart by flexing?" she said.

"Oh ... " he moaned, "yes... I will probably pass out from seeing that."

"It's funny you ask that, because I was ... I have a little confession, Greg,
and I don't ever want to keep anything from you, so I'm just going to tell
you, and I hope it doesn't make you think I'm weird," she said, hesitantly.

She set the weight bar on the ground in front of her, and Greg stood up to
face her, concerned.

"What honey, you can tell me anything, you know that. I won't think you're
weird," he replied.

"Well, I don't like to think about being back in the locker room, but when I
was going to rip Joey Simmons apart ... I mean, I just ... I really wanted to
give him a taste of his own medicine, you know?" she started, unable to figure
out how to voice her thoughts.

"I understand honey ... you wanted to make him feel what you were feeling,"
Greg said, and she nodded her head emphatically.

"Yes, exactly! I just wanted to terrify him like I was terrified. I was
standing in front of him, and I knew he was intimidated by how strong I was
and by the fact that they couldn't really hurt me, you know?" she said, and
Greg actually moaned.

"What?" she said.

"You finish, and then I'll confess something to you, too, okay?" he said.

"Okay," she said slowly, and continued, "Um, where was I? Oh, I was in front
of him, and I was all pumped up, and I just thought about doing exactly what
you asked, just flexing up so hard that I ripped my sports bra right off, like
the Hulk or something. Here's the weird part: I kind of got turned on by
showing him how strong I was too, and I thought that would scare him to death.
I was wondering if that would turn you on, since you like everything about me
being so strong ... "

"Yes, it would make me insane with lust ... which is why I couldn't help but
ask. And I don't think it's weird that that would turn you on. I mean, it
turns you on that you like how I appreciate your body and power, right?" Greg
said, and she nodded, her face expectant, and he realized she was eager to
hear his own confession.

"Okay, it's my turn. This IS weird, and I'm going to apologize for it now,
because it might upset you," Greg said, his turn to hesitate.

"What? Is it about that day?" she asked.

"Um, yeah. When we were talking about that day, and you explained it all to me
... I think the first time it was the day we were discharged from the hospital
... you told me about how they hit you and how Joey Simmons just bounced off
you when he hit you full-force ... " Greg visibly gulped, and Anna looked down
at him ... it was like he was that nervous boy she had tried to seduce, and
her heart melted further.

"Yeah?" she said, prompting him on. "You can tell me baby."

"O-okay. When you told me they tried so hard to hurt you and they just
couldn't ... like you were so powerful you're indestructible (Anna started
smiling at this point) ... I started getting excited in the hospital. It was
turning me on that those big strong guys could just do nothing to you, I mean,
I keep calling you goddess, and I love that pet name for you, but it just felt
like you truly were some sort of higher power ... just so far above me. Do you
know-"

"You are so silly," Anna said, and he looked at her with surprise. "Hell, I
knew that would turn you on, you goofball. I actually saw you get a little
hard when I told you. I figured it was just another part of your obsession
with my big strong body!"

She started flexing up as she started teasing him with her words, knowing Greg
loved to hear her talk about how strong she was.

"Come here, little man," she said, taking on a commanding air that she knew
Greg liked when they roleplayed and fooled around. He walked to her, eager to
see what she had in store.

"I'm going to tighten up my chest and then throw out my lats, and we'll see if
I can't rip this wimpy little shirt." She said. "It's gotten really tight, and
I thought about wearing it one day when I was just casually working out here.
I would pretend to rip it like it was an accident my muscles just overpowered
it, but I like it more when you know I'm going to do it. Come stand close and
maybe you'll hear it rip when the seams start failing. I had on a dressy shirt
a couple of days ago when we went out for my mom's birthday, and I was pulling
my hair back in a ponytail and I ripped all of the inner seam on my right arm.
I immediately thought, 'Wow, Greg would have loved to have seen that,' and I
got a little wet at the table. It was kind of embarrassing. I'm sure nobody
knew, but I knew, and it was just like this crazy forbidden thing, thinking
about getting you off."

Greg was getting weak in the knees from Anna casually talking about tearing
her clothes apart from her big muscles, and she smiled down as she saw the
effects her words had on him. She got that familiar feeling of arousal from
knowing how totally her hold over him was.

"Okay, listen," she said, and she brought her big arms up, flexing her huge
biceps for Greg's enjoyment, and started flexing up her chest. Her big breasts
lifted up a few inches with her flex, and he could actually see the gap
between her breasts through the fabric, it had become so thin. Then she threw
out her lats, and he DID hear the seams under her arms start to give way, but
the super-tight shirt's spandex stretched out to it's highest elongation and
didn't fail. She looked at him with a little disappointment, then her eyes lit
up as she had an idea.

Anna started inhaling, her chest swelling impossibly huge with the air intake.
Greg thought he was going to pass out from the sight: it looked like she was
growing bigger and thicker right before his eyes! She smiled at his awed look
and felt the seams failing at her sides ... #

Just a little more, she thought. Greg had started rubbing his cock through his
pants, and she could see a spot forming on the front of his shorts.

