Chapter One

Heavy Activity

It was love – or a reasonable facsimile thereof – at first sight.

Kyle Johnson was a fitness nut. Linda Skrue owned – among many other things – the local health club. Cosmic synchronicity or just dumb luck? Either way it worked out great for both of them.

Kyle rolled over, and squinted at the clock. It was the dream that woke him, of course. Big Linda again. That fuckingbitch. Even in his sleep she wouldn’t put out.

He’d been trying everything he could think of to catch her eye, and nothing seemed to work. The spandex shorts. Oiling his muscles ‘til they gleamed. Bench-pressing the stack, for god’s sake! Still the few glances she tossed his way were blank, disinterested. What the hell was a guy supposed to do? He had to have her, and soon. That’s all there was to it. She was without a doubt the most captivating woman he’d ever seen.

Tall, strong, the quintessence of feminine pulchritude, Big Linda Skrue was Kyle’s ultimate dream girl.

Her hair was a golden blonde overlaid with shiny reddish highlights, and it cascaded down her back to the bra-line. As for her body, it was even more impressive than his, with every muscle sculpted to perfection. Her legs were columnar, her ass tight and bulging. Her arms and shoulders were also bulky and well defined, and they needed to be. Hanging from the front of her deep, wide chest were the biggest pair of tits Kyle had ever seen.

Oh, there were movies, of course, and she was no Wendy Whoppers. But this wasreal fucking life.Barely contained by a tight blue body suit, Linda’s unbelievably heavy breasts preceded her everywhere like a fleshy fanfare. As obvious and emphatic as a clarion call to arms, they commanded instant attention wherever she went. Severely lovely and stunningly statuesque, she was built like a rampaging goddess of war and she obviously knew it. She led a gaping, goggling aerobics class with a superior smirk on her face, no doubt imagining seismographs trembling all over the state.

Kyle couldn’t stand it. He went there practically every day, just to watch her bend and flex and jump and bounce, and every night he went to bed with visions of those sugarplums dancing in his head.

She was BIG Linda, twelve feet tall and with tits like medicine balls.

Towering over him, she crushed him between those mammoth mammaries and began violently twisting her shoulders. Flogging away, she buffeted his body back and forth. Struggling wildly, battered and beaten by those immensely swollen globes, he finally succeeded in wrapping his arms around one. He writhed and climbed and sought out the nipple, a stiff, pink protuberance the size of his face, he fastened himself to its tip like the greediest leech. Ah, heaven at last! He suckled and suckled and suckled and sucked. Now, where was that glorious cave between her legs? He had some spelunking to do.

Kyle slid down, through the deep canyon of Big Linda’s cleavage, across the sof