Tahlia Quinn - Summertime date.

I didn’t know what I was expecting when Tahlia Quinn suggested we meet at the park.

Well, no, that’s a lie. I thought I knew. From her profile pic, she looked fit. But she had these big nerdy glasses, an awkward smile, and that dorky charm that made me think I might actually have a shot. “Big muscles, lol,” her bio had said, followed by a string of emoji that included a heart, a pizza, and a bicep.

I was not prepared for the actual Tahlia.

She walked up to the bench like a gentle earthquake. Each heavy step made her thick thighs and calves flex and bulge. The sundress she wore, white with blue flowers, looked like it had to negotiate for its life just to contain her.

The straps strained against traps that looked like sculpted marble, and her delts were so round! Her arms… God, her arms were simply unreal. Grooved, veiny monuments to strength, bigger than my head, and bulging with every casual gesture.

She greeted me with a bubbly, “G’day, cutie!” in the thickest Aussie accent I’d ever heard. Then promptly bent down, wrapped a huge powerful arm around my waist, and lifted me into the air like a feather. All I could hear was the sound of cotton struggling around her body. It was like her muscles grew with every motion.

“What are y...” I started, but then she kissed me.

Right there, in broad daylight. Pressed her lips to mine. She felt as hard as a granite statue but with it she was surprisingly gentle. Her arms locked around me like a safety harness made of muscle as she explored my mouth with her tongue. I couldn’t move if I tried, not that I wanted to.

When she finally set me back on the sidewalk, my legs wobbled.

“Oops,” she said with a sheepish chuckle. “I always forget how light you fellas are. You okay?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, flushed head to toe.

Her grin widened, but it was laced with an awkward kind of shyness, like she didn’t realize how earth-shatteringly hot she actually was. “Sorry if that was too forward. I just… got excited.”

At the park, we found a bench near the walking trail. Birds chirped, bees buzzed, and Tahlia… well, Tahlia sat. Which was no small event. The wooden bench groaned under her weight like it had just been handed a death sentence. I swear I heard a crack.

Then before I could say anything she hugged me again!

I don't mind admitting, I was excited and scared in equal measure!

It started out sweetly, her arms snaking around me, face nuzzled into my neck. But somewhere in the motion, her breasts began pressing into my chest. Her bosom felt quite soft at first but became very firm as her pecs flexed beneath her implants. It felt like her boobs were expanding! Her biceps had me in a vice like grip. I tried to take a deep breath and then I heard my spine issue a tiny pop.

“Ahhhh!” I gasped.

“Oh no, did I squeeze too hard?” she yelped, immediately loosening her grip. “I’m so sorry, I get carried away sometimes. That’s the third time this year I’ve done that. One poor little bloke needed a chiropractor.”

“I’m… okay,” I croaked, seeing stars. “I think you realigned me. Like, spiritually.”

She winced. “I’m such a klutz. Mum always said I was built like a brick wall but with a marshmallow’s sense of boundaries.”

As we settled in to relax, she pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and turned away from me. “Mind givin’ me a hand,? I can never reach my back, and this dress is a bit revealing. The sun got me cookin’.”

I blinked at the expanse of her back. Wide as a truck, rippling with deep muscular valleys and peaks, her lats alone looked like the wings of a jet when she flexed.

She looked over her shoulder and pulled her hair to the side. “Go on then, don’t be shy!”

My hands trembled as I squeezed out the lotion. The moment my fingers touched her skin, I swear I felt my masculinity shatter into little pieces and blow away in the wind.

Her muscles were warm, dense and so hard! They moved and shifted under her skin as she moved. Each rub required both hands just to get surface coverage, and even then I could barely reach the center of her back.

“Ohhh, that’s the spot,” she sighed. “You’ve got good hands.”

I was sweating buckets. Not from the heat. “Tahlia?”

“Mm?”

“Do you really not know how… uh… big you are?”

She turned her head, blinking innocently. “Big? I mean, I s’pose I’m a bit tall.

"No, I mean..." I got distracted as I watched her forearms and biceps bulge when she reached up to adjust her glasses again. “...you’re perfect,” I whispered.

She blushed. “Aw, go on. You’re makin’ me shy! I’m just a bit gym-happy is all. Been lifting since I was sixteen. Never could figure out when to stop.” She gave a small, bashful shrug—except even that casual movement made her traps balloon and her dress groan in protest.

“And you don’t think you’ve gone… too far?” I asked, mostly in awe.

She grinned, eyes twinkling. “Maybe. But it’s fun being strong, y’know? And—” she leaned closer, whispering like a kid sharing a naughty secret, “—I love being stronger than blokes. It’s just so fun when they go all wide-eyed. Like you are now.”

I flushed instantly.

“Oh! Sorry! Was that too much?” She looked mortified. “Crikey, I didn’t mean to sound cocky or nothin’. I just, y’know, forget sometimes. Don’t really see what all the fuss is about.”

“Tahlia,” I said, trying not to sound like I was hyperventilating, “you could probably bench-press a rhino. You’re allowed to brag.”

She laughed again, a rich, genuine sound that made my chest flutter.

“Thanks, mate,” she said, bumping my shoulder with hers—except I bounced like a ragdoll and nearly fell off the bench. She winced. “Oops. Didn't know you were that light! You okay?”

I straightened my glasses, heart racing. “I am very okay.”

She smiled shyly, like she still didn’t believe she could possibly be attractive. “Well, if you’re game… there’s a place across the street that does the most awesome protein milkshakes. I think it might help bulk you up.”

“Only if you promise not to carry me there.”

“No promises,” she said, flexing one arm with a playful wink.