She inhaled as deeply as she could, her big lungs swelling her chest bigger
than Greg had ever seen it ...

Just as she reached her lung capacity, her chest at least eight inches bigger
from her deep inhalation, the seams under her right arm failed completely, and
with a loud RIP the tube top snapped off her chest like a rubber band, hitting
Greg right in the forehead.

Anna laughed loudly, and Greg made a big show of falling backward, like he was
knocked off his feet. He fell backward onto the padded floor and started
laughing, and Anna stepped over his body, her big breasts standing proudly on
her chest.

"Did it work?" she said to him, bending at the waist, her huge breasts
dangling almost fout feet above him, her huge nipples fully erect. "It's
working for me ... look."

She touched herself, and Greg could see the darker patch of the black spandex
pants, damp from her arousal.

"Oh, God, that's so fucking HOT!" he yelled up at her and started sliding his
body up her huge left thigh, rubbing his face along the inside of her thigh
until his face touched her womanhood. He stuck his tongue out, pushing it into
the cleft of her vagina through her soaked pants, tasting her sweet womanly
juices.

"Oooohhhh ... . " Anna moaned loudly and came, overwhelmed by the sensation of
his face on her already aroused clit. Greg held tightly to her massive thighs
on either side of his body, barely able to reach their outer edges for a good
hold as he pressed his mouth harder into her pussy, Anna writhing in ecstasy
above him.

"That is so fucking good!" she cried, her eyes tightly shut, big body fully
flexed as she braced against the waves of pleasure that ripped through her
body.

She came down from her climax, Greg still clinging to her, his face shoved
into her pussy, and she reached down with her incredible arm and grabbed a
handful of the back of his shirt, bunching it tightly with her strong hand.
She hoisted him into the air effortlessly, his feet dangling at about the
height of her knees. She growled with lust and looked at Greg with smoldering
eyes.

"When I grabbed Joey Simmons and picked him up off the ground, I held him just
like this," she said in a sexy voice, stretching out her big arm so Greg hung
way out in front of her. "He probably weighs twice what you do, but it didn't
matter... his weight was like nothing to me, too."

"Oh, Anna, keep going, you're turning me on so much," Greg begged her.

"Yeah, he was terrified of how strong I am, how I could just take his body and
do anything, and he couldn't hope to ever slow me down, much less stop me.
I'll be he and Bryan could have tried to tackle me at the same time, and I
they would have just bounced off me like the powerless little nothings they
are ... because I'm so, SO STRONG Greg."

Greg was now moaning incoherently now, pushed to the edge by Anna's muscle
tease.

She flexed up her huge upper body for him to watch her, and she got wet all
over again as his burning eyes drank in her incredible display of power.

"Maybe I should buy you some football pads, baby, and you could just bounce
off me, too!" she said, and shook his body in her big arm, demonstrating her
ease at holding him off the ground.

"I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, though. Bryan even used a weapon and
hit me, and he couldn't do anything, so you might hurt yourself, even with the
pads. My body is so hard, I'm not even sure if Joey's knife could get through
this armor."#

She pounded her abs with her fist, and Greg shuddered every time the heard the
heavy thud of her hand, and felt the shock through her arm that held him up so
easily.

"Ooh, I know ... here's where you can crash against me," she said, and she
brought Greg's body toward her big breasts, and Greg crashed against them,
hitting them with his chest and face. He hit her big pillowy breasts and, true
to her words, bounced right off, their soft masses bouncing and shaking from
the impact.

"Oooh, fuck, Anna! Do it again! I'm so close," and he braced himself for the
next impact.

"Okay baby ... I could do this all day ... I want to see you come! Wait a
minute, let's get your pants out of the way!" she growled and hiked his body
up effortlessly in her big right arm, grabbing the front of his shorts with
her other hand and ripping them and his underwear right off of him, his hips
pulling out toward Anna's big body. Greg was almost held horizontal, and was
awed at how easily she could just fling his body around. His shirt gave some
groans, but Anna yanked his shorts so hard and quick that they ripped cleanly
right down both sides, and aside from his body rocking a little, she didn't
hurt him with her rough treatment of his clothes.

He was so fucking turned on, and had started stroking his cock while hanging
from her massive arm, and she smiled at him and began encouraging him.

"That's right, baby, show me how much this super strong body turns you on!"
and she flexed up again, raising Greg even higher so he could see her body
swell up massively from a higher vantage.

She brought him back down and crashed him into her breasts again, holding him
to her chest for a second and rubbing his face into the deep valley of her
cleavage.

"Feel how hard my abs are, baby. Reach down there and touch them. Do you think
you could ever have the slightest chance of hurting me through all of that?
Even if your little body dropped off a building and hit me, I think you'd
still just bouce off, like your chest does off my big tits!"#

She held Greg out again, and his hands that had been gliding over her abs were
pulled away. She started bringing him back into her breasts, and he held his
hands up to absorb the impact, crashing into them again, their big forms
swelling up against his face and chest.#

"Are you okay down there, baby?" she asked tenderly, breaking character for a
second.

