Linden Blossoms in the Summer

by Astarte

Linden hit the dock pleased with the strength of her butterfly. She glanced at her sports' watch. She had shaved 10 seconds off her previous best lake swim, and it was only the first day of camp! She glanced over to the shore to see Denny Fletcher smiling in her direction. Her heart fluttered, but she knew he must have been looking at someone else. She looked the other way and saw a buxom bikini clad woman out on the raft. At first she didn't recognize her. “Oh my God, it's Gladys!” Gladys had already been turning heads last year, but her charms had now come to full fruition. She couldn't mind Denny ogling Gladys, well, not much. Gladys was a bimbo.

Linden and Denny had been friends for years, and she had had a crush on him since she started having crushes. Now, suddenly, he was the camp muscleman, as she always knew he would be. Linden was used to seeing really fit guys, since she was a competitive swimmer and trained with the guys often, but their muscles, though well developed, were long and sleek. Denny was flat out huge. He was a fast runner, and a good all around athlete, but his only commitment was pumping iron.

Linden had been recruited to the university on a swimming scholarship, and would start in the fall. She was 6 ft tall, and weighed 160#, and possessed the broad muscular body of a swimming champion. Her mother had also swum for the university and had even gone to the Olympic trials. She had just missed going to Seoul. Linden was a counselor at Camp Pine Crest (along with Denny and Gladys). They had all been campers here, too, and knew each other for 10 years. Along with being the counselor in the 8-year-old girls' bunk, Linden was the camp swimming instructor. This gave her a lot of time in the water, and plenty of opportunity to put in lots of time with her swimming. Denny had the 9-year-old boys and was the camp fitness instructor. His brother Nick had been the previous camp muscleman and fitness instructor. Denny had an old shack for a gym, but it had been set up really well by several generations of dedicated iron-men.

Denny was one of the favorite subjects of gossip among the girls. They said he was “really gross.” Linden felt differently and thought, “thou doth protest too much.” Ten years of camping and now counseling together had given Linden some insight into Gladys and the girls. Linden and Gladys, in particular had been friends, but she had always seemed disingenuous. She was always making up stories, and Linden never quite believed her. This she figured was the essence of being a bimbo – not being honest and authentic, paying more heed to being attractive and beautiful, not recognizing her own inner beauty, not being true to one's self. When they were all little, they had been just as fascinated with Denny's big brother, Nick, as she had. The fascination was aesthetic and existential. She remembered how like a Greek statue Nick had looked, and she was inspired with how one could mould one's body. Linden never experienced any sexual desire in her appreciation of Nick. They had been too young. With Denny it was different.

Denny and Shelly had spent a lot of time together when they were little. They had played together, and had watched and encouraged “Nicky the Notorious.” Nick had become a famous professional bodybuilder, and now Denny was following in his footsteps. Linden thought Denny was really nice and quite cute, although she was equally sure that he would never pay her any mind. What boy would? Although she was confident in her intelligence (she had graduated 5th in her class of 600), knew she had a cute face (since the oral contraceptives she just started had cleared up her acne), and was proud of her trim athletic body, the fatal flaw was unavoidable. Her measurements were 38-24-36, but her breasts were barely a b-cup! Her muscular back pumped up the bra size, but belittled her boobies. Her breasts had made a promising appearance 5 years ago, but after an early blossoming, no fruit appeared! While almost all the girls had surpassed her in breast size, she had grown really tall. After awhile she had stopped caring about breasts. She had invested her pride in her athleticism rather than her voluptuousness. Linden also realized that her muscularity would turn-off some boys, but she was pretty pleased to be a little intimidating. If she couldn't attract them like Gladys did, she could at least scare them a little! She was resigned, after all – her mother and older sister were really flat chested, as were most of her cousins, and aunts, except for Aunt Cynthia, who had been Miss December in 1968. She had fabulous DD tits, and was often featured in big-busted pictorial reviews. Who could figure genes?

Linden spent more time with Denny than any of the other girls, since she was the only girl in camp to spend any time lifting weights. Phyllis, her new college coach had given her a work out regimen for the summer. It was pretty tough – A lot of swimming every day, and – three times per week, about 2 hours per workout – pumping iron. Denny had helped her do the exercises correctly. Linden looked forward to any opportunity to watch Denny's progress. She really wanted to see him pump iron. She remembered when they both had played with weights when Nick was the king of the camp. Two years ago it was obvious that Denny was more muscular than other guys his age. Last year he was a little more muscular, but this year he was something else. She was excited by his progress. Her first sight of him boggled her this year! He was bulging all over. All muscle groups were much bigger; Nick had never been this big. So far she had only seen him in shorts and a tee shirt, so she had the best view of his arms and his legs. They made her tingle.

