Russian Experiment

[potatocarrot]

Hi guys, as promised here is the start. It is my first story here so standard constructive criticism but be gentle yada yada. This is about 10% of what I have already written but I need to go through and correct and fix it a lot which takes time so bare with me. This is the intro, written very much first person as if you were the main character. Please let me know if you enjoy and want more.

-PC

[potatocarrot]

I apply to go on a secondment, a pilot exchange, to Russia as it sounds exciting, something different and new. Not many details given but I figure hey, why not, I am young free and single, it is a free trip, yes I have to do some work and reports but also get to play in new jets. Might be fun, even if a lot of work involved. So, a bit about me, I am a fighter pilot, have just finished my first operational tour, got some hours under my belt and some combat experience so seems a good a time as any.

After a couple of weeks I hear back from the board and am lucky enough to get selected and get sent for some training before I go. What to look for, what they expect from me etc. It is an exchange of openness. The idea being that we each send someone over who gets free reign. Gets sent to each base and gets to look around. Do as they wish in an attempt to ease tensions between us both and show no one is doing anything particularly sneaky. Different ranks from different branches to see different aspects.

Months pass and the time comes for the exchange, I head out, get settled, the tour starts out very mundane. Only benefit is I get to wear my flight suit as uniform instead of blues so no faffing with ironing etc. I do a few tours at each base, look around, write reports, all the dull stuff. Whilst at one base they offer me a back seat trip in a Mig-29, finally something fun. I obviously accept. Whilst on the flight the pilot gives me control and I take it low and fast, I head towards a forest and as I over fly I notice movement of some trucks, military, and some buildings. Yanking the stick hard pulling some very high G's I bring us round to take another look, this time slower. It is well covered by trees and what looks like netting, like it is trying to be hidden. There is the faint outline of a large round construction and then a base to the side made of a few buildings. I ask the pilot what it is. He  doesn't know. I note the co-ordinates on the GPS and we head back to base. Once on the deck I tell them that I want to visit the location. They try to tell me there is nothing there. I tell them I saw it. They show me their military base map, it is not on there. I tell them I want to visit. They can't say no so they reluctantly agree telling me that it is some old forgotten storage. Well, there will be no problem then will there. They try stalling tactis but I insist on visiting, now.

A 3 hour drive later and we arrive at the base and things feel different. People are more off, like they have been pre-briefed of my arrival. Something is not right. As I look around I notice people watching me more closely and treating me differently, guiding me a lot more forcefully than other places. I figure something is wrong, there is something to hide. Paying attention to their movements and behaviour I figure out which area they don't want me to go. The place is like I saw from he air, several buildings and such, some storage some office and some accommodation etc. like a mini base but then off to the side is the large round building. It seems enormous and even has trees on the roof to help cover it up and netting, its surprising I noticed it from the air but it was just a faint outline, they did a good job.

I wait for the right opportunity to sneak off without my minders. I get to the door just as someone is exiting and head in behind them before the door closes. There are 2 doors ahead of me, both key code doors, the one directly ahead is locked shut, the light showing red but I notice the one off to the right is also showing red but the door is not fully closed. To the right it is. Opening the door presents me with a tight enclosed stairwell that spirals down, I look down the middle and it goes a long way. I listen out and can hear no steps so start to head down. It is a long way, at least 40 levels, 80 flights of stairs maybe more. It takes a while to walk down them all, no rushing as I am trying to be quiet. As I descend there are no other doors, this must lead to only one place. Why don't they have a lift?

At the bottom I take a moment to recover and look around. There is only a thick vault like door, thick and with multiple locks, the kind you find at a bank. Luckily it is wide open. I wonder what kind of things need that level of protection thinking more likely chemical weapons so I proceed with caution but also, who has all this security and just leaves it open?

As I head through it leads to a small room there are some lockers and some white jump suits. Must be a changing room, no specialist breathing or protective equipment so no immediate danger yet. At the end past the lockers there is a door, plastered around it are multiple warning signs. I recognize the warning symbols but have no idea what the text says. I head through the door. Inside it opens up to a room with a 4m ceiling and about 5m wide that runs in a curve around something resembling a huge compound or pen. The room I am in having a smooth concrete floor. However along the curve to the pen are bars running vertically from floor to ceiling, their size and spacing being rather odd. The bars are thick, like 6 foot wide and solid made of some form of metal and there is an artificial ceiling between them of approximately 8ft. The space between them wide enough for the average person to pass through if they turned sideways to slip through and ducked down. I theorize that the reasoning being that people can fit through but what ever is in there cannot, easy escape route. But what the hell is in there that size?

Inside, the pen opens up to a huge space, not wanting to go in as I don't know what is in there I peek around by moving side to side behind the bars to alter my view. I can see a full sized regular everyday house off to the left along with several brick walls of varying thickness and height, the sound of water coming from even further round to the left but I can't see the source. Some vehicles in the centre ranging from average cars, to buses and trucks and off to the right there are some enormous boulders and blocks and an area leading somewhere else. The floor is all sandy. So you can imagine with all this stuff there it is quite the pen, the ceiling goes all the way up to the surface level, I can see the domed top, light spilling in from the outside but also some lamps up there giving additional light. Around 3/4 of the way up is a strip of glass that goes all the way around like some sort of observation level giving a birds eye view. What the hell do they keep in here?

