★Memorable Author: [Kand0r] Stories~collected

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Stories in this collection:

MOM THE MILKING MACHINE

CHRISSY BRUTALIZES

DEAR DIARY *Illustrated*

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MOM THE MILKING MACHINE
By Kandor Nov 23, 1999

Robbie was making his way toward the door with John, his buddy, when his
mom called out from the kitchen.
    "Boys, are you going out?"
    "Uh, yeah, mom," Robbie answered, his hand on the doorknob.
    "You meeting girls?" his mom asked.
    Robbie groaned. The 16-year-old boy and his friend were going out to meet
girls.And he knew what his mom was up to.
    "No, mom, we're not," he lied, snickering at his friend. "Uh, we're going
to the movies."
    His mother came around the corner, a smirk on her face. The 46-year-old
woman was stunning, a short-haired blonde with exotic facial features, high
cheekbones and narrow eyes atop a drop-dead gorgeous body honed muscular by
years of aerobics. She wore a one-piece leopard-print bathing suit, cut away
at the front to reveal hard washboard abs and high in the back and sides to
show off her sculpted muscular ass. She'd been out sunning on the deck in the
late afternoon son when Robbie and John had come by to change and go out. Now
she stood, hands on hips, her tanned, muscular legs covered with a slight
sheen of sweat.
    "Are you lying to me young man?" she asked, tongue in her cheek in a
stern pose.
    "Uh, no, mom, I'm not," he said nervously.
    "Robbie, if you're going out with girls, you need to be milked, you know
that, both of you," she said. "And if you're lying to me, I'll milk you so
badly you'll never want to go out with girls again! Am I being clear? Again,
are you going out with girls?"
    Robbie shook his head no, as did John. But the lies were evident. The
woman smiled.
    "Lie detector test time," she said, walking toward them. "I'll start with
John. You don't want to see him suffer too much, do you Robbie?"
    John backed into the door, frightened, making it easy for Rhonda to grab
him by the shirt and snake her hard arm around his neck for a punishing
headlock. She waltzed him into her bedroom, Robbie behind them, protesting.
    "C'mon, Mom, leave him alone, please?" Robbie begged. "He's one of the
few friends you haven't scared off."
    Rhonda smiled and hiprolled John to the bed where he sat up, confused.
    "Robbie, what the fuck?" he asked, a bewildered look on his face. "What
the hell is this, and what is milking?"
    "You'll see in short order," Rhonda said. "For now, I want you to tell me
the truth, are you going out with girls?"
    With that, she threw herself at the seated boy, legs first, her educated
thighs opening and closing like a mousetrap on John's throat, crashing behind
him on the bed and taking him down in a flying neckscissors. She leaned up on
her hands and snapped her legs down hard on him, fixing his Adam's apple into
the crook of her top leg, hooking that foot around her muscular calf and
crushing down. The figure four, one of her favorite domination holds, was
cutting off the blood to John's brain, taking him to the edge of
unconsciousness in seconds. His hands pawed the clenched legs that scissored
him, his eyes bugged out in pain and terror.
    "You're not escaping, John, no one escapes my scissor holds, just ask
Robbie," she growled down at him. "I've been scissoring him since he was a
child, to keep him in line...and his father, which is the main reason he
divorced me, I think!!"
    John couldn't speak from the crush of leg on his throat. Robbie stood
watching helplessly.
    "Mom, stop, you're hurting him," he begged.
    "Are you going out with girls?"
    John screamed in pain.
    "Yes, yes, we are, OK?" Robbie yelled. "Please, unlock your scissors."
    Rhonda smiled and sprung open her legs. John sat up, sputtering as she
scooted around  him to sit next to him on the bed.
    "Milking, John, is when I take your cock in my hand, or wherever else I
choose, and milk the sperm from you so you won't be inclined to have illicit
sex with young girls," she said calmly, looking into John's eyes.
    "You what?" he sputtered.
    "I extract cum from you, usually by hand, I milk you," she said. "Do you
want to go first or does Robbie? Sometimes if I do you both at once, it goes
faster."
    John couldn't believe his ears and stood to leave.
    "Fuck this, I'm outta here," he said, moving toward the door. "No old
broad is gonna lay a hand on my cock."
    "Dude, don't piss her off," Robbie warned.
    Rhonda was on John in a flash, leaping up and landing on his shoulders,
pinning his head tight in her muscular thighs. She rode him to the living
room and bulldogged him to the floor, arching her back and pouring hundreds
of pounds of pressure into his skull. He screamed in pain and then slumped
down, beaten and nearly out. Rhonda let up only to sit on his face and extend
her legs out behind him to engulf John's face up her sculpted ass, a brutally
tight reverse facescissors on him. She quickly pulled down his pants and as
he came around, she began stroking his soft cock.
    "Mmmm, this looks like a good-sized one, Robbie, whaddya think, it's
bigger than yours or what?" she teased, burying her face in John's pubic
area, lapping her velvety tongue around the base of his stiffening prick.
    John fought the urge, but he couldn't, not with Rhonda's educated hand
beating his meat to its full 9-inch height. She groaned as she watched it
grow full and fat. Her hand speeded up, using the constant oozing of pre-cum
from its mushroom head to coat her pounding fist, her fingers a blur as they
played up and down his giant dong. He moaned into the clamp of her ass in
which his face was trapped.
    "He's gonna milk reeaaaaaal fine, Robbie, you just watch," Rhonda said,
licking her lips that were inches from John's quivering fuckstick. "Come for
me, baby, come for me!!"
    Rhonda used her free hand to maul John's thick nut package, milking it
along with his prick. John fought the feeling, but soon succumbed, letting
out a long, low moan into the muffocating clamp of her muscular ass as his
cock jetted a half dozen three-foot arcs of ball juice high into the air,
landing in thick strips along his legs, Rhonda's arm and her moaning face.
She quickly stuffed the bulbous cap into her groaning mouth to take the rest
of John's incredibly thick load, gobbling up the cream into her cheeks and
holding it there, so great the quantity of his youthful joy juice that it
oozed out the corners of her mouth, down her chin and throat to line the
creamy titties that stuck out of her bathing suit. She milked him dry,
stroking his cock until it could give no more. Then popping the pulsating
dickhead from her sucking mouth, she leaned up on her hands, the frightening
scissorlock still on John's head, which was now turning purple in Rhonda's
leggy embrace. She smiled up at Robbie, her face a comey mess, the load still
in her mouth. She curled a finger toward him and mouthed the words "Kiss
Mommy," a chinful of goop blobbing out before she closed her lips to keep the
rest in.
    "No...Mom, please, not that again, please, no...." Robbie begged, tears
in his eyes.
    Rhonda smiled - and laid down a scary, full-bore crunch of her muscular
thighs that nearly busted John's jawbones and popped his eyes out of his
scissored skull. He screamed in agony, his trembling hands pawing the thick
meat of Rhonda's relentless legs.