The first few nights in the bunk after lights-out she found herself obsessively fantasizing about Denny. She would lie in her bunk, fingering her clitoris and her nipples. Her little boobies ached as she visualized his bulging, peaked, cut, vascular biceps. Her dreams the first few nights were vivid. She dreamt of swimmers doing lap after lap. She dreamt of Gladys surrounded by adoring men and women. She dreamt of Denny and other musclemen and muscle woman pumping iron with frenzied abandon. Sometimes the swimming champions morphed into bimbos; sometimes they became muscle men. One dream was really weird. The Virgin Mary came to her, her heart visibly beating in her chest, radiating a ruby red light. The virgin started pumping iron with Denny, and then seduced him like a bimbo. At other times the virgin, dressed like a professional woman would seem lost in a crowded room, meandering about, looking, looking, but not finding whatever she was looking for with a befuddled look on her face. By the third night of this she couldn't sleep, and around 10pm slipped out of the bunk. All her little girls were sawing logs!

It was a bright moonlit night, and she walked to the lake without a flashlight. She wanted to see the reflection of the moon in the lake, but before she got very far she could hear clanging in Denny's gym. Her heart raced. She walked toward it slowly, and approached as closely as she dared, maybe 30 ft away. She took up a post behind a tree. Suddenly, he came outside. He had only jockey briefs on. In the bright moonlight she could see the sweat glisten on his muscles. It was obvious to her that he had been working his pecs. He was glancing down, alternatively tightening them. They jumped and danced at his command. His pecs dwarfed her boobies. She dug her pubic bone and her boobies into the tree as she listened to Denny's loud breaths and grunts. She reached in her shirt, under her sports bra and massaged her boobies as she watched Denny flex his. Oh! How they ached! She ground her pubes into the tree. This made her nipples even more erect and her boobs ache even more. After awhile, Denny went back in the gym and the clanks and grunts resumed. Awash in deliciously aching desire, Linden brought herself to climax with a nice little knot on the tree. She had worked herself into a sweat. She retreated from the gym somewhat bewildered. Went to the lake and took a long swim. When she came to shore, she sat for a while dripping off. She was a little chilled and had goose flesh, but she felt delicious overall. She looked at her moonlit reflection rippling in the lake. She enjoyed the obviously distorted image of her boobies reflected in the water, they seemed to hang a little and point slightly upward.

The first month of camp continued much like this. During the day Linden swam a lot, and took every opportunity to size up Denny's muscular progress. At night she snuck out to his gym to listen to his workout and hopefully catch a glimpse. He frequently came out to cool down, and pose, but the moon was waning. The darkness emphasized his bulk, or perhaps allowed her to fantasize more about his mass. As for definition, she got a good looks at his arms and legs every day. She loved seeing the both the definition and size of his biceps and triceps. His legs barely fit through his shorts. She fantasized that they might rip if he just flexed them a little. Usually, after masturbating at Denny's gym she would take a swim, and gaze at her reflection in the lake. As the moon waned, it seemed her boobies and the moon had the same shape. She loved the way the distortion of her image made her boobies look bigger.

Three days a week she too would work out with weights. She tried to time it so that he would be there to, but that seldom occurred. Whenever he was there she was sure to find a reason to ask him how to do something. Denny seemed friendly enough, but always a little distant to her. She was sure he was thinking about Gladys or one of the other voluptuous girls. In any case she really enjoyed her workouts, they made her body feel good.

She tried to guess who Denny liked best. She was pretty sure it must be Gladys. There were some prettier girls in camp, and certainly many had genuine impressive feminine attributes, but no one could compete with Gladys. Gladys had by far the biggest breasts in camp, including adults. Last year, after Color War the boys had raided her bunk, stolen one of her 36 D bras and ran it up the flagpole. The camp supervisor and owner had severely reprimanded and restricted the boys camp for this infraction, and Gladys played along as if she was aggrieved, but it was really clear that she was proud of the attention she got. This year she was even bigger – looked like a DD – as big as aunt Cynthia. All the boys in camp, at least the ones who were pre-pubescent or older lusted for her. She played her part well. She wore low cut bathing suits and tight T-shirts. Her gait was somewhere between undulation and provocation. She said that she was going to be in Playboy magazine someday. Even some of the girls seemed to go stupid around Gladys. Linden thought that this was mostly hero worship and role modeling; only in her deepest fantasies did it sometimes occur to her that some of the girls might really like Gladys.