Whilst I am in there I hear some dull thuds of movement getting closer, I'm sure I can feel the ground shake, looks like I am about to find out, I back away from the bars, no point being foolish and standing too close. The thuds intensify in volume and magnitude as what ever it is draws closer. Then from between the bars I get my first glimpse. It's a leg. A human leg, well, sort of. It is huge. I study it a moment. There is a large foot clad in black trainers and black socks. Leading up is bare flesh, smooth but defined with muscular definition, the skin makes me think female from the complexion, calves so big they are easily visible from the front. Moving up is the base of the thigh, huge shapes of smooth muscular development hang over the knee. The thigh itself easily the width of my shoulders and looks shapely and strong but not ripped, think off season body-builder kinda look. Halfway up starts a pair of what look like painted on tight lycra black shorts hiding none of the muscular developments below. I can just see the top of the shorts. Crouching slightly to see more, a small glimpse of bare flesh above, a slight 'V' shape from her hips visible leading into the shorts, above what looks like an seriously thick solid core. I notice something, there is no bulge in the shorts, only a hint of camel toe. I was right, this a woman! Another equally huge muscular meaty leg passes by as 'she' takes another step. How tall is 'she' if I can just see the top of her shorts?


I take a second to process this vision and steady myself. I'm here, I'm behind the bars a few steps back, I must be safe so what the heck. I call out, in English, in a voice sounding more nervous than I would like.

'Erm... Hello...' I call timidly.

Nothing, no response, no movement.

This time a bit more forceful.

'Erm! Hello!'

Movement, 'she' takes a few thudding steps back. Crouches revealing more of a hulking body as 'she' lowers. First that solid core, a 6 pack of solid muscle although faint with a smooth look. As more of her is revealed 'she' widens dramatically to an enormous upper body, a barrel chest that is as much pecs as it is breasts, yes definitely a woman with breasts that big. Her upper body clad in a black sports bra that is every bit as revealing and tight as her shorts looking like it is struggling to contain her huge mass. Moving on, thick bulging lats that push her arms from her body, speaking of her arms, they are every bit as muscular and impressive as the rest of her. Shapely lightly defined huge biceps and triceps, even her forearms look solid and defined still the whole off season look. Large hands, fingers spreading as she reaches down, it looks like she could literally wrap her hand around my waist. Her shoulders and traps in line with the rest of her every bit as big and hard looking. She just oozes strength and power. A real life hulk. Well actually she makes the hulk look small. I still cant figure out how tall she is. Her head is still not visible even though she crouches however her body is blocking out my entire view through the bars. I'm pretty glad I didn't go through to explore and I can see she definitely can't fit through.

She still doesn't answer me. How rude.

'Do you speak English? Hello, I am talking to you!'

Still nothing, she just stays still. I gather up some courage and take a step forward being acutely aware of the gap, her size, the length of her arm etc. Although she might be able to get her hand through I think it wouldn't get far past her wrist and if she grabbed me and made a fist it wouldn't get back though.

As I step forwards it changes my angle and reveals her face. I'm shocked. It is surprisingly beautiful face, well defined athletic shape and sharp jawline, high cheek bones and small nose with the most alluring bright yet deep sapphire blue eyes (#0f52ba) and light dirty blonde hair pulled back into a thick plait that looks thick enough to climb. She now sees all of me too and stares straight into my eyes, narrowing hers, studying me, thinking. I stand frozen now looking up into her eyes taking her in trying to figure her out. She notices my genuine shock, my fear. Her eyes dart to my arm bearing my union jack patch on my flight suit, she seems to focus on it for a brief period and then back to my eyes. I swallow hard and without breaking eye contact again ask.

'Do you speak English?'

A pause. She squints tighter as if making a large decision, her throat moves.

'Yes'

Ok not much but it is a start. Her voice is deep yet husky, very feminine a thick Russian accent evident.

'Good, who are you?' I ask.

'Depends, they call me Subject. I call me Isabelle, who are you?' said in a very flat demanding manor.

Ok so she is being rather short with me but it is a start. It is like she is suspicious of me, not trusting. Lets see how far I get.

'Tom, nice to meet you. What are you doing down here?'

'You are British yes?' Ignoring my question.

'Yes, yes I am.'

'How you get here?'

'I found a door, decided to explore.' I say matter of factly.

She eyes me suspiciously again.

We back and forth, she slowly eases a bit and gives me a little more information and emotion behind it but still clearly suspicious. Just as we get into a roll the door behind me bursts open and a bunch of men pile in all dressed in the white jump suits. Several rush to me and grab me quite violently, pin me down to the floor. I shout at them to stop and back off. They don't listen. I see several more step between me and the bars, between me and her. They are shouting at her too. She stands and backs away not turning her back. Once she is a good distance back I can see her face again from the distance, she is stood tall and still looking directly into my eyes even though I am pinned down, my face squished against the floor, I return the look. Her lip twitches at the corner, almost a small smile. I get picked up and dragged out, marched up the stairs and out to another building where I am pushed into a room and the door closed and locked behind me. After a few minutes the door opens and a high ranking official walks in with 2 guards. I am pretty pissed, apparently so is he. He tries to tell me that I am in the wrong and cannot just do what I want and go where I want. I explain that is exactly what I can do and the whole point of this visit and by doing what they have done they are in breach of our terms and are clearly hiding something. He tries to defend his position but cannot. I ask who the hell that was down there and why they are caged up. Just as he is about to answer there is a knock, a guy enters, salutes him and says something and they both immediately leave. I go to leave but the guards stop me. A few minutes later he enters again, dismisses the guards and tells them to get out. He is a lot calmer this time, suspicious. Basically, what I don't know is they need me. The guy has just informed the big wig that I communicated with her and she spoke back. Apparently that is a big deal.

The general gist is that they confide in me they have this girl who is the result of an experiment to create a super soldier. She is the only one, all others failed. Initially the program went well and she responded and worked beyond expectations but then she stopped responding all together. First of all refusing to follow orders, then refusing to communicate or talk in any way. They cannot get rid of her as she is the only one and they need to keep trying to crack her but I am the only one she has spoken to in over a year. The program has been ended and no more will come of this but they are still working with her. They ask me to stay and work exclusively with them, with her. After a long pause and a lot of thought I answer, I tell them it is up to her and I will ask her if she would like me to stay, not for them but for the poor girl effectively a prisoner down there. If she wants me to stay I will. I will ask her, alone. He agrees and I am escorted back down. All the guards get into their white jump suits but wait in the small room before the cell room. I, alone continue through the door, shutting it behind me. I walk back to my previous spot and call out.