"I'm so fucking okay, honey!" he cried, and held tight to her breasts, holding
on with all of his might. He nuzzled his face against her huge breasts, and
she laughed and held her arm out again, easily overcoming his grip on her.

She bounced his face off her body a couple more times, each time holding him
between her breasts, letting him lick and suck them as much as he wanted.
After a while, he started stroking his cock with his hand again, and she held
him against her huge chest, waiting for him to begin the shudder that
signalled his impending orgasm. Then at arm's length, high above the ground,
and he same spraying his seed at her, his body shaking in her powerful grasp.

She waited for him to come down from his climax, then set him down on his
shaky feet and grabbed her workout towel and began toweling herself off,
wiping around for the spots that missed her and hit the floor. She up at him
from where she knelt, fire in her eyes.

Chapter Eleven

"I want you inside me," Anna suddenly said to him.

"Anna, are you sure? You've been avoiding us actually having sex. I thought
you were worried about getting pregnant." Greg said.

"I was, but I started on birth control two weeks ago for our anniversary," she
said, and gave him a big smile. "I wanted to have you so bad that first night
we were together ... then that weekend happened ... and I was ... I think I
was afraid to let any man have control after that, even you. But I want you to
feel how much I love you, Greg. I want to be everything you want in a woman."

"Honey, are already are. You don't have to prove anything to me. I've loved
you for who you are long before we ever went out. If there's more of that as
you grow into yourself, then I'm fine. I don't ever want to change you into
someone else. I love you! You know, even if you weren't such a perfect ideal
of my fantasies, I would still love who you are."

"I know when you say things like this you mean it, but I just can't help
myself. You worship me like a goddess, and sometimes I just feel like I'm
using you, and I just want to show you I don't think of you that way at all.
All of this dominance ... it's just like a game we play, you know?"

"Yes, honey, I know. It's just part of my fantasy. I love having you as an
equal and, if you think about it, you are already submissive to me. You do so
much just to please me, and I know the reason you are getting even stronger is
because I like it ... . So, see? You are already pleasing me. You're not a
user, Anna. It's just not in your nature."

Anna swept Greg up in her arms, overcome with love for him.

She ran up to her room, taking the stairs four at a time.

She bumped open her bedroom door with her big hip, and the door flew open.

"Get ready to fly, baby," she said, and threw Greg onto the bed from across
the room. He sailed a good ten feet and crashed down onto the soft pillow-top
mattress. Anna walked up to the bed, and stood at the foot, sliding her pants
down over her massive thighs.

"Hey! I have an idea, wait a second. She ran off into the next room over, and
came back with ... a pair of boxing gloves!

"Oh, Anna! Really?" he asked with a laugh.

"I think you're going to like this ... I'll drive you crazy, you wait and
see!" she teased. "Don't worry, I'm going to fuck your brains out, too, but I
can't help giving you this one last tease ... I want you so hard when you
drive into me. I want to feel you as hard there as I am hard here," She
slapped the boxing glove in her right hand hard on her abs, the glove making a
dull thud as it connected.

"You keep talking like that, and you won't have to worry about that," Greg
said.

"Here, put these on. My dad used to box in college, and as long as we don't do
anything to these, he'll never know I grabbed them out of his trophy case,"
she said, and laced the gloves onto Greg's hands.

Greg mimicked some boxer's moves. Anna laughed.

"Float on over here butterfly and lay one on me. Wherever you like," she said.

He started his exaggerated boxer's moves, and danced his way over to her. He
made a big show of winding up and swung hard at her stomach. She stood there,
her big arms up, hands on the back of her head, head thrown back like she was
sunbathing.

THUMP!

The glove made solid contact, and she wiggled her hips in response. He could
see her juices running down the side of her massive thigh.

"Ooooh," she moaned and flexed up her abs, then her pecs, bouncing her big
breasts. "Hit me up here on my tits."

"Hard?" Greg said.

"Yeah. It will be fine. I'm so strong everywhere, baby, even my boobs, that
you can't hurt me. You know I'm indestructible. You could probably hit me with
your car, and I'd have an orgasm from the impact. Hit me again." She said,
teasing him mercilessly.

Greg loved it so much. This newest playing out of her total power over him. He
just loved how much she liked to play along, how into it she got.

He wound back and hit her breast, but not full-power. He couldn't bear to
possibly damage those works of art.

"That was pretty soft, baby," she said, "but it's still getting me wet. You're
afraid to hit me hard there, aren't you? Even after I crashed you into them so
many times downstairs?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, honey, but-" he said, and she suddenly squatted down, and
pushed her chest hard into him, lifting him up off the ground and her big tits
crashed into his chest and face, throwing him into the air and back onto the
bed four feet away."