Once a week the counselors got a half a day off and got to go to town. Linden had become pretty annoyed at the camp laundry service, it seemed that they were shrinking her tee shirts and sports bras. Fortunately her well-worn denim shorts seemed impervious to the shrinkage. Anyway, she was going to take her laundry to town on her day off and buy some new clothes. She went into the small town department store and asked the sales clerk for a bra. She knew that they might have trouble with her 38B, but usually the sports bras were more flexible in this regard. The clerk smiled at her, looking at Linden's chest. “Honey, no way those fit in a B-cup… you are certainly at least a C-cup!” Linden was dumbfounded. She hadn't changed her cup size in 5 years; she thought it wasn't possible. She knew that her boobies had been aching all summer, but she figured this was in response to her nightly masturbating and rubbing her boobs against the tree. The clerk handed her a 38-C bra, and indicated where the fitting room was. Linden put the bra on. It was a little tight! The clerk measured her – she was a 39C! Not only had her boobies grown, but also so had her back – pumping iron and swimming butterfly! She bought one regular bra and one sports bra. She was very pleased. Thoughts of Denny sprung to mind. Maybe he could like her.

After buying her new clothes, Shelly walked around town. She felt like a woman! On a whim she decided to visit the palm reader. With little faith and no surprise she heard that she was about to start a romantic and spiritual adventure. The palmist also offered her an herbal concoction designed to help this prediction come true. “I like to hedge my bets,” the gypsy declared.

That night was another full moon. She went to bed with the little girls and drifted asleep, and found herself dreaming. She was walking a trail in the woods and came to a fork. Down one path she saw a very clean modern looking town, the other doubled back into the woods. It led straight into the rising moon. On a hill in front of the moon was the Virgin with her ruby heart beating and glowing. It was surely the Virgin, but she was wearing a lycra body suit which revealed beautiful breasts like her aunt Cynthia's and sported muscles as big as her swimming coach – Phyllis. In the dream Linden knew she wanted to walk the path with the Virgin. Linden awoke from the dream suddenly, with a start, and a desire to see Denny. She put on her new bra, one of her old tight tee shirts, and her tightest shorts, and went to find him. She admired her moonlit reflection in a window. She was not disappointed. There he was in the moonlight all pumped up! She had to keep her distance until he went back into the gym before she could take up her station by the tree. As she walked she was conscious of a little bounce in her boobs. She had never appreciated this before! She reached the tree and embraced it familiarly. She cupped her bosom with her hands. She was excited and gratified to feel them. Certainly nothing like Gladys' or several of the other girls, but there really seemed to be substantial tit here. She could feel her nipples poking through two layers of fabric.

In a brazen flash, as if in a dream, she came out from behind the tree and walked breathlessly up to Denny's gym. She knocked on the doorframe with her heart beating in her throat. Hearing no reply, except Denny's grunts and the clanging of iron, she poked her head in and said “ hi!” Denny was in the middle of some preacher curls. His biceps were swollen gigantically, the veins on their peaks distended, the entire muscle flushed pink. He immediately put the weights down, and jumped up, seemingly embarrassed. Linden was mortified, but also totally thrilled to see Denny so pumped and so undressed! He regained his composure, smiled and said “hi!” He grabbed a towel and started to sop the sweat off his brow, and cover himself modestly. Linden said: “I was taking a walk and heard you in here and I thought I'd just say hello.” Denny smiled and said, “I'm really glad you did.” Seized by boldness she never knew she had, she slightly thrust her boobs out, smiled coyly, and said: ”I really have wanted to see you pose, you are really getting impressive. I think you must be as big as Nick!” Denny smiled broadly: “I've been really wanting to pose for you too!” With this he hit a front double biceps and then swiveled deftly into a side biceps. His biceps were in full pump from the workout and he was bigger, harder and more defined than ever. When he hit a most muscular pose, Linden felt faint. Denny was truly massive. Linden wobbled up to him. “Can I feel?” He nodded with a smile. His muscles felt very hard, very hot and very wet. She squeezed his bicep with one hand, and then with both hands. She couldn't really even surround the bicep with both hands! Her hands would not stop exploring. She felt his triceps, his lats, and then very cautiously started to feel his pectorals. Everywhere she put her hands – he would tense as hard as he could. When she started feeling his pecs, she looked up into his face and pushed her boobs into him. He looked down at her and then bent forward and kissed her, at first – shyly and then with more eagerness. He then put his hand on her breast. A jolt of energy surged through her as he did this. She pushed her breast into his hand like she had so often the tree. He grasped her breasts and kneaded them. He easily found her nipple through the cloth and pinched it. He quickly reached under her tee shirt and felt her bra, but immediately, tried to reach under her bra. She pulled away, immediately pulling her tee shirt off, and then moved hard against him burying her breasts into his hard abdomen. He stroked her lats appreciatively. She tensed them in response doing a pretty good cobra pose. He undid her bra, but didn't pull it off. He did however reach under the cups and resumed handling her boobs. He cupped each one in turn, hefting them slightly, letting her know that he appreciated their substance and weight. Her areolas crinkled and her nipples became intensely erect. How her boobs ached. She shrugged off her bra. Denny sat down on a bench and pulled her chest into his face, which he nuzzled. After what seemed like forever, she pulled off her shorts and started to pull his off. His legs were so huge and the pants so tight, that he had to peel them off. His penis was standing hugely erect. She pushed him down on the bench and mounted him. She grasped his large, thick penis to her virginal introitus. Ever so slowly she let it impale herself. She told him to do some bench presses. Fortunately the weights on the bench were light. He wasn't really feeling his strongest. As he slowly lifted the weights and let them fall to his chest, she massaged his pectorals with one hand and her own boobs with another. She slowly rose and fell with her pelvis. They made love like this for an hour!

