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Winners and Losers
« on: March 18, 2017, 06:23:51 am »
Winners and Losers


Part 1: How We Met

She turned every head the moment she walked into the room. A tall, statuesque blonde with an immaculate face and legs for days. I couldn't help but to stare. She caught me, and as soon as she made eye contact, I glanced away in shame. I turned back towards the bar and stared into my beer when a sultry voice crept in behind me:

"You shouldn't do that, you know."

I swiveled around in my chair to find the girl of my dreams talking to me. Flustered by her beauty, I stammered for a bit as I searched for a response:

"I...uh...shouldn't do...uh...what?""

"Break your eye contact so easily. Most girls want a man with confidence, and when you look away before we do, it's a dead giveaway that you're less confident than we are."

I'd actually never considered the idea until she mentioned it. Once I took a moment to think about it, I realized that maybe this was the reason why I hadn't had much success with the ladies. After all, I was above-average height at 5'10, and my 4 days a week gym routine had left me with a pretty solid body of 180 pounds and some cut features. I still had all of my hair, and I also had very sharp, striking facial features. At least I liked to think so. The idea ruminated in my mind, and I turned to thank her for her advice. She smiled and said to me, softly:

"Of course, that's not what I want..."

Intrigued, I decided to press the issue.

"What is it you want?" I asked. "Tall, dark, and handsome?"

"Not at all." She replied. "I'm a very...aggressive person. I play rough, and I don't like to lose. Not at my job, and certainly not in a relationship. Most girls might want to be swept off of their feet, but I prefer to do the sweeping."

"Well, judging by your height, I'd say that if you're going to be doing any sweeping, you might need a really long broom!"

Did I really say that? Ugh. Yes, I did. How awkward. She must think I'm such a dork. That wasn't even funny or clever. She stared at me for a brief moment before she began smiling again.

"Honey, I've been 6'2 since I was 15. And when you're as tall as I am, you use whatever broom you want. Even one that isn't very...clever." She winked at me and my heart shot into my stomach. I knew she could tell how excited she made me, and somehow I got the impression that it turned her on, knowing that I wanted her so badly. Before I could open my mouth to respond, she beat me to the punch.

"I'm interested in getting to know you better. Let's get out of here and grab coffee at the shop down the street."

She grabbed my coat and handed it to me, and I immediately followed her out the door like an adoring puppy. As we entered the coffee shop, she pointed to a table, and I sat down while she ordered drinks. After tipping the barista, she sat down next to me and we started to get to know one another. Her name was Amber Stevens, and my name was John McKenzie. I told her about my exciting career in the world of engineering, and she told me about her career as a high-priced attorney. I went to a state school and graduated with a 3.0. She was the valedictorian at a very prestigious university, then studied abroad for a year before returning to the Ivys and heading her class in Law School. I carried blueprints and made coffee for a year before taking a job at a middling civil firm. She clerked for a Supreme Court justice for two years, and shortly afterwards took a position at the top law firm in town. I was quickly approaching my 33rd birthday, and she had just turned 27. When I found out how old she was, I couldn't help but comment:

"Wow! You've accomplished a lot so far! How have you done all of this when you're so young?"

"I told you" she replied. "I don't like to lose. In fact, let me show you something."

She took my hand and walked me to the parking lot out back. We walked right by my 10 year old beat up Mustang, and she stood in front of a Full-size truck that was taller than me.

"Ta-da! This is my baby. Do you like it?"

I was stunned. This car probably cost more than my yearly salary.

"It's...really nice. I've never seen a woman driving such a big truck before."

"Well, when you're 6'2, you can't drive anything girly. There's no way I could fit into a Mustang like most girls my age!"

My face turned 3 shades of red, and after glancing behind us, she quickly put two and two together.

"Mustangs are great and all. I just wanted something different. Kind of like...you."

Before I could reply, she wrapped her arms around me and began kissing me. It was a strange feeling - I had never looked up to kiss a woman. But man, it was fantastic. I still remember that night, and thinking "I could DEFINITELY get used to this."

When she was done with her kiss, she slowly sauntered over to the passenger side of her truck, opened the door, and patted the seat. I quickly shuffled over and stumbled into the truck, which was obviously built for people just a little taller than I. She noticed and giggled a little before shutting the door behind me, and walking around to the driver's side.

"Let's go back to my place." she said to me, softly. "I want to show you just how much I hate losing."

We went back to her place (more like a mansion) and headed to the bedroom. I tried to pick her up and put her onto the bed, but she didn't like that. "It feels too much like losing." she said. She weighed 155 pounds, and she didn't like being so easily moved. She climbed into the bed herself, I followed, and we made love all night long. Each time, she reached climax before I did. And each time, she smiled, bit my earlobe, and whispered in my ear those two words she loves so much: "I win."

We had a whirlwind romance that lasted for just under 6 months. Every weekend, she would pick me up in that giant truck of hers, and we would head out for dinner and a night of fun before returning to the giant beachside palace that she called a home. After one particularly lengthy night of lovemaking, she leaned over and said to me:

"I have a question that I need to ask you."

I figured she was going to tell me to get rid of my ratty old Mustang and pick up a car that she could fit in. I asked if that's what she meant, and she laughed out loud.

"No! Of course not. Don't take this the wrong way, but I want to do the driving. I don't do well with sitting passenger side. It's too much like losing. Just like when..." her thought trailed off into the distance.

"When what?" I inquired.

"Well, every time I look at your body and I see your muscles, I can't help but think..."

"Think what?" I asked.

"Never mind. I'm getting off track. Here's what I wanted to ask you: I love you, and I want you to be mine for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?"

I was shocked. Normally, I would have expected to do the proposing. But this was how our relationship was. She led, and I followed.

"Before you say yes, you need to know something: I've been offered a senior partnership at my firm, but in order to accept it, I have to work in our Chicago office for two years."

"Oh. Well, I suppose we could live in Chicago. I love it there!" I responded

"You don't understand..." she said matter-of-factly. "The two years of working out of the Chicago location will take all of the time that I'll have. Most nights, I'll be sleeping on a couch in my office. They're grooming me for the top partner position in 5 years when our senior partner retires, and they need me to play catch-up."

I was heartbroken. Wasn't this the girl who had just proposed to me? She could sense my confusion, and she said

"I want to marry you, and I want to marry you here, where our homes are. But I don't have the time to make arrangements or even to be in the same town as you are. So if you say yes, I'll need you to stay here and handle all of the wedding preparations, and when I'm done in Chicago, I'll move right back here and we'll live happily ever after.