Greg crashed down onto the bed and bounced. He was stunned for a moment, and
Anna came running up, a worried look on her face.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Was that too hard?" she said.

Greg shook the cobwebs out of his head, and grinned from ear to ear, his cock
at full attention.

"That was FUCKING GREAT, honey!" he yelled at her, and she stood tall, a big
smile on her face.

"I KNEW you would like that! And, no, you can't hurt my big, strong tits,
baby. I barely even felt that, just the pressure on them. It didn't hurt at
all, I swear." She said, and her eyes lit up. "Oooh! I fucking love it! Wait
here!"#

She ran back out, and, Greg shook his head. Maybe she's even more into the
muscle domination than I am, he thought, as she came racing back in with her
dad's old sparring headgear.

"The last thing I want to do is give you a concussion, baby," she said. "Do
you want to do it again? I'm getting off on it!"

"Anna, you nut ... you are so fucking good to me, baby!" he said, and he let
her put the headgear on him.

She snapped the chin strap in place, and stood in front of him, hands on her
hips.

"Are you ready?" she asked, and he shook his head yes.

WHAM. She repeated the move, her big breasts slamming into her face and chest
again, lifting him up and sending him flying backward. He hit the bed again,
and bounced up slightly off center this time, tumbling off the bed. She
laughed, and he made his way back up to his feet, coming back again toward
her. She looked down at him, her face a little more serious.

"I'm not going to flex at all. Just hit me wherever. You can even hit me in
the face if you want." She said, the last in a small voice.

"Honey, I love playing around with you, but you KNOW I will never hit you for
real ... and I'm not ever going to even play around by hitting you in the
face. NEVER." He said, his eyes holding hers, his tone deadly serious.

"Okay ... I don't want to kill the mood. Just hit me somewhere else, then. I
want to show you that I really am indestructible. I'm so fucking strong that
you can't hurt me, baby. Nobody can. Nobody." She said.

He didn't quite hear her voice break with the last word, and he waded in,
throwing a flurry of punches at her abs. She moved her hips with his hits, and
moaned, shoving her fingers into her pussy.

"Keep trying, baby. I'm going to come if you keep it up, and then I'm going to
take you and fuck your brains out. You can even try to stop me if you want,
but you won't be able to. I'll overpower you with my pinky finger, I'm so
strong." She taunted him while he pounded away on her, his hands starting to
sting, even through the padded gloves.

Greg was starting to really exert himself, and all the while, Anna held her
right hand behind her head, her other hand shoving three fingers into her
pussy, seeking out her most sensitive spots, one finger sliding over her
distended clitoris.#

Despite the questionable vibes he had about this line of play, Greg was
getting incredibly turned on. Her body was everything she said it was,
impregnable, indestructible, super-powered.

Anna continued to turn herself on, and the harmless shots bouncing off her
body fueled her to a crescendo. She brought her right hand down and grabbed
the front of Greg's shirt, yanking him off his feet and shoving his face
roughly into her big right breast. All the while, she still fingered herself,
and he could feel how close she was from the trembling that he felt through
her powerful arm as she held him to her breast. His lips latched onto her
nipple and she pulled him in tighter, his toes grazing the floor, but his
entire body weight still in her powerful grip. He felt his shirt tearing as
she tightened up and pushed his face into her breast, leaning back to raise
his body higher off the ground. His air was cut off, but he wanted to let her
finish, so he just latched on, bringing his glove-covered hands up to try to
cup her breast with them, and suckled her hard.

Her huge breast was fully covering his face, and he knew she was seconds away,
but he was starting to lose consciousness from the lack of air. Just another
second.... he was starting to get hazy from lack of air.

He bit hard on her nipple, just as he blacked out and slumped in her grasp.#

Anna raised his body up to her full arm's length and let out a roar as she
came, flexing up hugely, her body shaking from the incredible intense
sensations.

Chapter Eleven

"Greg? Greg?"

Greg came around to the sound of Anna's voice. His face was wet, and he
realized he was lying on the bed on top of Anna's huge body, her arms holding
around him, pushing his head back into her huge breasts. She was weeping and
the tears were falling down on his face.

He stretched his body against her, letting out a big exaggerated yawn, and he
felt her arms go around him tightly.

"Oh, thank God!" she said as she choked back a sob. "I thought I really hurt
you!"

"No baby, not at all. You were so close and I knew you would go over if you
held me to your breast, so I just sucked it up until you came. You DID come,
right?" he said, looking up above him to her tear-streaked face.

"Yes, I did, Greg," she said softly. "It was you biting my nipple that pushed
me over the edge."

He laughed.

"Did I? That must have been involuntary ... ." he said, teasing her.

She looked down at him with a sad smile, then laughed lightly.

"How did it feel to just TAKE me?" he asked, and she looked down at him, her
eyes wide.

"What do you mean?" she said.