    "OK, OK!!!" Robbie said, kneeling before his mom.
    She laid him down, on his back, his head on John's legs. She lowered her
grinning face to his, opened his mouth and then hers, the thick load of cream
running from her lips to his gullet. She quickly attached her mouth to his
and rammed her long tongue down his throat, swabbing his cheeks and lathering
every inch of the inside of his mouth in his best friend's cum. Robbie cried,
his eyes closed, as Rhonda force fed him John's spunky brew. She pulled back,
a grin on her face, cum all over it.
    "Lick me clean, sonny boy," Rhonda growled. "Lick his cum from Mommy's
face...and tits."
    Robbie obeyed, gamely lapping the cream from his mother's cheeks, chin,
neck and thick boobs. John, meanwhile, was still languishing in the non-stop
scissor lock of Rhonda's punishing thighs. And she still clung to his dick,
pumping it slowly in her hand. It was still hard.
    "I love the young bucks," she growled, nibbling the head of John's prick,
lapping up some excess spunk that gathered in the eye hole. "They stay up
forever."
    To prove her point, Rhonda started handjobbing John again, jacking his
big cock up and down as Robbie ran to the kitchen to wipe his face clean. She
leaned up on one hand and looked over her muscular back, into the meaty maw
of her ass that wrapped itself like a fleshy mitt over John's face.
    "Come again for me, Johnny boy, and I'll let you go," she growled. "Be
happy I'm only gonna give you two milkings tonight."
    John closed his eyes and tried shutting out the pain, but Rhonda's thick
ass smothered his nose in the meaty crack, her adductors of the inner thighs
slicing into his head. The feeling in his nuts grew again as her relentless
cock attack increased and she again attached that incredible vacuum of a
mouth to it, sucking him all the way down her throat, milking his cock with
her neck muscles, and pulling out again, jacking off the exposed, slick meat
on the upstroke. She was a jerking-sucking machine and in less than five
minutes from his last orgasm, he was giving up another.
    "This one's all mine, Robbie, don't you worry," she hissed, popping the
spurting head into her sucking mouth.
    For a solid minute, she jerked the big stem into her mouth, moaning in
orgasmic delight as she did, gobbling down every thick ounce of his teen boy
nut cream. When she was done, she put on a scissor so fierce, it knocked him
out instantly. She unhinged her great legs from his face and his head plopped
to the floor. She smiled and leaned down to give his lips a kiss with her
comey ones.
    "Sleep tight while I milk your buddy," she hissed.
    Robbie cowered on the couch. Rhonda stood before him, pointing to her
thighs.
    "We can do this the hard way," she said, slamming her meaty limbs
together. "Or the easy way. What'll it be?"
    Robbie stood up, trembling, and dropped his pants. His cock, a good deal
smaller than John's, stood out straight. Rhonda smiled.
    "On your knees," she ordered him. "We'll do it BOTH ways!!"
    Rhonda bent her son's moaning head and took him in a reverse standing
headscissors, her iron upper thighs lacing around his ears, the back of his
head snug in her ass. She crossed her legs - but not before scooting them
forward to take his stiff prick in the scissored velvety clamp of her
muscular calves. As she scissored his big head, she also scissored the little
one, rubbing her silky calves over the dick trapped inside. Robbie moaned,
from pain and pleasure. It wouldn't be long. It never was in mom's legs.
    "Cum for Mommy baby, cum in Mommy's calf fuck," she hissed, rubbing her
pussy into the back of his neck as she squeezed his skull and prick. "Cum all
over Mommy's big, nasty calves!!"
    And Robbie did, a thick load of nut brew pulsating out of his trapped
cock and lining the interior muscle walls of Rhonda's calves. His cock wasn't
that small, but Rhonda's calves were that big, enough so to engulf the
spurting head of his prick and capture the entire load. When he was done
cumming, she unlocked her legs and his face slipped down - into her calves.
    "Lick it up, wonder boy, you put it there, you suck 'em clean!" she
growled, scissoring his face in the comey clamp of her muscular calves. "LICK
'EM!!"
    Robbie obeyed, slipping out his tongue and sucking up the soup from his
mother's calves, gobbling his goop from the muscled meat of her lower legs
until they shone clean, and wetted more by his tears. Rhonda pulled him to
his feet and knelt before him.
    "Round two, on me this time," she hissed, sucking his cock into the
heated confines of her throat, milking it and keeping it stiff.
    John woke up with a splitting headache, and sat up rubbing his eyes, only
to focus on a beautiful middle-aged woman in the middle of the living room
deepthroating her son's cock, jacking it in one hand, rubbing his balls in
the other. He blinked hard, not believing the sight, but then recalling his
own cock being blown dry by the foxy lady on her knees a few feet away.
    "Fuck...." he hissed, trying to stand up.
    "Rest up, Johnny, and watch," she growled, pulling Robbie's dick from her
throat and jacking the spit-slimed dick against her smooth cheek. "I already
got him off once in my calves, now I'm milking him again."
    She popped Robbie's cock back into her mouth and within minutes was
coaxing another load from her son's balls, pulling and squeezing them in her
hand as she did. Robbie's head was back, his eyes closed, as he jetted a
thick load down his mother's throat. This time she swallowed it all up,
smacking her lips as she finished.
    "Both of you, on the couch, now," she growled, not letting go of Robbie's
still stiff meat, forcing him to sit on the couch.
    John considered trying to run but then Rhonda, reading his mind,
slap-locked her muscular legs together in a mock scissors - and John
immediately ran to the couch to sit next to Robbie.
    "Man, is she always like this?" he asked Robbie as Rhonda jacked both
stiff pricks now.
    "Just on milking nights," Robbie sighed. "Like this one."
    "She milk you to keep you from getting laid?" John asked.
    "Now you get the picture," Rhonda hissed from her knees. "Now shut up and
cum for me, both of you!!"
    Rhonda furiously jagged both stiff dicks in her hands, John's in her
left, Robbie's in her right, occasionally slicking them down by sucking one
into her mouth, then the other. It didn't take too long before both boys were
jetting surprisingly huge loads into the air. Rhonda growled in pleasure.
    "YAAAAAAAA!!!" she said, clenching her teeth and pounding their puds in
her tight fists, a thick layer of cum covering them and giving the jack-off
session a loud, lewd squishy sound. "Cummmmmmm!!"
    And they did, long and hard, a creamy coating of boy seed pasting up and
down Rhonda's muscular forearms. She finally stopped and bent her head to
suck their cockheads clean. She moved them apart and sat between them,
holding a cum-coated arm up before each one.
    "Lick 'em clean, boys, or back in my scissors you go for another
milking!!"
    Reluctantly, John lapped at Rhonda's forearm covered in Robbie's goo and
Robbie did the same with the other. Rhonda sat smiling as her teen victims
sucked the cum clean from her. She then stood up and pointed to their now
droopy cocks.
    "That's more like it," she cooed, walking back toward the kitchen. "Now
you guys can go on your dates and remember, don't do anything I WOULD do? Got
it?"
   

