Wrestling for Control

[El_Roy_1999]

There was a feeling of excitement in the air. The audience was trying to figure out whether that strange woman would show up again. After her surprise debut, there had been a lot of buzz about her. Her bizarre looks, her skill, her strength … they all had contributed to the mystique of the strange fighter.
Tonight, a championship fight was scheduled, and it was possible that anything could happen! Would the woman claim her first belt?
It was possible …
The first fights passed quickly, the various athletes doing their thing. It was nice enough, though the excitement for the big finale was palpable.
And then, it was time.
The defending champion, Corey Holmes, made his entrance, a scantily clad bikini girl carrying his belt after him. He got in the ring and let the crowd cheer him.
“Corey! Corey! Corey …”
He took the mike and started dunking on his challenger, Wildman King.
“Come on out, you hairy bastard! Show your face for once! Fuck your mask! Show us your ugly mug!”
He finished, and King’s entrance music started.
Amidst the smoke and lights, the man walked towards the ring. He was shorter than Holmes, who looked way more like an athlete. King, on the other hand, was a beast of a man, a real bear, covered in hair and thick muscles.
He was also wearing his lion mask. The challenger got into the ring, climbed on one of the poles and roared, flexing his thick muscles at the audience. Then he launched himself into a backflip and landed on the mat, ready to fight.
Holmes was a bit surprised by his challenger’s acrobatics. Normally, King was known for his rough and ready style, no fancy shit …
The tall man didn’t show his reaction, though. That was not his style. He was in control.
A moment later, the two men were at it.
Holmes moved in and slammed his opponent, but King dodged his attack, caught his arm, and sent him running. The big wrestler hit the ropes, bounced back and King jumped up, his muscular legs propelling him in the air and hitting him with both feet in the face.
There was a loud bang as both men crashed on the canvas.
The man in the lion mask did a quick kip-up, while Holmes lay on his back, his head swimming. Defending his title would be more difficult than expected. Clearly, he had underestimated Wildman King!
The lion-faced warrior climbed on the pole and prepared to drop on his opponent in one mighty jump.
Just as he hyped up the audience while Holmes was still trying to focus, there was a loud scream.
The audience turned to King’s entrance and saw Savannah, his valet, point at the ring.
“This man isn’t Wildman King! He stole his mask!”
The accused stopped his antics for a moment, then laughed deeply. The buxom amazon strode towards the ring, swinging her hips.
“You impostor! Give me his mask! I need to return it to his rightful owner!”
Above her, the fake King roared with laughter.
“I won this fair and square. It’s his problem if he’s too weak!”
That’s when Holmes attacked. He was supposed to be a face, but faced with such a massive heelishness, he couldn’t help himself!
He charged and jumped, ramming his shoulder into the fake’s back. The masked wrestler was thrown from the post, slamming into the scoring judges’ table. The men squealed in terror as the bulky muscleguy obliterated their table. However, this setback barely stopped him. With a twisting kick, the lion-masked man got back to his feet.
Savannah stormed at him and grabbed the mask with both hands. The heavyset wrestler slapped her fingers away, loaded her on one of his shoulders and laughed:
“I get why Wildman loves you, girl! You’ve got spirit!”
That’s when Holmes jumped down from the ring and attacked him. The masked wrestler hooted with laughter, his deep voice thundering. Whenever the taller fighter was to hit him, he got Savannah into the way, and the good boy had to hold back.
Then, by accident, he slapped Savannah’s large, firm butt.
The woman squealed and Holmes blushed, embarrassed.
The fake Wildman King amused himself, then tossed the woman at his attacker.
“Catch!”
He did just that, but that gave the shorter muscleman enough time to get back into the ring. Savannah shouted at Corey:
“What are you waiting for? Make him pay for hurting my Wildman!”
The tall guy saluted and said:
“Right away!”
He got back in the ring, but somehow, the other wrestler had gone. The audience screamed:
“Above you!”
Corey looked up, and only saw the massive muscleman descend on him from the light fixtures, slamming into him at full force.
He went down, bouncing on the canvas.
The audience went wild! This masked madman was dishonorable, but he was creative! One could respect this.
Now it was time to pin him. The masked wrestler put his opponent into a lock. Just as the judge was starting the count, there was another interruption.
Wildman!
The man was back, charging to the ring, his face concealed with a bandana!
The crowd went wild, cheering for the wrestler that jumped into the ring and immediately attacked his usurper. The fake Wildman struggled against him, trying to hold the pin, but it was too late.
Holmes got back up.
“Great, now there are two of you!” He flashed his smile at the real Wildman. “Man, would you help me with that impostor?”
“I thought you’d never ask!”
The two heavy hitters attacked the masked fighter, but that proved to be quite difficult. Despite the man’s bulk, he moved with great smoothness and speed, evading their attacks and grapples.
Frustrated, Holmes shouted:
“Why won’t you stay in a place, you dishonorable jerk?”
The fake Wildman was staying close to the ropes now, so as not to be surrounded. Over his shoulders, he shouted at the audience:
“Come on, guys, give me a hand!”
A few of the men down there got up and tossed one of the scoring judges’ folding chairs at him.
The masked man caught it and shouted:
“Finally!”
Then he slammed it into the hollow of Corey Holmes left knee and sent the man down. Now faced with his double, he threw the chair at him and got around him, then did a suplex on him.
The slam could be heard right through the entire hall. People cheered, jumping to their feet to see every bit of the show.
The muscular, hairy dude had just managed to handle two heavy hitters. Now he wrapped his legs around Holmes’ neck and his arms around King’s. The judge started his countdown. Outside, Savannah protested loudly.
“Ten … nine … eight … seven …”
The men were slowly recovering and trying to get out of the holds. The guy’s grip was pretty unbreakable …
“Six … five … four …”
The audience was clamoring. Holmes’ manager ran to the ring, but the guys who had thrown the chair at the fake wrestler got in his way. A second, smaller brawl erupted as the big man in a suit started fighting off the audience members.
“Three … two … one … and …”
Savannah screamed and clambered into the ring, hoping to save her lover.
“Out!”
The judge slapped the canvas and the audience cheered.
The masked wrestler released his foes and got up. The judge grabbed his hand and held it aloft.
“The new champion …” That’s when he realized he didn’t know the name …
Wildman King shouted:
“Give me back my mask, you thief!”
The hairy muscledude laughed and said:
“I don’t need it anymore! You can have it back!”
Amelia pulled off the lion’s face and revealed her ultra-butch, hard face with its massive chin, heavy jaws and thick nose, then tossed the mask at King.
“Have fun, loser!”
Then she punched up and roared in triumph.

“Dad, look! It’s that woman wrestler from that other match!”
Eric looked vaguely at the TV. He had Sammy for the weekend, and the pay per view was certainly a useful thing to keep him occupied. Some hairy dude had just beaten two other dudes … And that was supposed to be a woman?
He sighed. Man, wrestling was always weird, but this … Whatever.
He watched as the hairy woman received the championship belt. She looked vaguely like Amelia, didn’t she? Yeah. If Amelia had a spine … And was pumped chock-full of steroids.
“She looks a bit like Mom, don’t you think, Dad?”
“Nah … That’s just your imagination …”
“I like her. She just doesn’t care what anybody thinks of her!”
“Then it’s not your mom, Sammy.”
“I miss her.”
Eric groaned. This again.
Still, that woman was … well … maybe?
On the TV, the announcer declared:
“The new ultra-heavyweight champion of the MWC is … Bulldoza!”
Sammy cheered, and Eric rolled his eyes.

[phil123]

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[El_Roy_1999]

Thanks! More soon!

[El_Roy_1999]

Amelia went on to defend her title several times, dealing with any challengers in a suitably brutal way. Her muscles and her technique were enough to stay on top.

However, when she was challenged by Thor Richardson, a 6’6” monster, she was getting a bit frustrated. Having this monster look down on her … It didn’t sit right. Yes, he barely outweighed her, and yes, she did manage to jump on him from the top of the ropes, caught his arm and managed to knock him over and lock him, but … being 5’2” really no longer cut it.

She didn’t have much of an idea how to handle this, but being outsized like this sucked.

The Lethal Doza scandal was the final straw.

Amelia was in the ring against Gabe “The Fist” Russ. He was more of a technician, and wrestling him was a joy! Not only was he rather handsome and strong, he also knew what he was doing, and that made things so much easier for Amelia. Fighting some guy who was mostly heavy and strong was cute, but it was neither a challenge, nor enjoyable. The worst was when the guy she was fighting stumbled and landed on her. It had happened before, and she had almost been buried under Big Boy Branson. The stench of his sweat and his cologne wouldn’t get out for days … Not that Amelia didn’t stink the place up on her own, but it was her smell!

