Real-Life Encounters

Back in 2008, I was flying to the UK out of LAX. As I'm making my way to the gate, passengers disembarked in front of me, and I saw the biggest FBB I've ever seen. I got closer, and it was Marnie Power. The pictures on here of her don't really do justice how big and still reasonably cut she was. She had a pretty face too. Then, on the flight back from UK, Joanne Lee was on my flight. She had retired from competitive FBB, but was still big and very attractive. I wasn't the only one staring at her. I couldn't believe the luck of seeing two pretty famous (at the time) FBBs on the same trip. Joanne wasn't as big as Marnie, but I never thought I'd see any FBB that big again....but then in 2013, on the beach boardwalk in Santa Monica, a fast, earbud-listening, power-walking FBB passed me. It was Helle Trevino. She was simply amazingly jacked. Muscles rippling with each step. You could tell she was just vibing and smiling at all the dropped jaws along the boardwalk. She was probably shorter than Marnie Power, but way more muscular. Could have watched her walk for hours. Sometimes it's good to live in LA.

> here I used AI to correct the above (which is impossible to digest without paragraghs:This happened when I was in high school. I’m from Mexico, where high school lasts three years, roughly equivalent to sophomore, junior, and senior year in the U.S. > > From the beginning of sophomore year, there was a girl in my class. We had every class together, but we barely interacted—maybe once or twice. Ever since I was young, I’d had this fascination with strong girls, and around that time those feelings were becoming even stronger. > > She wasn’t huge or extremely muscular, but you could tell she trained. Her back and arms stood out, and she clearly either went to the gym or played sports. Since we never really talked, I mostly just noticed her during class or school presentations. One of my friends, though, was pretty close to her. He would joke that she had bigger arms than us or that she was stronger than most of the guys in class. > > Whenever he said things like that, I stayed quiet because I’d never told anyone about this interest of mine. But I definitely noticed her flexing sometimes in normal conversation, the way people who train casually admire their progress. Sometimes her friends would touch her arms or compare backs jokingly. Obviously, like any teenage guy, I got excited by it, and the fact that I’d be in the same class with her for three years made it even more intense for me. > > During sophomore year, I had a girlfriend, so I never really had the chance to talk to this girl in class or online. My girlfriend was also in our class, and even though the two of them weren’t friends, it would have caused problems if I’d openly interacted with her too much. > > Still, we followed each other on Instagram, and I remember she had me on her Close Friends list, which surprised me because she also had a boyfriend at the time. Every now and then she’d post gym pump pictures or training poses, and honestly, I couldn’t believe I was actually seeing that in real life. We were both around 15 or 16. > > Sophomore year ended, and junior year started. I’d broken up with my girlfriend over the summer, so I was single again. I never thought this girl would be interested in me. I’ve always been thin, while she trained seriously and surrounded herself with gym people, so I assumed I wasn’t her type. > > One day, about two weeks into the school year, I replied to one of her Instagram stories. Her response felt different than I expected, almost flirty. After that, though, I deactivated my Instagram, so we didn’t really talk anymore outside of class. > > Around that same time, she broke up with her boyfriend too, though I didn’t know it because I no longer had Instagram. > > By December, I started noticing her looking at me a lot between classes. At my school, people used to write on desks, and one day I saw my last name written on her desk in what looked like her handwriting. It felt unreal that she might actually like me, so I convinced myself it had to be someone else. > > Around then she had also put on some size—not huge, but definitely bigger and stronger-looking than before. > > Before winter break, one teacher moved me to the front of the class near where she sat because my friends talked too much. While sitting there, I noticed she kept looking at me, almost like she wanted to start a conversation but didn’t know how. Eventually she started teasing me about my handwriting. > > Since it was the end of the year, Spotify Wrapped had just come out. She asked to see mine because everyone knew I loved Luis Miguel. She said she liked him too, and that started a conversation between us. > > The next day, the teacher made me sit there again. After joking around for a while, she asked for my Spotify username because she’d apparently tried searching for me and couldn’t find me. At that point, I started thinking she might actually be interested in me. > > Then winter break started. I didn’t have Instagram anymore, and I didn’t even have her number. In Mexico, everyone uses WhatsApp, and our classes each had group chats. One teacher asked us to send PDFs with all our semester work. I submitted mine completely wrong because I barely knew how to