It was my first year in college and I was living on campus. Moving day was pretty rough, I remember. My family had flown out to get me settled into my room and it was an emotional day for all of us. My mom and I were crying, and I could swear I saw my father choking back tears. Even my obnoxious baby brother looked sad to see me go, and truth to tell, I missed the little runt too.

By the time the evening had come around on that day, I had calmed myself down to the occasional sigh, so I set out to work on getting myself comfortable in what would be my home for the next several months. Of course, the first thing I wanted to take care of was the most essential element of life: the Internet. The great thing about the college I had been admitted to was that each room was equipped with military-grade Internet connection, which was definitely a step up from the dial-up I had back home.

Sure, the room was small, but unlike the average dorm, this dorm was split up into two separate suites, a kitchen and one bathroom. Much better to have a small space to yourself then have to share a slightly bigger one if you ask me. Anyway, the room being small as it was, it was easy enough to find the Ethernet jack. Unfortunately, it was behind the rather large desk that came with each suite.

I had to groan a little. I wish I had noticed earlier so I could have asked dad to help me with this. I compared my arms against the size of the desk. Skinny people get compared to twigs, but I’ve never thought that comparison was particularly accurate in my case; twigs at least curve and have shape. Holding out one of my arms, looking at it from the right angle, you’d have trouble telling where the elbow is. Both of my arms are just long, shapeless sticks.

Since I’m a girl, I’d never really thought much of it, except in these rare cases where I needed to move something. After I took a moment to grumble some profanities, I got a grip on the underside of the desk and pulled. And pulled. It’s funny thinking that, back then, I thought my arms were going to come out of their sockets. My arms had barely anything on them back then, so what little flesh was there was just wobbling pitifully while I inched the desk away from the wall. I remember feeling my abs clench, as if they were going to collapse on themselves. I remember that my muscles felt like hot coals underneath my skin. I remember feeling better than I had felt in months at that little exertion of effort.

It didn’t take me long to get hooked up after that. It shouldn’t be any big surprise that I’m a geek with computers. It was getting a little late by then, so I decided that before plunging myself into the web to get caught up on the day of blogging I had missed, that I should get something to eat so I wouldn’t have to interrupt myself later.

It wasn’t as if I had worked up a sweat or anything, but still, I went to the bathroom to throw some water on my face. I wasn’t surprised to see the bathroom was a little dingy; I just figured a pair of guys had this room last semester. It was good enough to clean up in, so that’s what I did. While I was doing that, I had a look at myself in the mirror. It’s a little weird to describe myself back then, now. I was just…plain. I was about 5’5’’, with brown hair; not the nice chestnut brown hair, mind you. Just that dark, dull shade of brown everyone has. Like my arms, my body had all the curves of a loaf of bread. I wasn’t anorexic; that’s just how my body kept itself when I wasn’t paying attention to it.

After I was done lamenting my figure in the mirror, I headed out. That day was pretty uneventful compared to some of the ones that would follow. Like the day after it.

The next day, I woke up to the sharp and very unpleasant sound of a squeaky wheel. The university loaned out these gigantic tubs for students to put their things into for easier moving, so I immediately chalked up the sound to that. And if there was a tub in my room, I figured that meant my roommate for the school year had arrived. I went to sleep in the clothes I wore yesterday, so I figured I was decent to leave my suite.

What I saw when I poked my head out into the kitchen would be an image that would burn itself into my mind and all of its fantasies. There was a girl lifting a TV, a pretty big one, into her suite. The first thing that struck me about her was how…how large she was. I’m not even talking about muscles here, although she had plenty of those; no, I mean if you had stripped all the flesh off of her, her frame still would have cast a shadow over mine. And she was only an inch or so taller than me, so it’s not like it was tapered off by height.

Since she had her back turned to me, that was the next thing I noticed. She was wearing a yellow sundress, so I had a very good view. Lifting a 20’’ TV brought all sorts of knots and slopes in her wide back to life. Each breath she took was the rise and fall of a massive curtain of tanned flesh.

And speaking of breathing, I guess mine had become pretty deep, since she looked over her shoulder in my direction. How much of me she was able to see past that pumped shoulder, I don’t know, but it was enough that she extended me a welcome.
“Hi there!” she said. Her voice was deep, but still feminine; like she had a cold.

“I’m Regina.” As if she were just holding a bag of groceries, she shuffled the TV over to her left arm and extended her hand towards me. The sundress was sleeveless so I had a good look at her arm too. Like the rest of her, it was massive. I wouldn’t have been able to get two fingers around any part of it. The way she was holding her hand out, she could have just shoved in it my face and suffocated me right there if she had wanted to. Her forearm widened up towards a hefty, egg shaped bicep that was still rife with veins. Looking at it, I knew there was more power in that one arm than in my whole body.

But this was civilization, so it’s not as if I was scared. Nope. Not a bit. Not a bit…anyway. I saw she was just standing there so I frantically shook my head and said, “oh, you can put that down first…”

“Nah, that’s all right,” she said. Still holding that TV in one arm, she walked a few steps over to me and took my hand from its side in order to shake it. I felt a hot flush in my face when she took my dainty hand in her large palm. “Like I said, I’m Regina. Gina is good too.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, still addled by the warm feeling that was welling in my cheeks. “I’m Maria.”