'Isabelle, hello? Are you there?'

She again thuds over to me and crouches. Before I can speak she asks me if I am OK, if the men hurt me. I tell her yeah I am OK but yes it hurt, I have a small scratch on my face that she notices and sees my uniform is now dirty from the dust on the floor.

We move on and I explain everything that has happened, and she in turn explains a little more about who she is, why she is here and why she has stopped talking to them. To be fair I can see her point of view and empathize with her and see why she did it. They basically wanted a mindless drone that did exactly as told and no emotion, no freedom, nothing. Treated like a machine. She is human and couldn't do it, needed her own time etc. They just punish her more and more if she fails or didn't do as she was told. As she got bigger and stronger it became harder to punish her and she realised it, so did they, they stopped going near her for fear of what she would do to them and so she fought back the only way she could think how, do nothing. Now she spends her days just moping around, doing her own thing, listen to music, basic exercise, meditate. They won't give her things to do other than what they want to try and force her hand, no books nothing. She is so lonely. Thought I was a trick to try get her talking again and for them to find a way in to use her. I explain that they want me to stay and work with her, talk to her etc. She says she would like that but only if I stay and I talk to her, for me because I want to and don't do it for them. I promise that I will always be honest and truthful with her and let her know when it is me talking to her or if they have asked me to ask or say something. She eyes me up and down again clearly thinking about it, lets out a sigh and agrees. We chat longer in general and I ask her what she would like from our relationship, if she needs or wants for anything. She tells me she just wants a friend, she wants nothing, all is provided for her she just needs company. I can do that I say.

I head out to get it all sorted. I sit down with the big wig. He goes into a lot more depth about her and explains some rules. Never enter the cell. I ask why and he just says that they have had issues in the past. The last time someone went in there they didn't leave alive. Apparently she has quite the temper. I am not surprised as she is designed to be violent, a soldier, to kill but I didn't get that impression from her. Sure she is intimidating with her sheer size and musculature but when I looked into her eyes, initially they were cold but the second time they had softened.

I go down again after our long detailed chat having been given lots of rules and guidelines to stick to. This time I take a chair. 

I take a seat and call her. 'Belle!' Figuring I know her enough to shorten it now.

This time she thuds over and sits down, legs out in front of her, arms behind her as she leans back on them to support her.

'Belle, huh, I like that Tom. Yes you may call me Belle.'

I just cant get over the enormity of her, she is a freakishly large muscle bound hulk crushing woman. It messes with your head just looking at her and trying to process it. Her muscles jumping and twitching reacting to each small movement she makes like she is a coiled spring always ready to strike and pounce. All of this with the most beautiful face, it just blows your mind.

I ignore her size, her shape, why she is there etc and just talk to her as another human trying to forget and ignore all the surroundings talking about boring stuff, general stuff, try to get to know her on a personal level. She seems to like this. But she takes a long time to break down and open up.

It goes like this for days, we talk and talk and talk only taking a break for lunch, toilet etc. Eventually she is completely open with me, usually sat waiting for me to turn up. She even starts to show a sense of humour, and smile. It has been worth it, she is actually really nice and interesting. Exceptionally smart and educated, apparently all part of the program. I am always completely open and honest with her whenever she asks me anything. All to build trust and a strong bond.

I find her fascinating, for her personality she is smart, funny, quick witted and engaging as for her physically she is amazingly beautiful, especially when she smiles and those sapphire blue eyes sparkle but her body, that is something else. I think she is amazingly attractive, stunning and her musculature and size just add to my attraction. I have always had a thing for the more athletic to strong girls with a bit of muscle and she certainly has a bit. She is my perfect girl, just magnified. When I am not with her I spend a lot of time thinking of her, imagining being with her, seeing what she is capable of etc.

The Russians get impatient and start applying pressure, enough talk, we need to see some results, some action. If not they will send me away. As always I am completely honest and open with her and tell her about what they say. She looks angry, not at me but them. She tells me she doesn't want to. I tell her I understand but I don't want to be taken away, I like spending time with her. This hits her, she realizes I like her, that we are becoming true friends, she actually loves my company and wants more. I am the first real friend she has ever had and she doesn't want to lose me.

She gets a little emotional and tells me that she sees the way I look at her when she walks over, the fear in my eyes as she shakes the ground and makes a thud with her sheer mass, that's why she is usually there waiting for me in the mornings as she hates seeing me scared of her. The fear the first time I saw her. She knows she is a freak, not normal and girls are not meant to be built her size regardless of her height. She doesn't want me to be even more scared of her so doesn't want to do anything that will do that. She likes me and doesn't want to lose me but also doesn't want to be a performing monkey for them. As she says it she looks up to the glass observation room.

I stand and walk closer to the bars, as I cross a yellow line on the ground to get close an amber light starts to flash as a warning I am within reaching range. I am not allowed to cross that line as a rule. Even she is shocked that I have and sits up a little straighter from her standard laid back posture almost looking scared and ready to move back from me. It is so strange like a complete turn of the tables as it is her that is scared of me.

I go a little red in the cheeks, look away from her and gulp. She asks what is wrong. I take a second, compose my self and confide in her. Tell her how I really feel about her, what I really think about her size and shape how I actually find her amazingly attractive and I actually have a thing for strong muscular girls and she kind of blows any of my wildest dreams away being bigger and more beautiful then any of them. I look away again. She sits up completely. She asks if I really mean it or if it is a ploy. I look her straight in the eyes, cheeks a lot more red now. I don't need to say anything, she knows I am being completely honest. She gives me a smile and even blushes a little herself. I tell her I am sorry for the fear but she has to understand it is still a lot for me to comprehend, someone her size, her strength, what she is trained to do and capable of I have to be given a little space too, just as she didn't trust me to begin with but warmed to me. I will get used to her, it just takes time. She understands. She tells me she would never hurt me, promises me. In fact quite the opposite, would do anything to protect me, I am her only true companion.

