This is a text story I (JS) wrote :)
Gretchen was sitting on the bed. It was late afternoon. The windows of her room on the 17th floor of Mandarin hotel gave her a wonderful view over Singapore. Gretchen was dressed with a black, white rimmed tank top and red boxer shorts. At her feet was a big dumbell she had just been using for bicep curls.
Gretchen was a bodybuilder. She was 25 years old and had started working out at 16. Almost ten years of working out four times a week had resulted in one powerhouse of a body - a body which she loved, though most guys would think she was too muscular. But who gave a fuck what they thought. That was always Gretchen’s unspoken reaction. She wouldn’t be with a guy who didn’t appreciate her muscles anyway. And besides, she was stronger than any of those narrow-minded idiots.
That’s what counted: strength and muscles. Nothing much else mattered. Bodybuilding was what Gretchen lived for. Still sitting on the bed, she stretched her right leg, toes bent inward, and looked at the shape of her big calves, and above that, huge thighs with big quads on it.
She flexed and unflexed the calves, then the thighs. Her legs looked like treetrunks, and were just as strong, though they could potentially be quite a bit bigger than they were. She had stopped excercising and building them too much since some time. As she had grown during the years, she had been forced to discard piece after piece of clothing. Right now, she had a couple of pants she really liked, and so avoided to grow in her legs - something which otherwise would be quite easy to do. Even though the constatation that a pair of jeans didn’t fit anymore because she had outgrown it always gave her a feeling of achievement, she just coudn’t afford buying a lot of new clothes every six months or so.
Gretchen beat her thigh with her fist a couple of times and was satisfied with its hardness. Then she stroked the quadriceps muscle, and moved her hand up, up, over her abs. There was a solid, rock hard six pack that she was quite proud of.
She traced her finger further up, let it go over her firm right breast, and then felt the pecs above it. They were solid. She let them dance, first left, then right, and thought again how amazing it was that she could move muscles that most men hardly had at all.
When her finger went over her shoulder and she felt again how big it was, a soft moan of excitement escaped Gretchen’s lips. She often got a tiny bit excited when looking at or touching her own muscles. How could she not: they were so big and so strong, and that was arousing.
But it was of course her biceps that were her pride. At 42 cm, she outmuscled most men. She traced the big vein that ran across her right bicep and moaned again. Her guns were pumped, and also the rest of her body was in great shape. She had just spent three hours in the hotel gym (that was in addition to her morning workout, where she had done pushups, pullups and situps - more than most men could ever hope to do). Today - right now! - she wanted to be at her biggest, because Eddie was going to arrive any moment now.
He was travelling for work in Singapore, and he and Gretchen had agreed that she would take a flight there and check in in a hotel on the night he would arrive.
Any moment now…
Gretchen was a bit nervous. She got up and walked to the bathroom. In front of the big mirror, she hit a double biceps pose and pouted with her mouth. Yes, it looked good. She hoped Eddie would think she was big enough.
They had never seen each other but had met on Facebook a few months ago. Eddie clearly was obsessed with strong, muscular women, spending all his days drawing them. It was his drawings that Gretchen had discovered. They had found out that they liked the same things - or rather, opposite things. Eddie loved to be small and weak, Gretchen loved being strong and muscular. Gretchen was a bit taller and heavier than Eddie, and both of them loved that. Gretchen’s muscles were of course a lot bigger than Eddie’s. His biceps were only 31cm and Gretchen had asked him “why he was so small” - something which had turned Eddie on a lot.
Oh Eddie… she thought. Finally a man who could appreciate her muscles and strength. As they had talked, the two had discovered that they were incredibly compatible in terms of their desires. Eddie wanted to be lifted, wanted to feel small and helpless, wanted to submit to Gretchen and maybe at times even dominated and a bit hurt by her. It was all music to Gretchen’s ears. She got hot everytime she thought about all this. All that Eddie wanted, she wanted too. She would show him who was the boss. She would OVERPOWER him...
She checked the time on her phone: almost four - which was the time Eddie had estimated he would be here. His plane should have landed at 2.45 and taking into account checkout, baggage and the taxi to the hotel... God, the tension was almost unbearable. Gretchen thought about how first dates like these must be for other women. They might have the additional problem that they could actually be fearing that the guy they would meet was - in spite of appropriate and normal behavior online - actually a madman or a freak who might hurt them. That wasn't a concern to Gretchen, who was strong enough to take on two guys.
Still, she remained nervous. Did feeling in love online, on facebook, translate to being in love when you met? Maybe in real life she would be entirely turned off by Eddie? Or he of her... And how would they greet each other? With a kiss? A hug?
It turned out all her worries were for nothing. Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. It couldn't be Eddie because he would need a keycard to get up to her floor, and he didn't have one. She got up and walked to the door, and opened it.
It was Eddie. Small, lovely Eddie, and instantly she saw that everything was all right. He was dressed in jeans and a tshirt, a suitcase standing right next to him.
"Hi Gretchen," he said. There was a big smile on his face. She believed he liked what he was seeing.
"Eddie! Oh Eddie! Finally! Come in!"
She closed the door behind him, they turned towards each other and hugged. It was all very smooth and spontaneous.
"Did you have a good trip?" Gretchen asked after they had let go of each other.
"It was quite ok," Eddie said, looking at her, his mouth open.
Then there was silence for one second.
