After Regina left the room, I was left by myself, with my mind coming down from what felt like a high. I felt my body cooling down and the blood leaving my cheeks. I was thinking about the amazing experience I just had, but now that I was in reflection, I was also thinking about how the heck it happened. People don’t normally just offer their bodies to strangers to touch, right? I spent about…a minute, trying to convince myself what just happened was wrong, before I decided I wasn’t fooling anyone.

It was a little under two hours later that Gina finished her book shopping and came back. By then, I thought I had my head back on my shoulders, but when I heard the doorknob turn, that rush of heat went straight to my face and my lungs started to flutter with each breath. So, it’s understandable that I was disappointed when I heard her walk into her room. But I was still surprised at how deep my heart fell, at how much I was looking forward to seeing her again.

I thought about the feeling of her body when she pulled me into it. I felt so small pressed up against that warm wall of muscle, like I could have run my hands over it for hours and still have fresh ground to cover. I remembered the feel of her biceps. They were like granite, sure, but it was the texture that stuck in my mind. When my hand was caressing it, pressed over the curve, it felt like a strip of silk draped over a mound of steel.

Of course, I wasn’t about to go over to her suite and demand that we continue, so I did the next best thing: I opened my web browser. I’d never gone looking for any kind of erotic material before, conventional or otherwise, but it turned out to be pretty easy to find exactly what I was looking for: gallery upon gallery of muscular women. I had played with the idea of muscular men for ten minutes or so and while they definitely made me blush, they were missing something that the ladies had that really drove me over the edge.

While sorting through megabytes upon megabytes of pictures, I noticed some trends. All of the women I was seeing had impressive amounts of muscle, but the pictures that held my attention the longest were the ones of women whose muscles inflated their frames. I’d simply blink at the pictures of women who were very toned and added on a modest amount of mass, but I’d go over the pictures of women who could block out the sun, pixel by pixel. That imposing sort of figure made me blush and made my breathing shallow, especially when the camera was pointing up towards them from the ground. I really loved the pictures of the bodybuilders in their casual lives, when they had some fat cushioning on their bodies; it added to that full, beefy look I was digging.

It’s funny that, looking back, I don’t remember it ever crossing my mind that I might be a lesbian. It was as if I flung the door to the closet so wide open, that it bounced back and slammed shut. Besides, looking at these women, the “normal” female figure was starting to look distasteful, my own especially. I sat back in my chair and crossed my hands over my chest. I felt nothing but the small, but perky round breasts that, up until now, I had considered my saving grace. I moved my hands down a little bit and grimaced when I felt my rib cage. I’d never realized how spindly and weak my body was until my hand was shaking Gina’s.

About then, I heard a knock on the door. I immediately sat up and my hand went to the mouse to close the tab I had open. Growing up in a conservative household, I’d developed a sort of lightning quick reflex for closing questionable content. I chuckled at myself, remembering that I wasn’t home anymore and called to the door, “come in.”

Again, Gina slipped herself in through the door, leg first. It must have been hot outside, because it was slick with sweat. I followed one bead of sweat with my eyes as it traced her thigh on the way down. It was such a thick, healthy shape; you couldn’t get that curvature on a slim leg, or even a normal leg. The rest of her came through the door, and as usual, she was smiling.

“Heya Mary. Sorry that took so long,” she said as she moved over to take a seat on the bed behind me. “Still ran into that line I was trying to beat.”

“Th-that’s okay,” I said. I was reeling at the situation I was caught in: I wanted to look at her, but she was directly behind me, so it would have been obvious. It’s ridiculous that I really cared about such a thing after she had forcibly run my hands over her body, but I was self-conscious. Thankfully, she was shameless enough for the both of us and settled it for me.

“Whew, I spent the last three hours on my feet,” she said, raising her legs into the air. I wasn’t looking at her, but I could tell that she had lifted her legs from the sound of the air being sliced, like a rush of wind. That’s just how massive they were. “Could you give them a little rub?”

I felt my heart leap, but I caught it in my throat. I got up and, after nodding, knelt down in front of her. She set her feet back on the ground and slid out of the flip flops she was wearing, and crossed her legs over each other. Her body was spectacular from any vantage point, but the view from below, at her feet emphasized her size. It all seemed so much bigger looking up.

I hadn’t said anything yet, and I wanted to maintain some semblance of normalcy, so I reached for a conversation topic. I asked, “how was the bookstore?” I had both hands around one foot now, stroking them back and forth as she curled her toes in approval.