Needless to say, they had a rendezvous the next night, and the next night, and the next night. Within one week Linden noticed with delight and less surprise that her bra was getting really tight again. In the lake the images of her tits were really hanging. She was clearly growing! She went back to the same store on her day off. The clerk smiled: “Looks like you're having a little growth spurt huh sweetie?” 40 D! Now Linden really felt like a woman. She walked around town like a woman too, feeling her breasts dancing heavily on her chest. She vaguely realized that this growth was going to ruin her swimming career, but she felt that somehow she had chosen this path, although she didn't know how. She visited the gypsy to report on events. The palmist was pleased by developments, and nodded knowingly. “You want some more of the herbal tea?” Linden had indeed been drinking it, but hadn't really thought that it was the cause of her growth. She thought it was Denny, but she too could hedge her bets. She bought some more.

Back at camp, the other female counselors were beginning to treat her differently. Gladys began to seek her out! Also, she was getting attention from some of the girls who previously had flitted about and flirted with Gladys. They were standing by a window, outside of the mess hall with the sunlight shining in their faces, illuminating their torsos. Linden noticed that she was almost as big as Gladys up top and bigger than any of the other girls. This really blew her mind. The next morning, her mind was even more blown. When the entire camp reported, as they did every morning, for the flag raising ceremony, there was a bra at the top of the flagpole. Tittering and guffaws rippled throughout the boys' side. Many guys pointed at her. Linden's first reaction was that it was again Gladys's bra flapping in the breeze, but as she looked up – it occurred to her that it certainly looked a lot like her new old bra – the 39C. She hadn't really noticed that it was missing because it no longer fit! She turned beet red. She noticed Denny looking over to her with concern. She ran from the crowd, almost running Gladys over, who looked at her as if for the first time. Linden ran to her cabin. Her drawer was in disarray and she couldn't find her 39C bra!

Linden was confused. This was highly embarrassing but incredibly exciting. Was she a bimbo? She resolutely refused to think of herself as one. She left her bunk seeking the one place where she really knew who she was – Denny's gym. He was not there. (Later she learned that the entire boys' side had been confined to their bunks). She started to pump iron. “Bimbos don't pump iron!” She thought. The workout was very intense. She worked every muscle group hard! She particularly hit the bench presses, flys and rows. She wasn't a bimbo, but she was proud of her chest!

That night Denny was there. He told her that he had broken bunk-restriction to be there, but he had to see her. Was she OK? Denny was pretty sensitive, but the flagpole incident had nourished his lust for Linden. He started to kiss her and fondle her. Linden was not in the mood. Even though she was pretty sore from her earlier workout, she wanted to pump iron! Though initially deflated, Denny quickly grew to liking this. Linden took off her tee shirt and shorts and worked out in her bra and thong. Denny's workout inspired Linden. When Linden started to pose for him, Denny got really turned-on. She wanted him to pose with her. What REALLY turned him on was her Lat spread Cobra. She was really getting broad in the chest. Flexing her latissimii and her pectorals together strained her Bra, which made her boobs swell beyond the confines of her D-cup. They then went on with their now usual lovemaking!

