Angie’s Toy Boy – part one
The new girl at Central High was the talk of the school from the day she arrived. At only fifteen years old, she was a veritable giantess, towering over six and a half feet in height, and looked like she weighed well over two hundred pounds, although only her broad, powerful shoulders and massive breasts were evident under the loose, high necked sweaters and baggy slacks she invariably wore. Her hands and feet, big even for a girl her size, were half again as large as the most of the boys’, and her dark hair, cut in a short page boy, framed solid, squarish, but strikingly lovely features which, though larger than life, could easily have adorned the cover of any fashion magazine and dispelled any notion that, despite her immense size, she might have been fat.
As luck would have it, she was given a locker right next to Tom’s, and as they exchanged their books after the first of their morning classes, his 5’2″, 110 lb. frame made him feel like a small child as they stood next to each other, his eyes barely reaching to the bulge of her breasts under her loose sweater. Although, like many small boys, he had always been fascinated by taller, bigger girls, he could not help but feel that this girl was far too overwhelming even for his taste. But she seemed not to notice his discomfort as she looked down at him and greeted him with a dazzling smile, “Hi! I’m Angie McPhallon. Looks like we’re going to be neighbors.”
He flushed and mumbled, “Hi. Tom Lindsay. Nice to meet you.”
“Are you a sophomore, too?”
God! Only a sophomore? Tom replied hesitantly, “No, junior.”
“Oh!” Again that dazzling smile. “An upper classman! Great! Maybe you could help me get acquainted here. Everything’s so new and strange.”
“Uh, sure.” Tom closed his locker and turned to look nervously up at her, finding he had to crane his neck to do so. “Uh, well, see you around. Hafta get to class.”
“Me, too. See you later, Tom.” She turned and strode away down the hall with a light, swinging step that belied her size, and, watching her, he found it almost impossible to tear his gaze from her retreating figure until he heard a low chuckle behind him.
“Keep your eyes in your head, buddy boy.” It was his best friend, Willard. “She’s way too big for you.”
Tom shook his head, smiling. “She’s way too big for anybody,” he replied, “at least anybody in this school.”
Willard grinned. “Since she got here yesterday, a lotta guys have been wondering what she’s got under all those baggy clothes, other than one helluva big pair ‘a knockers.”
Tom licked his lips. “Think anybody’s game to try to find out?”
“Nobody I know. Unless you’re thinking about it, in which case I’d suggest you get the last rites first.”
Tom laughed. “No chance! Come on. We’ll be late for class.”
At noon, when he reached his locker she was putting her books away. “Hi, again!” she greeted him. “You going home for lunch or eating here?”
“Going home,” he replied. “I only live a few blocks away.”
“Really? So do I. What street?”
He hesitated, warning bells going off in his head. “Uh, Carson,” he said finally, “at the corner of Dousman.”
She laughed. “Isn’t that a coincidence? We’re neighbors at home, too. Well, practically, anyway. I’m only a few houses away from you on Carson. Corner of Bellevue.” She pursed her lips, looking down at him with eyes that were suddenly heavy lidded. “Want to walk home with me?”
He felt his face getting suddenly hot. “Ah, thanks, Angie, but I hafta see someone for a second,” he said lamely. “Why don’t you just go on ahead?”
She looked amused. “Sure. I understand. See you this afternoon.” She swung away down the hall with Tom again unable to take his eyes off her massive figure.
He did not see her again until after the first class that afternoon, and they did little more than greet each other. However, as he was turning away from his locker to go past her, she turned into him, and her huge breasts brushed against his forehead, causing him to jerk backward, banging his head against his closed locker. She stopped, looking down at him with amusement, and then moved forward and bent down slightly until her breasts were touching his nose.
“You okay?” she asked him.
“Y–yeah, sure,” he stammered and, blushing furiously, slid to one side so that he could slip around her and hurry to his class.
After that, whenever Angie would see him in the hall or at his locker, she would regard him with that same look of amused condescension and, whenever she had the opportunity, brush against him with her big body, grinning mischievously as he invariably reddened and veered away. Yet, despite his embarrassment, she was beginning to have an impact on him, and by the end of the day he found himself with a throbbing in his loins and an overwhelming desire to see what was under her loose clothing. By the end of the week, he could think of practically nothing else, and, as he dreamed of being cradled against her giant bosom, he was beginning to wonder if he was falling for this towering, teenage Amazon.