Anyway, The Fist was dodging her grabs with amazing speed, and Amelia was enjoying this tremendously! Quick slide, low grab, get the guy above her, get ready to throw him … He saw what she was doing, and quickly managed to pull out of range, then went back in at speed. He caught her by the neck, trying to pull her down. She just switched her stance, redirected his momentum, and broke his grip quickly. Then she twisted him around.

The big man followed the flow, saw that he was heading for the post, pushed out his legs and kicked away, sending Amelia to stumble.

She immediately got her guard up, but the man wasn’t called The Fist for nothing.

He shot a flurry of blows at her, which she defended quickly, then went in closer to prevent him from continuing the punches. He tried to retreat to recover the distance, but she used her smaller height to stay close. Then …

She caught him by the neck. The audience cheered. The massive wrestler was lifted in the air.

The commenter shouted:

“And it’s time for the Wrecking Ball!”

The ultra-broad female wrestler grinned at her opponent from below. He tried to stop her, but she ran already, stopping him from getting a foot on the ground.

Then she jumped, slamming him against the canvas by the neck, unloading her entire weight on him.


The slam was heard all through the venue! The audience applauded. Cheers erupted as the referee started counting. The Fist stared at Amelia, and didn’t try to break her hold. It wasn’t that complicated, and the fight could well have continued for a while.


It was only after the fight that Amelia was told what had happened. Apparently, Russ had a previous condition which he might or might not have known about. Anyway, he had a heart attack, and if Amelia hadn’t remembered the vague instructions of her first aid training for school work and started treatment as soon as she could, he probably would have died.

The audience only saw her keep pounding an unconscious fighter before he was dragged away backstage.

Now, everybody was used to Bulldoza’s dirty tricks, but this was a bit much. People started booing her and throwing things. She gave them the finger and exited the arena. A good wrestler never broke kayfabe.

By the time the scandal hit, she had left the building, leaving Russ in the care of the emergency crew. She didn’t even care to explain herself to the media.

Instead, she went ahead with her plans.


The doctor waited for Amelia to wake up. She felt terrible, as if someone had thrown her down the stairs. That was a sensation she was familiar with, but she didn’t like it.

“Ms. Jenner? How do you feel?”

“Like shit, Doc. I feel like during my worst matches.”

“Matches? Ah yes … The wrestling. I can imagine that.”

“I’m pretty sure you can’t, Doc. But whatever. Did it work?”

“Of course. The surgeries were all successful. Of course, you will need to recover, and then, it will be a year or more until the procedure is fully completed.”

“Yes, yes. I know. No problem. I’m just glad everything went fine.”

“Rest for now. I’m sure you will like the results.”

“Good.”

She leaned back on the bed and relaxed. The next months would be rough, but she liked it rough!


A week later, the bandages were removed. Amelia looked at her reflection as the assistant took them off. She could tell that the nurse didn’t approve at all of what she had done to herself, and she didn’t care one bit. The new look was intense. The first thing she noticed was how broad and massive her face had become. The chin and jaw implants gave her a brutish look that went beyond what the hormones had already given her. The cleft chin was certainly a nice touch. The cheek implants added to the whole effect. She was still a little swollen, but it was going to look amazing once everything was ready. The doctor had resisted her wishes for a broader, flatter nose matching a professional boxer’s. Well, if her career went on the way it had, it was really just a matter of time …

She grinned.

“Looks great. Now the tits.”

The woman removed the bandages from her chest. The doctor had shaved off her hair, which meant that she had a good view of her broad pecs. Her breasts were gone, and the doctor had managed to place her nipples nicely. Just like that, she already looked like a hulking beast. And she would only get bigger as soon as she was healed enough.

“Good. Nice.”

The assistant nodded and said:

“These are the axles for the legs and these for the arms. The doctor will explain the exact way you have to use them to stretch your limbs. It’s a matter of how good you can deal with the pain …”

“I got no problems with pain. I just need to be huge.”

The nurse grinned nastily.

“It’s your funeral.”

Amelia was a bit surprised by the hostility, but she didn’t care. She was going to get her body up to at least six feet, even if it fucked her up. Better more! She couldn’t wait to tower over everybody …

[El_Roy_1999]

Weeks turned into months.
Amelia maintained her workouts, her nutrition and her supplementation. She stuck to them, though the slowness of her growth annoyed her. She wanted to get bigger fast! Still there wasn’t much she could do about it!
Every week, she would give her axles a twist, sending sharp pain through her body, but gaining millimeter after millimeter. Slowly, carefully, she managed her transformation. It was strange. She had disappeared out of the public eye, and people rarely recognized her after her surgeries. To the people of the town she lived in, she was just one very strange, brutish woman, if they even thought of her as one. The confusion was visible.
Still, small-town life was less expensive, and the last thing she needed was extra costs on her project. She mostly worked online these days, communicating in writing as much as she could. She had settled for a cheap house on the side of the town and had installed a professional gym in it.
She missed wrestling, though. Amelia had to be careful for now, not wanting to endanger her further growth by breaking a bone or damaging the stretchers.
Thinking of the ring made her ache. She just craved to finally be able to fight again …

One day, she was working out in the yard, doing biceps curls with a rather impressive mass. She was topless, enjoying the afternoon warmth. Wearing shirts had become a bit of a chore for her, and since her surgery, she had completely stopped wearing bras. There was nothing left to hold up, right? Her chest hair had since grown back, covering her pecs in a thick shag. Sometimes, she thought about shaving it off again just to get a good look at her muscles. Then again, she’d have to wait until her growing was done to get a good diet in and make them pop for real.
She finished her set, put down the big weight, and stretched a bit. Then she heard a nervous voice:
“Hi!”
Amelia looked up and saw a guy in his twenties look over the fence. He wore a cap and a short beard.
“Yeah?”
Her voice was deep and hard now, sounding pretty gruff even when she tried to be friendly.
“I’m Stan. Your new neighbor.”
“Oh. Okay. Hi, Stan. Mel.”
“Mel? Oh … Alright! That … doesn’t really explain it, but …”
She got up. The treatment had brought her up to 5’9” already. Not enough, but it was better. She approached the fence. The guy showed clear signs of nervousness now.
“What is this about?”
He was looking very shaky now.
“Uh … One of your packages ended up on my porch.”
“Ah. Yeah. That happens. I don’t know why …”
“I dunno either. Anyway … It says here Amelia Jenner.”
“That’s me.”
“Amelia.”
“That’s what the ‘Mel’ stands for.”
“But … Amelia … it’s a …”
The huge woman groaned and rubbed her temples. Then she frowned at the guy. Her mountainous shoulders outsized the guy twice. Her enormous, hairy pecs rested on her thick roid gut.
“It’s a?”
“Woman’s name?”
“So?”
“But you’re …”
“A man?”
“I guess?” The guy was feeling increasingly insecure about this. He tried to change the subject. Pointing at the metal stubs of the axles in her arms, he asked: “What’s that?”
“Can I just have my package, Stan?”
“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I’ll just get it … I … I kinda opened it, though …”
“What the fuck?” That last sentence came out a bit like a roar. The neighbor went very pale and stared at her.
“Look … I thought it was my package, and when I opened it and there were all those vials in it …”
Her arm shot over the fence and she caught him by the neck. She lifted him up a bit and glared at him.
“Did you take any?”
“No! No! Of course not! I didn’t even understand what they’re supposed to be!”
“Okay.” She released him. “Get me my package. Now.”
He complied, dashing to his house and handing her the box as carefully as he could. She checked the contents, nodded, and said:
“Alright.” She breathed out sharply. “Now fuck off.”
He did just that.

