This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.
Chapter 1: Muscle Mass
My dad always says that the only thing girls go for is big muscles. He's got enough of those and then some. Unfortunately for me, I didn't inherit his muscle mass. My name is Takashi, and I'm a pretty scrawny guy. I just turned 18, and there's not a buff thing about me. When my dad was my age he was already what my mom would call a "beefcake". It was always so embarrassing when they acted all lovey dovey like that. But I was glad their marriage was still going strong after all these years.
Having just finished high school, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. While thinking about that stuff was hard enough, I was also thinking about the fact that I was still a virgin. All throughout high school, not a single girl looked at me with desire in their eyes. I went to my dad with this problem, and he gave me the wordly advice of needing to be more swole. Apparently he was quite the ladies man back in the day, and when he met my mom they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Pondering that mental image was traumatic to say the least, so I took to thinking about how I could solve my virginity problem myself. I did think that dad's advice was good, and that going to the local gym would be beneficial even though I was terrible at working out. I figured there would be an instructor there who would help me. Little did I know that there was someone there who would help me in more ways than one.
Chapter 2: The Infamous Boy Eater
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon when I decided to start my gym excursion. My over eager, exercise nut dad offered to go with me and train me personally. I told him I appreciated it, but was also terrified that whatever regimen he had in mind would kill me. I said that I could manage by myself. I figured a good start to my workout that I could handle would be to walk to the gym instead of driving. After all, it was only a couple miles away. At least I thought I could handle it.
It took me almost an hour to drag myself to the gym. I was more out of shape than I thought. I was already sweating like crazy when I walked breathlessly inside. Thankfully it was air conditioned, and cool, refrigerated air wrapped me up in a blanket of comfort. I looked around, and wondered where I should start. I considered looking for some kind of instructor, but wanted to at least attempt this alone first. From what my dad said, women seem to really go for big biceps. So I made my way to the free weights. There were two 35 pound dumbbells unused sitting alone.
I sat on the bench, and lifted both of them as best as I could to test out the weight. Needless to say, I struggled a bit. There were a couple of meat heads nearby effortlessly lifting much heavier weights. They saw me struggling, and chuckled to themselves. I suddenly didn't want to be here anymore. Then I caught a strong scent of sweat behind me. It wasn't an unpleasant smell. It was just very strong, like pheromones turning my brain into mush. I saw the two jocks stop laughing, and their jaws drop.
"Don't pay any attention to those meanies, sweetheart. They're just jealous of your boyish good looks." I slowly turned around and saw what I thought to be an angel. She would stand a full foot above me if I were standing as well. She had short auburn hair. Her face was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Full, plump, pink lips. Big, brown eyes. She had a very experienced look about her.
I looked at the amazing sight of her breasts tightly cramped into a sports bra. They were the biggest I've ever seen. Even more than a porn stars. Not to mention they were incredibly perky, and well balanced. Her belly was shamelessly bare and bulging. She had wide, motherly hips. I couldn't directly see it, but I had a feeling her ass was a knockout, too. A high chance with the rest of her figure. I sat there, literally unable to speak. I just stared at the woman in front of me that looked like she was made for breeding.
"Ahn! Please don't stare so much! You're gonna make me blush!" Just so, her cheeks were suddenly bright pink as I undressed her with my eyes. I snapped back to reality, and put the dumbbells down. I stood up, and bowed apologetically.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am! I didn't mean to stare. You just look so... sexy..." I trailed off, and the angel giggled so sweetly. It was a beautiful sound.
"Oh my! You are just the sweetest thing. Why, I could just eat you up, young man." She graced me with another adorable laugh, and every plump inch of her jiggled in response. I looked back at the two big guys that were laughing at me a second ago, and they were as transfixed as I was. She took notice, and stuck her tongue out at them, making them sink their heads in defeat.
She took my hand, and led me away. I was confused. Normally a woman of this caliber would go for the meathead type. She should have passed me by, and went straight to them. Something about this seemed off. Then I remembered something. A friend had told me a local legend about a mysterious bbw milf that hung around the gym looking for young boys to devour. I must have been so focused on school that I forgot. Could this be her? The infamous boy eater?
Chapter 3: Tit For Tat
As the plump angel pulled me away from prying eyes, I could finally get a good look at her impressive butt. It was as outrageous as I expected, if not more so. It jiggled and bounced violently as she walked, I thought it could successfully hypnotize me. She had on a pair of pink yoga pants that acted like a second skin. It looked so good. I could feel my crotch start to swell at the sight of this porn star bodied milf.
She finally stopped us at the back of the gym, where no one else was. I thought this strange, because there was still some equipment back here. She sat us down on another bench, and smiled at me. I mindlessly gaped at her again. Before she came to her senses and slapped me for the obvious pervert I was, I smiled back, and offered my hand.
"My name is Takashi, ma'am. It's very nice to meet you. I'm sorry again for staring so much. I hope you're not angry or anything." She took my hand, and shook it, laughing her sweet laugh again.
"Not at all, sweet boy! In fact, I kinda like how much you stare. It's really cute how much of a virgin you obviously are." She laughed loudly again, but I didn't enjoy it as much as before. Did she just isolate me so she could make fun of me? She quickly composed herself. "Oh, please forgive me, sweetie. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings." She had a very motherly tone that eased my suspicions, and made my cock rock hard.