"That was for YOU, baby," he said back. "I know how much you were getting into
being so powerful, so irresistible. You grabbed me and shoved me into your
chest and nothing in the world could have stopped you, you're so strong."

He liked to use her own little catchphrase back at her, and he felt her squirm
underneath him.

"It ... it felt really good, Greg. But it scares me!" she said. "I don't want
to take you. I want you to want me too!"

"Baby, sometimes I want to feel your power on YOUR terms, not mine. I wanted
to be taken." He said, but her face still looked scared.

He rolled over to face her, sitting down on her big thighs. He took her
beautiful face in both hands, and she dropped her gaze unable to look in his
eyes.

"Anna. Look at me," he said sternly.

She hesitantly met his eyes with hers and Greg could see the fear in them.

"This is not rape. It isn't your forcing yourself on me. I want you, and I
want to please you, too, you know. You're not the only partner who wants that.
I want you to feel so good with me that you'll never look for someone stronger
or someone more your match, or-"

"Greg, I don't want anyone but you," she said, cutting him off.#

"All of this," she said, flexing her massive frame, "this gigantic powerful
body, it's all for you! All of it. I started out getting big to protect myself
from the world, but I don't care about that anymore. I will keep getting
stronger to please you, and protect you. You're what matters to me now. That's
why I don't want to be the one hurting you!"

He wiped the tears from her brilliant blue eyes, and kissed her deeply. She
returned the kiss eagerly, her arms wrapping around his body.

They broke their kiss, and Greg looked into her mesmerizing eyes.

"I know you don't want to hurt me, honey, and you don't, you haven't. You're
so gentle it amazes me sometimes," he said, drawing her back into a kiss.

"I love you so much, Greg! You get me more than anyone else. I know I'm kind
of messed up, but I promise I'll be the best girlfriend or wife or partner
that you could ever have. I'll work as hard as I have building my muscles up
to make you-"

"Us, honey, us!" Greg interrupted.

" ... US ... happy," she finished, and they kissed again.

They held each other for a while, enjoying the feel of such close contact, and
Greg turned again and reclined against Anna's big body. His hips rode high up
on her thighs, and head rested comfortably between her massive breasts. Anna
had her arms around him, and he had his hands resting on the massive
quadriceps that flared several inches out to either side of his. She let out a
purr and stretched her big body, his smaller one rising with her. She slid her
hand down to feel Greg's cock.

"You know, I did promise to fuck your brains out," she said, and massaged his
genitals gently, playing with his balls. She squeezed her big breasts together
by flexing her pecs, and their huge fleshy masses rose up around his head. He
turned into her left breast and kissed its perfect form, moving his hips
against hers, his ass rubbing her pelvis.

He slid his hand up her thigh and underneath him to feel her womanhood,
slipping one of his fingers into her. She gasped at the sensation.

"Oh, now you've done it," she said, and lifted him bodily off her, turning him
around in mid-air to face her.

She lay back on the bed, totally flat, pushing the pillows out of the way with
a little wiggle of her torso. She lay Greg on top of her and guided his penis
into her waiting vagina.

Greg's cock penetrated Anna and they both moaned at the feel. As much
masturbation and erotic play as they had done in the last six months, they had
never consummated their relationship, and this first penetration hit them both
like a stroke of lightning.

"Oh FUCK!" Greg cried out. As much as he played with her pussy with his hands
and mouth, he never truly could appreciate just how tight that muscular chasm
was without entering her with his manhood.

Likewise, she couldn't appreciate how fully he filled her until now, and she
rocked back with the intense feelings running through her, a low guttural moan
escaping her lips.

"Yes, baby, fuck me hard, drive into me as hard as you can. Even my pussy is
indestructible. Feel this," she said, and squeezed his cock tightly into her.
"Try to pull out."

He tried to pull his hips away, but only succeeded in stretching his cock as
her incredible pussy tightly gripped him.

"Oh, it feels so incredible. Tease me some more with it!" he cried, begging.

"Okay ... here, let me guide you," she said, and took hold of his hips in her
hands. She lifted him up to the point where the tip of his glans was touching
her labia.

"Knock on my abs and ask to come in," she said, smiling, holding him just
above her.

He played along and rapped on her solid stomach with his knuckles.

"Who iiisss it?" she said in a falsetto.

"Candygram!" he said in his best Chevy Chase impersonation, and Anna laughed,
losing concentration. He plunged down into her, and she gasped.

"Oh God was that intense!" she moaned, and panted for a second.

After she recovered, she lifted him up again.

"What are you showing me, honey?" Greg asked, turned on, but in limbo, waiting
for the main event.

"This," she said and let go of his hips a little. His glans pushed down onto
her labia, but stopped cold in entering her. She was able to squeeze her
vaginal muscles so tightly that he couldn't penetrate her, even with his
entire body weight pushing down on his cock (which hurt quite a bit, but he
wasn't going to say anything).

"That is fucking incredible!" he breathed, and said a silent prayer when she
put her hands back on his hips and let his slide slowly down into her.