It was almost nine on Friday night when, having nothing to do that evening and unable to get Angie out of his mind, he decided to take a walk, telling himself that the fresh air might clear his head. However, as soon as he was outside, he knew the real reason for his walk, for he could see her house at the next corner on the opposite side of Carson Street. Trying to be casual, he sauntered across the street to the corner and rounded it. Several lights were on in the house, but the family car which had been sitting in the driveway was gone, and as he reached the back of the house he could see that a light in the basement was on.
From previous visits with the prior owners, he knew that the basement had been made into a game room with an unusually high, twelve foot suspended ceiling, and that there was an outside, concrete stairwell that led down to a door which opened directly on to the room and which contained a large window. He hesitated, looking up and down the street to make sure it was deserted, and then, nervously biting his lip, made his decision. Quickly and silently he crossed the lawn to the stairwell and, his tennis shoes making no sound on the cement steps, descended the steps to crouch under the door window, which was uncovered. Raising his head to peer inside, he caught his breath in amazement.
Angie was there. She was completely nude, and suddenly Tom understood why she dressed the way she did, for her huge body was a veritable symphony of hard, massive muscle. From her long, thick neck and incredibly broad shoulders, to a wide, deep chest that tapered sharply to a comparatively narrow waist and flat stomach that was rock ribbed with muscle, to tightly rounded hips, huge, solid thighs that seemed as thick as his waist, and bulging calves that were bigger than his thighs, every inch of her body was etched in solid muscle. Even her breasts, which now seemed small in comparison with the rest of her, were round and firm, and jutted out like melons from her massive chest. But it was her arms which held his attention. Never had he seen such incredible muscularity, not even on male bodybuilders. Her upper arms were even bigger than her calves, with biceps the size of softballs that looked as hard as rocks, and her massive, corded forearms seemed bigger than his thighs.
She was standing on a heavy mat in the center of the room. At her feet was a barbell with two large weights and a smaller one attached at either end. One end of the barbell was facing the door, and Tom could barely read the numbers on the weights: the larger one was marked “100 lbs.” and the smaller, “25 lbs.”, and Tom felt his stomach tighten into a knot. Two 100 lb. weights plus a 25 lb. weight at either end–My God! That barbell weighed a total of 450 lbs.! And she was going to lift it? Impossible! That was as much weight as many olympic weight lifters could manage!
But, as he watched in awe, she squatted down, grasped the barbell and, with a mighty heave, the huge muscles of her arms and stomach bulging from the effort, raised the barbell to her shoulders, held it there momentarily and then threw it overhead, spreading her legs and dropping her body to get under it as her arms locked the bar in place above her head. Then, after several seconds to make sure she had it under control, she dropped it to the mat in front of her, a satisfied smile decorating her lovely features.
Tom suddenly realized that his entire body was trembling. The combination of this teenage giantess’ awesome muscularity and incredible strength, both of which were far beyond what he had thought possible in a girl–let alone a fifteen year old!–had tied a knot in his stomach and left him weak and shaky as he realized what she could do to him if she caught him spying on her. My God, she could crush his small body like a bug! He had to get out of there before she saw him.
He crouched down below the window and was starting to move backward up the stairs when his foot slipped on a wet spot on the stairwell, and he fell heavily, striking his hip painfully against the edge of a cement step. Stifling a cry, he closed his eyes momentarily, trying to shut out the pain. When he opened them, he realized that the entire stairwell was dark; the basement light had been turned off. Alarmed, he started to scramble up the steps to safety, but the door to the game room was suddenly thrown open and a huge hand came out of the darkness to grip his throat and lift him bodily off the steps into the air.
A strangled gasp escaped his lips as he instinctively grabbed a thick wrist and began to kick and struggle to free himself. But the hand held him securely off the floor, tightly enough to keep him from crying out yet not to tight as to choke him, and he felt himself being moved through the doorway into the basement. Then the light came on, and he saw that he was suspended high in the air at the end of Angie’s powerful right arm as he looked helplessly down at Angie’s lovely face, her brows knitted in anger.