I take another step forward, past a red line painted on the limit of the cell on the room side of the bars. A red strobe flashes and a siren sounds. I take a breath and think 'Fuck it', either she really has warmed to me and I can trust her or she is the best actress in the world and I am about to die. I step forward and squeeze through the gap towards her and surprisingly she scrambles back lifting her legs away from me as if it is her that fears me not really knowing what to do or what I am doing. Behind me the door bursts open and several men in the white jump suits pile in rushing to the bars to drag me back but none daring to reach through let alone come through. She gathers herself up and goes into a crouch. I open my arms to her as if to go for a hug. She takes a second to process what I am doing as she has never been hugged or given a hug before, only seen in books or on films. She hasn't had human contact for a year and never affection, this is actually quite daunting for her too, she doesn't want to hurt me or scare me off or do it wrong. She slowly and cautiously leans forward towards me and puts her arms out a little mirroring me but trying to look as small as she can not to intimidate me after our last conversation. She leans forward now resting on her knees, kneeling, and moving far enough down and forward that I can put my arms around her neck. Well try, it is thick, I can only just about do it, resting my cheek against hers. She pretty much engulfs me in her embrace, my tiny body almost disappearing as she wraps around me but barely touching me applying minimal pressure or contact. Her eyes closed. She is so warm, her body radiating a lot of heat, her skin feels smooth to the touch and supple but I can feel the hardness below. I give her a squeeze, she barely registers so I squeeze harder barely making a dent in her thick neck and she shudders from my touch, she is exceptionally gentle and squeezes back using a minute amount of her overall strength.

A noise catches her attention as several of the men have finally got the guts up and now stepped into the cell but paused one step in. She opens her eyes and gives them a piercing look of 'don't you dare come closer, don't you dare ruin my moment'. Her eyes narrow at them as if targeting them, they step back softly and out the cell again observing from behind the bars. Her stare intensifies and they soon run back out of the room. I notice none of this. We just enjoy the embrace for a short time, I feel she is enjoying it and needs it. The fact I am not dead being a good sign as I am sure it wouldn't be hard for her right now to just squeeze me to death.

We part after a short while, not a word being spoken and I take a step back. She raises back and stays kneeling but sits on her haunches. A small tear in her eye. 'There we go, now how is that for trust' I say. She just smiles a small thankful smile.

'Now then. Forget these idiots, could you show me something. Show me what you can do. I would love to see you in action.' I ask.

'Are you sure?' she asks, her voice weary of my reasoning, wondering if it is for me or for them.

'Positive!' I say, 'After all I told you and the trust I have just shown. I have never lied to you. This is for me, it just has the added bonus of giving us more time together.'

'If you are sure' she says 'I don't want to scare you off.'

'Hey, we are friends, you promised you would never hurt me. You can't scare me off.' I say with a smile to reassure her.

'Ok.' she says hesitantly, still weary.

She tells me to stay, slowly she stands up to her full height. Wow, now I see why she crouches. Even crouched I have to look up to see her but stood up, she is a giant, easily what, 20 feet tall maybe more. And her thickness just makes her look even more massive not at all a tall gangly figure. Just stood she emanates raw power, strength, absolute dominance. I go to take an involuntary step back from her but catch myself and stand firm, I want her to know I trust her. I try to look up into her eyes to show this but all I get is an eye full of her under boob as her chest is so massive and her breasts stick out so far that it blocks my view of her face. She slowly walks away trying to make as little movement and noise as possible, showing consideration for me, almost tip toeing, it's cute she is trying and looks a little funny seeing such a huge behemoth trying to be quiet. She walks over to one of the walls over to the left. A solid red brick wall, its double thickness brick and comes up to mid-chest on her. She steps up close to it right in the centre, one foot in front of the other and places her left hand on the top bracing against it and balls her right fist. She is stood side on to me so I can't see her arm tense up. She looks over to me to make sure this is what I want. I give her an approving nod. She looks straight ahead, takes a breath and in one swift violent blow pulls her right arm back and swings it forward with immense power and it smashes a large hole straight through the wall. I am blown away, that was intense, such controlled aggression which I expect from a trained soldier but what I didn't expect was the speed her massive arm moved and just how far the brick went on the other side. She looks over to me and sees that I am shocked but more importantly, impressed. She gives me a smile, pulls her arm out of the hole and then leans back, pulls both arms back, palms out and then launches forward and gives the wall a hard shove breaking it right across the length, the top half falling to the ground breaking into different smaller parts. Wow. Just how strong is this girl? She gently comes back over to me and crouches again looking a little worried at what my reaction will be.

In stunned amazement I manage to blurt out 'That was pretty impressive! Thank you for that, I really appreciate it, and glad we get more time together now.

[GreatJustice]

Great little beginning there!

[MuscleAppreciator]

Good story, I like their dynamic and I'd love to hear learn more about her backstory.

[szerep]

Lovely story, can not wait for the rest.

[jhunter]

Interesting set up, nice description. Interesting set up. My only thing to look out for is some sentences being too long, and over using "I" too much.

[phil123]

Would like to read more. Great start.

[potatocarrot]

She looks at me her eyes taking me all in, studying me for any sign of deception as this is the kind of thing the others used to make her do. She sees I am genuine and really excited. Her demeanour eases and she goes back to her relaxed self. She questions me and I have to reassure her it was truly for me and I did really enjoy it, no it didn't scare me. After hearing it a few times and when she finally believes me she feels happy that she could impress me and that I like her for her and who she is. I tell her to be her self, stop trying to look small just for me, I appreciate it but I want to see the real her, be herself. Walk tall, be proud of who you are. I love seeing her, to me she looks amazing and I love seeing her size, shape, tone and musculature. Lots of convincing later she believes me.