[ilovemuscle]

a bit weird but good

[handymantracy]

Kandor--whose stories can be found on a couple fetish story sites--has a few stories like this. I've never understood the family incest stuff. He usually writes well though.

[dimitar73]

CHRISSY BRUTALIZES
by Kand0r
Musclegirl Chrissy brutally and lethally plays with Jerry's wife.   
 
 
"Booooring," Chrissy said, sulking angrily in the corner of the kitchen. She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.
 
Carol shot the girl a look of pure hatred. Her gaze lingered jealously on the huge pulsating boulders of Chrissy's thighs, the veiny bulges throbbing angrily as Chrissy absently flexed the thick ropes of muscle. The huge vascular blonde dwarfed the small older couple. Carol couldn't tell if the tiny muscle-hugging jean-shorts were torn by design or from the effort of containing the big girl's rippling thighs and thick stony ass. The shorts were the type often seen in warm hip urban areas, designed to be worn unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing a strip of white thong underneath. Carol swallowed, intimidated by the girl's huge legs. Chrissy caught her staring and sneered, casually twisting one giant leg and thrusting the huge quadricep forward, tearing a few more threads. Thick jagged veins branched in twisting patterns on her thin pale skin, pulsating angrily in deep bas-relief.
 
Confused thoughts fought in the background in Carol's mind as she tried to focus on the conversation, quick unwanted images of those thighs in action, controlling her husband, wrapped around him. Unwelcome comparisons of her skinny legs with the blonde's jagged pillars sprang from the jealous corners of her mind. How did a girl so young get so muscular? How were those simply titanic legs possible? Carol had never seen such huge rippling vascularity, it frightened and intimidated her, she felt old, weak, inadequate. Chrissy snickered quietly.
 
Overwhelmed by her feelings of inadequacy, helpless, pitiful in comparison to the young slut, Carol's eyes brimmed with tears. She tore her eyes away from Chrissy's legs and planted them back on her husband before the blonde could see them, but it was too late. Chrissy winked at the old woman, fueling her impotent rage and increasing her feelings of total helplessness. "Jerry," Carol whined. "Please don't do this. Please." She hated the pleading whine in her voice, but couldn't control it, her heart pounded, light-headed, nauseous, afraid of the end of her marriage, and on some instinctive level afraid of the sheer power contained in Chrissy's muscular-beyond-athletic build.
 
"Oh for Chrissake." Chrissy rolled her eyes.
 
