Chapter 2

He was laying down on a bench, pushing up a long bar with an unreasonable amount of weights on both sides.

She was star truck when she saw him, and she stood there, frozen like a fish next to a shark, as her brain struggled to comprehend what she saw.

For one, the place was packed. Not just the gym as a whole, but that area specifically; that space around the man, where a huge crowd had formed, all as awestruck and dumbfounded as the “princess.”

Secondly, there were ... them.

The babes.

The bitches.

All of the hottest women in the community were there, in the front rows around that man, watching the spectacle unfold.

All of the hottest, largest-breasted bitches of the beach were there, even the ones who never went to the gym.

In these babes, she recognized few friends and many rivals.

For a brief instant, her mind was taken off that stranger—that man!—and pulled inwards into her own insecurities.

She was a babe. A hot babe. One of the hottest babes in the world, indeed ... but she wasn’t the hottest. At least, she didn’t think so.

For starters, she was tiny. She wasn’t too small for a woman, but she felt like a pygmy in that wealthy, prosperous community where the next shortest girl was, like, six freaking feet tall!

For comparison, she was 5’4’’. Very petite, and made even cuter, even doll-like, thanks to her erotic, but perpetually young face.

Her (self-perceived) shortness was what convinced her to go into fitness in the first place. If she couldn’t be big in height, at least she make herself as big and strong in muscles as possible.