“Mind if I chat you up later, Mary? I should get the rest of this stuff in my room,” she said, still holding that TV with not so much as a drop of sweat on her face. I just nodded dumbly and stepped back into my room.

After closing the door behind me, I let myself onto my mattress with a shudder. The image of Gina’s body was fresh in my mind. Her frame had been stretching that sundress to its limits, just by breathing. It just hadn’t been made with the shape of Gina’s body in mind. I found myself wondering how she was able to get dressed in the morning, having to get those thick, massive arms around her wide back to tie anything together.

Having spent so much time concentrating on her sheer mass, I had barely made note of her face. She was definitely pretty, but not in a kind of way I’d ever seen. Her face was shaped like a square with rounded edges and all of her features sat on it. It was really the sort of face that belonged to someone who gives off a calm, cheery vibe, and were it not for the rest of the body, I could have gazed into it for hours.
She had long blond hair, a lot of which swung back and forth across the slopes of her back, like waves of grain. She would have been a phenomenal sight at any size, but it was only with that massive body that hit the edges of the door frame on the way in that she was so captivating. I must have sat there, going over that bulge in her arm for longer than I thought, because before I knew it, there was a knock on my door.

“Oh, come in,” I said. I probably sounded a little too surprised and a little too eager, but who’d blame me?

Gina opened the door a crack and slid right in. She put one leg in first, and I gasped at the size of her thigh. Though it’s not saying much, it was as thick as my waist and even though it wasn’t defined, that smooth flesh just screamed ‘power.’ “I got the big stuff out of the tub, so I’ll take a quick break for now,” she said.
She plopped herself down on the bed, next to me, and we ended up talking for a while. I found out that she was a sophomore, so she had already done this song and dance before. She gave me a lot of great tips on where to get good food for cheap, who sold fake IDs, and all of that sort of thing. We talked about our families, though I did most of the talking there since she was an only child. It was pretty plain roommate talk, not a thing out of the ordinary aside from the sight of the ridiculous contrast between this beefy hulk and my spindly self.

Then, she dropped a bomb on me. She said, point blank, “So you’ve been looking at my muscles.” You can imagine what a deer caught in headlights must feel like all you like, but you simply cannot grasp that level of paralysis without actually feeling it for yourself. I didn’t even start to stammer an explanation for myself before she said, “you oughta feel them. You must be curious!”

Of course I was curious. If you made me choose between the answers to every test I’d have that semester and feeling those muscles…well, no, I would have still taken the answers, but shoot, it’d be close. Still, I said, “n-no, that’s okay, I don’t want to be weird or anything-“

“Nothing weird about it!” she said. With that, she took one of my hands off my lap and pressed it against her shoulder. Again, I felt my cheeks flush, but that time, it was even fiercer now that my fingers were stroking the wide bumps across her shoulder. “Since we’re going to be roommates, there shouldn’t be any weirdness in between us, right?”

I just nodded dumbly as I pulled my hand away, but she caught it again and said, “oh c’mon, you can’t be happy with just that. Really get in here!” With that, she grabbed my other hand too and tugged me in. In that instant, I felt like I weighed as much as a teddy bear considering how easily she jerked me onto her lap. She moved my hands to her sides and let me roam up and down, so I could feel exactly where her torso widened out into her powerful upper body spread.

“You’re so big,” I said. Okay, sure, it was the most stupidly obvious thing I could say, but it’s not as my brain was focused at the moment. Since she was so comfortable with it, smiling the whole time as I stroked her underarms, I started to relax too. I moved my hands down to her waist and started to caress her abs. The material of her sundress was getting in the way, but I could still feel the cobblestones through it. “How did you get all of this?” I asked.

“How else?” she chirped. “I put heavy things on a stick and lifted them up and down. It’s such a great feeling, you know? The blood rushing all over your body, making you red hot.” She held up her arm and flexed the bicep, summoning a granite bulge with a thick vein running along the top of it. Of course, I put both hands on it and stroked it, astonished at how solid it was.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as strong as you!” I said. I must’ve been moaning at that point, but Gina didn’t mind. Actually, she smiled and put her arm down.

She stood up off the bed and laid herself on the carpet, on her back. Looking down at her, I really would have said that she took up half the floorspace. Then again, maybe that just says more about how small those suites were. “Let me show you a trick of mine,” she said as she lifted her legs into the air. Her sundress didn’t drop so much as an inch, as they were wrapped tight around her thighs. I think I might have heard a slight tear when she lifted her legs, actually. “All right, set yourself on my feet. Belly works pretty well.”

Like the rest of her, her feet were big too. Just one could have covered my belly area, so with two facing the ceiling, it was easy to find my balance. I cushioned myself with my forearms and laid myself on top of her feet. “Okay, now- whoop!” She lowered her legs slowly, easing me down, then pushed them right back up, heaving me along with them. She was leg pressing me and there was nothing but giggles on her face. “Wow! How long can you do this?!” I asked.

“Oh, I could keep this up for a half hour, easy. You don’t weigh anything. But, I should get to the bookstore before the lines get too long.” On the last rise, she swept her feet out from under me and snatched me from the air as I fell. Lying on top of her, the difference between us really hit home; I could have been her skeleton the way I fit into her frame. “When I get back, I’ll lose the sundress and let you get at those abs you were practically groping.”

“S-sure,” I said. I’m sure I was blushing, but it obviously didn’t matter at that point.

“This is going to be a great year, roomie!”