My eyes lit up, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

"In that case, then I absolutely, totally say YES! I would love to spend the rest of my life with you."

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank God. You know how I feel about losing things.

Part 2: The Wedding

The next two years were an absolute blur. Between my engineering job and planning the wedding, I liked to pretend that I was almost as busy as Amber was, but somehow I knew that she was handling much bigger deals than just a wedding. Every few weeks or so, she would call me on the phone when she had a few spare minutes. She had a big surprise for our wedding night, and she would tease me with it every chance that she got.

As the first year passed and we headed into year two, I decided to get back into the gym a little bit. All of the wedding planning and work had made me a little pudgy around the edges. I was pushing the scales at 190, and decided that I wanted to drop 15 pounds and surprise my bride-to-be, too. I squeaked in a few gym visits per week as I wrapped up planning the wedding, and made it down to a lean 175 pounds just before my tuxedo fitting.

"I can't believe I'm marrying such a badass!"

I stared ahead into the mirror and blinked twice as the thought sunk into my mind. I still couldn't believe my good fortune. Here I was, just your average, introverted software engineer, and I was marrying a beautiful, intelligent, and hard-working woman. I smiled to myself and thought back to our first meeting. I was definitely making the right decision. I loved Amber for many reasons, she loved me for whatever reason, and I was just thankful to spend the rest of my life with her. My best man gave me the signal, and we marched down the aisle to await my future.

The orchestra began to play, and Amber walked out. She was wearing a beautiful, flowing white dress, with her maid of honor carrying the back in tow. She got to the front, and a few of our friends giggled when she stood next to me wearing her heels. We exchanged vows, and I couldn't remember ever being so happy. We kissed, she threw the bouquet, we cut the cake, and all of those other fun little things that people do at their weddings. It was a dizzying mess of my old college friends and her top-tier attorney co-workers. By the end of it all, we stumbled to the door of our luxury suite.

"OK, surprise #1!" she said. She opened the door, and, in one swift motion, she reached over, picked me up in her arms, carried me into the room, and set me down gently on the bed. I was absolutely floored.

"How did you do that?!" I asked incredulously.

"You'll see..." she replied, ominously. "I'm going to go change into something more...comfortable. And then, you'll be ready for surprise #2."

She headed into the bathroom, and I did my best to camouflage my raging erection. I found the TV remote and flipped through the hotel channels for a few minutes before I heard the bathroom door open. I turned my head to look and what I saw blew my mind.

Amber. Was. Huge.

"Here's surprise #2, John. Right after I arrived in Chicago, I found out that the office in Chicago has a gym. I thought back to all of those times when we were laying in bed. You with your muscles and me with my skinny little body. I felt like such a loser, and I HATE losing. I wanted to show you who the real winner is."

My jaw dropped to the floor. I already knew who the winner was, and it wasn't me.

"I spent two hours a day, 6 days a week, working with a personal trainer. When I told you I was busy with work, I wasn't lying. To me, this was just as important as work. I needed you to know that I wasn't going to lose to you. Ever. Again."

I gulped. Clearly she meant business.

"Come into the bathroom with me for a minute, won't you John? Surprise #3 is waiting."

I cautiously arose from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

"Take your shirt off." Amber commanded me. I did what she said.

"Oh, John! Your body looks so good. Have you been working out?"

"That was my surprise for you..." I said sheepishly. Some surprise. I could already feel her eyes all over me. Sizing me up.

"That's so cute, John. Here, step on the scale and let me see how much you weigh."

I placed one foot onto the scale and then another. 176.8 pounds. Must've eaten too much cake at the reception.

"OK John, you can get off of the scale now. Let me show you surprise #3".

I stepped off of the scale. She stepped on, and we both looked down.

197.6. My wife outweighed me by 20 pounds.

"Well John, it looks like I've got you by 21 pounds." She smirked and continued. "We both know who's taller too, don't we?"

She had me by 4 inches. No contest there.

"Of course, I'm also a partner at a law firm now, and you're still stuck in your crummy engineering job, aren't you?"

I nodded reluctantly. She had me there, too.

"And then, there's this. Let's call this surprise #4. Flex your arm."

I complied, and held up my flexed bicep for her to see in the mirror.

"Now watch this."

She stood behind me and flexed her arm. Her bicep was easily bigger than mine, at least an inch or two around, from what I could see.

"Wow..." was all I could manage to stammer out.

"Wow is right". She said cockily. "If I measure this arm..." she pointed to her right bicep "the tape measure will say 19 inches. What would it say if I measured your arm, John?"

"...Less than that..." I said, defeated.

"That's right John. I've always been taller, smarter, and richer than you. And now, I'm bigger than you, too. How do you feel about that?"

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was utterly humiliated, and, at the same time, I had never been so turned on in my life.

"This is what's going to happen, John." She demanded. "You're going to put that arm down, you're going to turn around and walk out to that bed like the loser you are. Then, I'm going to walk into the room, get into the bed, and you're going to tell me I'm the winner."

I did exactly as she said. Even if I wasn't so turned on, I was afraid of being disobedient.

"Who's the loser, John?"

"...me."

"And who's the winner?"

"...You are."

"What's that, John? I can't hear you?"

"...I said you are."

She smirked again and placed two hands on my shoulders. She pushed me down and laid on top of me. She was so strong...

"Alright John. It's time for the winner to take what she wants from the loser. If you know what's good for you, you'll resist me."

I tried as hard as I could to break away from her grip. I twisted and turned and clawed and scratched. She was just too strong.

"I love it when you try to fight back, John. It just lets me know that I'm stronger than you'll ever be." She held me down and rode my cock until I passed out.

Part 3: The Aftermath

I woke up in a daze. I glanced around the room, but didn't see Amber. After a moment of concentration, I could hear the shower running. Realizing that she would be done soon, I did my best to tidy up the room and bed before she got back. I had seldom finished fluffing the pillows when I heard the bathroom door open and saw my massive wife walk in.

"Good morning, loser." she said mockingly. "How does it feel to wake up knowing you're my bitch?"

The last sentence sent chills down my spine. I never knew how badly I wanted to be hers until she said it.

"You liked that, didn't you?" She smirked again, as she was now growing accustomed to doing. "Good, because I liked it, too. I like it when you know where your place is, and you know where my place is."

I liked it too, but I didn't dare tell her that.

"So, now that we've officially consummated our marriage, here's how it's going to be." Amber said directly. "You're going to quit that crummy engineering job, and you're going to stay home and take care of our house. You will cook for me, you will clean for me, and you will love it. If I ever feel like you don't love it, then you can expect for me to be displeased. And when a winner like me gets displeased with a loser like you, things tend to get...violent."