"Eddie...," Gretchen said. And then, she gently put her hands on Eddie's shoulders, moved Eddie sidewards, and bent down. She put her right arm under Eddie's butt, and lifted him like that, using just one arm. She saw Eddie swallow and guessed it was from excitement.
"Let me take care of you, my little one," she said. "You're very light, by the way."
"Oh man, this is... wonderful," Eddie said.
"Bring your leg up," Gretchen said.
Eddie did so, and Gretchen untied his shoe and threw it on the floor. Then she took of his sock. Eddie spontaneously brought up his other leg and Gretchen repeated.
"How do you like being carried, Eddie? Is it like you fantasised?" During their Facebook chats, Eddie had mentioned his desire to be lifted and carried by his strong Gretchen a lot. She knew he loved to be lifted in all kinds of ways, and the more these lifts testified to Gretchen's power, the better he liked it, he had said. That was quite alright of course for the bodybuilder, who just loved to show off her strength. She had thought a one arm lift was a good start.
"It's even better," Eddie said. Gretchen was happy to notice that his voice was not entirely steady. He was visibly impressed. She loved it.
She walked to the window with Eddie on her one arm
"You like the view honey?" she asked. It was indeed a beautiful view. The room was luxurious and expensive, but they had thought a nice room was only fitting for their first encounter.
"Eh, sure," Eddie said, not looking outside at all but looking somewhere in the direction of her left bicep.
Gretchen was amazed at how comfortable all this felt. They had seen each other for five minutes, and here was already lifting the little boy as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Well, maybe it was the most natural thing in the world. At least to them: a small man who loved big girls, and a big girl who loved small, weak men. What, indeed, could be more natural for them than what they were doing right now?
Gretchen already could feel the power and was enjoying it immensely. She enjoyed the amazed and aroused expression on Eddie's face, his glances at her bicep and chest, and his feet dangling in the air.
"Let's take a walk," Gretchen said. Without effort she walked the distance to the big bathroom, and faced the huge mirror that was there.
"Look at us, Eddie", she said. It did come out as an order.
Eddie looked in the mirror and moaned with excitement. Then big Gretchen's hand went to the bottom of Eddie's t-shirt. She pulled it up and up, over his head and then dropped it on the floor.
"Let's see my Eddie's little body," she said. "Look."
As Eddie looked in the mirror, Gretchen flexed her left bicep and a little cry escaped Eddie's mouth.
"Oh my god," he said. "Oh my god Gretchen! Is it..."
"Yes," Gretchen said. "Like I promised you. 42 cm." She had told Eddie that by the time they would meet, this would be the size of her bicep.
"You did it... just like you wanted." Eddie clearly wanted to touch the bicep, but was holding back. Gretchen liked that. She wanted to give permission first, but she'd let him sweat just a tiny bit before she would.
"All for you baby. Bicep workouts every day for the last six months."
"42 cm is over 16 inches right?
"That sounds right," Gretchen said.
"Oh, you’re so big. There’s hardly any women on the planet bigger than you," Eddie said.
"You got that right. And not many men are as small as my Eddie. I'm 80 kg now. What are you honey?"
"I'm 62 kg."
"Mmmmmmmm. With 32 cm biceps still"
"Oh baby. My weak, small, baby. Touch it now."
Eddie put his hand on Gretchen's left bicep and gasped again. Under his hand, Gretchen flexed and unflexed the big muscle. Here, finally, was a man - or maybe, in spite of his age, "boy" was a better word for the little creature - who appreciated Gretchen's physique and her power. No, appreciated was not the right word.
From the online conversations, Gretchen knew that he adored it. Was obsessed with it. Worshipped it. That was the guy she always had dreamed of. Someone who knew what it took to build a body like this, and who wanted to submit to it. Someone she could overpower and smother and, if they both wanted, crush with her muscles. Ooooooh
Gretchen felt herself getting wet from just thinking these things.
"This is just incredible," Eddie said. "So beautiful, I can't... can't... oh my god..."
“I know you have now words my little Eddie. You’ve been waiting for this moment all your life. Just enjoy it. No need to say something. Just keep touching, admiring, worshipping…”
Eddie then flexed his left bicep, held is as close as possible to Gretchen’s, and looked at her. Gretchen didn’t need any words from him to know what he wanted. She would give it to him…
“Oh my baby,” she said, “My poor baby. You want to compare? You want to compare your arm to the arm of a girl who has been training five days a week for the last nine years? You want to see how much smaller and weaker you are then me?”
“Oh yes… yes…” Eddie’s eyes were pleading, he seemed to be almost crying with excitement.
“31 cm versus 42, baby,” Gretchen said in a seductive voice. “That means my bicep is thirty percent bigger than yours.” She smiled. “But let me tell you a secret.” And then she easily moved the boy a bit closer to her, so that his ear was close to her mouth.
“30 percent bigger, but at least 200 percent as strong,” she whispered in Eddie’s ear.
This time Eddie moaned as if he was going to come then and there. Gretchen had to laugh.
“Does it turn you on, baby? Does it turn you on when I talk to you like this? When I tell you how much bigger and stronger I am than you?”
“Ye-ees,” Eddie whimpered. He seemed completely out of control, mad with desire for her muscles. Gretchen loved it.
Gretchen walked back to the main room, still carrying Eddie on one arm. Then she put him on the side of the bed, so that he was sitting on it. Next, she stepped back, and flexed for him.
“Let’s play,” she said.
to be continued
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