Author: [The First One] Culture Shock | #WIP

[The First One]

Culture Shock
by The First One

Jane knew full well that she stuck out like a sore thumb.  She’s expected to when the company she worked for had transferred her to Sagor.  The briefing she’d been given on the small South American island nation had made it clear that she would.  Sagoran gender norms were essentially the opposite of those in places like Europe and the United States.  Men were traditionally the caretakers and housekeepers.  The ideal husband was considered small, weak, timid and submissive.  Women were the traditional breadwinners and protectors.  The feminine ideal here was big, strong, dominant and aggressive, and countless generations of natural selection reflecting that meant that most, if not all Sagoran women were tall, heavily muscled, and predisposed to build even more muscle with ease, while men were small and weak.  Likewise, girls were raised to be dominant, strong, assertive and aggressive, while boys were taught the opposite.  Men were considered full citizens and allowed to do things like vote, but most positions of authority were held by women.  The overwhelming majority of the population were happy with it, or at least accepted it as how things were.  But nothing could realistically have prepared her for what she’d experienced so far.  She’d never been big, about 4’10 and 90 pounds, but, in the three weeks she and her husband, Kevin, had spent settling in to their new home she hadn’t seen even one Sagoran woman less than six and a half feet tall. Even the smallest probably weighed well over two hundred pounds of bulging, hard, powerful muscle.  Men mostly dressed the same way they did back in the US.  Women, on the other hand, dressed to emphasize and flaunt their bodies.  She still remembered the hulking Asian woman who had stopped by their new house to welcome them, wearing only a thong bikini.  Okay, that was an extreme example, but even in her new office, women wore dangerously short skirts and tight, sleeveless suits.  During lunch, things were mostly self-segregated.  The transfers from the US, all female, sat apart from the Sagoran natives, and for the most part Sagoran men sat apart from the women.
There were some men who sat with their wives/girlfriends/whatever, but they were exceptions to the rule.  Jane, meanwhile, was the first to admit she had very little information, and thus couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the other tables. 
“Damn, girl!” Said one of the smaller (by comparison) women, to a moderately larger friend of hers sitting across from her, “You’ve been packing it on!” “I know,” her friend (About a head taller and at least half again as muscular) bragged, flexing both her gigantic arms, “I’ve added an inch on my biceps and gained about thirty pounds in the last week!”  “Bet you’ve got Jake eating out of your hand!” “He always did, you know that.  I mean if he were gay, we wouldn’t be married to begin with!” The two girlfriends chuckled.  “Seriously, though.  Your biceps are the envy of half the girls in our department.  It’s so easy for someone your size to find a guy with a bicep fetish, but a little girl like me (Jane stifled a laugh) can’t even compete, much less have a lasting relationship with a man who likes a big set of tits!” It was only really then that Jane noticed how large the smaller woman’s breasts were relative to the rest of her body.  She had nothing on her massive friend, but the muscles of the latter’s chest overshadowed her breasts, and her general size made them look smaller proportionally.  Jane mused that she must have only really noticed the less familiar traits-the fact that both women were significantly taller than any man she’d ever met and probably muscular enough to toss the long table they were eating at across the mess hall one-handed without much trouble-until one she was more familiar with was specifically brought up.

This train of thought was quickly derailed by that inexplicable feeling that one is being watched.  Jane turned to see a group of the male workers staring at her from the next table.  “Didn’t anyone ever teach you people it’s rude to stare?” Even as she said that, Jane winced internally at how hypocritical it was.  “You’re one to talk.” One of the men pointed out, smugly. She sighed. “Conceded.” “Apologies,” a second man said, nervously, “We just can’t get over how weird it is to see women this small.”  There was a pregnant pause for about three seconds, before Jane burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of the situation.  Honestly these guys weren’t even that much bigger than her for the most part, but none were anywhere near even a small Sagoran woman’s size either.  “Well,” she gasped, as she started to calm down, “I can’t get over how weird it is to see women that big, so I guess we’re even.”

[Lupus753]

I like stories where all women are stronger than men, so this looks quite promising.

[phil123]

Great story idea.
Will Jane also grow from food or something else in a next chapter?

[The First One]

While Jane was at work, Kevin was in their new house, doing his best to get the lay of the land.  He wasn’t much taller than his wife, at 5’2, but he was generally considered cute.  He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that this meant that he happened to almost perfectly match the Sagoran ideal for male beauty.  In the past few weeks he had caught a good number of musclewomen checking him out.  When he and Jane were out in public together, both men and women stared at them.  On one occasion he swore he heard one woman at a restaurant whispering to another “Shame.  Her face is so pretty.”  The contrast between them and his wife (and any other women he’d seen before moving here) was insane.  Both women, the first with black hair and blue eyes, like him, and the second a hazel-eyed brunette, had to be close to seven feet tall and well over three hundred muscular pounds.  The brunette (who he thought may have been slightly larger than her companion, but given how massive they both were he wasn’t certain) was nursing a baby, and each of her breasts individually was at least three times it’s size.  As he perused the menu, he saw a redhead on the other side of the room eyeing him seductively, flexing a bicep larger than her head.  He ignored her, and noticed, to his mild surprise, that the menu was divided into three categories: Children’s meals, men’s meals, and women’s meals.  Women’s meals were, for the most part, the same as men’s meals, except the portions were maybe five to six times as large.  He supposed all that muscle required a lot of food.  Both he and Jane had ordered men’s meals that evening.