Jerry met his wife's pleading stare coldly. "It's done, Carol. It's
over. I'm sorry."
 
Chrissy laughed nastily and shrugged off her leather jacket, revealing arms every bit as thick, veiny, hard and powerful as her legs. Arms that no one in her early twenties should have. Even unflexed, visibly bulging biceps shifted as she tossed her jacket on the counter, moving over to a counter just behind Carol, standing in a stretched tight muscle-tee three sizes too small, a thick forearm cording and uncording as her wrist twisted. Carol heard a low quiet grunting exhale from behind her and winced, imagining the spectacular powerhouse looking at her husband over her shoulder.
 
Carol sat at the kitchen table, her pleading tearful eyes looking up at Jerry in front of her and slightly to the right, Chrissy about two feet behind her, just close enough to uncomfortably intrude on her personal space, close enough that she could hear the big girl's breathing.
 
"How could this happen? What did I do?" Carol whined.
 
Chrissy rummaged through the kitchen drawers. She found a rolling pin and slapped it against her veiny forearm, smiling to herself. Her eyes caught Jerry's and she sneered. Thick snaking veins throbbed on great writhing rippling cords of forearm muscle as she squeezed the wooden pin. She squeezed and squeezed, bulging those forearms, working them, slowly getting her massive biceps into the game too, forcing Jerry to lose his attention as she danced her huge muscles, the massive, rippling, unreal muscularity of her body forced his pathetic, pleading wife out of his thoughts. She looked down, drawing his attention back to the rolling pin and her sexy bulging forearms, then raised her eyes to look pointedly at Carol. The nasty, shredded musclegirl spread her huge broad shoulders and snickered quietly.
 
Jerry grunted, visibly aroused at Chrissy's wanton display. "It's what you can't do." Chrissy set the pin on the counter and turned back to the squabbling married couple, drumming her fingers on the edge of the counter, waiting impatiently for her turn.
 
Chrissy tightened her grip on the counter, flexing the unbelievable muscles in her fore and upper arms. Peaks the size of Carol's arm rose out of her biceps. Carol followed Jerry's drooling stare behind her to where Chrissy stood. She shuddered at the nasty sneering smile on the musclecunt's face.
 
Panicked hatred flooded back into Carol's face. "I can't ever look like her, you mean," she whined.
 
"Right."
 
"Jerry..."
 
"Fuck this cunt," Chrissy growled impatiently. "I'm gonna do her now."
 
Carol's frightened gaze shrank from the big blonde. She placed her hands on the table and starting to rise. Confusion and anger clouded her face. "Now you listen," she began tremulously, turning to face Chrissy defiantly.
 
Chrissy was on her in an instant. "Sit DOWN, bitch!" she hissed as she closed one massive paw around the scrawny older woman's shoulder and slammed the frail woman back into her seat. Carol cried out as Chrissy's long, thick fingers tore into her bony shoulder. Chrissy closed her right hand slowly and inexorably, allowing the frightening power of her grip to work painfully into Carol's right shoulder, her fingers probing, bruising, destroying.
 
The frightened woman arched her head up and back in pain and looked up at Chrissy's smiling face hovering above her as the musclebitch worked her fingers in, deeper, hurting, painful. Chrissy savored the moment. The moment when the scrawny little bitch's eyes widened in panic and terror, realizing what Chrissy was about to do, but before she started. Chrissy's cold pure blue eyes bore down into the older woman's flecked brown eyes, smiling, not a fierce smile, a casual, pleasant smile, like she was molding clay.
 
The big girl giggled briefly at Carol's expression, watching the woman's mouth open and close slowly, like a fish, no sound coming out, no breath going in. "Yeeeeah Jerry," Chrissy said happily, "I'm gonna do her right fucking now." Chrissy moved over to stand behind Carol's left side, bent her legs, and leaned forward, her head down close to Carol's, watching the older woman, head cocked curiously as her fingers crunched some of the frail bones in Carol's shoulder.
 
The big blonde looked across at Jerry and smiled as she grabbed Carol's jaw in her huge left hand. She winked at Jerry and squeezed, punching her long thick fingers into Carol's fragile jaw with terrible force, digging in, slicing the woman's cheeks on her own teeth until blood frothed out of her mouth. Carol scrabbled frantically at the blonde's brawny forearms, but it was useless. Snaking blue veins bulged across Chrissy's thick ropy forearms as she worked her grip. She felt a couple of teeth give and punched her fingers in harder, squeezing until her fingers and forearms shook with the effort, cracking the weak woman's jaw in her powerful grip. "How's this feel, bitch?" she taunted. "How's this for fuckin leavin ya, huh?" Her tongue flicked out, licking blood off the older woman's cracked lips before going in for a kiss, swirling her tongue around the frothing blood and saliva as her fingers continued to mangle Carol's cheeks and jaw with terrible power. Chrissy felt the old woman's tears against her cheek and pulled her bloody tongue out of Carol's mouth to briefly lap at the salty drops, leaving red streaks across the woman's cheek. The brawny musclegirl seemed completely unconcerned with Carol's gurgled pleas for help or her pathetically weak attempts to break her body free of Chrissy's grasp. The big blonde toyed with Carol in a twisted form of playful amusement, easily controlling the weak woman's head, and by extension, the rest of her frail body, with thick, bulging, muscular arms and broad, powerful hands.
 