To her surprise, the guy showed up again the next day. This time, he knocked on the door and waited for her to open. Amelia opened, having pulled on a shirt and some cargo pants.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Uh … I think we got off on the wrong foot last time.”
“Kinda.”
“I didn’t know how to handle this the best way, but … I’ve brought a sixpack of cold beer, flowers, a bottle of bourbon, chocolate and a pack of whey. Any of these appeal to you?”
She grinned.
“Okay. I guess they do. Come on in. Stan, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Mel?”
“Mel. Mel is best.”
A moment later, they were out on the patio, drinking beer and enjoying the flowers and the chocolates. Soon, Amelia was explaining her situation, and Stan … wasn’t all that shocked. Okay, no, he was shocked, and the whole thing confused him a lot, but he was still impressed by the hulking dude next to him.
By the time they started knocking the bourbon, they were both getting a bit horny. Quite a bit, really. Amelia had been single and unfucked for quite a while now, and Stan had come here after a shitty divorce of a marriage that had been way too early.
To put it simple, they were both looking for something, and they had found just that.
By the time the sun was down, they stumbled to Amelia’s bedroom, landing on the mattress clumsily. They kissed furiously, her hormones going crazy as she basically ripped his shirt off his back and pulled his cock out of his fly, stepping out of her pants, pulling down her panties and revealing her throbbing, semi-erect clit. To her vague surprise, that thing didn’t turn Stan off. Instead, she clambered on top of him and started rubbing her clit against his cock before sinking herself on it.
Stan was shocked by how deep he was getting squished into the mattress be her sheer weight, and then, the gargantuan muscle-beast started riding him, producing strange, animalistic grunts.
“Fuck, Stan, I missed this so much!”
“Oooh … Mel … Mel … You’re so big …”
“I know, you little fucker! You may be taller than me, but I’m heavier!”
She rode him even harder, at one point clenching his cock with her pussy and lifting him up a bit by his dick alone. He squealed with lust and terror, hoping she wouldn’t just crush it.
“Staaaaan …”
She pounded him hard now, her musk flooding the room, her enlarged jaw looking completely insane.
“Me … Mel … Mellll …”
He growled helplessly, holding to her giant arms , then shifting to her muscle handles on her waist.
“Gaaaah …”
A moment later, he came, but that was not enough for her. Instead of stopping, she released his cock and slammed her pussy into his face.
“Lick me! Lick me you fucker!”
Panicking, hoping to not be crushed, he did what he could, licking and sucking her clit and her vulva.
Happily, he managed to make her cum before she collapsed his face with the power of her giant thighs.

Much later, they laid on the mattress, Stan cuddled against her lats, her rough hand on his ass. He was dumbstruck, his tongue still sore from what just happened. She gave his butt a good squeeze and said:
“Fuck … I missed that …”
“Wow …”
“Yeah. You know what, Stan?”
“What?”
“I’d like to see you again.”
“Cool …”
“And if you’re nice and respectful, I might let you be on top …”
“Whoa.”
“Yeah.”
He caressed her big chest, running his fingers through her thick pelt.
“This is so weird.”
“Yeah. That was the plan.”
“It’s … You’ve got more hair than me …”
“I know. I also got a bigger chest. What do you expect?”
“Yeah.”
He looked her in the eyes, then caressed her heavy cheek, reaching to her hair. She sighed:
“I know … It’s thinning out up there.”
“You could shave it all off. My uncle did that when he went bald at twenty. Looked way better.”
“Bald at twenty? That’s rough.”
“He really struggled.”
“Alright … Tomorrow, you come back and shave my head. Then we fuck. I just might have some dinner for you …”
He grinned.
“Now, that’s an offer for a second date.”
She chuckled:
“You probably noticed, but I’m not like the other girls.”
“Are you sure about that? I could have sworn …”
She laughed raucously and said:
“Go and suck my clit for now, got it?”
With a grin, he complied.

[El_Roy_1999]

The next day, Stan headed over to Mel’s place. As he rang, he could already smell her cooking. To his surprise, it was pretty delicious. He had expected it to smell as rough as she was, but no. This was clearly excellent!
Soon, he heard her heavy footfalls and then, she opened the door.
“Hi! Glad you’re here! Come on in, food’s ready.”
Stan was still struggling a bit with her gender, but whatever. She was wearing a tank top, some cargo shorts, and a big apron. Her chest hair was billowing out under her top.
“I brought some drinks …”
“Good thinking. Now come on, it’s not getting hotter!”
She ushered him in, and soon, he found himself at the table, facing that massive person and the massive stack of protein-rich food she had prepared. Then they ate. It was astonishing. Stan was a good eater, but he was still impressed by the amount of food she was shoveling into her face. When she noticed it, she said:
“Gotta eat to grow.”
“Okay … So you have plenty of growing to do?”
“Yeah. I’m gonna be massive.”
“But … excuse me for saying it … you are massive.”
“Not massive enough.” She grinned, her broad, brutal jaw on full display. “I’m a professional wrestler, and I’m working on my comeback. That’s a job that needs a lot of mass and presence. No one’s gonna believe a 5’2” girlie girl in pink undies can fight for real.”
“Were you at any point a 5’2” girlie girl?” He couldn’t believe that was even possible. “… in pink undies?”
She laughed.
“Hard to believe, huh?”
“Impossible, really.”
“Still true.”
She kept on eating.
“Okay, I don’t believe you. That sounds like bullshit.”
“Betcha.”
“No way.”
“If I’m right, and I warn you, I am right, you’ll have to work out with me for a month, every day.”
He stared at her.
“Okay. And if I’m right … you’ll cook for me every day for a month.”
“You know you’re losing already.”
“I know. Still …”
“Whatever.” She laughed, took out her phone, picked out a picture and handed it to him. He stared at the picture. It was one of the few pictures where she had to look a bit sexy, but it mostly came across as desperate.
“That’s you?”
“That used to be me. Yeah.”
“Whoa. You’re …”
“Please, Stan, don’t say you think I was hot.”
“No. No, not at all. You know what, I’m not going to say anything. I’m just gonna nod, return the phone and continue eating.”
“Good man.” She took another big bite. “Also, you’ve just signed up for a month of hardcore training.”

After they put away the dishes, she said:
“Alright, now it’s time for you to do your duty and rid me of these.” She pointed at her thinned locks. “I don’t know why I kept them on, actually …”
“Nostalgia?”
“As I said, I don’t know. And now, it’s time to shave them.”
“Got it!”
A bit later, she sat on her chair naked while Stan massaged the shaving cream into her scalp, then started to remove the hair with careful strokes. She watched attentively as stripe after stripe of her hair was taken off. Once he was done, he carefully removed any stubble or other residuals, then washed and cleaned her scalp, giving it a good polish.
She stared at her reflection. Her shaved head only made her jaw look larger and heavier. She grinned.
“Fuck, I look like the worst bruiser ever.”
“Yeah. It’s a look.”
She ran her hand over her shiny skin and said:
“That’s some good work, Stan. I love it.”
“It looks great on you.”
She grinned and said:
“I think it’s time for the next part of the plan.”
She got up and abruptly picked him up, loading him on her broad shoulder. Then she headed to her bedroom. Time to fuck.

The next month was intense for Stan. Mel was a harsh taskmistress and skipping on workouts was unthinkable. He tried one day to get out of it and found himself dragged from his home and carried all the way to the gym.
The thing was, it worked. In that month of training, he put on three pounds of muscle and lost quite a bit of fat, changing his entire physique and making him look way buffer than before. He liked the look a lot, and found himself spending a lot of time flexing at his reflection.
Of course, next to Mel, he was tiny. That creature was getting larger and larger every day, building her muscles, stretching herself out and becoming more and more massive.
He assisted her as good as he could. He helped with the drugs, with the shaving, with the cooking and even with her hygiene, since there were spots she was finding more and more difficult to reach.
After that month, he stayed with her. He just enjoyed her muscles, his own developing body, and all the amazing sex.
Seriously, it was as if Mel was getting more aggressive and intense with every week. They would fuck half a dozen times on some days, barely getting out of bed except for working out and eating. It was incredibly intense.
And all the time, she was growing bigger and bigger and bigger.

A year later, she was back in surgery. The doctor had to get a bigger table to deal with her gigantic size. The stretching had taken forever, and now, finally, she was getting the devices removed. There would be a long recovery period, and then she was ready for her comeback. Before they put her under anesthesia, Stan had kissed her, grinning at his massive girlfriend. The year had been kind to him, and his physique now really drew attention. Of course, that only worked as long as he wasn’t standing next to Mel.
At 6’7”, she was towering over everybody, and her body was packed tight with muscle. She was an absolute hulk, bringing almost 300 pounds on the scales, and planning to get even bigger and heavier. The constant stream of roids had given her a massive gut, and only the most vigorous stretching allowed her to maintain her mobility.
By now, she was a common sight in their little town, and people treated her as something of a local freak, though not in a mean way.
Ever since the truck incident, she had turned into a kind of folk hero, though her brash and aggressive demeanor kept people at a distance. And now, it was time to finish the job.
She grinned at her muscular little man.
“See you on the other side, muscle butt.”
“I can’t wait, you ugly fuck.”
“Ooh … Yeah. That’s just what I needed to hear!”
They kissed again, and then, she was taken away.

Amelia awoke from the strangest dreams. The combination of the narcotic and the roids, plus all the other weird stuff that had happened, had sent her down a bizarre rabbit hole of visions and sensations.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled. Yes. So that was that. Now all she had to do was to recover and then get back to training.
She couldn’t wait to get back into the ring.