"Yes honey" I responded. What did she mean? Hopefully she wouldn't hit me. She was so big...

"Next order." she said "since you're my bitch, I'm not taking your last name. You're taking mine."

John Stevens did have a nice ring to it...

"Last order, and this is the most important one. You are never allowed in the gym again. Not even on a treadmill. I don't want to see you doing even one pushup. A loser like you will not have muscles any more. You don't deserve them. The only way you'll ever get to see muscles again..." she flexed both her arms, and scared the life out of me, "is if I let you see my muscles. And as long as you follow my orders, you'll be seeing them plenty."

I liked the sound of that.

"Now John, get back into the bed. I'm going to overpower you again, and I want to make sure you're trying your hardest so that I can enjoy my inevitable victory as much as possible."

I got back into bed and prepared for the worst. In every marriage, one person is the winner and one person is the loser. And I knew which one I was meant to be.



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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #1 on: March 18, 2017, 07:14:17 am »
What a lovely sexy story! I hope it will be a long marriage.
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« Reply #2 on: March 20, 2017, 05:11:48 am »
Part 4: The Mission

As soon as the honeymoon was over, I moved my small number of belongings into Amber's mansion. Amber made sure to change the mailbox and doormat to say "The Stevens'", so that everyone would know I had taken her last name. She spent the last day of her vacation from work showing me how she expected the house to be cleaned, and gave me her meal plan so that I could be sure to have dinner on the table for her when she came home every night. She reminded me of the consequences for failure, and I promised her that I'd never let her down. She smiled and nodded her head.

"Good. Now, let's go to bed so that I can get what I REALLY want."

I winced a little at the thought of another night of being dominated so severely, but feared what would happen if I told her no. She walked towards the master bedroom and I followed closely behind.

"Take your shirt off, Mr. Stevens." I quickly complied with her request. She glanced up and down at my shirtless body.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked teasingly.

"I'm just taking note of your muscles, because you'll never have them again." she replied, with a hint of anger in her voice.

"My turn." Amber slowly removed her t-shirt, revealing a sports bra far too small to contain her ample pectoral muscles, and a washboard set of abs that would make a movie star jealous.

"You see this body? This is what a winner's body looks like." She removed the bra, and all I could see were her enormous chest muscles. She seemed prouder of them than she ever was of the C-cup breasts she had when we first met.

"I'd ask if you like what you see, but we both know the answer to that question." Amber said, glancing down at my throbbing erection. "It's time for you to assume the position." Before I could reply, she scooped me up in her arms and effortlessly tossed me onto the bed."

I asked her if I could be on top this time.

"Oh, honey. How cute. No, you cannot be on top. Top is for winners. You're the loser, not the winner. You get to be on the bottom, and you get to do whatever I want."

I bit my lip and accepted my fate. Amber laid on top of me and brought her arms up into a double bicep flex.

"Look at these muscles", Amber demanded. "I want you to watch these arms while I have my way with you."

I did my best not to break eye contact with Amber's biceps. They were enormous. The peak of her biceps seemed bigger than my flexed arm. Suddenly, Amber screamed a handful of obscenities and rolled off of me.

"Fuck that was good! Now it's time for you to finish."

I started to stroke myself, but she swatted my hand away.

"No, honey. Losers don't get to touch themselves. Don't worry, I'll make you cum."

She reached down and began stroking me with her gigantic arms. It was the most powerful handjob I'd ever experienced, and I came within 15 seconds of her first grip.

"That's a good little loser. Now, go wipe yourself off and come back so that we can go to sleep. I have work in the morning."

The next 2 years of my life were the beginning of my descent into submission. Amber's promotion to senior partner was effective almost directly after our wedding, and she had returned to working out of the office in our hometown. She kept up her fitness regimen with the same vigor, and as I watched my muscles fade away into nothingness, I watched her get even bigger. Each day, I'd pack her lunch, clean the house vigorously, and then count the minutes until she got home. By the end of the two years, I was down to a weight of 150 pounds and Amber was hovering around the 210 mark. We had sex at least once a day, with the weekends often turning into hour-long lovemaking sessions where Amber abused me and my body as she saw fit. On our second anniversary, Amber approached me in the living room.

"John, sit down. We need to talk."

I took a seat on the sofa adjacent to Amber's chair. I wouldn't dare take her place in the living room.

"This marriage has been fantastic, and, up until now, I've enjoyed showing you who is boss."

"OK," I responded. "Then what did you want to talk to me about?"

"I've noticed that my weight hasn't gone up much in the last six months or so. I won't feel like I have truly dominated you and broken you until I outweigh you by 100 pounds. And since I think your body will end up at 140 pounds or so, that means I need to add 30 more pounds to really make my point."

I gulped audibly. I already felt so helpless and weak around her. Why would she want even more power over me?

"I've spoken with a doctor, John, and he has suggested that I begin using anabolic steroids. I'm going to be working closely with him, and with my personal trainer to ensure that I'm using the correct dosage. I don't want any of those disgusting side effects. I just want to completely humiliate you."

She glanced into my eyes. I'm positive she saw the fear in them.

"Don't worry, John. I'll never hurt you physically. I only want to break your spirit. I want you to know how thoroughly I have dominated you, and you'll only know that once I'm at my ideal weight."

Begrudgingly, I agreed. The next day, Amber began using steroids.

Part 5: The process

Over the next three years, I watched as Amber's body morphed into something that I would describe as superhuman. Her 19 inch biceps increased in size dramatically, and they became tremendously thick. Her legs became bigger than my waist. But her chest muscles were her absolute pride and joy. She loved showing them to me every chance she got. In her mind, they were proof that she was more man that I would ever be, which made her the winner every time she looked at them. By our fifth anniversary, I had settled in at Amber's predicted 140 pound mark, while she weighed in at a staggering 245 pounds.

"Happy anniversary, John. Here's your present."

I shredded through the package and gift wrapping. Inside, was a tape measure.

"Here's your present, John. You get to measure every one of my muscles, and I'll measure every one of yours."

I didn't like the sound of this, but at this point, Amber had dominated me so deeply that I didn't want to displease her. We headed to the bedroom to perform her desired measurements.

My biceps checked in at 11 inches. Amber had 20 inch biceps.
My waist was 28 inches. Amber's legs were 30 inches each.
Amber's chest was 54 inches in spread. Mine was 36.

After she had performed all of the desired measurements, Amber looked at me with a devilish grin.

"What?" I inquired.

"I have plans for you, John. Plans that we'll both love. You just don't know it yet." She looked at me, and flexed those massive biceps of hers right in my face. I didn't like the sound of this latest development. Not one bit.