After that day the General's tune is changed, well after a severe bollocking for crossing the lines but I just point out that lets face it, the rules no longer apply plus I am not there's to worry about. They accept it and now are no longer threatening but more begging and pleading of me to stay to get her to do more etc. I tell them I will stay but I don't work for them, she is not a toy and we will do what we want together, not what they want, if it involves the same goal so be it but nothing is for them then make some terms of my own before asking.

'Just how strong is she.'

The General smirks letting out a small laugh 'The wall is nothing, just tip of ability she hold back. Used to be bigger, ripped when in peak but now lazy. Never works out since stopped cooperating, lost size, strength and definition.'

'Interesting.'

Over the next few days we talk more, purposely avoiding mentioning muscle and strength as it is clearly a delicate subject and don't want to push. Arriving into the cell everyday, we always greet with a hug and then we usually sit somewhere and chat, usually by what I now know is the source of the running water. Past the house further left is an immense waterfall, maybe 200ft tall at a guess with a decent sized pool at the bottom that I will later find out is 30m deep with rocks up either side making it look like a real waterfall. Surrounding the pool is a small beach kind of area where you can get in and out. Sometimes we walk, sometimes we just lay next to each other on that beach, top to tail with our heads next to each other. Walking is hard as she is so big I have to jog just to keep up so at least my cardio is improving. Our relationship builds and seems to have reached the next level as we start to touch more, get a little more physical when we joke around, she is amazingly gentle with me but still gives me the odd accidental bruise or knocks me over. She is always apologetic and feels bad but I manage to console her and reassure her each time. I have tried giving her a playful punch when she jokes but she is so solid it has no effect it doesn't even dent her skin on contact but she always plays along and sometimes humours me holding where I hit like it hurt. She has really come out of her shell.

One day we meet up and have our hug, wander over to a flat clear area and chat. She loves asking questions about my experiences and listening to me talk as she hasn't had her own as such but I am managing to get her to talk more. Today though she is a little off with me.

'Hey, what's wrong? You seem to be a little off today.'

'You confuse me, no understand you.'

'Why?'

'You say love my size and muscle, loved seeing strength but only when threatened. No talk of it since then. Completely avoided it.' She says in a sad tone.

Taking a breath 'I know it is a big thing for you, and so I have tried to give you space and not push it considering the circumstances, even if I loved seeing it and would love to see more.' Letting out a sigh before taking a breath to continue 'I would love to see you be more confident, be yourself, show off for me, show me your size and strength but I won't make you and won't push it, only when you want to and if you feel comfortable doing it for me and trusts it is just for me.' Looking up now sincerely into her beautiful sapphire eyes 'I am trying to get to know you for you and not just because of your size or strength and not just for the bosses to get what they want.'

Belle melts as she hears me gush out my feelings and rationale, her whole body relaxing, her eyes going wide and her eyebrows lifting as it makes her so happy to have someone not just trying to use her for once.

'OK. I believe you.' Is all she says, accepting my honesty and leaving it be.

We enjoy the rest of our time together even if it is slightly awkward from the confrontation.

Feeling bad, that night she has a think about what was said and decides she wants to impress me, show off for me, she has feelings for me. Call it a big crush and what do you do for your crush, show off, get their attention. So she sets out on a surprise task for me.

The next morning I come down, step in and she is not there. I look around. Something is different. One of the cars has been partially stripped. It doesn't look the same. Still looking around I notice the corner to the right is brighter like a door is open, the area where she came from the first day. I wonder why we have never been that way. Then her shadow appears and the thought goes from my mind. She walks up to me, towering over me. Whilst extremely intimidating I am used to it now and just smile at her. I notice she has her hands behind her back and a big grin on her face. She crouches and leans forward and I give her my usual hug but she doesn't hug back keeping her hands behind her back, strange. Once we finish our hug she brings her hands forward and she is holding a model of a fighter jet made of folded sheets of metal, the same colour as the stripped car. Ah, so that's what happened to it. The model itself is small in her hands but actually large to me. She hands it to me with a big smile, I take it and then strain a little to take its' weight. It looked so light in her hands, oh how I have misjudged this! Silly me. Should have thought. She giggles at my fumble. I look it over, a generic delta wing fighter, all the folds made precisely and sharp. She looks all coy waiting for my response.

'Wow Belle, thanks, this is really impressive.' I place it down and hold my arms out to hug, she comes in for a hug but I am cheeky and as our cheeks touch I turn my head and give her a kiss. She takes in a sharp breath in shock and blushes bright red making her look exceptionally cute showing she is every bit as human as me.

'So, what is this for?' I ask.

'For me for being good friend, not giving up on me and cheeky way to show strength.' she replies still grinning.

I look at her slightly puzzled, she looks at me in a new way, more passionate, she bites her lip slightly and then in a tone I haven't heard her use with me before she says 'Think, you see any tools? I tear car apart with bare hands make model for you. Like folding paper for me.' It sounds seductive, making her voice more husky her thick accent more pronounced.  Now I blush. She sees her effect on me and likes that it has worked and sees that I do truly like her strength but also more importantly, her. The strong confident woman she is. I feel her new energy and decide to be cheeky.

'Prove it!'

[potatocarrot]

Ok so this was a bit of a shorter update, seemed like a good place to stop. It is a real pain going through and trying to make it more readable so bare with me. Work has also started to increase but I will do my best to get more out. Out of interest this is up to line 195 of 873 that I have already written in my text document.

Thanks for the feedback as well, I tried to take it onboard and adapt this next part.

How is everyone feeling? Enjoying it? Want more?

[law94]

I want more!!!

[law94]

everything is going very well for now, I hope Belle is a little freer.