make PDFs. > > A little later, I got a WhatsApp message from a number I didn’t recognize. At first I thought it was the teacher correcting me. Then the person replied, “Hahaha, it’s Cristina,” and sent me a corrected version of the PDF without me even asking. > > I remember immediately screenshotting it and sending it to my best friend because I couldn’t believe it. > > That was December 22nd. I remember the date clearly. > > The next two weeks felt unreal. We talked all day and all night about everything imaginable. The craziest part for me was that every day she went to train, she’d tell me, “I’m going to the gym. I’ll text you after and show you the pump.” > > For me, that felt like a dream come true. > > I even remembered something from freshman year when a teacher had asked everyone what they wanted to be when they grew up, and she’d answered, “a bodybuilder.” Hearing that back then had already blown my mind. > > After workouts, she’d send pictures of her biceps or back—her strongest features physically. Sometimes she’d send quad pictures too, though honestly her arms, shoulders, and back stood out much more. > > One picture I remember perfectly was a bicep pose with her arm over her head and her eyes closed. She captioned it: “How I sleep knowing I have the biggest arms in the class.” > > At the same time, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little insecure. I was thin, and while the difference between us wasn’t gigantic, she was definitely stronger-looking than me. > > That semester I failed math and had to take a makeup exam before school restarted. Cristina was good at math, so when I mentioned I was struggling, she offered to help me study. > > I assumed we’d do it over the phone like we usually talked, but instead she suggested meeting in person at a park near our school. > > The first time we met up, we were both awkward. One of the first things we did, though, was arm wrestle. We’d joked about it over text beforehand. She kept saying she wanted to challenge me, and I joked back that I’d break her arm because I was good at arm wrestling. > > When we finally tried it, I beat her pretty easily with my dominant arm, but with my weaker left arm I could actually feel how strong she was compared to most girls I knew. > > Afterward, she flexed her bicep jokingly. I flexed mine too, and she grabbed my arm first. Then instinctively I touched hers. > > I still remember it clearly—it was firm, solid, and much bigger than I expected. > > The rest of the afternoon was playful. I teased her constantly, kissed her cheeks, and found excuses to touch her arms. We barely studied at all. > > A couple days later we met again, supposedly to study. This time she wore a tank top, and her shoulders and arms looked even better. That was also the first time we actually kissed. > > At one point during the kiss, I accidentally bit her shoulder lightly. She laughed and said, “Hey, hey, hey—I know I have big shoulders, but relax.” > > Later I touched her back and she joked, “Not just anyone gets to touch this back.” > > For me, hearing comments like that was unbelievably exciting. > > The third time we met up was basically a real date. We kissed a lot, and it was the first time I grabbed her butt, which honestly was incredible. She clearly enjoyed the attention too. > > Later that day she accidentally elbowed me in the groin so hard that I almost collapsed. She looked like she was about to cry because she felt so bad, while I was nearly crying from the pain itself. I remember her joking, “Well, I guess I’ll have to carry you.” > > After that, life kept moving. For months we saw each other secretly because we knew our classmates would never let us live it down if they found out. > > Deep down, though, I still loved my ex-girlfriend, and what I felt for Cristina was more physical attraction and fantasy than anything serious. > > Eventually Cristina started struggling with mental health issues and slowly stopped talking to me. Around the same time, she stopped training as much, and it showed physically too. > > During senior year we briefly started talking again, but it wasn’t the same anymore. She was still attractive and still strong, but not with the same intensity she once had. > > Even now, years later, we still talk occasionally.

Any pictures of her Sadly, most of the photos she sent me were only meant to be seen once, and the ones she did send I deleted a long time ago. I only have these from the last week of high school; you could already see that she had lost weight and muscle mass because she stopped training and because of her problems.

I was at the gym today, and I walked by what looked like a high-school girl on a bench with - 185lbs - on the bar(!). I caught her eye, and asked if she wanted a spot, and she said "no, I've done this much before." I walked past, but watched her out of the corner of my eye in case she got stuck. She benched that weight with little problem.

I saw her later, and went over to ask her if she competed, and she said no, she was just lifting for herself. Turn out she's 22. She said her goal was to get to 200 lbs, and I told her that I'd be happy to help her reach that, and we could do it in a few months if she wanted me to help her with negatives.

She was stocky, with big quads, but not particularly muscular.