[El_Roy_1999]

Machine Gun Mike looked at his feet. He should probably be putting on his boots now. It was going to be time. Being invited to a Battle Royale at the Wrestling and Freestyle Corporation was a great opportunity to make his mark. Having a late starting time was also great. Sure, he wasn’t going to be part of the final third, but that was a bonus, wasn’t it? It was all about exposure at his level.
He was building his brand, and if everything went well, he would be invited to more personal bouts. Then he could go for the championship and if everything went well … he could win it and use his fame for a shot at mainstream success.
He had it all planned out. Place well in the Battle Royale, maybe even win it, and then push for the championship. His manager was even already in talks about getting him some small roles on TV and online shows. He had his social media, he was selling merchandise and personal training sessions …
And now, right now, he had doubts.
Serious doubts about his future.
Tony, his manager, came in:
“You ready, champ? It’s gonna be time to blow them away!”
Mike stared at his boots. Tony asked:
“What’s this with the boots? Why aren’t you ready?”
“Listen, Tony, you think I can still back out of this?”
“What?” Tony was genuinely surprised by these words. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. “What the fuck, Mike?”
“Tony … I’m worried.”
“Worried. Worried? Mike, are you fucking with me? Is this some kind of a joke? Are you pranking me for your social media?”
“No. No. I’m … I’m serious.”
The manager squatted down next to him.
“Okay … What’s going on? What is this shit about?”
“Have you seen that monster?”
“Which one of the dozen monsters?” The smaller man tried to give this a joking spin. He patted Mike on the shoulder. “Man, the only monster I see here is you: Machine Gun Mike, the Executioner.”
“Tony, I’m serious. I’m fucking serious. That huge … thing.”
“Mike, you gotta be more precise. This is wrestling. Everybody is huge.”
The wrestler just stared at him. Tony understood.
“Oh. That thing.”
“Yeah. Killdoza.” Mike swallowed. “You know Christiano? El Lobo Rojo?”
“Yes, what about him?”
“He fought this Killdoza.” The manager nodded to make him continue. “That beast just crushed him. Literally crushed him. He’s spending the rest of the season in a cast.”
“That’s just bullshit, Mike.”
“No, Tony, no. It’s not. It’s for fucking real. That Killdoza … That’s someone who doesn’t give a flying fuck about the rules. No honor, no respect.”
“Just normal heel stuff …”
“You don’t understand. Tony. I’m pissing my pants here.”
“Well, don’t. Also, get your boots on. We’re getting paid for this gig, so you gotta perform. Think of the money. Think of the fame. Think of the chicks.”
He started to lace up the wrestler’s boots. Still, there was this vague sensation of dread. He had trained a fair bunch of big guys in his day, and of course, they sometimes had hesitations or ended up being a bit nervous, but he never had seen anybody shake in his boots like that. Weird.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, here he is! Number 14 … It’s Machine Gun Mike!“
“Yes! This is a guy I’ve been waiting for. They call him the Executioner, and he definitely earned his name! Excellent fighter, great technique, and he absolutely has the focus to go straight for the prize and eliminate anyone who stands in his way!”
“We’ll see how he performs in this target-rich environment!”
Mike jogged down the ramp towards the ring, doing his best to keep his focused, sharp look and to appear tough and ready to fight. Inside, he was just the opposite. Happily, for now, that monster wasn’t around yet. Then again, that meant that Killdoza was still coming …
Maybe he could just give a good show and then throw the fight to get out of harm’s way …
He clambered into the ring and immediately attacked Luiz Durango, “El Matador”, with a quick kick, then pushed on into the middle of the action, doing his best to stay focused.
And then came the call.
“Number 15 … It’s … Killdoza!”
“Isn’t that name supposed to be longer, Johnny?”
“I can’t read that on national television, Stu …”
“Yeah … Holy moly. This is one big mother-beep …”
Mike stopped and stared, which immediately brought him into an armlock by El Matador.
The creature that was advancing towards the ring turned everybody’s heads. Amelia loved it. She adored the looks of disgust and terror that surrounded her. They were afraid. Deadly afraid, and rightfully so!
Stan was accompanying her in his valet’s suit that showed off his broad shoulders and slim waist. Amelia’s new outfit was as simple as it was fitting. She had opted for a beige loincloth that left absolutely nothing to imagination regarding the size of her clit and a huge fur cloak that displayed her enormous upper body with its heavy pecs, covered in thick hair.
Her scalp gleamed in the venue lights, and her massive jaw was jutting out brutally, giving her an absolutely primitive look. This combined with her elongated arms further increased the feral aspect.
She was looking like something out of a pulp fantasy story, some strange monster out of the ice ages. The effect was further enhanced by the geometric tattoos she got on her enormous shoulders and forearms. She threw off the cloak, pounded her huge chest, and made rude gestures at the audience. Stan wondered whether this was smart. One of the spectators shouted something insulting at her. She just headed to him, looked down on him, and roared in his face, leaving the man to turn very pale, while the guys around him cheered.

As she reached the ring, she grinned insanely, causing the other fighters to hesitate. She wasn’t the tallest fighter in that brawl … but holy hell, she was one of the heaviest and most muscular. She easily jumped into the ring, her whole 400 pounds of muscle seeming to propel themselves upwards in one mad push.
She landed in the crowd, and let out a mighty bellow.
The look was as intense as the sound … Her neck turned into a massive bundle of sinews and muscle and for a moment, it looked as if she were going to bite on of the guys in half.
One of the men actually turned and ran.
She laughed horribly, and launched herself after him, half running on her legs, half using her muscular arms to propel herself, then slammed the fleeing man against the ropes. He bounced back at her, and she caught him, then swung the whole man around, smashing him into two other fighters.
Machine Gun Mike stared at this display of absolute power. He was standing there, barely breathing. He felt small and weak as the monster tore through the brawl, dispatching the other fighters with brutal ease. She left no cheap trick unused, punching the guys in the groin, headbutting them, kneeing them in the stomach, twisting arms and slapping grown musclemen around with ease.
The crowd was going wild.
The chants grew louder and louder.
“KILL-DO-ZA! KILL-DO-ZA! KILL-DO-ZA! KILL-DO-ZA!”
Amelia loved this. It was like a fever dream, a frenzy, an ecstatic experience. She felt light as a feather, and she dominated these fuckers completely. As the ring cleared itself, the managers brought more guys in to cover for the losses. They were met by a raging monstrosity, forming impromptu alliances just to manage her.
The brawl went on, but Killdoza showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, she seemed to feed on the attention and the energy in the room.
The management saw that the audience was rooting for this mega-heel and decided to change the schedule. Feeding mid-tier wrestlers into the meatgrinder was pointless.
Amelia was just stomping Jimmy Franco into the canvas while slapping Azad Jackson around. Her body was glistening with sweat, her muscles pumped and ripped from the exertion.

There was a sudden pause, like a mighty drawing of breath. Amelia grinned and shouted:
“So you’re finally bringing someone worthwhile?”
The entrance music started to blare and there he was …
Sonny Turner, the Golden Boy, accompanied by a whole mob of supporters and stage hands. Azad Jackson hissed:
“You’re fucked, Killdoza!”
“By these idiots? Nah. They wish.”
She tossed the man away and pointed her chin at the approaching fan favorite. Then she did a most muscular pose. The effect was … intense. The crowd broke into hoots and cheers and Sonny hesitated for a moment. He suddenly realized he knew her.
So did she.
Apparently, “Thor Richardson” had reinvented himself as “Sonny Turner”, and now, the sizes were a bit reversed. His 6’6” frame was nice, but 6’7” on Killdoza meant she now outsized him in every way.
Well, he had to do this, didn’t he?
He climbed into the ring as most of the other men got out and stared at her. She was big …
Grinning, she said:
“Ready for another beatdown, Thor?”