[TheMoleUK]

Great start & looking forward to seeing Isabelle prove it! Should be fun!

Thanks!

[potatocarrot]

Belle looks at me in mock disbelief, playing along.

'Follow Me.' She says dead pan.

She stands up to her full giant height, today seeming even taller, standing straight, all part of the new her as she strides over to where the stripped car is. This time no going slow for me, no tip toeing. Watching her move I feel the ground shake with each step she takes, a loud thud accompanying it. Her gait more confident, each foot fall very deliberate and placed. She even looks bigger today, no more trying to look small for me, she knows I don't fear her and want her big and strong, so that's exactly what I will get, now she actually pushes her self out a lot more to actively make herself look bigger. Reaching the car and turning to see me she sees I am frozen in place trying to take in this new demeanour.

A smirk crosses her face as she sees she is clearly having quite the effect on me and decides to push it a little more. 'You deaf, get over here.' She jokingly says. Jogging over I glance at the size difference between our shoe size and the space between each shoe print having to take several steps to cover just one of hers.

Reaching her she is stood in front of a generic family sized car that is side on, it looks battered and the windows are missing. I can see that it is the car she made my model out of as it is missing some panels and the ones that are left match the colour of the model. She asks me to sit on the bonnet of a Jeep like car that is head on to her and perpendicular to the car she is stood at so I am sat looking directly at her towering over the car in front of her. Climbing on and getting comfy I look up and she is looking me in the eye. She bends right down giving me an epic view of her deep thick cleavage which is just as much muscle as breast. She slides her arms through the windows, her forearms filling them with her sheer size. Once she is up to her elbows in car they will go no further as her biceps are too big to fit through the window. She gives me a little smirk as she then stands up slowly, the car making all sorts of groaning sounds as its suspension starts expanding as she lifts its weight, still rising to her full height taking the car with her as the wheels leave the ground. Once at her full height she pauses briefly but she isn't finished yet, her smile widens as she sees the look on my face and she begins curling the car. I can't believe it, she does it so easily, smiling and looking me straight in the eye the whole time. After several curls she casually drops the car, hitting the ground it makes a huge crashing sound. She places her foot on the roof as if she has conquered it and then slowly puts her weight on it and steps up on the roof and steps over it, the roof caving to her immense mass crushing the car flat. Sauntering up to the Jeep I am sat on, she bends at the waist so we are face to face, nose to nose. Damn she is gorgeous. We are staring into each others eyes and without breaking the eye contact she reaches between my legs and wraps one large hand around the bumper and stands up slightly taking the Jeep along with me with her as the front lifts off the ground and tips back. Her massive bicep tenses as she lifts but she still makes it look so easy. Still face to face, I am holding on tightly the angle threatening to tip me back and over the windscreen and clean off the back she raises an eyebrow and coolly asks 'Believe me yet?'

'Yes!' I shout, my knuckles white gripping on the best I can to stop myself falling.

She gently lowers me down. 'Shame, could have done more to show you, thought you wanted me to prove it. But if that's all it takes.' She shrugs and steps back kneeling down again.

'Yes I'd love to see more but I also want to survive it.'

'Silly Tom, I promise you no get hurt, I protect you, not let fall.'

'Yeah I know, but this is still quite new to me. Give me time and I'm sure I will be completely at ease.'

Her confidence fades 'Sorry, I go too fast, I just try give you what you want, the real, confident, strong me.'

'That's sweet of you and I can definitely see that but let's just take it a little slower. Give me time to adjust. That was phenomenal but I just need time to process.'

After a bit of reassurance her mood lifts and she is back to her normal self again. We sit and talk for the rest of the day before parting with our usual hug that evening.





I go in every day straight after breakfast and we spend pretty much all day together apart from meals, she is a little shy because of the amount she has to eat and I don't push it and give her her privacy. They make me take the stairs every time though claiming the lift is broken but I call BS as to get to the lift you have to pass through the observation centre and I'm sure they don't want me in there. Another cardio hit for me.

A few days later I take in a small model of a car made of a couple coke cans I have managed to whip up, looking down at it held comfortably in my hand I dread to think how small it will be in hers. The aircraft she made me taking pride place in the entrance to my accommodation block as it won't fit in my small room having only a desk, wardrobe and bed in typical minimal military fashion. The other staff stare at it in amazement but none dare touch it. I do the same thing she did holding it behind my back, she notices stood in front of me and stoops down.

'Close your eyes and hold out your hand.'

She does and I go to put it in her hand, well, its funny it sits on just one of her fingers looking tiny.

'OK, you can open your eyes now. Just don't break this one.' I joke.

Slowly peeking she sees the model, an uncontrollable smile spreading across her cheeks, her eyes going wide their sapphire blueness sparkling. Leaning in for a hug she does my trick and kisses me on the cheek however it isn't just my cheek it's pretty much the side of my head from the size of her lips. As we pull away a tear runs down her cheek. Not thinking straight I wipe it with my sleeve and the cotton material absorbs it like a sponge drenching my entire arm. After getting control of her emotions explains that is the first kiss she has ever given and the first gift she has ever received. I figure I better work on that.

One thing they wont let happen is for me to sleep in there and we agree we do need some time alone and I have to do work etc. so I give her as much time as I can but I still need to work and every now and then have to take an extra afternoon away from her to catch up. She does suggest I do my work with her but I retort I can't because she is too distracting for me and that's a compliment. That makes her blush which is another first but also makes her happy as it clearly shows I like her, a lot!