When she recognized him, her face softened into an amused smile. “Well, now,” she chuckled. “Look what I’ve caught! I didn’t know your name was Peeping Tom!”
His face was a deep red with embarrassment and fear as he tugged helplessly at the steel fingers gripping his throat, his feet dangling almost three feet off the floor. Then, realizing that resistance was useless and unable to speak, he looked pleadingly down at her.
“Well?” Her voice, mockingly stern, barely masked her amusement. “I’m waiting for your explanation, little boy! What’s the matter? Can’t talk with my hand around your throat? Here, maybe this will be better.”
She gripped his right forearm with her left hand and pinned it to his side, her long, powerful fingers extending around his arm to dig painfully into his soft, slender waist. Then she removed her other hand from his throat and secured his other arm in a similar grip, holding him effortlessly out at arm’s length with both his arms pinned helplessly to his sides.
The pressure of her thumbs on his stomach made it almost impossible for him to breathe, but he finally managed to gasp, “Please, Angie, put me down! I–I didn’t mean to spy! I was only there a few seconds, and I started to leave as soon as I saw it was you and that you–you didn’t have any clothes on!”
She pursed her lips to hide a smile. “Oh, really?” she replied, and then, shaking him briefly with a force that rattled his teeth, she added, “Then maybe you can tell me what you were doing out there in the first place!”
“I–well, I was walking past your house and–and saw that the basement light was on–and…” Tom’s voice trailed off into silence as he realized that there was no explanation for his actions.
She smiled grimly. “Well, little boy, I can,” she told him. “How dumb do you think I am? Don’t you think I know what all the boys have been saying about me? Big Angie! Biggest knockers of any girl in school! Wonder what else she’s got under those baggy clothes! Well, now you know, little boy! What d’you think? Like what you see? Or don’t you like to see big muscles on a girl?”
His face twisted in agony, Tom could only sob, “Angie, please!”
She pursed her lips again. “Okay,” she told him finally, “you wanted to see me in the flesh. Let’s give you a closer look!”
Still holding him off the floor at arm’s length, she strode across the room to a short bench at each end of which a large barbell was cradled on two heavy hooks about four feet above the floor. Gripping him by the throat again and suspending him in front of one of the hooks, she reached around him with her other hand to twist the back of his wide belt and jeans over one of the hooks, hanging him there with his feet dangling almost a foot off the floor, his eyes now just below the level of her shoulders. He gasped as his belt buckle dug painfully into his stomach, and he grabbed it with both hands in an attempt to loosen it and relieve the pressure, but the belt was too tight. He looked up at her pleadingly. She had stepped back and was regarding him gravely.
“Now, little boy,” she said softly, “take a good long look!”
Slowly, sensuously she raised herself to her toes, gaining another several inches of height above him, spread her arms and, with a low growl, leaned forward and flexed her huge shoulder muscles until her long, thick neck all but disappeared in a mass of bulging muscle. The effect was frightening, and Tom’s body began to shake uncontrollably as he hung helplessly on the hook in front of her. And yet, he also began to feel the stirrings of sexual desire as Angie slowly straightened, expanded her deep, wide chest, flexed her lats until they bulged out like wings past the curve of her breasts several inches beyond her armpits, and then deliberately raised and cocked both arms to flex her massive biceps. Tom’s mouth went dry as he gaped up at her, looming above him like a female titan.
“Look closer, boy,” she growled. “I’ll bet you’ve never seen muscles like this on any one before, man or woman. My upper arms measure 22″ with my biceps flexed like this, and my forearms 18″, and it’s all bone and solid muscle–not muscle for show, like those bodybuilder types, but solid muscle for pure strength. I’m one of the strongest human beings in the world, man or woman, and I haven’t come close to reaching my peak yet. Here, take a closer look.”
She pivoted, bringing her right arm under his face, and again bulged her bicep until it brushed the tip of his nose and then pushed it hard against his mouth. It was hard as a rock. Tom resisted a sudden urge to kiss it, but she seemed to sense his desire, for she was looking at him with faint amusement as she pivoted away and turned her back to him.