After the flagpole event, everyone realized that Linden had become the camp goddess. It had really crept up on them all. For so many years she had been the tall scrawny jockette that they had been very slow to see the developments. No one ever did figure out (or cop to) who had first noticed (and raided her bunk), but now everyone noticed. She dreamt regularly of hanging out with the bimbo Virgin. They were real friends. Linden basked in the ruby glow of the Virgin's immaculate heart.

Her breasts continued to grow. The week after the flagpole incident she was up to a 42DD. On her 6 ft muscular frame this looked really good! The bra shop clerk looked at her with awe. “I'm gona haf to order something custom made for you. I've never seen anything like this!” Linden loved to hug her boobies, which spilled over her arms. She loved to lay flat and shift them from side to side. She loved to feel them bounce and sway with her step. She had always had a vigorous gait – some would say she “flounced;” she had, after all, been a serious athlete for 4 years now. Fortunately her back was really strong from swimming and weight lifting. Most wondrously she found that she could lick or suck her own nipples. They weren't boobies anymore, she realized, they were tits, gazongas, jugs! They gave her new buoyancy swimming, but her swimming times were really getting poor. It was like wearing a life vest! Denny, inspired by his lover, was also making great progress. He seemed to have a particularly strong enthusiasm for his bench presses and flys. He loved to rub his nipples with Linden's. His arms had ballooned out to 22”. He had to slit his shirtsleeves and his pant legs open. His chest hit 52”, and his definition was awesome. He was getting a little freaky, and Linden loved it! She even fantasized that Denny now needed a bra too! Linden decided, on the Gypsy's advice, to lay off the tea. Whenever Linden and Denny came to town there was a flock of people following them about, some were taking pictures.

The last night of camp finally came, capping of an incredible summer. Needless to say, Denny and Linden wanted to spend it together, in the gym. Their intensity was real strong. They realized that they wouldn't be seeing as much of each other pretty soon. They were doing leg presses, leg extensions and hamstring-curls. They both had a good leg pump on. As they were showing each other their swollen leg muscles, they heard a knock at the door. It was Gladys! She was dressed in her skimpiest Bikini. She slinked in, looking down at the floor. She sunk to her knees and said, “I can't stay away from you my Goddess and God! I will do anything you want, don't send me away!” Linden noticed that Gladys did look pretty good in a bikini. She had no muscle tone to speak of, but she was thin and had no flab. Her breasts were kind of pretty. She liked the way a curl of her brown hair caressed her cleavage. Linden waved her closer, and struck a pose. “Would you like to feel my muscles?” “Oh, yes!” Gladys cried, and she did. This rather stimulated Linden. Denny sat down and watched with growing interest. Linden was beginning to look like a bodybuilder, except for her huge breasts. Her muscles were quite defined, but not really big except for her lats, shoulders and legs. After posing all her muscles, Linden asked Gladys “Would you like to feel my breasts?” Gladys cried out “Yes!!” and reached up a gently stroked Linden's bra. The stroking grew more vigorous. Linden started to really like this, and she wanted to feel Gladys's tits, too! This was shocking to her - to feel a woman's breast. Quickly Linden's feels turned to nuzzles. She pushed Gladys onto a weight bench and started to lick and nuzzle her boobs. She pulled Gladys's bikini top off. Gladys breasts were quite firm, and had large areolas and nipples. Gladys reached up and cupped Linden's huge breasts, still confined in bra. Denny started to squeeze his tumescent penis, entranced with the scene. Gladys pulled on the side of Shelly's bra with her teeth. She nibbled the nipple trying to protrude through the fabric. Linden reached back to unfasten her bra. She was so muscle bound that she couldn't reach the clasp. Gladys reached back for her and released it. Linden shrugged off her bra, her huge breasts washed like a wave onto Gladys face, which eagerly started to lick the areolas and took the erect nipples into her mouth. Gladys pushed Linden's two breasts together and took both nipples into her mouth together. This really stirred Linden, who buried her face between Gladys two large mounds of tit, and then she too, pushed Gladys breasts together and took both nipples together in her mouth. Shelly started grinding her pelvis into Gladys' pubes.

Denny, in the meantime, could take it no longer. He came behind Linden and cupped her breasts, holding the swollen areolas out for Gladys' eager mouth. He slid his huge penis deftly into Linden's vagina from behind. They had never done it this way before. They were both surprised how easy the insertion was. Sure, Linden was really wet, but it seemed the geometry of this insertion was perfect! Linden's vagina was really full with Denny's pulsating member, AND she could grind her own swollen clitoris into Gladys' erect clit. Gladys was more than satisfied. Linden had everything she could imagine wanting. Denny was happy too.