Carol's eyes were wide with pain and panic, her body jerking and twisting, her arms flailing. She gained enough control over her mind to reach up and desperately claw at Chrissy's face. Her fingernails caught on the big blonde's lips. Chrissy snapped at the clutching fingers, drawing the bony appendages into her mouth and quickly bit down hard.
Chrissy savored the sound of snapping bone and the taste of blood that flooded her mouth as she chewed on Carol's brittle fingers. Chrissy pulled away and stooped behind Carol, looking over at Jerry. "Looks like it hurts when she breathes," Chrissy said with concern. She quickly snaked her brawny left arm around Carol's throat, the hard bicep and forearm digging into the woman's thin rubbery skin, the crook of her elbow just to the left side of Carol's throat. Chrissy flexed her arm, shoving the jagged peaks painfully hard into Carol's throat, the sheer mass of her gigantic forearm forcing Carol's chin up and separating the jaw farther away from her shoulder, her shredded veiny bicep tearing into the left side of Carol's jaw. Chrissy worked the hold, pumped it, clenched and unclenched her bloody fist, open fingers, closed fingers, pulling brutally hard, listening to Carol's gurgling, enjoying the woman's futile struggles, watching her huge arm flex and twist in unabashed narcissistic admiration. "Think she can stop me? I don't think she can stop me," Chrissy taunted. She moved her pretty face to her pumping hand and erotically swished her tongue around the frothy blood.

End of part 1

[dimitar73]

And this dear friends is the second + last part of the story! 

"Oh my God," Jerry said.
 
Chrissy sneered haughtily at Jerry. She looked at his visible crotch and nodded. He pulled down his pants and started stroking his freed rod. Chrissy turned her attention to her bulging arm, licking the veins protruding from her massive shoulder and moaning softly. She slipped her right hand into her shorts and panties and wiggled her fingers quickly, so that Jerry could hear the loud sloshing sounds from her lush wet pussy as he listened to the skin squishing coming from Carol's wrinkly neck. "Jerk it, loverman," Chrissy grunted, "jerk it while I waste your useless slut!" Jerry watched in horrified fascination as Chrissy yanked her brawny arm once, twice, three times, the movements quick, without rhythm, the movements powerful, devastating, each yank drawing a wet tearing sound from Carol's dying throat. Chrissy was orgasming, cumming at the feeling of his fragile wife breaking apart in her violent, brawny grasp, and he came too, thick ropes spurting onto the tiled floor and up onto the kitchen table, his hand reflexively jerking as he watched the huge muscular girl tear Carol apart.
 
Chrissy drew her hand out from her panties and shoved her slimy fingers in Carol's bloody mouth, forcing the teeth apart with her right hand while crushing up against the shattered jaw with her huge left arm, all the while continuing to nuzzle her muscular arm, licking at it playfully, kissing herself, her arm so thick and muscular the big blonde could ignore Carol's full-body spasms of pain and terror. "Look at it Jerry," she moaned throatily. "Isn't it so beautiful?" The frail woman twisted and writhed in her seat, unable to escape, no longer able to think, lost in pain and fear. Chrissy giggled and flexed harder, teasing herself, twisting her wrist, flexing and unflexing her bicep, pumping it to unreal proportions, the wet crackling noises from Carol's jaw inspiring her to greater effort. Chrissy's bulging arms vibrated with the effort of crushing Carol's throat, the big blonde's mouth in set determination, her smile fierce, terrible, low grunting exhalations marking the supreme effort the brawny blonde put into her sick game.
 
Carol's eyes went bloodshot and her legs slowly stopped kicking, her frantic but hopeless struggles dying unheeded in the tall sadistic girl's massive muscles, reduced to occasional weakly flopping tremors. This was a contest without question as to the winner, and the winner was too engrossed with her own beautiful veiny muscles to care much about the dying woman she was wrapped around. Chrissy's inescapable pythonic embrace squeezed Carol into glazed semi-consciousness as she grunted and licked at her beautiful hard round biceps.
 
The old woman struggled for breath through her crushed throat but none came in. Her head shivered and wobbled in Chrissy's grip, thin gasping noises almost too quiet to hear coming from her crushed gurgling jaw. The big girl grunted and yanked her arm back towards her chest, crushing her brawny arm harder into Carol's throat, pulling it, working the throat, her awesome strength tearing connective tissue in the throat. "Fuckin a, Jerry, look at her, she's fucking dying," Chrissy said through clenched teeth. She worked her flex on each word, crushing the woman's throat and jaw, "Ding," yank, "dong," jerk, "the bitch," huge muscles vibrating, shaking with the effort, "is fucking dead!" Chrissy yelled out, yanking Carol out of her seat, the tiny dying body laughably weak and thin pressed up against the brawny blonde goddess' thick heaving chest.
 
Chrissy's eyes refocused and she winked at Jerry. "Well, not quite dead." Chrissy licked her lips and grinned. She reached out behind her with her right arm and grabbed the rolling pin, hefting it briefly, flipping it over and catching it again. Her eyes zeroed in on Jerry's.
 
Jerry was lost and confused, unwilling to interrupt the horrific scene in front of him, aroused again in spite of himself, frightened, in awe of his terrifying muscle mistress. Chrissy had talked about this, but doing it...it was different than he imagined, sicker, bloodier, but she made it look so easy, so right. He was consumed by her laughing, casual attitude as she used her awesome strength to just demolish his wife.
 
Chrissy brought the middle of the rolling pin crashing down on Carol's skull. It glanced off with a hard knocking sound. Carol's dying body flopped in reflex, trapped in Chrissy's iron grip.
 