"OH FUCK!" Anna yelled as her muscles guided him slowly into her, their
friction causing intense sensations in her body. "I will NEVER hold out on you
ever again, I swear!"

"I get off on everything we do together baby," Greg said, through his moans of
pleasure. "You do with me whatever you are comfortable with. I will never
force myself on you. And, hell, with your body, I couldn't anyway ... you're
SO STRONG!"

Anna laughed0 and squeezed his cock with her pussy, eliciting a wince of pain
from him.

"You little shit... I know that turns you on, so you can tease me with it if
you want, but your little buddy down there likes it!" she said with a smile.

"I know, baby, but I love it and I love to tease you, too, sexually or
otherwise," he replied.

She started lifting him up and out of her and then back down a couple of
times.

"Do you want me to do it, baby, or do you?" she asked him.

"I want to make you come myself, baby," he said, "and then I have a special
request."

"Ooh, okay. Then let's stop playing around," she said, and rammed his hips
into her hard.

"Oof," he said, and started hammering into her, bringing his hand down to rub
her clit at the same time. She squealed when he made contact with her button,
and he started sliding his finger over it.

She built up quickly, and was arching her back up, bringing her hips up off
the bed, lifting Greg up to the point where he had to practically stand on the
bed and ram into her.

He hammered his cock into Anna's solid body until he felt her climb to the
apex of her pleasure, her quivering body telling him she was right at the
edge.

He then stretched forward and shoved his head down onto her huge left breast,
sucking her nipple into his mouth. Then he pulled back, stretching the big
nipple back a couple of inches, holding lightly in his teeth.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed and came in a massive climax, her body bucking like
a bronco. Greg brought his hand off her clit and grabbed onto her rock hard
waist, holding on for dear life, still hanging on to her big nipple with his
teeth.

She bucked and rocked for several minutes, throwing his body around like a rag
doll, and finally began to come down.

"Oh, holy hell!" she gasped, her big chest rising and falling rapidly as she
panted, completely blown away by the powerful orgasm. "That was so
incredible!" Greg smiled a big smile as he lay against her huge breast, and
she pulled his face up into a passionate kiss.

"Oh, you set the bar so high, baby! What can I do to make you explode like
that?" she said, still panting from the sheer magnitude.

"Here's my request: I want you to be on top, and then I'll tell you what else
I want." He said.

"Your wish is my command, my God," she said, and he got a little thrill as she
used his own worshipful pet name on him.

She rolled them over and then sat up, rising majestically over his little
body, her huge breasts thrust out and pointing to the sky.

"Oh, you are so beautiful, Anna," he sighed, his eyes drinking in her
incredible physique.

She slid her hands up and down his chest, then slid them up her massive
thighs, then her torso and over her breasts, then brought her arms out to
either side, and slowly tightened her arms into a massive double biceps pose.
She lifted up with her legs, and her body rose further, her slick pussy
sliding slowly up his shaft.

"Is this what you were hoping to see?" she said in a husky voice.

"God, yes, this is it!" he said.

"Mmm ... I like showing off for you so much Greg," she said, as she slid up
and down his shaft achingly slowly and gave Greg the show of a lifetime. She
kept her slow pace on his cock with her massive quads, her hands playing over
her body: pinching her nipples, bouncing her breasts with her pecs, crunching
her abs down so they stood out like cobblestones in an old road.

"Do you want to see all of this big strong body rising up over you, is that
what you want?" she teased, and Greg whimpered like a baby at her display.#

"Do you want to kiss my big arm?" she said and brought one of her massive
biceps down to him, flexed up hugely right in front of his face, and he
grabbed hold with both hands, running his lips over every inch.

She teased him further, slowly pulling her arm away from his lips, and in
desperation he clung to her super-powerful arm, his torso lifting up off the
bed.

She laughed at her dominance, and lowered him back down.

"Tell me what to do for you, my God," she said to him, continuing to slide up
and down his shaft ever so slowly.

"Oh, Anna. Here is what a want ... I want you to TAKE me so hard!" he cried,
and she gasped. "I want you to pin my arms down with your super strong hands,
and I want to struggle against you with all of my might, knowing I don't have
a chance of getting free. I want you to press your big tits into my face and
make me struggle just to breathe, and I want you to taunt me the whole time
you do it."#

Chapter Twelve

She stopped for a second, and looked down at him.

"Greg ... are you sure?" she asked.

"Anna ... " he replied.

"Yes, Greg?" she said in a small voice.

"I want you to realize that anything you do to me I'm going to love. I want
you to feel free to just take me anytime you want, because I am yours, body
and soul. And I want you to love me when you do it." He said, looking up into
her eyes.

"Can you do that for me ... and can you do that for you?" he asked.

She sat atop him for a minute, looking into his eyes. Then she slid her body
forward and pinned his wrists with her hands, tightening her hands until she
heard him gasp, her big breasts inches from his face.