“Lousy. A few of the used copies of things I wanted were sold out, so I had to pay full price in a couple places,” she said. As she sighed, she arched her back, showing her chest to the ceiling. She didn’t have much in the way of breasts, but what she did have sat on top of full, rounded pectorals. It wasn’t quite the same thing as a full pair of boobs, but there was a feminine charm to that area of flesh all the same. “And then this little bitch tried to cut a line that was like fifty people deep.”

By then, I had moved onto her other foot, which she offered to my face, wiggling her toes. Looking forward, I could see up her dress, up to a pair of white bikini briefs that were stretched to their limit. Like, I could see the individual threads the fabric was sewn out of. I wondered what her butt must have looked like, if her underwear was having such a hard time.

“Ugh, I wanted to strangle that little whore so bad, but lucky for her, security took her to the back before I did anything,” she said, finishing her little snippet about whoever cut her line. She had clearly gotten into the moment, as she had her hands in front of her in a strangling gesture. Really, she probably only would have needed one hand. “You’re pretty good at that,” she said with a sigh that heaved her torso, “I feel refreshed! But still sticky. This dress soaked up a lot of sweat.”
She stood up and put her hands on her hips, grabbing fingerfulls of her dress. The first tug pulled the hem of her dress halfway up, showing the bottom half of her bikini briefs. From there, she rolled it up and pulled it over her head, causing her body to ripple with curves and indents. Standing in front of me with nothing but her panties and a bra, she tossed her dress to the side and sat back down.

“Much better,” she said. She raised a hand and beckoned me over. I stood up and was about to take a seat next to her, but as I lowered myself, she grabbed me by the hips and sat me on her lap. “Sorry I didn’t come in here soon as I got back. I got thirsty for some protein,” she said.

I barely heard that apology as I was too busy running my palm across her abs. I would have used both hands, but I had the other on her shoulder for balance. Compared to the bodybuilders I was ogling earlier, Gina wasn’t the biggest, but she was without a doubt the most natural. Her skin was taut and supple over her body, with not a stretch mark to be found. While tracing the indentations of her abs with my fingers, I felt that she fit perfectly into her skin.

“How long did it take you to get your body so big?” I asked as my hand worked its way to the small (ha) of her back.

“I’ve been playing little league since I was six, but I didn’t really hit the weights until I was fourteen,” she replied. My hand had fallen over her butt and was attempting to knead the flesh there, but she was flexing so it was more like her butt was kneading my hand. Since she was so big around, I had to press my body up against hers to get my hand a proper grip.

“It must be so much hard work, but it’s awesome,” I said while rubbing my breasts against her chest. I was enjoying the feeling of them being squashed as I pushed them against this wall.

“It’s hard, sure. But it’s so much fun, watching yourself get bigger and bigger,” she said. To emphasize her point, she took a deep breath. Her frame widened and her shoulders spread, leaving me breathless. After she exhaled, she let herself fall onto the bed, sprawling her gigantic body out on the mattress. I heard the bed creak and a question popped into my mind. Before I could ask it though, she answered it. “I weigh about one hundred seventy pounds. Been a week since I last checked. I might I have gained another pound since then.”

Now that she was lying down, I had both my hands free. I put my legs on either side of her hips and laid my hands over her abs. Caressing them, stroking them, rubbing them, roaming my hands all over them, I was completely lost in the sensation. While I was touching her, she bent her legs up, flanking me with two pillars of bulky muscle.

“You can do it too, you know,” she said.

“Huh?” I said, stopping.

“Hey, don’t stop,” she said, prompting me to continue feeling up her abs. I moved my hands out to her sides and moved up to feel where her body flared into its massive shoulderspan. While I was doing that, she said, “I’m saying, if like this sort of body that much, and I think you do…” She smiled as she took another deep breath while my hands were on her lats. “Then you should make one for yourself.”

“But I’m so skinny-“ I tried to say.

“That just means you need to eat more,” she said, sitting herself back up. “I’ll be doing the cooking, so that won’t be a problem. I can take you with me to the gym, too. So really, you just have to ask yourself…” She caught me by the waist in between her thighs and fell back onto the bed, hoisting me into the air. “Do you want to? I think you'd look hot with some muscle in the right places.”

In the air, I was amazed at how secure a grip she had on me. I laid my hands across the tree trunks that were holding me and asked myself the same question. And the answer was so ridiculously obvious. “I’ll do whatever it takes!”