The big girl frowned. She maneuvered Carol's body back into the kitchen chair, her large hand still grasping the scrawny bruised throat. Jerry thought Chrissy was going to simply crush Carol's neck in her terribly powerful hand and his eyes widened in frightened awe.
 
"Keep jerking lover, I want you nice and hard," Chrissy said pleasantly before again bashing the rolling pin onto Carol's defenseless skull. Her outstretched left arm held Carol in place by the throat, giving Chrissy's right arm enough room to build up a good swing. This time there was a satisfying wet crunch and blood started to soak into the older woman's thinning dyed hair. Chrissy paused and cocked her head, studying the bloodied region of skull. Then she brought her arm back, up, and down for another wet splatter as the wood cracked Carol's cranium. A shorter pause, then again, pause, again. The blood was thick and dark and flowed slowly, gore splattering on Chrissy's tight white shirt as she methodically beat the skull over and over.
 
Blood dripped and splattered everywhere as Chrissy bludgeoned the small woman. The young girl laughed in delighted admiration as she watched her muscles flex and flow, beating, crushing, slaughtering the meat in her grip, crushing the throat in her hand as she split Carol's skull right open with the rolling pin. The wooden dowel cracked and split from the stress of bludeoning a skull, the metal rod inside deformed. With a giggle, Chrissy wiped away the blood dripping into her eyes and tossed the broken roller aside.
 
Chrissy lifted Carol's limp body out of the chair. She shoved the corpse against the refrigerator and hammered her fist repeatedly into Carol's bloody face. Bone cracked, Carol's nose broke and flattened, her broken jaw fragmented further by Chrissy's brutal blows. She ignored the small stabs of pain that were slivers of bone piercing her skin and threw her whole arm and shoulder into pounding the gory face into a mushy mess. Her big fist crashed into Carol's face over and over, the skull knocking back into the freezer door with such power that the door cracked. Crushed deformed eyeballs oozed from broken eye sockets.
 
"Oh fuckin a yeah," Chrissy moaned triumphantly as she turned away from the gore-splattered refrigerator. Rivers of blood pooled and coagulated on the floor.
 
Jerry looked upon the goddess of death in aroused terror. Chrissy dripped blood from her muscular arms, her white top splattered with gore, muscles pumped and bulging, veins throbbing, a brutalized corpse dangling forgotten from one powerful arm. She smiled and beckoned him over, slowly pumping her free gore-covered arm, still showing off her fantastically over-developed body.
 
He shuffled over obediently, afraid to approach her yet too terrified to defy her, and irresistibly aroused by her dominant demeanor and magnificently powerful body. She oozed raw sex, raw power, raw danger, homicidal, psychopathic, nymphomaniacal all at once. She grabbed the back of his head and dominantly shoved her tongue in his mouth, her bloody lips sucking at his, her bloody thigh rubbing at his throbbing dick.
 
She stepped away and tucked the gory corpse between her massive thighs, forcing Carol's head behind her and facing the ground. Chrissy's massive bloodied thighs clamped down on the broken corpse. She pulled off the sensible skirt and panties, revealing the dead woman's wrinkled old pussy. Chrissy winked at Jerry again and ripped off her blood-soaked shirt, revealing her small hard tits and awesomely developed pectorals. Jerry smiled shyly, as always embarrassed by her incredible body, more so now that her pale skin was streaked with blood. He reached out and traced one hand down the overly muscular cleft between her breasts, feeling the stony pecs beneath.
 
"Fuck her Jerry," Chrissy breathed huskily, "fuck your wife one last time."
 
Jerry lost himself in Chrissy's playfully twinkling eyes as he unquestioningly obeyed, sinking his pecker deep into the dead woman's cunt. He dutifully brought his head to Chrissy's hard nipples and worshipped her muscular chest as he slowly fucked his wife. Chrissy wrapped her huge thick arms around him and crushed them into his sides, clamping her hands on his skinny butt and urging him to go faster, harder. He worshipped her boulder-like shoulders and bull neck with his tongue, moaning and losing himself in the sensation of worshipping his goddess as he imagined he was fucking her, while she used his body like a toy to fuck her latest slaughtered playmate, the older couple toys to the sadistic young musclegirl. The blonde amazon threw her head back and laughed as Jerry's tongue tickled her, her huge arms flexing and slamming his hips repeatedly into the crotch of the dead woman being crushed between her oaken thighs. Chrissy's eyes rolled back into her head as she lost herself in the wonderful sensation of destruction and control, her huge thighs destroying the waist and hips of the dead woman while her massive arms thrust Jerry in and out, faster and harder, until finally he came with a loud groan. Chrissy orgasmed at that, her enormous crushing thighs snapping through Carol's ribs like kindling, her big powerful hands kneading Jerry's butt as he yelped in pain.
 
Chrissy sighed and pushed Jerry away, unhinging her huge thighs from the broken mangled body compressed between them. Still smiling erotically at him, she shoved her long, bloody fingers into Carol's pussy and slowly worked them in and out. She withdrew her fingers and they dripped with Jerry's cum and Carol's blood. With one hand Chrissy casually tossed the broken woman aside and beckoned Jerry with her dripping fingers, shoving her tight shorts and thong down with her other hand.
 
Chrissy's eyes closed and she smiled to herself as she pulled Jerry's unresisting head to her dripping snatch. She slowly sucked the salty metallic tasting liquids off her fingers as her strong hand forcefully shoved Jerry's face deep into her crotch, and her thick bloody thighs clamped down on his tiny skull.
 
