As a child, Becky had dreamed of being an athlete, and had loved her tennis and swimming lessons. Then puberty, and gigantic breasts, had killed the dream. Now it had revived.
Beck was spending his evenings in the gym, lifting and delighting in the growth of his muscles and the looks of respect he was getting from other men. In a different way, he was also enjoying the company of athletic women. Big breasts didn't do anything for him--anytime he saw a woman with big breasts, he felt a sympathetic twinge, and nothing kills desire faster than pity. But lean, narrow-hipped, small-breasted athletic women gunned his newly male motor.
Like Susie Shephard, who he had spotted for a few times. Now she was talking about how some of the more serious lifters were thinking about putting together a power-lifting team. She ran her hand over Beck's rock-solid bicep. "We'd love to have you."