[El_Roy_1999]

The guy did his best not to shit his pants right away. Instead, he opted for an attempt to put on a brave face.
“Who the hell are you even? And what’s a Thor?”
He did his best to go for his Sonny Turner personality. The audience loved it and cheered for him. She grunted and said:
“Looks like you need a little slap on the back of your head to jog your memory, little man!”
And it was on!
Sonny went in immediately, trying to stay close to prevent her from using her superior reach. Amelia had expected this, and acted accordingly. His first blow struck her giant chest, and she just flexed her gargantuan pecs and caught his strike without even flinching.
Then she wrapped her arms around him.
Sonny stared in shock as these massive bars of muscle closed in on him. There was just muscle on top of muscle, and it was all packed close and tight in those arms.
He tried to duck under them, but she pushed him now, using her giant roid gut to drive him before her. The audience appreciated this. She was huge and disgusting, but her confidence and the sheer power of her movements was enough to win them over.
Seeing that the close technique was pointless against her, Sonny switched his strategy.
He ran.
The muscleman did his best to put some distance between himself and that hulking monster. She swung after him, trying to catch him, but he evaded her. This caused some of the audience to boo him. A Sonny Turner wasn’t supposed to be a cowardly weakling! He was the All-American Joker, the guy who always got back up and kept smiling!
As soon as he was out of reach, Sonny ran against the ropes, got himself plenty of momentum, and raced across the canvas, to the other side, leaning in hard, bouncing back …
Mel already understood what he was trying to do. She dropped her guard to taunt him into an unplanned attack. She did her best to look a bit overwhelmed. This wasn’t too hard for her given her bestial looks.
The guy came running. He jumped. Sonny rose through the air, bringing his legs together in one mighty kick right into Killdoza’s side.
He was flying now, the enormous brute looking confused.
Then, in a fragment of a second, her expression sharpened and she grinned. The spectators that caught this screamed with delight.
With a speed no one had expected, she twisted around, her enormous body moving with amazing quickness. She swung her arm, and swatted the muscleman out of the air like a fly.
The bang of that blow was heard all over the venue. It must even have hurt her to do this.
Sonny’s trajectory was abruptly changed, and the man lost his tension, flying off and over the ropes. He slammed into the barriers that protected the audience with a crash. For a moment, the man was stunned, looking pretty crushed by this sudden turnaround.
The referee climbed down to get a good look at what was happening. Sonny had to get back into the ring, and quick.
Above, Killdoza climbed the ropes. Her apelike proportions made it easier to do so, even if she was so heavy as to make the whole construction groan. She stood on top now and roared in triumph. It was a horrible, guttural sound, far beyond anything a human throat should be able to produce.
Then she took aim. Sonny had opened his eyes. The spectators behind the barriers moved back, looking both excited and nervous at the same time.
Sonny scrambled to his feet, hoping to get out of the way.
Amelia launched herself from the ropes and dropped down on him like a meteor. People scrambled to get out of the way. She landed on him, burying him under her massive muscles. She was ecstatic. Sure, it hurt, but it felt so good! Feeling her gargantuan, distended muscles burying the guy, feeling the sweat, the heaviness, their bodies so close …
The poor guy tried to get away, but she held him tight. Sonny fans started throwing chairs at her but she ignored them. Instead, she got up, keeping the man in her grip. She hoisted him on her massive shoulder and headed back for the ring.
That’s when the rest of Sonny’s stable joined in. The announcers were going crazy in their booth. Suddenly, the Battle Royale was on again. The wrestlers that had already been eliminated joined in again, while other fighters just showed up to pile into the mess.
One of the organizers tried his best to stop them, but it turned out that being a 150-pound weakling wasn’t much use when faced with a massive wrestling dude.
Amelia dropped Sonny in the ring and went on to pin him. The man managed to recover enough to try and free himself. The whole action around them was going on, growing increasingly more insane. The audience was elated. They had paid for a simple show, now they were getting everything all at once. A few of the more optimistic, if not overconfident members even tried to join in the fun.
Sonny managed to break out of her grip when one of the other wrestlers distracted her by falling on her. He rolled and got back up, then charged her, slamming his knee right into her face. He caught her right on the chin. If it wasn’t for her implant there, she would probably have been knocked out. Like this, though, she just cleared her head, grinned, and went in on him.
The two muscledudes grappled with each other, trying to drop the other one. As they strained against each other’s mass, they both understood that they were at a pretty incredible level.
There was a flash of mutual respect.
Amelia grinned, her swollen, sweaty face distorting as she did that. Fuck, this was turning her on! She could feel her clit swell up, and she was pretty sure Sonny was getting horny too. She growled at him, trying to move him.
The man did his best to resist him. She pushed on now, the burst of arousal giving her extra energy. She brought him against the ropes, leaning in on him.
Oh Lord, she needed to fuck now! Where was Stan?
Sonny grinned at her and whispered:
“Is this making you horny?”
She grinned stupidly and nodded.
“Good.”
That’s when that asshole kneed her in the crotch.
The spectators booed. They couldn’t see much, but it was obvious that something unfair had happened. Amelia groaned as jolts of pain went through her body.
Fuck.
That hurt like hell …
She stumbled away and Sonny followed up, swinging himself on her bullneck and using the momentum to launch her on the ground. She lost her footing and fell, barely able to break her fall. Now he was on top of her, twisting her arm. He was resting on top of the fallen mountain of muscle. She tried to free herself, but it was impossible. The lock she was in was unbreakable from her position.
One of the referees showed up and started counting her out.
Frustrated, she bellowed in pain and anger.
She heard the asshole’s breathless chuckles.
Then she decided to destroy him.
With a crack, she twisted her arm out of its socket. Instantly, Sonny lost his position. She grunted, rolled him off her back and caught her remaining arm around his neck. The big man found himself caught in a smelly, sweaty headlock, her massive biceps pressing into his throat. She choked him, holding him in position.
The referee counted as Sonny was starting to black out.
“And he’s out!”
She released him just as the guy lost consciousness. She got back up, her body looking increasingly bruised and devastated. She slammed her shoulder back in position, then stumbled, needing to hold to the ropes. Around her, the fight was going on, but Sonny’s defeat had taken a lot of energy out of his friends.
Still, Amelia had to get out of here. Even if she didn’t win the event, she still had proved just how powerful she was …

Stan and Amelia returned to the hotel much later. A visit at the doctor’s was needed to make sure her arm was alright. The poor guy had been very impressed, no, shocked by the sheer size of her arm. When she explained to him the whole array of drugs she was on, the doctor had just stared and hesitated.
After a bit of sweettalking by Stan, he accepted to treat her. A thorough examination had him tie down her shoulder, which ended up using more than one roll of bandages. However, she did feel better already.
He also suggested she should maybe let it rest for a while, preferably a month or two, and maybe look for a calmer, less dangerous job in the meantime.
Amelia wasn’t sure she liked the suggestion, but the massive fight had taken a lot of energy out of her, so she agreed.
Once in the hotel room, clean and happy, she rested with Stan at her side.
Before they turned off the lights for the night, he said:
“You know what, I’m going to get you a nice and cozy job as a backup.”
She was skeptical.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Just you wait!”
He turned off the lights.

[El_Roy_1999]