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #3 on: March 20, 2017, 01:10:51 pm »
Hot story! I usually like domination with more physical violence, but this was very erotic! Very sexfully written, as Zapp Brannigan would say.

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #4 on: March 20, 2017, 05:58:58 pm »
Great! Keep it going!

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #5 on: March 20, 2017, 08:17:04 pm »
Part 6: Learning my new role

Amber looked deeply into my eyes.

"I don't understand you, John. I put on 30 more pounds of muscle just so you would know how easily I could dominate you, any time I wanted. But you still don't seem to get it. I see fear in your eyes, but I don't see your broken spirit. And if I don't break your spirit, then it's kind of like you winning..."

I knew how Amber felt about not winning. This didn't sound good.

"Lucky for you, I've already come up with a solution to this little dilemma. Wait here."

Amber stopped pinning me to the bed and headed out of the bedroom door. In the distance, I could hear the front door of our mansion shut, followed by the sound of her car door opening and closing. I assumed this meant she was leaving the house, but then I heard the front door open again. Amber returned to the bedroom, holding two boxes.

"Even though I outweigh you by more than 100 pounds, there's still something you have that I don't."

"What's that?" I asked. "A heart?"

"Don't get smart with me." Amber shot back. You could hear my gulping for a mile.

"Open this, and tell me what you see."

I took the package from Amber, slid off the ribbon and opened it. I held up what appeared to be a fake vagina.

"It looks like a sex toy, Amber. Did you buy this for me?"

She smirked, and something told me she was up to no good.

"I guess you could say that, John. What you're holding up is the most realistic synthetic vagina on the market."

I was confused. "You want me to fuck a fake vagina?"

"Not exactly." Amber replied. "Open the other box now."

I slid off the ribbon, took the lid off and peered inside. The box contained what looked like a dildo.

"OK, now I'm even more confused. You bought me a dildo?" I had no clue what Amber was up to.

"No, John. It's not a dildo. It's a synthetic penis. A 10 inch-long synthetic penis. But don't worry, it's not because you can't...satisfy me." This helped ease my worries. My penis was just over seven inches, and I frequently wondered whether or not that was enough for a woman as big as Amber.

"I bought this for me, because it's the one thing you have that I don't. And now, I'm going to take that away from you, too. Now, put on the 'vagina'."

I was beginning to see what Amber was thinking. I pleaded with her not to make me do it, but she wasn't having it. I slowly stepped through the straps of the fake vagina and brought it up near my crotch.

"Good boy, John. From now on, that's not a fake vagina. That's your pussy. Now, keep your eyes on this arm, and let me see that cock of yours." She pointed to her left arm, and flexed her massive bicep. Then, with her right hand, she reached just above the sex toy and grabbed my penis. She began stroking it. Long, hard, and strong. The sensation, combined with seeing her huge arm muscles, was too much for me to bear. Within just a few seconds, I was harder than I'd ever been in my life. Amber reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the measuring tape we had used to compare our muscles earlier. She held it up to my erection.

"Wow, John. 7.5 inches is pretty big. Of course, it's not quite as big as 10 inches..." She reached into the box, pulled out the fake penis, and held it up next to mine. She was right - there wasn't much of a comparison.

"You see, John, that's the one thing you had that I didn't. I was already taller than you, stronger than you, smarter than you, and richer than you, but I never had a cock. Until now. From now on, John, this is my cock. My huge, throbbing cock. And that..." she pointed to the fake vagina between my legs, "is your pussy. Your tight, tight pussy. And from now on, I fuck your pussy with my huge cock whenever I want."

Throughout all of her domineering tricks, I had never considered that Amber would try to figuratively take away my manhood. Part of me was worried about my new position in our marriage, but, to be honest, another part of me had never been so turned on. Amber reached down my leg and slid my pussy into position. Then, she grabbed the straps out of box #2, put them on, and fastened her enormous cock into place on top of them.

As I braced myself for what would undoubtedly be an experience that I had never had before, I started to see the truth. Amber was turning me into the woman in our relationship. That meant that she was becoming the man. And at 6'2 and 245 pounds, she definitely fit the bill. I could sense that she knew what I was thinking, because she looked at me, winked, and then flexed her massive chest muscles at me. Before I could think anything else, Amber pushed me down onto my back and thrust her hard cock into me.

For an hour, Amber fucked me as hard as she could. She overpowered me, flipped me into whatever position she wanted, and used my body like her personal plaything. By the end of the hour, she was covered in sweat, and I had cum all over myself more than once. She rolled off of me and back to her side of the bed, then glanced over and stared into my eyes.

"Really, John!?" Amber was furious. "I thought that this little exercise would finally break your spirit, but then I look over and you're actually smiling. You actually like being my little bitch! It looks like I'll have to call in the big guns if I'm going to finally break you."

As I began to drift off into sleep, I wondered what the big guns could be.

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #6 on: March 20, 2017, 08:30:59 pm »
This is amazing! Amber is the woman of my dreams

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« Reply #7 on: March 20, 2017, 08:45:06 pm »
Part 6: The big guns

Amber greeted me with a kiss the next morning as if she hadn't been angry with me the night before. I knew she was scheming something in that brilliant brain of hers, but I couldn't spend too much time dwelling on it. I had housework to do. We fell back into our usual routine - Amber bringing home the bacon, and me taking care of the house. The only difference was that from now on, I never got to fuck Amber. She fucked me instead. I started looking forward to putting on my pussy. It was a thrill unlike any other I had ever known. The experience must have lulled me into a false sense of security, because a couple of months later, Amber sprung a surprise on me.

"John, honey!" I could hear Amber calling from the living room. "Come down to the living room immediately. I have a surprise for you!" I ran as quickly as I could to the living room. Amber didn't like it when I was late. I arrived to see Amber standing by the front door.

"John, do you remember when I said that I would have to bring in the big guns if I was going to break your spirit?"

"Yes, honey. But I didn't know what you meant, so I just forgot about it and did my work around the house."

"Good boy." Amber placated. "However, I didn't forget. I realized that night, when I had taken away your last vestige of being a man, why it didn't break your spirit." She stared into my eyes, and I could swear she was trying to read my thoughts.

"Why is that, honey?" I inquired.

"Well, John. A lot of losers won't admit defeat until they've been defeated more than once. That got me to thinking. I had already dominated you completely, but it hadn't happened to you besides that. In fact, when we first met, I even told you that I wasn't like other girls, and I think that made it easier for you to put me on a pedestal. In other words, you saw me as an exceptional winner. That made it easier for you to pretend that you're not a loser."

