School With Muscle Girls Chapter 4

I turned around to see who was talking. Another massive girl, probably around the same size as Naomi, approached us. Her gait was slow, but her purpose was power. She was white, with a good tan, and blonde, curly hair. Aside from also being a muscle goddess, she was in stark contrast to Naomi in appearance. She was also wearing jean shorts, showing off her massive leg muscles, but she was wearing only a bikini top, which put most of her immense body on display. As she stomped forward, her hefty breasts bobbled up and down, and I was at least a little surprised they weren’t simply popping out.

Naomi got to her feet, and I stood as well, though I’m sure I was far less imposing. She was now behind me, and she placed her hands on my shoulders, protecting me in a way I had never thought possible. Her fingers were gripping me tight, not enough to hurt, but enough for me to know I wasn’t going anywhere. Not that I would, at this point, I felt like if I tried to run away from this situation I’d get hurt. I still wasn’t totally sold on the idea that this wasn’t some kind of sick joke. Naomi had been incredibly kind and warm so far, but the simple disparity of our appearances wasn’t something you could just easily throw out.

The blonde woman pushed forward until she was less than a foot away from me. I half expected there to be an earthquake with every step. When she finally stopped, my vision was assaulted by her etched abs, which looked like eight dinner rolls popping out of her stomach, and the bottom of her heavy breasts, which were similar in size to Naomi’s. I was now stuck between a rock and a hard place, with Naomi holding me and this behemoth in front.

“There’s a reason female bodybuilders tend to avoid dating small boys,” she said with a know it all tone. “And it looks like you found the smallest boy you could find. Are you really that irresponsible? Do you realize what you could do to his tiny, frail body?”

“Christine,” Naomi responded. “I appreciate your concern, as does Victor here I’m sure, but know I will do everything in my power to keep him safe.”

“And how would you go about doing that, Naomi? He’s so tiny! Your right tit probably weighs more than his whole body! Look at all of your muscles. Look at his, I don’t even know if he has any.” You know, she had a point. “What’s gonna happen when you two start fucking?” She looked down at me. “You know how horny we are right? Our hormones are wild.” She looked back up at Naomi. “What happens then? Are you going to get on top of him? I’m telling you now, you are going to crush him to death. You weigh close to five hundred pounds! You think his tiny body can handle something like that?”

“Okay, one, we literally just met. This is not the time to start talking about fucking and all of that, we are just getting to know each other. And two,” she looked down at me. “I can make it work, and I bet he’s a lot tougher than you think.”

“Oh right, I’m sure. Hey, aren’t there men your size you could be dating? What about Travis? You know he’s had the hots for you, and guess what, his cock is huge. I’ve seen it, it’s like the size of this kid’s arm! You could have that!”

Naomi was starting to get upset. “You are being so inappropriate right now! How could you say something so rude and insensitive when I have someone I like standing right here in front of you?” She leaned forward a bit, her hands pressing down on my shoulders. I had to use all of my power not to crumple under her weight. I could barely feel her chest touching the back of my head. Now that would be heaven, resting my head on her massive breasts. It put me at ease, if just a bit. But what happened next got rid of that quickly.

Christine matched Naomi and pushed in as well. Their breasts were each so huge they pushed into each other and completely blocked me from view, so I could understand why, at this point, Naomi had no idea what was going on with me. I was being held in place by Naomi, stuck under huge breasts grazing the top of my head, and my face was now planted into Christines rock hard abs. I put up my hands to protect myself, but they were powerless against the strength of these two amazons. I could barely make out parts of their conversation, but maybe that was for the better. “Travis is five times the man this twerp will ever be, probably literally.” “You keep talking like that, we’re gonna have big problems.” “Do something about it, I want you to.” My face was grinding against her abs. Pushing against them did absolutely nothing. I was losing strength, and fast.

“STOP IT!” Came another girl from who the Hell knew? They both stopped. “Look at that little thing, right there, right between you two!” Naomi released me and backed off a bit so she could see me past her breasts. I slumped a bit, catching myself on my knee, but I fell forward, still smothered by her abs. Christine crossed her arms in this most embarrassing display of power, while Naomi helped me back to my feet, peeling my face off of Christine’s abdomen like a sticker.

“I’m so sorry, Victor,” she assured worriedly.

“See, this is what I’m talking about,” Christine said, still laughing. “How are you supposed to keep this shrimp safe? You can’t even protect him for a minute!”

I looked off to the side. There was yet another huge woman, this one was white and paler than these two, but was a brunette. She wasn’t as big as these two, but she was still huge. Where had these kinds of girls been all my life? Why was I just seeing them now? You would think I would remember someone like them. She spoke up. “Look, Naomi, he’s really cute and all, I get it, but maybe Christine’s right? You might accidentally sit on him, or hug him too tight… what if you hug him and and his face gets stuck in your boobs? You will literally smother him, and let’s face it, there doesn’t seem to be a lot he could do about it.” The lack of confidence was sobering, but it was nice to hear someone else call me cute today. If nothing else, my self esteem got a shot in the arm from all of it.

Naomi was clearly losing patience, which might not bode well for me. “Look guys, it’s clear you both don’t have any confidence in my ability to NOT hurt people, but I can be safe with someone small like him. Now, I’m going to talk to him in my dorm room, ALONE, and I don’t want to hear from it from any of you. Please, give us our privacy.” She took me by the hand and walked me to one of the dorm rooms, her pace a touch quicker than before. Opening the door, I scurried in, fully understanding the severity of the situation, and she walked in after me and closed it behind her.

The room was definitely bigger than mine, but based on my size compared to hers, not by much. She sat down on her California King sized bed, which looked like a twin with her on it, and buried her face in her hands. I sat down next to her, and rubbed her back, hoping to make this amazon feel better.

“You do realize I would never try to hurt you, right?” She said, sounding exasperated.

Gotta say the right thing here. “Well, look, I just met you, Naomi. But you seem super kind, and I can tell you’re protective, so I feel like you wouldn’t.”

She held my hand. “I know we just met, so it’s silly to be so serious already. I just wanted some time alone to hang out with you. Your hands feel really good on my back, by the way. Thank you”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Your back is so… broad, and big…”

She chuckled softly. “Do you like my big, broad back?”

I turned red. “I mean… yeah.”

She turned to face me, my hands slipped off. “So you like my big breasts, and you like my big back. Do you like how big I am?”

“I think I do,” I responded.

She laughed. “Well you better know soon. I’m about to ask you out again. And I want you to know, Christine said a lot of dumb shit in there, but she wasn’t wrong about the hormones. I’m going to do my best to take it slow with you. I really like you, so I don’t want to rush it. In my experience, quick sex leads to fast break ups.”

“Yeah… in my experience… that too…” I said.

She laughed again. “School starts tomorrow. Can we get dinner afterwards?”

“Of course,” I said. I had almost forgotten I was here to go to school.