Another thing I notice from our visits is that her wardrobe is the same black everything. Asking her about it one visit she tells me she has this as her recreation clothing issued to her and she has a wardrobe of military camo gear and tactical gear for operations. That is all she has ever been issued. That gives me an idea to work on. After our visit that day I go see my liaison. I ask what it would take to get new clothing made. Just usual stuff made bigger. He tells me there is no chance as they are not needed she has all she needs and even so they just don't have the budget as the project is effectively cancelled. I don't give up and go away and find some pictures of some clothes online and show them, it's a variety of joggers, sports bras, a couple t-shirts, a hoodie and a red halter neck bikini. Again they re-enforce, no chance. A long discussion soon turning into an argument ensues, basically telling them I don't care, someone must have made the others find them and get them to reproduce these I found and to let me know the cost. After agreeing a 'finders' and an 'arrangement' fee, also known as a bribe they eventually agree.

As time passes we take it slow but get closer and closer our bond growing. She starts getting feelings she never knew she had. Her heart races when she sees me and her tummy flutters. All these new feelings are strange for her it is like weakness when she has been designed to be tough, solid, strong. She likes the feeling. Becoming more than just friends we get comfortable, always touching, laughing, lots of affection, hugs and kisses. She can't get enough of it, she is addicted to these amazing new feelings and experiences she didn't know existed, she is hungry for them, she wants more. Although strange with the size difference it feels good for both of us, Belle has never known any different but I am adapting rapidly, sometimes we even giggle about it and make light of it.

One day after we have seen each other I head back to my room, walking in I am greeted by the General sitting in my desk chair with 2 big guys, one either side of him, both armed. Apparently they are getting impatient again 'Too much talking, not enough action.' he says in his thick accent.

After sighing at this issue again I explain nothing has changed this is for me and her, not for them. If they want something maybe they should try asking nicely, clearly aggression and punishment don't work. Try being nice because I will not do their bidding.

'Fine, you leave me no choice. You are to stay in your room until instructed, if you try to leave it will hurt.' he stands and walks out, the 2 guards grunt aggressively at me giving me evil eyes as they walk past taking up a spot each side of my door on the outside and slamming it shut. Well let's just say they don't listen. Apparently they will do it their way, good luck with that.

The next day she is sat on her haunches waiting for me to come in at my usual time. The door opens and she looks up to see me but her view is ruined by the sight of the General walking in and marching up to the bars staying behind the yellow line. Her smile leaves her face. He is flanked by 10 men on either side all heavily armoured and heavily armed. She doesn't move or flinch as he stands in front of her with his entourage. He tries to stand straight, look a little bigger and taller as he addresses her. Speaking Russian to her 'Subject, listen to me.'  they call her that to dehumanise her, make her think she is nothing, to break her down. With no pleasantries, he orders her to go lift one of the boulders 10 times. She sneers and just sits down. Seeing this isn't working he steps up a notch and makes a threat against her, she looks bored and stands to turn away and walk off, heard it all before, nothing new, knows there isn't really anything they can do to her. She takes a few steps, the General turns red with anger and spits 'If you don't do as you are told like a good subject then I will have every one of HIS fingers broken! Or maybe I'll just have him sent home and you will never see him again!' Belle snaps, clenches her fists, an angry mist taking over her head, Storming over to one of the boulders, she hefts it up with ease, the General smirks at his new control over her looking rather smug until she launches the boulder full pelt at the bars where the General is stood. It hurtles through the air straight at him. He drops to the ground flat, the other men all jump back out of the way. The boulder slams into the bars with an enormous bang as it shatters, shards flying in all directions. Once the dust settles and the General looks up he sees a large chunk wedged between the bars right where he was stood. Taking a breath to settle himself he steps round the room to the next gap in to the enclosure to a view of Belle  storming up to the bars with each step shaking the ground. Her teeth are bared, fists clenched she is looking bigger than ever with her normally smooth skin showing a new level of muscularity and vascularity as muscles bulge and veins erupt out of her skin. With pure venom in her voice she booms in English 'You touch him, you keep him from me, you all die.'

They all scarper out the room shutting the door before she can reach them leaving Belle pacing her enclosure in a rage.

[bertmacklinsbrother]

Loving this!  Very nice story with some great descriptions!  Looking forward to the next part!

[potatocarrot]

Worried about what she might do they realise the only thing they can do is let me see her to calm her down before she starts causing more damage. One of the guards comes in looking a little worried and in very broken and rushed English tells me to go to subject, I don't hang around worried of what has gone on if I am locked in my room and they look so cagey all of a sudden. When I get down there I see the rubble and the large piece of rock wedged between the bars. 'What the fudge happened here?' I whisper to myself taking my steps a little more careful now on alert. I tentatively step through another set of bars on the look out and search for her. It doesn't take long when looking for a 20ft tall hulking amazon. I find her leaning against the enclosure wall down behind the house. Facing the wall, arms out straight, palms flat on the wall, head down she doesn't see or hear me coming. She is breathing heavily, her body looking a bit bigger and more ripped than usual, faint veins running along her limbs, muscular definition showing more vividly all over. As I approach she stands straight taking a deep breath and rolling her shoulders. Her already gargantuan back spreads wider, the muscles dancing and writhing as she moves. She lets the breath out with a frustrated growl squeezing and opening her fists over and over pumping her arms up. She seems mad, really mad. I know we have spent a lot of time together and I was getting used to her but seeing her like this I am definitely on the defensive and looking where to escape to if this goes wrong. Taking my own deep breath I walk a little closer but keep a bit of distance.

'Erm, hi.'

Hearing my voice her shoulders tense up making her traps bulge applying more pressure to the already tight straps of her top. She stands perfectly still like a statue for a few seconds then her shoulders drop and she turns and runs at me. I won't lie, I wanted to run but my feet just wouldn't move. I honestly can't read her face or body language now and something has clearly gone on. As she reaches me she sweeps me off my feet easily lifting me into her embrace and squeezing me a little bit tighter to her than usual. Then she holds me out at arms length and looks me over.

'Did they hurt you?'

'N...No, just kept me locked in my room and wouldn't let me out. Why?'

