Sorority Continuation: Ch. 3, Volleyball Season Kicks Off

Chris walked into the university gym with nothing but the clothes on his back and his student ID. He had even left his phone in his dorm room. He was a junior, but just transferred and didn’t know anyone except his roommate, whom he knew by name only.

Before Chris even started his workout, he stopped in his tracks, the sight of a woman in an olive drab sports bra and black leggings talking to another woman captured his attention. She was tall and the definition of athletic, her muscles on her visible arms and midriff perfectly defined.

He was immediately smitten. He discreetly made his way closer, knowing he wanted to talk to her but without a real plan. As he approached, their conversation became audible.

“... Perfect, but I’m looking to complete the set,” Hannah was saying. “But it’s gotta be fully matching you know? And I’ll need some help to make that happen?”

“If you needed some help, maybe I could provide,” Chris said without thinking. He saw an opening in the conversation and took it without hesitation.

The woman talking to Hannah looked at him with a disgusted and annoyed look, and she opened her mouth to speak, but Hannah beat her to it.

“Oh yeah?” she said with a smile, turning to face him, showing off her impressive cleavage through the vertical slit in the center of the sports bra.

Chris felt a surge of blood in his pants at the sight of her body and pleasant smile. The other woman looked at Hannah with a confused expression for a moment but then smiled, the look of dawning comprehension coming over her face. Though Chris didn’t even seem to notice, he was so enraptured with Hannah.

“Yeah, sure,” Chris tried to be nonchalant, but his voice wavered ever so slightly. “What do you need?”

“So you don’t even know what I’m looking for, but you’re willing to offer up your help?” Hannah stepped toward him slowly, her voice heavily flirtatious.

“Yeah,” Chris felt a shiver run up his spine. “Whatever you need.”

“Oh, whatEVER I need, huh? If you mean that, follow me,” Hannah turned and walked away with purpose. The other woman shrugged and toward her with a small smirk as if daring Chris to follow.

He rushed after Hannah, watching as she disappeared down the hallway toward the bathrooms in a completely unoccupied area of the gym. Chris stepped quickly, rounding the corner to catch up. The moment Hannah became visible again, Chris saw that she was ready for him, aiming her phone camera in his direction. With a tap on the screen, Chris collapsed toward the floor, his body shifting and changing under the effects of the Transform-It app.

A moment later, Hannah towered over him, his point of view below the laces on her shoes.

“You see, I’m wearing a woman named Carley as my sports bra,” Hannah said with a smile as the other woman rounded the corner and leaned against the wall, blocking line of sight to where Hannah stood. “And I needed a pair of shorts to match. But I didn’t want just a pair of shorts, I wanted another transformed person. As you can imagine, it’s hard to find someone willing to do that for me. But then you came along.”

Chris was beside himself. A big part of him was freaking out at being reduced to nothing but a scrap of cloth, but he couldn’t deny being aroused by the thought of being close to this goddess of a muscle mommy. His mind was blank as he scrambled to figure out what he was even feeling. But before he could figure it out, Hannah picked him up, and the two girls made their way to the locker room.

An hour later, Chris was wrapped tightly around Hannah’s hips, thighs and ass. His cloth was soaked through with sweat, the smell and taste of it overwhelming his senses. Hannah’s running and jumping during the last fifty minutes of volleyball practice had wedged him tightly up her ass, leaving every inch of his body pressed tightly against her skin. From this position, he could feel every tiny movement, her muscles tightening as she moved.

The sensations were nearly overwhelming. On one hand it was deeply uncomfortable to be stretched that tightly and his mind screamed for relief. But on the other, the close proximity to her shapely ass, thighs, and even her vagina was incredibly arousing. The dampness and taste of her sweat, and potentially other fluids, was uncomfortable in the same way that cuddling a panting, sweating partner after an intense sexual encounter felt: The sensations themselves were undesirable, but made worth it after the incredibly pleasurable experience.

Chris was no closer to figuring out if he liked or hated his predicament. His mind swung back and forth between those two ideas like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. Just when he was desperate for relief, Hannah would adjust her shorts, reminding him of the sexy woman he belonged to. But then as he experienced the intense arousal of her proximity, she could move in a way that felt like it was going to tear him apart.

After what felt like hours, the practice wound down, and Hannah, along with the other girls gathered up around the coach for announcements. Chris was ecstatic that she wasn’t tearing him apart any more, but disappointed that her legs weren’t moving as vigorously inside him.

The coach finished up her talk and the girls started to disperse, some of them headed back to the locker room, and others left the gym completely, apparently to return to their dorms before getting cleaned up.

“He turned out great!” Hannah whispered as she approached the woman from earlier. “I’ll probably keep him through the season, he complements Carley perfectly!” Hannah said as she walked back toward the locker room.

Chris remained blank, his state of mind halfway between having survived a car crash and having just finished up the most intense sexual encounter of his life…