The online communities were excited. Being able to hire Killdoza … THE Killdoza for personal wrestling sessions? For muscle worship? For domination? The various shmoes and subs were exploding with horniness. Fan art was already circulating, and the customers were getting extremely loud about this!
Sure, her time was expensive, but what else could you expect? No one had ever seen a monster like her! This wasn’t the usual vaguely unhappy offseason bodybuilder that was trying to make a buck … It was the most muscular and enormous female ever! And she was so tall! Even without heels, she would tower over anybody! If her show was good too, then they had finally found the holy grail of female muscle domination!
Walter had read all the discussions. He had to admit they sounded impressive. A woman that size? A real woman? And one that was so strong? And carried her dominance so easily? He decided to give it a try.
He arranged for a session at one of the better hotels when he was in town. She agreed, suggesting they meet at the bar for a bit of a warm-up. He was surprised, but went for it. He had expected her to just show up at the hotel room, but apparently, she preferred it this way.
Who was he to argue?
As agreed, he waited at one of the tables at the bar, just out of sight. He was doing everything he could to look like a charming, elegant gentleman waiting for his date.
It took a bit. He was getting nervous now. Did she dump him? Was this all a trick? He hesitated. Maybe this was all a setup? He hadn’t paid for anything yet, but …
No. It didn’t make sense. She was just fashionably late, right?
He looked at his watch discreetly. She was fifteen minutes late. Nothing to be worried a …
His train of thought was derailed.
The woman …
He felt all his energy drain out of him, or more correctly into his dick. His heart was beating like a jackhammer. He stared at her, his eyes starting to hurt from not blinking.
His throat was dry.
Amelia stepped into the bar, wearing her custom six-inch-heel boots. They had to be especially built to contain her enormous calves, and to be honest, she was starting to find them a little tight lately. She was wearing a midnight blue leather dress that clung to her tanned skin, short enough to barely cover the top half of her insanely large thighs. The dress was perfectly simple, just a halter design, but a body like hers needed little dressing up. She had added a pair of matching opera gloves and a steel choker. Her scalp was gleaming in the low light of the bar. She had a heavy coat thrown over her enormous shoulders. Her makeup was on point, having spent quite some time getting it just right. After all, it shouldn’t soften her features too much, but still give her a certain glamour …
As she caught her look in one of the mirrors, she couldn’t help grinning smugly. Her jaws looked amazing like that … Though maybe she should get them augmented once more, to increase the size? The nose too … Maybe now the doctor would be willing to give her that boxer look …
Walter jumped to his feet.
“Mistress … Killdoza?”
“Call me Mel for the evening. Queen Mel.”
“My queen …”
“Take my coat.”
The man walked around her and she shrugged it off, letting it drop on him. Walter wasn’t small or weak, but that thing still shocked him with its mass. He struggled to catch it and hold it up. It was so long … He had to lift his arms to stop it from brushing on the ground.
Amelia grinned:
“Don’t you dare let it touch the floor. It’s my coat. It deserves the best treatment.”
Walter was getting hard already.
He carefully waddled over to the coat-rack and hoisted that thing over one of the hooks. Without looking, she added:
“Use a hanger.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
“Queen.”
Her voice had a slight sound of irritation.
“Queen! Queen! Of course.”
“Good.”
He did as he was told, finding the hanger to be a bit on the short side. The coat’s collar was a bit too wide for it, which meant that it slipped off if the hanger wasn’t in perfect balance.
Nervously, Walter turned to the barkeeper:
“Do you have a longer hanger?”
The man shrugged, concealing his amusement.
“Oh … okay …”
Walter got harder and harder as he tried to balance the coat. He heard her heavy steps close in on him.
“Is there a problem?”
“No, my Queen! Everything is fine … I just need to … you know … find an equilibrium!”
She watched him with a certain amusement. Then Mel pushed against him, her heavy chest pressing against the back of his head. His hands started shaking. That coat was so heavy and his position was awkward …
“I almost have it …”
She chuckled, looking down on him now. At 7’1”, she was absolutely towering over him, and he could see her enormous chin loom above him.
“If you don’t get this done right now, little man, I’ll hang you right next to my coat … And then you can watch me enjoy a nice whiskey. Or actually not, because you’re going to face the wall …”
She lifted her leg a little, pushing her gargantuan thigh against his ass. He shook in his clothes now. Walter was so horny now, he was slowly soaking his underwear in his pre-cum. And so far, nothing had happened!
And then it happened.
He dropped the coat. It just slipped off the hanger. He scrambled to try and catch it, but it was too late. It landed on the floor.
There was a terrifying silence.
Instantly, he knelt down and tried to pick it up, making sure there wasn’t a smudge of dirt on it. She watched him from above. He dared look up, and saw the giant, looming figure above him. The smell of his cum was spreading. He was so excited!
Nervously, he tried to offer his excuses. His voice sounded all shrill.
“My Queen, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to … drop your coat. I … can I make it up somehow?”
She just laughed, and before he could say something, she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and lifted him up. Despite the heels, she had a perfectly stable stance. Walter shook in horniness as he rose and rose. Then, he saw the clothes rack approach. She put the hook under his tie, suspending him face against the wall. He could breathe, but it was terribly uncomfortable. He managed to get his toes on the bottom of the rack.
Then she threw the coat on top of him.
He was swathed in darkness. It was warm, and the whole coat was soaked in her powerful musk. He was struggling to remain standing, while his cock was dripping cum down his pants legs.
Amelia got herself a drink and sat down, her eyes on the rack. The waiter clearly disapproved of this, but he found it better not to discuss the matter with this monster.
The giant woman lifted a leg and poked it into the small of Walter’s back. The poor man winced. This was all so hot and humiliating …

When she had finished her drink, she smacked her lips and got up. She took her coat and threw it on her shoulders with a wide swirl.
Walter gasped. His pants were thoroughly soaked already. She detached him and lowered him down. Then she headed for the foyer.
“Are you coming, little man? The room is waiting.”
“Of course, my Queen! I’m right behind you!”
She chuckled. Then she added:
“Take the stairs. I don’t want you to stink up the elevator with your cum. It’s bad enough that you couldn’t control yourself.”
For a moment, he wanted to protest, but she just glared at him. He complied.

Far above on the tenth floor, she waited for him. When he didn’t show up, she descended the stairs and found him exhausted.
“Tired, little man?”
“Yes, my Queen.”
She grinned.
“Whatever.”
She grabbed him by his belt and lifted him with just one hand, then carried him up without much effort. The poor little man was hard again. Once upstairs, she dropped him on the floor and gave him a good kick in the butt.
“Enough rest! Get going!”
She pointed at the door of their suite. The man wanted to get up. She shook her head.
“Stay down. Get on with it.”
On all fours, he crawled to the door. Then she took out the keycard and held it up.
“Take it.”
He lifted a hand.
“With your mouth.”
“Yes, my Queen.”
He complied. Then he turned and inserted it awkwardly. The door sprang open.
She laughed and said:
“Get in!”
He barely escaped another kick in his ass.

[El_Roy_1999]

In the hotel room, she said:
“Take off your clothes.”
“Yes, my Queen.”
He did as he was told, stepping out of them. His jizz covered hair was sticking everywhere. She raised an eyebrow.
“Fold them. I will not tolerate you making a mess.”
“Of course, my Queen.”
He carefully put them away. She sighed:
“Barely acceptable.” She harrumphed. “Down on your knees.”
“Yes, my Queen.”
He did just that, staring at her enormous mass from below.
“Lick my boot.”
He obeyed, his tongue touching the shiny leather. The taste was pretty disgusting, but the little man cherished it. She watched him from above as he worked his tongue over the thick material. Then she lifted her other foot and slowly set its heel on his back. The point made him yelp in pain.
“Be very careful, little man. I won’t allow you to ruin the sheen.”
“Of course not, my Queen! It will be perfect!”
“I doubt it.”
She increased the pressure, driving him into the carpeting. He squealed in pain as the metal tip of the heel squeezed into his skin. He could feel the insane weight of this woman press down on him, and even then, she was holding back. He knew in this moment that she could just skewer him on that boot, simply by stumbling. She wouldn’t stumble … at least he prayed for it.
At the same time, he was incredibly horny. His naked cock was rubbing against the carpet as it got harder and harder. He was delighted by this whole situation.
Amelia looked down on this sad little man and thought of Eric. She hadn’t thought of him for quite a while. As her customer switched to the other boot, she found herself wondering what happened to him. The idiot had probably managed to crash his life already. That would be just like him …
Suddenly, she remembered her own self. Fuck, she had been so pathetic, it was disgusting. Thinking of her previous life, she found herself getting angry.
The poor guy below her was just happy to have dealt with the boots, managing as good a sheen as he could with his tongue. She grunted and pushed him away.
“Aren’t you happy, my Queen?”
“Do I look happy?”, she roared at him, veins popping up under her thick forehead.
The customer was literally terrified. He prostrated himself in front of her, begging for her clemency.
“My Queen, I am so sorry I disappointed you!”
The storm of hormones in her body swept her away and made her lose her temper completely. She went down on him like an avalanche of muscle, her body enormous and terrifying.
The little man screamed in horny terror, then found himself buried under her insane mass.

The customer’s review was enough to spark massive interest in Amelia’s services. She could now basically chose her customers any way she wanted and name her price. The huge musclewoman enjoyed this tremendously. For the first time in her life, she was making absurd amounts of money for a job she actually had fun with.
Stan was surprised to see her this happy. He stayed in the background during all this, working as a discreet valet, organizing dates and making sure that the customers knew the rules.
He also assisted Amelia with her wardrobe and made sure she was comfortable. Also, the more money came in, he ended up in charge of their home.
Of course, the enormous woman made it worth his while. Even though theirs was not a deep, loving relationship, they were both happy to have each other.
After a particularly intense session, after the customer had left, she dropped on the bed, making the whole construction creak. It was clearly not built for someone as heavy and tall as hers. Her legs stood out quite a bit, the heels making things even worse.
She patted the mattress next to her and said:
“Come here, Stan.”
He nodded and sat down by her enormous body. She grinned.
“Suck my clit.”
He immediately complied, pulling down her leather panties she wore for the occasion and freeing her thick clit surrounded by dark, curly hair. Licking and sucking her appendage, he found her soaking her underwear almost immediately. Stan was getting horny from the intense, manly smell of Amelia’s crotch.
Then he felt her mighty hand on the back of his head. He groaned as she pushed him deeper.
She chuckled.
“I think I’ll get this thing plumped a bit …”
“Mff … your … mff … clit?”
“Yeah. I think I want it big and thick. As thick as your wrist … Yeah. And I think I need my jaw to be even bigger …”
“Fff. Fuck … That would be incredible.”
“I know.”
She gasped, her strong hand gripping the sheets while she kept pushing him closer into her sticky cunt.
“Mmmh … this is great. Stan … all those idiots and pathetic little fucks, they’re amateurs … You’re the true king of licking my pussy …”
“I’m glad …”
“Shut up and keep licking!”
“Yes, Mel …”
“Ffff …”
She came, soaking the man’s face thoroughly. Amelia shifted her heavy body on the sheets, letting the bed creak and just enjoying what had just happened. Then she spread her massive legs and said:
“Fuck me while I tell you the best news.”
Stan immediately complied, although he felt a little queasy about the sheer hardness and power of her pussy. That thing … she had trained it hard too, and he was pretty sure that she could squish his cock into a pulp with it. Still, he had to trust her, hadn’t he?
He fucked her, his own muscles allowing him to keep up the kind of pace she enjoyed while her clit was rubbing against the lowest row of his abs. He grinned stupidly at her enormous size. He felt incredible, fucking this goddess!
“So, what’s new?”, he asked between strokes.
“That last guy … He wants to hire me as a chief of security and coach at his private college …”
“Holy shit. That guy’s insane, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, but insane with a lot of money. And you know I loooove to work with teenagers …”
She grunted as he shot his load into her hard pussy.