The End

[jos73]

DEAR DIARY
by Kandor

Jack had always had a strained relationship with his giant
 stepdaughter and today wasn’t making things any easier. He’d
 wandered by Lisa’s bedroom early in the morning before he left for
 work and caught snatches of giggled, whispered conversations she
 was having on the telephone with her best friend, the beautiful and
 nearly-as-big Debbie.

Since Jack and his wife married seven years before, the second
 attempt at marital bliss for them both, things hadn’t been easy
 between him and Lisa. She didn’t trust him and never really
 counted him as her father, a situation Jack didn’t make any
 easier by going harder on the girl than he would have on his
 own biological child, if he’d had one in his first marriage.
 They’d gotten off to a rocky start and now, with Lisa in her
 difficult teen years, things weren’t getting any easier.
 
Then there was the size difference. Lisa was always a big girl,
 tall for her age, but in the last year or two she’d shot up by quantum
 leaps. The statuesque brunette now stood 6-feet, 11-inches tall and
 weighed a rock-solid 290 pounds, all muscle, no fat, due to her
 extreme weight training and aerobic routine. She was nearly as tall
 as Jack’s 5-foot, 2-inches when he first came into her life seven years
 ago, and now she more than towered over him by more than a foot
 and a half. And she wasn’t quite done growing yet; she was only 16.
 
All of it raced through Jack’s mind as he walked by his
 stepdaughter’s bedroom this afternoon. He’d come home from work
 early, feigning illness, unsure of exactly he was going to do. He only
 recalled what he’d thought he’d heard Lisa and Debbie talking about
 on the phone, something about lifting boys like human weights and
 dressing them as their own personal dolls, and thought he better
 come home when no one was around to check things out, look for
 signs. He was troubled by the thought that his fiercely independent
 stepdaughter might be getting into something that could be classified
 as weird.

He thought about telling Nancy, his wife, Lisa’s mother, but
 quickly dismissed it. Nancy was dominant by nature, an unfortunate
 trait that she seemed to have passed to her lovely daughter, and to
 tell her that he suspected Lisa of strange doings would spell big
 trouble for Jack. Really big – Nancy herself stood 6-feet, 4-inches tall,
 and was not afraid to use her weight to control her puny husband.
 
Still, as Jack stood in the hallway that afternoon staring into
 Lisa’s bedroom, he felt strangely compelled to move inside and begin
 poking around her belongings. Any other parent might be looking for
 evidence of drug use or some other unsavory consequence of
 growing up a teenager in the ’9Os. But Jack wasn’t, he knew Lisa was
 level-headed enough not to mess up her life with that nonsense. Still,
 as he opened drawers and quietly looked through her giant
 underwear and T-shirts, he didn’t really know what he was looking
 for.

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He glanced at the clock. It was quarter to 2, and he knew the bus would be pulling up in front soon with Lisa and possibly Debbie
 getting off. No, not possibly Debbie, definitely Debbie. The two friends were inseparable, at school and at play and something about
 that scenario festered disquietingly in Jack’s racing mind.
 
Digging deep into one drawer, Jack’s hand brushed a book. He pulled it out and held
 it up to his eyes. It was a diary, a pretty pink one, with a tiny lock on a clasp
 that secured Lisa’s innermost thoughts and feelings from prying eyes.
 Jack smiled uneasily; he’d opened up one just like this many years ago that belonged to his sister, using only a strand of wire, and nobody was the wiser.

It was a diary, a pretty pink one, with a tiny lock on a clasp that secured Lisa’s innermost
 thoughts and feelings from prying eyes. Jack smiled uneasily; he’d opened up one just like this many years ago that belonged to his
 sister, using only a strand of wire, and nobody was the wiser.
 
Still, he felt odd as he found one of Lisa’s hair pins and went to work on the lock. Not odd for what he was doing, since he’d justified
 in his head that he was doing the right thing, but odd because he feared getting caught, even though Nancy was at work and Lisa
 wasn’t due home for at least a half hour. But at the same time he was worried about being discovered looking into his stepdaughter’s secret life it was still strangely exciting. He tried to ignore the tingling of his 45-year-old loins as he popped open the lock and began to read.
Lisa laughed, tilting her ponytailed head back, her green eyes
 flashing up at the deep blue autumn skies, as she and Debbie kicked
 through dead leaves on their walk home.
 
“Jesus, Debbie, what did his father say when he caught you
 doing curls with his son?” Lisa asked with a giggle.
 
“He didn’t say anything, Leese, not a word,” Debbie laughed.
 “What could he say? I mean, there I am, standing with my boyfriend
 in my arms..”
 
“Your ex-boyfriend, you mean,” Lisa interrupted.
 
“..my ex-boyfriend in my arms, and I’m curling his tiny little
 body up toward me face, where I’m burying my mouth in his crotch,”
 Debbie said excitedly. “His father couldn’t say a word. All he did was
 stare at my biceps, which by then were pumped up like crazy.

“And then what happened?” Lisa asked.
 
“He sent me home,” Debbie laughed. “Just told me to go,
 mumbled something about ‘damn Amazon women’, and sent me
 home. His son begged me to stay, because what the fuck, he’s nuts
 about big women, aren’t they all once they get a taste of it, but I
 split. I don’t need the aggravation of parents buttin’ in to my fun, if
 you know what I mean.”
 