I was lost. I asked her to help me understand what she meant.

"John, you need to know that a lot of women can completely dominate you. It's not just me - there are a LOT of big, strong women who could easily make you their bitch, if they were so inclined."

My heart raced a little. What was she talking about?

"And so, John. Here we are. On the other side of this door are the 9 other women from my college rugby team. They're all taller than you, and much, much more successful. Oh, and John?"

I was sweating bullets. "Yes, honey?"

"I may have shared a few workout tips with them. And I may have told them about some of our more recent...bedroom escapades." She reached over and opened the front door. In walked 9 of the biggest women I had ever seen in my life. Each of them were 6'0 tall, and each had massive muscles just like Amber's.

"John, the girls and I are going to show you why you're a loser. Now, run upstairs and get your pussy. We're going to demolish you."

Not wanting to disappoint a room full of superior women, I did as instructed. When I came back downstairs, I saw Amber handing out dildos to all of her former teammates.

"Get on the couch, John. And spread your legs."

I did as I was told, and the first of Amber's roommates climbed on top of me. A tall brunette with washboard abs, she began to pound me, hard and fast. Was this Amber's plan to break me?

Before I could catch my breath, another girl pushed her aside and climbed on top of me. This one was black, with shoulder muscles that would make a powerlifter jealous. She thrusted into me even harder than the first girl did. This went on for the full group of 9 girls. A muscular redhead with surprisingly big breasts, an Asian girl with lats to die for, a raven-haired beauty with quads bigger than my head...all of them treated me like a ragdoll.

After two hours of the longest fucking I had ever received in my life, Amber climbed on top of me.

"Do you get it yet, loser? Do you see why I dominate you? You're not fit for any of us!" She lifted me off of the couch and began pounding me in midair. I started getting lightheaded, and passed out.

I woke up in bed. Amber must have carried me there when she and her friends were done. I glanced at the clock. 6 hours. That's how long I was out. Amber strutted into the room with her usual smirk.

"Glad you're awake, honey." She stared into my eyes.

"There it is. That's what I've been waiting for."

I couldn't contain it anymore. I began to weep openly.

"There, there. Let it all out." Amber patted me on the back with her massive hands. "Now, you know what it feels like to have your spirit broken. And now, you can fully submit to me. Assume the position, bitch."

I nodded my head and rolled on to my back. Amber reached over to her nightstand, and grabbed her massive cock. She put it on, and I lowered my head in submission as she slowly climbed on top of me.

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #8 on: March 21, 2017, 05:00:44 am »
Part 7: Diving deeper

My experience with Amber and her friends changed me forever. I could no longer see myself as a real man. After all, I had been overpowered by 10 different women, one right after the other, and there was little I could do to stop it. Instead, I started to see myself as Amber's bitch. Amber, my massively strong, super intelligent wife would protect me and take care of me. As the days went by, it was my only desire to please her and keep her happy.

Sex with Amber was even more frequent now that she could do the fucking. Our routine shifted from sex before bed to sex after dinner and sex again before bed. On the weekends, I found myself craving Amber's massive body on top of me, and every time she pinned me down with her immense frame, I nearly came my pants instantly. I had become a lot more submissive in bed as well, and I could tell that Amber REALLY enjoyed it. I think she knew that she had finally proven to me that she was a winner, and I was a loser.

Around this time, I noticed Amber becoming even more aggressive in bed. She would consistently flex her muscles at me, waiting for the inevitable shock I experienced when I saw them. Amber had worked with her physician to increase her dose of steroids, and she was now sitting at around 255 pounds. Maybe it was all of that testosterone she had flowing through her blood, but her sexual thirst seemed unquenchable. It was around this time that I noticed her starting to pinch my nipples. She had never done this before, but for some reason it really turned her on. One day, after a particularly good pounding, she rolled over to her side of the bed.

"John, honey?" She asked.

"Yes, my love?" I responded.

"Now that you know who's the man in this relationship, and now that you know who the little bitch is, there's something we need to clear up. An...inconsistency."

I was intrigued. "Whatever you tell me to do, I will do. I know who the man is now, and it isn't me."

Amber smirked. "That's just what I wanted to hear. Wait here, bitch. I'll be right back."

I heard that familiar sound of the front door, the car door twice, and the front door again. It sounded like I was getting another present. I wasn't sure what it would be though - Amber had already bought me a brand new sports car, and a stunning new wardrobe. As my thoughts raced, I saw Amber's hulking frame fill the doorway to our bedroom, gift box in hand. Without even waiting for her to command me, I ripped the box open and inspected the contents. My heart skipped a beat when I saw what was inside.

Amber had bought me a set of synthetic tits, to match my pussy.

"I kept asking myself: 'what does a man do to show dominance over his bitch?' That's when it hit me. I knew that I needed to grope your tits. The problem is, since you've lost all that weight, there really isn't much for me to grab."

Amber was right. I had recently dropped under 135 pounds, due to our frequent lovemaking.

"So now, you're going to put these on. And I'm going to stare at them, just like you used to stare at my tits when we first started dating. And every time you look down, you're going to know that I have surpassed you in every way."

I looked down. She was right. When we first met, Amber had a great set of C cup tits. She replaced them with solid slabs of beef, and now here I was, with an even bigger set of tits than she ever had, all for her pleasure.

Amber saw my reaction and bit her lip. I knew she wanted me, right then and there. I put on my pussy and gave her my best "Come hither" look.

"Not yet." Amber said directly. "I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready. For now, I want to rub your nose in it. Look at these biceps." Amber flexed both of her arms at once. She was bigger and stronger than ever before. My jaw dropped as I took in their full size. She was so big.

"You like them, don't you, bitch?" Amber said smugly. She lifted her shirt up slightly to show off her fully cut abs. "Look at these abs, bitch. They're more cut than anything you ever had."

She was right. I'd never been in such good shape in all of my life.

"Oh, and let's not forget this." Amber pointed downward at her newly-upgraded cock. She was now boasting 12 full inches, and she abused my pussy with every one of them.

"Alright slut, time to bend over and give me what I want." She effortlessly lifted me off of the bed and bent me over the side of it. I could feel her enormous cock sliding between my legs before it settled into my pussy. She began thrusting away at me, hammering me with her giant dick while groping my new tits with one hand.

It was more than I could take. I came instantly. Amber saw the cum dribbling from my pussy and laughed.

"I almost forgot to tell you." She pulled her cock out and pushed me onto the bed, dangling her cock over my face as I laid on my back, facing that monster she was packing. Without warning, Amber's new 12 inch cock sprayed all over my face. I'm not sure what the liquid was, but it was hot, warm, and sweet to the taste.