[El_Roy_1999]

“What was that? What the actual fuck were you trying to do, Cooper? Close dancing? Erotic massage? Pantomime?”
“I’m sorry, Coach Jenner … I … I wasn’t focusing enough.”
“Yeah. That’s it. You’re not focusing! You can only win if you want to win. You can have the strongest muscles, the best technique, the greatest training, if you don’t have the right mindset, you’re fucked. You’re never win anything!”
The wrestling team nodded. They were all fit young men in their leotards in all sizes and they were staring at the floor, taking the dressing down by their coach as good as they could.
Amelia then launched into an individual critique of every athlete. She mercilessly pointed out their weak points and told the rest of the team to watch out for those and make sure they would get them to improve.
By the time she was done, the wrestling team was exhausted. That was a lot to take in. Her observations were great, but damn, did she not hold back at all.
“Alright, boys, let’s train!”
She clapped her hands like a thunderstrike and set them up in pairs. Amelia took her time, walked through the practices, and adjusted stances and moves as they worked. Then, she did a round with the heaviest guys each.
It was no contest. She was taller and heavier than any of them, and she really just played with them, but it was absolutely obvious that she knew her stuff. By the time the practice session was over, everybody was covered in sweat and lying on the mats, just trying to process the intensity of it all. Noone of them had ever trained as hard as this.
Amelia grinned. Those guys were cute, but maybe she could whip them into a shape that just might be enough to satisfy her expectations. Maybe.
While the boys were resting, she had barely broken a sweat. They were really not much of a challenge, and pinning each one of them with perfect ease made it clear how much work was still ahead of them.
Just then, someone entered the gym.
“Wow. This place reeks. What did you do in here?”
Amelia knew that voice. She turned to face the newcomer.
Chloe.
Chloe. That fucking bitch that had ruined her job at the other school. She was still as stuck-up and useless as before, only now, she was older and had obviously decided that looking slutty was the best choice … Obviously, though, the young woman didn’t recognize Amelia. That would definitely have been difficult.
One of Amelia’s students groaned:
“Sorry, Chloe … Our new coach got us to practice, and she really knows what she is doing …”
“She?” The young woman sounded genuinely surprised. Again, this was understandable. Amelia was towering over everybody in the room, her shaved head, massive jaws and enormous muscles certainly didn’t suggest any femininity at all. “Wait … This is a woman?”
Chloe acted as if Amelia wasn’t even there. The huge woman was a bit surprised by this behavior.
Eventually, she cleared her throat.
“Johnson, how about you finish up for us today? You just earned yourself mat duty.”
Chloe’s boyfriend looked crestfallen.
“But Coach …”
“Maybe your girl can assist you. That might teach her something about interrupting practice.”
Chloe stared at her in a combination of disgust and confusion:
“What? You expect me to … touch those sweaty mats?”
Amelia grinned.
“Hey, Johnson, you just earned your nickname!”
The other wrestlers chuckled. Then one of them got up and slapped his back:
“Have fun, Mats!”
“Fuck you, Mendez.”
The wrestlers filed out, while Amelia gave him a big grin, then she headed for the showers too. Chloe stared at her, still shocked by her disgusting looks. Also, there was maybe a spark of recognition.

Soon enough, the wrestling team improved tremendously, taking the state trophy. Amelia was quite happy with those results, although she still kept mercilessly critiquing her boys. At the same time, her ringside manners were shocking enough to cause the referees to insist on her staying a little further off.
Watching her scream at the fighters in her deep, bellowing voice was enough to make the other team shake in their leotards. Obviously, that further helped her own athletes.
The whole thing was great. Amelia was enjoying herself. The students were progressing nicely, the college principal was happy about his decision, and her side-business flourished. Also, she kept competing in pro wrestling, and she was definitely making a mark there too. The only thing she disliked was that the principal insisted she wear a mask in the ring now. Not that she minded much, but after getting even larger implants inserted in her jaw, she wanted to show off …

After the finals, she invited the team for dinner. The boys were happily devouring burger after burger, with her right in the middle of it all.
They were laughing, talking about the matches and enjoying their time together. Suddenly, Cooper looked up and poked Johnson in the shoulder:
“Hey, Mats, trouble on your six.”
“What?”
“Your girl …”
“Oh shit.”
He turned around, but Chloe already flew right into his face. To the rest of team’s surprise, she gave him hell. No word of admiration for his success, no sign of respect, nothing. As far as Amelia could tell, she had a bad day and had written him a message to come over and comfort her, but he hadn’t seen it, having turned the phone off for the tournament and then forgetting to switch it back on.
That was reason enough for a massive screamfest. Then she just slapped him right in the face at full power.
Johnson tried to say something, but he was both speechless and shocked. Amelia had enough. She got up. It took her a while. The booths in the restaurant were not conceived for people as big as her. Then, she walked towards Chloe and caught her by the scruff of her neck. She lifted her up and up and up, her feet dangling uselessly in the air.
The enormous musclewoman held her out at arm’s length without any visible strain.
“Young lady, your behavior is unacceptable. Our Mats here has just won a nice trophy with his team, and the last thing he needs is getting screamed at by … you.”
Chloe was shocked. It took her a moment to summon enough energy to resist, but then she squealed:
“Let me go, you freak! You can’t do this to me! Let me goooo!”
Amelia didn’t.
Instead, she grinned and started lifting the girl higher and higher.
“Gaaah! Help! Help!”
The restaurant staff looked at what was going on. Then one of the waitresses caught a look of Chloe. Clearly, she recognized her, and her opinion was … unimpressed. So she walked up to them and said:
“I don’t know what your beef is, but take it outside.”
Chloe was quite shocked by this:
“Wait! You can’t do this! You have to stop her!”
The waitress shrugged.
“I’ll call the cops … later. You’re the one who dumped her food on my pants last week, right? Too spicy, right? Got my boss to give you a new one and letting me pay for it. Well … you’ll just have to hope for the best.”
Then she turned to the rest of the team:
“Okay, boys, do you need anything? Sorry about the background music. It’s so loud I can barely hear anything.”
Mendez grinned sarcastically:
“Yeah. Must be something like that.”
Chloe howled as Mats looked away.

Amelia emerged into the cool of the street. The place was calm. After all, it was a quaint little college town. Occasionally, some people passed in the background, but those preferred not to get into trouble. Amelia lowered Chloe down to her eyelevel, which still meant the young woman couldn’t touch the ground with her feet.
“Don’t you dare hurt me! My dad’s the CEO of Q Corp! He’ll make you pay!”
Amelia’s grin spread.
“Q Corp? Seriously? Now that’s a bit of luck!”
“What do you mean?” The young woman was confused.
“Your dad, is he a tall slim guy with a beard? Has a voice like this?” Amelia struggled to push her register up to the man’s rather squeaky voice. “Middle name is Constantinos?”
“Um … yeah … But he never tells anybody about that …”
“Incredible.” Clearly, that guy was one of her customers. What a small world! “Okay, Chloe, here’s how this is going to work: From now on, you’re going to leave my team alone and act like the best little girl your parents ever wanted. Because if you don’t, I swear to God, I’m going to fuck you up bad. Bad bad, understood?”
The young woman paled. Then she suddenly realized something.
“Wait … You’re … you’re Ms. Jenner from school, aren’t you?”
“Yes. That would be me. Well, it turns out I don’t have any hair you can cut off anymore, girl. But that doesn’t mean I have forgotten or forgiven. So, I think you understand me now, do you?”
The suspended young woman swallowed. Amelia was still holding her like this without any effort. Then, slowly, Amelia increased the pressure of her grip. Chloe gasped, her neck tightening.
“Ggggg … Oh God … Hlp! Hlp! I get it! I get it! Please, let me goooo …”
A trickle of piss ran down her leg. Amelia gave her another squeeze on her neck just to make her point, then tossed her into the alley to the trash.
Towering over her, she said:
“You got me, right?”
Her voice raspy, Chloe managed a low “yes …”, then scrambled away on all fours.
Amelia wiped her hands and returned inside. She hoped the boys still had some food left for her.