"Here's how we're going to do this." she said finally. "I'm going to dominate
you, and taunt you, and Greg I AM going to enjoy it. But we have to have
limits, because if I lose control I could break you in half without even
realizing it."

Greg moaned when she said that, and she lifted his body up a little to get his
attention, and he looked over the huge swell of her breasts at her face.

"Here's what you have to do, baby." She said, "I'm going to start slow with
everything, and when you start feeling pain or if I'm doing something too
hard, you're going to give me a cue to back off, like a safe word."

"Okay, that's a good idea, he said. What do you want me to say?" he asked.

"Oh, come on, Greg, what have you been teasing me with today?" she asked him
with a smile on her face, and shook her big boobs in his face, rocking his
head a couple of times with their massive weight.

Greg laughed.

She tightened her hands on his wrists, making him cry out.

"Ow! You're so strong!" he said quickly.

"I think you've got it!" she said, and suddenly slid her big torso down to
cover his, pushing her huge breasts hard into his chest, crushing him down
into the mattress. They were so big and full that they were actually squeezing
the air out of his chest as she increased the pressure by pushing down with
her abs. Her face came within inches of his and she kissed him hard on the
lips.

Then she pulled her face away and stuck her chest out, pressing him further
into the bed, beginning to lift her hips up and down on Greg at a good pace as
she pounding his cock into her wet pussy.

He could barely breathe and he started struggling in her grasp, but she held
him firm.

"Oh, is my little man having some trouble? Come on, if you squirm a little
more you might just get free. Do you think?" She said with a laugh.

She pushed her chest harder into him, forcing him to give her the safe word,
but he was enjoying it so much he didn't want her to stop. His eyes were
closed tight and he tried with all of his might to push back up against her
breasts with his own chest, but he was completely over-matched, and he knew
it. His climax was roaring up, and suddenly Anna lifted partway off him and
stopped, squeezing his cock tightly with the strong muscles of her pussy,
feeling his cock pulse inside her.

"No way, baby," she said with a smile, and she brought her big arms up,
running her fingers through her hair. "You don't get to come so quickly ... no
way."

He pushed against her huge thighs as her pussy clamped down on his erection,
causing him to squirm in pain.

"You're so fucking strong, Anna!" he cried, and she released his cock. He fell
back onto the bed, gasping from the sheer power she could turn on in an
instant. His cock twitched in her pussy, and she lowered her full body weight
onto his hips, pressing his ass hard into the bed.

"Is this what you were hoping for, baby? Am I being rough enough for you?" she
asked.

"Anna, this is what I have been dreaming of, that would dominate the hell out
of me, and just press my body to the breaking point without even trying," he
said, and she laughed. She looked down at him and arched her eyebrow.

"Not even trying?" she said, "Baby I'm trying like hell NOT to hurt you!"#

"Do you realize that I can curl 500 pounds on a curl bar... that's like 5 of
you... and THEN throw you on top and do a hundred reps without even trying?"
she said, slamming down hard on him.

He moaned at her words, and rocked his hips up to hers.

"Put your hands on my thighs, Greg," she commanded and he did it, running his
hands lovingly over their massive curves.

"My thighs are so strong that they can push up the entire back end of your
car. I could probably crush your body between them just by flexing my muscles
against you. Do you want to see?"#

She started flexing up her thighs, and they pressed in against him. Their
solid, rock-hard masses compressed his hips between them as they expanded.#

They just kept swelling, bigger and bigger, Anna looking down at him, hands on
her hips, big chest thrust out. They kept going, blowing up like rock-hard
balloons, compressing Greg's poor little hips between their expanding forms.

Greg pushed his arms against her big thighs, his hands so tiny on their
massive bulks. It was like pushing against the trunk of a tree.

"You're so strong Anna!" he cried as her legs began to crush him, and she
smiled.

"See, I was barely even flexing them. If I did it fast I'd probably snap your
pelvis like a twig, just by blowing up my big thighs ... just by flexing them,
Greg!" she said.

Her look was smug, but her eyes were warm with the excitement she was building
in him.

"My body is probably ten times stronger than yours, Greg," she said, "maybe
even more. I'll bet I could beat fifty of you in a tug of war or in arm
wrestling, or any kind of competition you could think of. I can hold three or
four of you over my head with one hand and not break a sweat. I'll bet I could
lift your body weight off the ground with my pinky finger!"

She was working him again hard as she was talking to him, driving him down
into the bed. He was moaning with her flexing her muscles and the domination
that he was enjoying so much. His eyes were tightly shut, and Anna brought him
back into the moment.

"Greg, look at me. Do you understand how much stronger I am than you?" she
said to him, smug smile in place, and those brilliant blue eyes, so sexy as
they bored into his.

"Yes, Anna, my goddess." He said with reverence.

"Good. I work this hard because I love you and a want to please you, and if
you want me to have my way with you, and you're going to have to indulge me a
little and try to stop me from doing this!" she said, and grabbed him by the
neck with her incredible right arm.