"This new cock of mine shoots. Looks like it's time to pay you back for all of the times you cummed on me when we were dating."

I laid back and covered my eyes as Amber dropped another giant load on my face. When she was finished, I opened my eyes to her handing me a towel.

"Wipe it off your face, bitch. And remember who put it there."

How could I ever forget?

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #9 on: March 21, 2017, 04:40:12 pm »
While not normally into this kind story were the dominat female tries to break her partner mentally.
But i gotta say that this story is great and that i'm looking forward to the next part.

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #10 on: March 21, 2017, 10:12:23 pm »
The winner takes it all

The loser's standing small
lowerbase @ DA

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #11 on: March 23, 2017, 04:31:37 am »
Part 8: The Wager

After the first time Amber came on my face, she made it her mission to do it as much as possible over the following weeks. She said she was getting me back for all of the times I would cum on her when we first started dating, and I believed her. Once, on a Thursday, when she burst through the front door excitedly after work, I assumed that's what she wanted, and I began to put on the female body parts that Amber loved so much. However, before I could dig them out of the closet, I heard Amber's voice calling out for me.

"John, dear. Come to the living room. There's someone I'd like you to meet."

I headed towards the living room of our mansion as fast as I could. Standing next to Amber was a frail redhead with rather large breasts.

"John, this is Tiffany. Tiffany, this is my husband John."

I shook Tiffany's hand. "Nice to meet you." She mumbled something, but I couldn't quite make it out.

"Tiffany applied for an internship with my law firm, John. I picked her resume myself. She's quite shy, but I'm working on changing that."

There was no doubt in my mind that Amber could help this girl. Amber was the least shy woman I had ever met. Tiffany was slightly taller than Amber, which I guessed would place her somewhere between 6'3 and 6'5. I wanted to ask, but I knew Amber would find it rude, so I kept my mouth shut and waited for her to direct me.

"Stop staring, John. You're making her blush. She's 6'5. Now hurry up and get another plate for dinner. Amber will be joining us.

I hurried off to the kitchen, so as not to disappoint Amber. When I returned with dinner plates for the two of them, Amber was leaning over Tiffany's chair, whispering into her ear. I decided not to risk Amber's wrath by eavesdropping, so I set the plates down and went back into the kitchen to fix a plate for myself. I had scarcely sat down to begin eating when Amber spoke up.

"Tiffany and I have been talking, John, and we have a little wager for you."

I was intrigued. "Wager?"

"Yes." Amber replied. "Tiffany thinks you're cute, and she thinks you have a great body."

Now I was the one blushing.

"I want to teach Tiffany how to take what she wants, but she's just a little too shy at this point. She wants you, and I'm sure you want to gain back some of your manhood."

I didn't dare say it out loud, lest Amber should think she was anything less than the man in our relationship. But after weighing more than 100 pounds less than Amber for the last few years, I wouldn't mind having at least a little muscle.

"What did you have in mind, honey?" I asked.

"It's simple, John. We'll have a contest. You can work on your body, and I'll help Tiffany work on hers. I'll even allow you to lift weights again. As many as you want. There are only two rules: #1, the contest will last for one year, and #2, there will be no peeking at each other."

That really did seem simple. "What's the catch?" I pondered aloud.

"No catch, John. Just don't be surprised if you lose."

"Alright" I said. "How do we decide who wins and who loses?"

"That's easy" replied Amber, "after dinner, we'll weigh both of you. Whoever adds more weight at the end of one year is the winner."

"OK by me" I affirmed. "What do I get if I win?"

"Well, John. I know I'll have to make this worth your while. If you win, I will stop lifting weights, I'll stop taking steroids, and you can lift as many weights as you want, forever. I'll go back to being the loser, and you can be the winner."

My ears perked up. There was no way Amber would offer this lightly. She must have really wanted me to accept this wager.

"OK, and what if I lose?"

Amber smirked, and Tiffany looked down at her dinner plate. "If you lose, Tiffany and I are both going to fuck you. At the same time."

I thought about it for a second. I was already being fucked more than once a day. Would it really be so bad to be fucked by two girls at once?

"OK, I accept those terms. What do we do now?"

Amber took a big bite of her food. "We finish dinner."

After we had all eaten our fill, we headed to the bathroom to find our weights. I stepped onto the scale first.

"140." remarked Amber. "Your turn, Tiffany."

I hopped off and Tiffany hopped on. The scale rolled back slightly.

"136. Looks like you've got a little bit of a head start, John."

I smiled. For tFhe first time in a long time, I started to believe in myself.

Part 9: Paying the piper

For the next year, I worked out harder than I ever had before. I spent an hour and a half each day in the gym, almost excusively lifting weights and drinking protein shakes. Forget cardio, I wanted to get as big as humanly possible. I needed to beat Amber's protégé and take back my manhood once and for all. From time to time, Amber would pass me in the gym at our home and peer in. She would smile a little bit, shake her head, and then return to what she was doing. I still had to please her sexually, but aside from her demands in the bedroom, she left me to my own devices. The year flew by, and before I knew it, the three of us were standing in the living room of the mansion one year later. Me, in my gym clothes, Amber, in her work attire, and Tiffany, in a large bathrobe that Amber had purchased for her to hide any progress she had made from me.

"Well, John? Any last words before we see the weights?"

I thought for a minute. "I've had fun for the last year, and even if I lose, I faced a worthy opponent."

Tiffany blushed a little, then shook her head and regained focus. She seemed different now. Tougher. Amber headed towards the bathroom and returned a short while later with the scale.

"You're first, honey." She set the scale down and I stepped on.

"150 pounds. 10 pounds of muscle in one year. Very good job, baby!"

I beamed with pride. That was more weight than I had ever added before.

"Are you ready to show him, Tiffany?"

Tiffany nodded and began to slowly remove the bathrobe. She dropped it on the floor, and my jaw dropped with it.

Tiffany was massive. She was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts, and I could see through her clothes that my growth had been no match for hers.

"As you can see, John, I've been helping Tiffany with her workout routine." Amber smirked at me. I took one look at Tiffany's body and I knew I had no chance.

"Before I weigh myself, I want to show you something, John." Tiffany spoke in a loud, direct voice. The first time I'd ever heard it. Then, she lifted her right arm and flexed her bicep. HOLY SHIT! It was huge!

"I brought the tape measure from the bedroom too, John. Here, take it and measure Tiffany's arm."

I reluctantly did what I was told. Tiffany's arm was 17.5 inches around.