Back in the present, Kevin was killing time watching TV.  He spent a couple hours watching the Inland Sports Network.  There were precious few formal men’s sports leagues in Sagora, and the most popular women’s sports were powerlifting, boxing, wrestling, bodybuilding and Slamcross.  Slamcross was played between two teams of ten to twenty women (who were usually gigantic and musclebound even by Sagoran standards) who started the game on opposite ends of a field of variable size, positioned so that each player was directly across from one on the other team.  On the refferee’s signal, both teams would charge across the field (which, similar to football, was marked with lines to indicate distance from the middle) until they met their counterparts on the opposing team.  Then they would try to push their opponent as far back as they could in a length of time that generally depended on the league and weight class.  Both team’s scores were determined when time was up based on how close to the other side of the field each woman was able to get.  From what Kevin had heard, high schools and colleges often had Slamcross teams, and there were various leagues for adults.  He’d also heard of different dress codes in different leagues, ranging from uniforms for most televised leagues and school teams to bikinis and underground nude leagues.  Kevin ended up watching an apparently middleweight game between the Mason Bay Bulls and the White Sun City Juggernauts.  Each of the forty girls was huge.  There couldn’t have been any under seven feet or so, and with each girl’s weight announced before the game began, he knew that the lightest (Lucy Jordan of the Bulls) was five hundred sixty two pounds.  Kevin was unexpectedly enthralled by what he was seeing.  As he watched these hulking but still beautiful women’s muscles, already much bigger than any he had ever seen, bulge even bigger with the strain of pushing against their opponents, he felt himself slowly getting hard.  About fifteen minutes in, his pants were starting to feel uncomfortable.  About halfway through the game, he finally gave in, and started jacking off like he never had before.  The game lasted an hour and a half.  By the time the Juggernauts won he wasn’t sure how many orgasms he’d had, but it was more than he remembered ever having during sex with his wife.  Glancing at the clock he realized he had about an hour before Jane got off work for the night and frantically started cleaning up after himself.  Jane couldn’t help but notice how reluctant her husband seemed to meet her gaze that night.

[The First One]

Finally got around to continuing this!

A few days later, Jane and Kevin were invited to a party to welcome/introduce the US transfers at Jane’s new boss’ house.  “And feel free to bring a swimsuit,” the hostess had said, “We’ve got a pool out back.”  So before they left home, Jane changed into an old, red one piece bathing suit, and Kevin into an orange pair of swimming shorts.  It was about an hour-long drive to the address they’d been given.  It wasn’t a mansion or anything, but it was a large, expensive-looking house in what seemed like a well-off neighborhood.  Somewhat nervous, Jane rang the doorbell.  They were greeted by their hostess and the director of Jane’s department, Alex, a truly gigantic black woman who all but filled the large doorway.  Her tiger-print bikini allowed the guests to see her body even better than her office attire did.  Legs bigger around than a lot of trees, breasts Jane and Kevin could probably sit on, eight-pack abs with what looked like traces of a fifth row just below that, unflexed biceps bigger than bowling balls, wing-like traps and shoulders so big she probably needed to turn to get out the door, all on a body well over seven feet tall.  “Welcome.” Alex said, cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the impact she was having on Jane and Kevin, “Come on in.”

They did so, going through a large entry hall, past a wide, sweeping staircase and into the living room.  There were three different couches, one next to where they entered the room, one to the left on front of a kitchen counter and one across from it.  There was a screen door across the room from where they entered.  It was open, and, as promised, there was a pool out back.  A big one.  A small man, who Jane supposed was Alex’s husband, was carrying a few large pizza boxes out towards it.  Most of the party guests, natives and transfers alike, were talking in or around the pool.  For a couple hours people talked.  Jane couldn’t help but ogle the Sagoran women’s massive muscles, and somewhat noticed that Kevin couldn’t either.  A number of people got drunk.  At some point three of the bigger Sagoran women started posing off together, trying to show each other up.  One of the (very drunk) transfers joined in, looking like a child compared to the trio of she-beasts, the smallest of whom had over a foot and at least a couple hundred pounds on her.

As the party died down and people started to leave, Jane found herself looking at a picture in the living room.  Alex, wearing a tight sleeveless dress, was standing behind her husband, who was standing between two smaller women who seemed to be identical twins,, probably their daughters.  They had lighter skin than their mother, but darker than their father, Nathan. They were smaller than Alex, but were still hulking amazons that towered over their father.  Jane estimated them to both be around 6’7 and 350 pounds.  Both of them and their mother were flexing biceps bigger than Nathan’s waist by a considerable margin.  Nathan was holding an extremely young boy with the same skin and blue eyes as the twins.  “Mia, Maia, and Ethan.” Jane turned to find Alex standing behind her and suddenly felt very small.  “Uh… what?”  “Those are their names.  Mia and Maia are seventeen, they’re sleeping over at a friends house tonight.  Ethan’s three, we put him to bed before anyone got here.”  “Oh.  Uh, okay, thanks.”  The massive woman eyeballed her for a few seconds.  “If you ever want help putting some meat on your bones,” Alex offered, “Come talk to me.”

[Trinitus]

Cant wait to see how big Jane gets.