She started lifting his torso toward her, and he cried out from the sudden
pain on his neck.

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you okay?" she said, stopping her motion and letting him
go. Greg dropped back him down to the bed.

"I'm okay, honey ... I'm okay," he said, and he could see the fear in her
eyes, her smug acting job disappearing in an instant, replaced with her care
for him.

"Lift me by my back instead, or use two hands around my chest, something like
that. I think that won't hurt as much," he said, and put both hands on Anna's
waist, pushing his hips up against her.

"Okay, sweetie, let's try that," she said, and grabbed him by his shoulders,
lifting his torso off the mattress and shoving his face hard into her right
breast. She pushed him hard into her breast, and his face disappeared into its
massive form.

"You better try to get out of there, or you're going to not be able to breathe
in a second," she said, and he started pushing against her arms, then her
breast, his hands sinking deep into the sides. He pushed futilely against her
for a minute, then he started tapping her arm, and she pulled him back. He
breathed in deeply, and his smile stretched the width of his face.

"This is so fucking incredible, honey," he said. "I have never been so turned
on!"

"Good, because I love you so much, and if you want me to crush you and squeeze
you like the little teddy bear you are, then I'm only too happy to oblige."
She said back, and lifted his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss.

She kissed him for a long time, so enraptured with him, and he just melted
into her strong arms, his body going completely slack.

"How are you doing, baby?" she asked him when their lips parted, "are you
okay?"

"I am so wonderful, but I want to just come in you, baby. I think I'm about
worn out," he said, and she kissed him gently on the lips.

"Okay, sweetheart, how about I take over for the climax?" she asked.

"Okay! Blow me away, my super powerful goddess!" he said, and she smiled and
laid him back down on the mattress.

"Here's what I want you do to, baby," she said. "Grab my nipples and play with
my tits, and I'll take us both over the edge."#

"That is a job I was born for!" he said eagerly, and she laughed.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like that. And I do too!" she said, and slid her hands
under his ass.

Her big thighs swelled to either side of him, and she rose up, taking his body
with her. She spread her legs a little wider so her bulging quads didn't crush
Greg, and he brought his hands up to grab a nipple in each hand.

"Are you ready baby?" she said, looking down at him. She was already starting
to get wet from anticipation, and Greg could feel her juices flowing down onto
his hips.

"Yes, my love!" he said, and gave her nipples a squeeze.

"Oh, yes, honey, keep going!" she said, and she started sliding his cock up
into her, slowly at first, then building momentum, his hips pressing up into
her thick thighs and ass.

Greg leaned his body back, and pulled her nipples hard, stretching them out,
pulling with his whole body weight on them. She cried out in ecstasy, and
drove him harder up into her, her pussy making wet smacking sounds as her
rammed up into her.

"Oh, yes, baby ... pull them harder!" she said, and he tugged with all of his
might against her nipples, her huge arms swelling with unbelievable power as
she rammed him almost painfully up into her.

She slid her right hand over to cover his whole ass, pushing him up with just
one arm, not slowing in the least. The she took his head with her left hand,
bringing him up to her big left breast.

Greg took his hand off her nipple and gasped as he saw how swollen it was from
him tugging hard on it.

"What?" Anna moaned, really starting to peak.

"Your nipple is so huge now ... it's so mmph!" he said, cut off as she rammed
his face into her big breast, aiming his mouth right at the now gigantically
swollen nub.

"Shut up and suck it," she said, and kept ramming him up into her.#

He grabbed her huge breast with both hands and slammed his face into her tit,
sucking her gigantic nipple as hard as he could.

Anna cried out as he sucked hard, and her arm sped up even faster, Greg's body
practically bouncing in her palm.

He was going over the edge and bit her hard, pressing her face into her tit as
hard as he could, and she screamed and started shaking, pounding Greg up into
her painfully hard now.

Greg let go of her nipple with his mouth and sceamed "YES" and began shaking
himself as he came painfully hard into her.

Anna felt his hot seed blast up into her pussy, and her pussy rippled on his
cock in her orgasm. She pushed his head in between her breasts and began
slowing her pace to a crawl, her pussy becoming super sensitive with the flood
of endorphins.

Greg grabbed the outside of each huge breast and pushed them into and around
his face, burying his head in the warm softness, still shaking in his
continued climax.

"Mmmm, bury your face in my big boobs, baby," she moaned, "God I love when you
do that!"

"Me too!" was his muffled response, and she laughed.

"You know I'm never letting you go, right, honey?" she said as she came down.

"I don't ever want you to," Greg said, and she bent forward and stretched out
her big body to lie beside Greg.

She brought his face up to hers, and rubbed her huge right breast over his
chest, covering a good amount of his upper body. She nuzzled into his neck as
he lay on his back, her heavy weight feeling like the most wonderful blanket
in the world as his eyes started fluttering.

They kissed a lazy kiss and drifted off to sleep, Greg's arms around her neck,
holding him to her.