"You like that, you little bitch?" Tiffany asked. I was stunned. What had Amber done to this girl?

"He loves it, Tiffany. Just like I told you he would. Anything else you want to show John before you step on to the scale and crush his dreams forever?"

"Yes, Amber. I want John to see my chest." She took off her t-shirt and I was mesmerized. Amber's chest muscles had always been a source of her pride, but Tiffany's might have been even bigger.

"My favorite exercise was the bench press, John." Tiffany said matter-of-factly. "In fact, since you only weigh 150 pounds, I could easily bench two of you."

I hung my head in shame.

"Alright Tiffany, he's ready. Step onto the scale."

We all watched as we saw the number climbing.

"176 pounds. Looks like Tiffany wins, John. Oh, and there's something else I want to show you."

Amber stepped onto the scale, which moved up to 265 pounds.

"Say goodbye to those pitiful little muscles you've built, John. You're going right back down to 130 pounds, and I'm going stay here, at more than double your weight."

I felt more embarrassed than I ever had in my life. At least, until Amber turned up the gas.

"Don't forget John, now that you've proven that you're the loser, AGAIN, Tiffany and I are going to fuck you at the same time. Go into the bedroom and get ready."

I did as I was told. Once I had put on my familiar genitalia, Amber and Tiffany walked into the room. Tiffany had changed into 6 inch heels, and she was nearly 7 feet tall. Both of them were wearing 12 inch cocks, and I feared the worst.

"Here's how this is going to work, John. I'm going to pick you up and fuck you from the front..." Amber lifted me off of my feet and put my pussy right onto her cock. "And Tiffany is going to fuck you from behind." Tiffany positioned herself right behind me.

"I only have one pussy, Amber. Are you going to take turns?" I asked.

"No, John. Tiffany made this bet for one reason and one reason only: She wants to fuck you in your tight little ass."

My heart sunk into my stomach. Tiffany had proven that she was much stronger than me, and now she was going to ram that massive cock of hers into my ass. What had I gotten myself into?

Without warning, Tiffany spit on her hand and began stroking her cock. Long, smooth strokes. She placed it up next to my ass, and she eased it in gently. I cringed in pain.

"That's it, Tiffany. Take what you want!" Amber instructed. Tiffany began shoving the cock deeper and deeper inside of me. I could barely take the pain. It was compounded by Amber's forceful thrusting into my pussy.

"FUCK YES!" Tiffany screamed. She pounded me harder and harder, with each stroke growing more aroused. After less than a minute, her intense pleasure made cum burst out of me and dribble down my leg. Amber felt the cum rolling down my leg, and knew it was time to finish.

"Get on your knees, bitch!" she dropped me out of midair and I immediately dropped down to both knees, with Amber and Tiffany both stroking their cocks above me. Amber shot first, getting her sticky mess all over my chin. Tiffany aimed for the top half of my face, and she shot an even bigger load than Amber's all over me, landing in my hair and covering one of my eyes.

"Fuck, that felt good!" Tiffany exclaimed. Amber handed me my customary towel.

"Looks like you finally know how to take what you want, Tiffany." Amber said proudly.

I had no doubt.

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #12 on: March 25, 2017, 04:59:32 am »
Part 10: The new addition

After they were done having their way with me, Amber, Tiffany and I all lay down on the master bedroom's king-sized bed. Amber was exhausted from a long work day, and she soon drifted off into a deep sleep. After a few minutes, Tiffany turned my direction and began to speak:

"I hope you're alright. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything."

I was a little sore, but I hadn't really thought about it. Tiffany's apology caught me off-guard. Amber never apologized for anything.

"I'll be OK. You were definitely rough on me though!"

Tiffany smiled. "Sorry. I just couldn't help myself. I'd never done anything like that before, and I guess I got lost in the moment." She batted her eyes at me coyly. "I guess I'm just not used to being this..." her sentenced drifted off into the distance.

"Strong?" I offered. "I'm not used to it either. The last time I saw you, you were this tall, lanky little thing. And now..."

"I could break you in half, if I wanted." Tiffany stated.

"Yeah, exactly. I guess I'm just amazed is all. I didn't think it was possible to gain muscle that fast." I was surprised at my own honesty. I'd never said anything similar to Amber.

"It's definitely not just for show, either." Tiffany said bluntly. "My muscles are really thick, too. Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to feel them?"

I was so used to being forced to feel Amber's muscles that I had forgotten what it was like to be asked. I thought about feeling Tiffany's muscles, and pretty soon I was sprouting a rock-hard erection. Tiffany saw it and giggled.

"I'll take that as a yes. Here, give me your hand."

Tiffany stood up and helped me off of the bed. At 6'5, it felt like she was towering over me. She grabbed the hand that she has used to help me off of the bed and placed it on her right bicep.

"Ready?" She asked.

"I'm ready." I said excitedly.

Tiffany began flexing her right bicep. She was right - it was thick, and hard as a rock. I could feel pre-cum oozing out of my cock.

"Your biceps are amazing, Tiffany." I was practically drooling at this point.

"Thanks, John. Not bad for a 21 year old, huh?"

I was surprised. "You're only 21?" I inquired.

"Well, I'll be 22 in a couple of months, but yeah." Tiffany began to tell me more about herself. It turns out, she had worked very hard in High School, and graduated with an Associate's Degree. She immediately transferred to an Ivy League institution, and finished her Bachelor's Degree in 3 semesters. In her second summer of Law School, she had placed a few applications for summer internships around town, and that's how Amber found her. I took in all of this information, and said

"The fact that you're only 21 makes your muscles ten times sexier."

Tiffany blushed. "You haven't even seen the best part yet!" she moved my hand to her chest.

"Watch this."

Tiffany began flexing her pec muscles. They were enormous. She probably had bigger pec muscles than Amber, and Amber was taking heavy amounts of steroids. Wait, maybe that's how Tiffany gained so much muscle so fast...

"Tiffany, I have something to ask you." She looked me directly in the eyes.

"Yes, John? What is it?" she brushed her long, red hair back behind her face.

"Did Amber give you any...uh...medication during our little contest?" If she said yes, that would explain a lot.

"No, she didn't John. I beat you fair and square." She took my hand off of her chest and put it down by my side. Then, she brought both of her arms up into a massive double biceps pose.

"I don't want to be as big as Amber, John. She's very competitive, and I would consider myself more...sweet than her."

I was inclined to agree. "Although..." Tiffany continued, "Amber does have a soft side. In fact..." her thoughts trailed off again.

"In fact, what?" I asked.