[El_Roy_1999]

Eric Stevens walked down the grounds of the college. Being newly appointed to the board was quite the improvement. His new wife Martha’s family was very influential in these things and she had eagerly provided him with this position. Martha was always eager to please. Eric grinned. He still had it. The women he encountered were always willing to do everything for him. That was the secret, wasn’t it? Treat them like shit, and they would bend over backwards to make him happy!
Besides, being involved in college politics opened plenty of new possibilities for him. Not necessarily academic ones, but he wasn’t interested in those anyway.
No, the real advantage of this was that there were so many women to fuck!
It was incredible. Being on the board meant that everybody’s careers here depended on him, and his newfound influence could always be used to make peoples’ lives easier or … harder.
And some of these women were amazing! Sure, there were a few dumpy old ladies, but … they could suck him off all the same. And getting one of the sports teachers to ride him was great, and not that difficult.
Basically, this was heaven. He had plenty of women to fuck, a wonderful income, and a wife waiting at home for him, desperate to keep his attention. It was excellent.
He entered the female gym teachers’ hall and looked around. The women were busy with paperwork, on the phone, or just relaxing for a bit. The school insisted that all unmarried female teachers had to live on campus, which Eric interpreted as the founders sharing his way of thinking …
The women looked up and smiled at him. Some of the smiles were probably fake, but Eric didn’t give a flying fuck. Instead, he started on his spiel about how amazing the women’s work as educators was and how he admired them. Then he led them on little rants about how the students were out of shape and how he was impressed by their fitness.
Then, without thinking, he ended up about his nerdy ex-wife and her strange love for Shakespeare. The gym teachers shrugged and did their best to smile.
“Can you imagine that? She actually knew all those sonnets by heart, and she would drop quote after quote … It was kinda ridiculous. Sometimes, I wonder what happened to her … And then, I don’t.”
The gym teachers smiled vaguely. This guy was rather annoying in his way. A few of them did their best to sound supportive to his blabbing.
“You’re right … I never understood the point of all that nerdy bookishness …”
“Exactly! That’s what I love about you ladies! You’re fit! You take care of yourselves. You’re not dumpy old maids, but incredible amazons. None of you would go … what was it again … She used to recite those all the time to keep them in her memory … ‘But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty! I am perjur’d most‘ … Something like that …“
“For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, And all my honest faith in thee is lost.”
A deep, rumbling voice was heard from the door. Eric turned around, wondering who just said that. To his surprise, he saw an absolute giant come in. That guy was an enormous bodybuilder, his body packed to the brim with muscle, with a face only a mother could love, and reluctantly to that.
The face actually looked vaguely familiar. Had he already seen that guy before? Eric wasn’t sure.
The huge man walked in and was greeted by the women:
“Hi Mel! How was practice?”
“Fine. The boys are a bit cocky right now, but I can’t blame them.”
“Yeah. You pushed them hard and it paid off. Isn’t that what it’s all about?”
Eric realized he was being ignored.
“Um.” He approached the giant. “Hi. I’m Eric Stevens, a member of the board. Who are you, and what are you doing in the female teachers’ room?”
The titan chuckled:
“Eric, I know who you are, you scumbag.”
He was taken aback by the answer.
“How dare you call me …”
“A scumbag? Pretty easy. Come on, Eric, are you seriously pathetic enough to get the team to suck you off like this?”
“What? No! Of course not. I … I … Do I know you?”
Amelia grinned and gave him a disbelieving look.
“You don’t recognize me? Even after that quote? What kind of a sad sack of shit are you, Eric?”
“Wait … Mel … Amelia? Is that … how … how did this happen? This can’t be real!”
The other teachers stared at him. One of them asked:
“Wait … this is your ex?”
“I thought he’d be bigger.”
“Yeah. Such a puny fucker.”
“Seriously, Mel, when you told us about him, we thought he’d be taller than you …”
Mel laughed:
“Back then, he was. That didn’t stay that way, though.”
“He is as big a jerk as you said, though.”
Eric was realizing that things were going very, very badly, and he tried to gently back out of the room. Mel followed him with powerful strides.
“I heard you found a new wife to treat like shit.”
“Um … Hey, listen, nice to see you again, but I gotta go …”
“You do? Oh. Okay. Don’t let me detain you.”
“Wait … You mean …”
“No, you fuckhead!”
With surprising speed for someone her size, she shot forward, caught him by the throat and lifted him up.
The other sports teachers watched with amusement. More than once, Mel had been so nice as to help them take care of annoying men.
“Amelia … Please … let me … let me go … I’m sorry …”
She laughed throatily.
“You’re not. But you’ll be.”
She increased the pressure on his throat. Her strong hand started squeezing his windpipe. The sudden restriction on his breathing made him panic. At the same time, without wanting it, his cock got hard. Amelia noticed it and chuckled.
“Man, you’re not even pathetic anymore, Eric.”
“Ggg! Hlp! Hlp!”
She turned to the other women:
“I can’t just kill him now, can I?”
There was a brief hesitation, then they shook their heads. Somehow, Eric had managed to be red in the face and pale at the same time.
“Well, I still would like to be rid of him.”
“I … I ggggo …”
He tried to say something, but she didn’t care. Instead, she carried him outside at arm’s length without the slightest difficulty.
“You know, Eric, I changed quite a bit over the last years. I think, in a good way? My life has certainly gotten easier.”
“Gd …”
“Yes. Good. Wonderful, really. And the last thing I need is you stumbling back into it. Happily, I have found a field in which you are completely useless and unable to disturb me. And man, do I love wrestling …”
He stared at her.
“Ffff … Klldoza?”
“Yes, Eric. That’s me. I’m Killdoza. And you’re lucky! You’re going to be able to experience first hand how a flying powerbomb feels!”
With these words, she got him in position. Now that he could speak again, he squealed:
“Please, no! Please let me go! Ameliaaaaa …”
It was already too late. She was running now, her mighty strides covering the distance at full speed. She headed up the little knoll close to the building. Eric screamed, trailing a long, panicked howl behind them, then she jumped.
The colossal woman rose high in the air, then, at the apex of the jump, she lifted him off her shoulders, and threw him downwards.
The force of the throw was incredible and Eric found himself accelerated to a worrying speed, shooting downwards to the ground. His mind struggled to process what was happening. Amelia was continuing her trajectory above him and he realized he should have hit the ground by now.
Then he hit the water of the pond.
Eric disappeared into the murky depths, swallowing a big mouthful of the stagnant water, then desperately swam to the surface. It wasn’t that deep and he could actually stand in it, but he looked absolutely ridiculous as he did so.
Then he emerged from the pond, soaked in muddy water and covered with algae and other plants. He looked absolutely pathetic.
Amelia had landed on the other side of the pond and walked up to him.
“Time to go. Never show your face here again.” She looked dead serious. “Oh, and I think it’s time you forfeited custody to me. I think this school might be a better environment for a child than wherever you have dumped him. Sammy might take some time to adjust to his mother’s new look, but I guess he’ll manage.”
The very wet Eric nodded and walked away while the other gym teachers couldn’t help grinning up to their ears.
Mel wiped her hands:
“Let’s go, ladies. We’ve got work to do.”

Much later, Stan was cuddling against his giant wife’s body. After sucking her huge clit and getting his own cock ridden until it was raw, he was just happy to be with her. Her telling him about her day had shocked, then amused him.
Apparently, Eric had resigned from the board the same day and made sure the paperwork was on his way.
He looked up to the huge woman and kissed her massive cheek.
“Weird how it all worked out in the end …”
She chuckled:
“It was mostly luck, I guess.”
“Nah. You put in the work.”
“Still lucky. Lucky to have you.”
“Yeah. Same.”
They kissed again.
“So, what’s next?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to see how things go with Sammy. And I would like to return to the ring soon. I just don’t know what the next evolution after Killdoza would be …”
“Bulldoza, Killdoza, Fuckdoza?”
She chuckled:
“Don’t be stupid. I can’t be Fuckdoza on national TV!”
“Yeah. Well, you know how it is … We’ll figure it out.”
“We will.”
They kissed again.

[El_Roy_1999]

And it's the end! I hope you enjoyed it!

[PleaseForgiveMe]

Most certainly did. Well done Roy! 

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you!