'They threaten me but when that no work they threaten you, wanted me to do things or they hurt you, never let me see you.' A small tear appears in her eye and a slight quiver in her voice. 'I lost temper, scared they hurt you as punishment.'

'No I'm fine, they tried threatening me too, I refused so they locked me in my room. They said they were going to talk to you, I told them to try being nice. I guess they didn't listen.'

She growls, not like the last one, this time it's so deep and rumbling, it reverberates through me shaking me to the core, truly terrifying. If that wasn't scary enough  even her teeth are bared making her look and sound wild. I know I should be scared but I'm not, quite the opposite.

'What was that?' I ask.

'Sorry just make me so mad.'

I try to lighten the mood but also speaking honestly. 'No I mean it was cool, very animalistic, raw. I kinda liked it.' I say jovially.

The smallest of smiles cracks her lips. 'Then for you I do it any time.'

She pulls me close in another hug, I manage to wriggle free a little and wipe her tear and kiss her cheek, she sighs and I feel her body relax from it's tensed up state. Finally  she puts me down and we go over to the waterfall beach area and I sit down with my legs straight, she lays perpendicular to me with her head resting on my legs, it is heavy but I take it and just sit there stroking her hair, hair that is so thick and strong but also so soft to the touch. Her ponytail longer than I am tall, I'm pretty sure she could wrap me up in it. Lost in my thoughts I get hypnotised watching her mammoth chest rise and fall as she breathes. She lets out little sighs at my touch and stroking. After a while of just enjoying each others company we have a talk about the future, how to best move forward for us to prevent complications. Agreeing that she will do more strength stuff maybe a little training mainly for me to show off for my benefit and for us to have fun but also to keep the General at bay. Still needing that reassurance she makes me promise it is for me and to let her know the second it is not any more. I agree. I tell her I will talk to them after I leave.

That night as I leave I tell the guards to take me to boss, we need to talk. After a brief exchange on their radios I get escorted to his office. After knocking and getting invited in he tells me to sit and offers me a drink. We sit and talk. At times we agree, at others it gets quite heated. In the end I come out on top because the simple fact is they need me more than I need them. Unbeknownst to me, after making his latest reports of her being more active again his balls are on the line, literally, if he doesn't get more improvements from this project, with immense pressure from the higher ups to get back up and running again. He left out that it was only me that made the progress pushing himself into a corner. We have agreed that they will not interfere any more, not until she asks for it. I am to be left alone. No more threats. In return I promise nothing, we are going to have fun and do our thing, if that helps them great, if not, tough! Oh and also a few other things but I'll keep them quiet for now. Although I will tell you I did manage to get them to get the new clothes I asked for and cover the cost. I'm pretty sure it is their attempt at an apology and to try butter me up even though they would never admit it. We finish our drinks and I head to my room.

The next day I go in and she is waiting for me. This time she gives me a big hug and a big kiss, the affection growing and growing and she is clearly full of energy. I return the hug, squeezing as hard as I can, not like she even notices and the kiss which makes her shudder sending those strange feelings she has into overdrive. We head over to our favourite beach spot and I tell her absolutely everything that was said. No secrets to show openness and trust. She appreciates this.

'So Belle, I suppose we can ramp things up and really have some fun, then all will be happy. I just want you to know I like you for you, your personality, not for your size or strength. That's just a huuuge bonus.' I wink at her for levity.

'I know, I like that. I take things slow like you said but really want to show what I can do, show off for my little man but not do it unless you say.' She wink back.

'Little man? Really?'

'Ha, is cute name, my little man.'

'Alright fine, whatever.' I play mock annoyance, I don't mind really. 'Let's go have some fun.'

We walk over to the middle of the enclosure. Looking around she asks.

'What you want to do? What you want to see?'

'Well, I don't really know, I know you are strong but I don't know how strong, what you can do, what would be asking too much. How about you show me something or give me some options?'

'Ok my little man, want to see me lift some heavy Boulders? Break more walls? Tear apart another car?'

'Well a little birdy tells me that when you first broke that wall it was nothing, you were holding back.'

She looks down almost a little ashamed.'Sorry, I trying to figure you out, see if you trick or not so did little to see your reaction, see if you know I could do more or if genuine shock. I saw you real. Also didn't want to scare you off if were genuine by doing too much.'

'Punching a hole in a wall and then pushing it over to you is small and little, wow.'

She just shrugs. We walk over towards the house and where the other walls are. I look at them, several different sizes, thickness and materials. The one she destroyed for me still there in rubble. Then I look over at the house, walk up to it and peek through the windows. Surprisingly or well, not surprisingly it looks like a house inside, furniture and all.

'Ok, I get the walls, for you to practice. But what's with the house, looks like a proper made up house but you definitely won't fit.'

'Well, you right. Walls, house to practice. When stop performing they stop replacing. Usually damage repaired or replaced in maximum 3 days. But now, now nothing, this is all I have left.'

'You are telling me you used to damage the house or walls and they would repair and replace it all?'

'Yes of course how else I keep practising, same with cars, boulders and other things.'

'Ok, so, an idea, maybe I can persuade them to start replacing things again in return for you destroying or breaking them. We can tell them it's for them and that I am getting you back to work again but really it will be for me, for us to have fun and mess around. Our secret?'

She thinks it over a little, taking her time after all we spoke about and getting her back to work.

'Promise for us, nothing to do with them?'

'I do.'

'Ok then my little man, our secret. Will be nice to get new stuff around here, new scenery.'

'Ok well don't start yet, I have to get them to agree.'

'Good point little man, so what shall we do instead?'

'Well, I don't want to sound rude but, we have spent a lot of time around each other, been close but I have never really gotten to see you, see you flex your muscles and see just how big you are. Maybe you can show me, well, you. Give us chance to get closer?'

Her eyes sparkle. 'Finally, I desperate to show off for you. I no like going slow. You just tell me what you want, I make happen.' She says with a smug look.