"Well, this whole contest thing was Amber's idea. I only mentioned in passing that I thought you were cute. She set the rest of this up. It was really sweet of her to let me...share you."

I wasn't complaining.

"John, honey. There's one more thing I haven't told you yet." I turned to see Amber waking up from her nap.

"Oh yeah, baby? What is it?" I asked.

"Tiffany will be living with us for the next year while she finishes Law School."

I was happy to hear this. I really liked Tiffany.

"But don't get any ideas, John. Just because Tiffany is sweet on the inside doesn't mean she won't abuse you whenever she wants. And I'll let her do whatever she wants to you. As far as I'm concerned, you're my bitch, and my bitch fucks who I want her to fuck."

I got chills down my spine. "OK, honey. I'll do whatever you tell me to."

Amber smirked. "I know you will. And right now, I'm going to tell you to lay back down on the bed."

I was confused, but did as I was told. As soon as I put my back to the mattress, Tiffany leaned over me. She pulled my pants down and began sucking my cock.

"Tiffany loves to suck cock, John. Rub her muscles while she gets what she wants."

I reached around to rub Tiffany's back, which had expanded considerably as she made use of her lat muscles. Her tongue was soft, and her technique was perfect. I was in heaven. Amber looked aroused, too. She winked at me while Tiffany had a mouthful of cock and flexed her humongous bicep at me.

"Watching another woman please you turns me on, John. When she's done with you, it's my turn."

I could sense Amber's competitive nature getting the best of her again. But I didn't want to deal with that while Tiffany worked her magic. I laid back and relaxed while the rock-hard 21 year old gave me the best blowjob I'd ever had in my life, knowing that my insanely-muscular wife was waiting on deck.

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Re: Winners and Losers
« Reply #13 on: March 25, 2017, 01:17:21 pm »
Wow super duper hot addition. I love Tiffany's playful side. And the fact that Amber's dominating, competitive nature is working in John's favor this time!

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« Reply #14 on: March 26, 2017, 06:15:32 am »
Part 11: Finishing the job

After a couple of minutes of watching Tiffany shove my cock down her throat, Amber seemed agitated.

"That's it! I can't take anymore!" she exclaimed. She walked over to the other end of the bed, gently pushed Tiffany aside, and picked me up by my armpits.

"Tiffany, get your heels on."

Tiffany stopped sucking me and did what she was told. Amber carried me over to the wall and pinned me up against it.

"Now, Tiffany, you're going to hold this little bitch up against the wall while I take my turn."

Tiffany put her hands underneath my armpits and pushed me higher on the wall, until I was eye-level with her. Between her natural 7 inch height advantage over me and the 6 inch heels she was wearing, this left me dangling from the ground precariously. Amber got down on her knees, slid in underneath Tiffany's legs, and began sucking my cock with an intensity I had never seen from her. I exhaled deeply, immensely pleasured by Amber's tongue work. Tiffany saw how turned on I was, and that seemed to turn her on. She leaned over and rammed her tongue down my throat. That was as much as I could handle. My hips shook, and Amber knew it was time for me to finish. She pulled her mouth off of me and began to speak.

"Yeah, bitch! Shoot that hot load all over me!"

I complied and let my second orgasm of the evening spill all over her face. Amber smiled, and went to retrieve a towel from the bathroom.

"Wow, John! That was a lot of cum. I hope Amber isn't mad at you for that." Tiffany seems concerned for my well-being.

"Fortunately for John" Amber said aloud from the bathroom, "I enjoyed that even more than he did."

Her last statement shocked me a bit, but I wasn't about to ask questions. We all laid down on the King size bed, with Amber and Tiffany taking the two main spots and me cuddled between them in the middle. Before too long, I drifted off to sleep.

For the next year, I was the luckiest man on earth. I lived with two tall, gorgeous muscle beauties who wanted nothing more than to come home from conquering the world and fuck me senseless. Tiffany knew I was quickly falling in love with her, just as I had with Amber, so she made it a point to show off all of her gym gains to me at the end of each month. It wasn't uncommon for her to come find me before Amber got home from work, brag about her increase in mass or measurement, and then ask me if I wanted to feel it. I always obliged, not just because of how proud she was of her accomplishments, but also because she continued to impress me. By the end of the year, Tiffany had reached a particularly difficult milestone. She decided to celebrate in her usual way.

"John, honey." I heard her call from the bedroom.

"Yes, Tiffany?" I quickly responded.

"Come join me in the bedroom for a moment. I want to show you something."

I quickly left my post in the kitchen and headed into the bedroom. I saw the bathroom scale laying on the floor as I walked in.

"Weigh yourself, John." I stepped onto the scale. 130 pounds. Boy, all of this sex must have been taking a toll on my calorie count.

"Now watch this." Tiffany said. She lifted me off of the scale and stepped on to it herself. I watched as the 1s digit increased to a 2.

201 pounds. Tiffany was now 70 pounds heavier than me.

"Look at this body, John! Look at these arms! These chest muscles! These legs! I can't believe I've built this so suddenly!" Tiffany was euphoric.

"I believe it, Tiffany. When you set your mind to something, you always get it done."

Tiffany smiled. "Well right now, John, my mind is only on one thing. Take your pants off."

That was a lot more direct than usual from Tiffany. She must have really wanted it. I took my pants off hurriedly.

"Now come over here and grab my arm."

I reached both arms around her right bicep. She flexed it, then raised it up a few inches, picking me up off of the floor in the process.

"Do you see how powerful I am now, John? I can lift you with one arm."

I saw. And I gulped.

"That gives me an idea." Tiffany smirked. She must have learned that from Amber. She picked me up and pushed me against the wall.

"Grab onto my arm again."

I did as I was told. She lifted me back up off of the ground.

"This bicep is 19 inches around now, John. I doubt your legs are that big. See how easy it is to pick you up with one arm? But what should I do with the other arm?" She grinned devilishly, reached down, and began stroking my cock. Long, hard strokes. All while feeling her massive bicep. I could feel myself getting close to an orgasm already...

"Not yet, John. I want you to see this." She reached up from my cock, grabbed my face, and pointed it towards her massive chest. She began flexing her pec muscles. They were enormous. Bigger than mine had ever been, by far.

"Look at this monster chest, John. Stare right at it while I make you cum for me." She reached back down and began stroking my cock with the same energy and intensity as before. I came in seconds.

"Good boy, John. Now clean it up before Amber gets home."

She dropped me back down to the floor and headed back to the gym for another workout. She was turning into a real dominating person, just like Amber.

"Pretty please?"

She poked her head back into the doorway with a smile. I smiled back. There was my girl.

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