Dream Come True or Nightmare? by Jeremy Wilson rvdfan@charter.net

    Today I
met a girl that I totally fell in love with from the very moment our eyes
connected. She was short, about 5'2" and from the looks of her bulky sweatsuit
she had on, she must have weighed about 200 pounds, but there was something in
her eyes that I couldn't get away from. It was like a fierce sexual passion,
mixed with awesome self-assurance, plus a bit of innocence. She winked at me,
and I smiled at her and she walked over to me shyly like a school girl getting
her first kiss from a boy. I was awed at her grace as she walked over sexually,
without a hint of a potential weight problem. She sat down in front of me, her
hair was long and blond, her lips soft, almost pillowy in their largeness, as
though she had inflated them with an airhose. Her eyes were clear blue and
almost reflected my own blue eyes in their light. She didn't look really bulky
in terms of being obese, but she sure filled her sweats to the breaking point.
Then a thought hit me, she's not fat at all, she must be hiding some big muscles
under those clothes. So I said to her "you must have just come from a workout,
you look absolutely tired." She said "Yeah, I just put in three hours in my home
gym, and I took a twenty mile jog, and you just showed up and I knew I had to
talk to you." I looked at her suprised, I mean I never considered myself
especially handsome, in fact I have a bit of a weight problem, at 5'10 I weigh
in excess of 300 pounds, to be sure I do not attract that many good looking
women, especially not the fitness women. I said "really, what attracted me to
you?" She said "I know you usually don't get this kind of a response from women,
but I just can't get enough of huge guys over three hundred pounds, I especially
love lifting them up and treating them like babies." My mind just exploded, if
what she said was true, if she can pick me up and carry me around like a baby,
then she is my total fantasy, someone smaller than me in height and weight, but
someone so strong that she is at least 10 times my strength. Then she dropped
the bomb on me "would you like me to carry you to my house, I can show you how
strong I really am there?" I could hardly get out an inaudible "Yyyyyesss!!!"
and she bent down, told me to jump on, and proceeded to jog home carrying me in
a piggyback hold. It was twenty miles to her house and for the whole time, it
was like she didn't feel me on her back, she was jogging as if nothing more than
a chipmunk was on her shoulder. It took us about 30 minutes to get there, not
only was she incredibly strong she was fast as heck too, and had good stamina,
never needing to rest once during the whole journey. We got to her house, which
was quite isolated, about 3 blocks from the nearest residence, and she set me
down, only to be picked up again, this time in a craddle carry. The house was
pretty big, two floors, very wide, and painted dark green. She took me straight
to her weight room, where she set me down near a bench that was fully stacked
with weights, it must have had over 1000 pounds on there, but actually I was
making my assumption on the fact that there looked to be 45 pound plates on
there, but actually the plates weighed 250 pounds apiece and there were ten on
each side of the bar which she explained to me weighed five hundred pounds in
order to hold all that weight. The total weight of that bar was 5500 pounds, or
just short of 3 tons. "That's nothing big boy, you know I'm strong, but wait til
you see how I really look, you won't forget it, stud." She then went into the
bathroom for a few minutes while I inspected her weight room, I saw poundages
that ten or even twenty of the worlds strongest men couldn't budge, She had over
9500 pounds on the squat bar, and had to have more than 10000 pounds on the leg
press. She whistled at me as she came back in and my eyes nearly left my head as
I saw her body and what she was showing it off in. She was huge, her muscles
were at least one and a half times as large as the largest male bodybuilders in
the world. Her arms were at least 40 inches, her waist was at least 24 inches,
her thighs were 52 inches, and her calves were 34 inches. And her torso was
awesome in its vascularity and striations, not only that but her breasts looked
a lot bigger than they did in the sweatshirt. She was wearing a red latex bikini
that showed off them off to the eigth degree. She looked me up and down and that
pretty much was indication that she wanted to see my body, but because of my
layers and layers of fat, I prefer not to let anyone but family see me in the
buff. She was insistent and without waiting for me to explain, she ripped my
shirt apart like paper, and did the same with my jeans. She was really
aggressive, not really what I expected but hey I can go along with it. I started
playfully flexing my body trying to look as confident as I could, but she just
smirked and started flexing her far superior body, showing me her muscles in
their fullness. I couldn't help but to have a boner, and I think she noticed it
because she licked her lips, and dove straight for my undies, she ripped them
off with her teeth, and stared in awe at my full eight inches, she licked her
lips again, and just as she dove straight in for it, my alarm went off and I
awoke from my muscle dreaming. "Damn, it was so real." I said to myself "I wish
that was real life man." I went out for my everyday walk and stopped to sit down
at an outdoor cafe. Standing there was the woman from my dreams, same exact
height, weight, and look. No way, I must still be dreaming, I pinched myself as
she caught my eye, smiled and winked at me. Oh no, it wasn't a dream and it
started out the same way as my dream the night before, what will I say, what
will I do? She sat down again just like last night, I said "You must..."; "work
out, yup I just got done with a three hour work out in my home gym, and I jogged
20 miles, and then I saw you and I had to talk to you." It was at that point I
blacked out. Apparently, my mind was in overload from the thoughts of reality
and fantasy being mixed, my brain shut itself down. I awoke to see her staring
deep into my eyes, hoping I wasn't dead or in a coma. "Were am I, who are you?"
Its me, master, you wished that your dream was real, the Gods heard you and sent
me here to be your mate, my name is Angela." After that I fainted again, this
time from complete sexual overload. After hearing that, I came so hard in my
pants, I was knocked out from it... TO BE CONTINUED