“Yeah, I know, believe me,” Lisa said as the two walked, Lisa
 towering over Debbie who was no tiny tyke in her own right,
 standing a powerful 6-foot 7-inches and tipping the scales at a
 muscular 240 pounds. “But Jack kind of leaves me alone. He just
 looks at me funny, especially when I’m working out, but he doesn’t
 bug me like he used to. I think since I’ve been growing so much, I
 kinda scare the shit out of him, and that’s fine by me.”
 
The girls walked quietly for awhile, waving at the kids on their
 school bus as it blew by creating a sudden tornado of leaves. They
 had decided to walk home on this fine fall day, one of the last
 chances they’d have to do it before the winter snows set in. They
 talked some more, but mostly kept their eyes on the street, getting a
 huge kick out of the way men would nearly go off the road as they
 tried to get an eyeful of the Amazon teen queens walking arm and
 arm down the sidewalk. The girls wore the regulation uniforms of
 their school – white blouses, dark blue blazers, checkered skirts,
 black socks and schoolgirl shoes – that always seemed to hang on
 their classmates but which on them looked like it might split at the
 muscle-threatened seams. They had planned to stay at school and lift
 with the boys, but decided to go to Lisa’s house instead and lift in her
 basement.
 
When they rounded the corner to Lisa’s house, they saw Jack’s
 car in the yard.

“That’s strange,” Lisa said. “He’s usually not home this early.”
 
They walked up the front steps. Lisa dug out her housekey and
 fit it in the door.
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck are these kids into?” Jack muttered
 to himself as he flipped madly through Lisa’s diary.
 
He’d read about Lisa’s and Debbie’s unique “boy-weight training,”
 where they’d use kids from school to curl in their powerful
 arms or press high above their brawny shoulders. His jaw dropped
 when he got to parts about them taking boys home in the afternoon
 when Jack and Nancy weren’t around, and dressing them in Lisa’s old
 little-girl clothes, making them clean the house or fetch them food
 from the kitchen. His eyes and mind went red when he read about
 them holding the squirming boys down across their laps, keeping
 them still by lacing their giant legs around their bodies, and then
 dropping the crying boys’ pants to administer painful spankings,
 slapping their quivering asses until they were rendered scarlet and
 sore to the merest touch.
 
“Un-fucking-believable,” Jack said to himself as he sat on Lisa’s
 bed, reading more than he wanted to but unable to stop just the
 same.

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He looked up at the clock. It was 2:15, but he hadn’t yet heard
 the familiar squeak of the buses’ brakes that he was listening for. He
 figured he’d then have a few seconds to lock the diary back up,
 replace it, and bolt down the stairs to sit in front of the TV, telling
 Lisa he’d come home early for the day. He got up and looked out the
 window. The bus was just pulling up. Jack was about to follow
 through on his hurry-up plan when he saw a couple of kids get out -
 but not Lisa or Debbie. He was just wondering if they’d stayed after
 school when he heard a voice behind him that nearly stopped his
 pounding heart.

“We didn’t take the bus, Jack,” Lisa said, standing in and filling
 the doorway of her bedroom, her shoulders and giant chest swelling
 with anger as she spotted her open diary on her bed. “We walked
 home. Thought it would be good exercise.”
 
Jack tried to whirl around, but his feet tangled with each other
 and he flopped into a foolish heap on the floor at the patent leather
 feet of his angry stepdaughter. He looked up slowly into Lisa’s giant,
 muscular calves that rose thickly above her falling black socks. He
 didn’t raise his head, only his eyes, and they followed those legs up
 under the short, regulation skirt to thighs that had never looked
 bigger or more powerful in his life, which he was now beginning to
 fear for, especially as his gaze continued way up to Lisa’s angry
 green eyes.

“I’m, uh, sorry, Lisa, but I….I…” he stammered, finally
 composing himself enough to stand up where he was face to
 midsection with his stepdaughter. “I thought you guys were, I dunno,
 acting strange lately, and I wanted to see, uh, what was happening,
 you know, to make sure you weren’t in any, uh, trouble…”
 
Lisa laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that roared so loud it
 caught both Jack and Debbie, who was standing behind her, by
 surprise. Jack cracked a nervous smile.

“Oh, no, Jackie, we’re not in any trouble, but I tell you what,”
 Lisa said, throwing her heavy book bag onto her bed from across the
 room with the ease of someone flipping a crumpled paper cup. “You
 are. Oh, my wayward stepfather, you are in a world of shit.”
 
Jack’s smile faded. Debbie jumped up and down with glee in
 the hallway, her 240 pounds shaking the walls.
 
“Now see here young lady,” Jack coughed weakly, hoping
 against hope that his sudden authoritative turn would carry some
 weight with his 16-year-old stepdaughter. It didn’t.
 
“Now see here, little man,” Lisa angrily countered, bending
 down to point a long finger in Jack’s face. “You poked around where
 you shouldn’t have been poking around, and now you must be
 punished!”

With that, she buried the finger in his chest and flicked it
 backwards, the power in her arm and wrist carrying through to
 knock him flat on his ass on Lisa’s bed. She stood before him as he
 leaned up on his elbows looking at her with a shocked and confused
 expression on his face.

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“Whaddya figure, Deb?” she asked her girlfriend without turning
 around, never taking her eyes off Jack. “Whaddya think little
 Jack’s punishment should be?”
 
“I think you know, Leese,” Debbie laughed, sashaying into the
 room to stand next to her friend, assuming the same hands-on-hip
 position as the bigger, older girl. “Let’s do it up right. But we should
 be careful. This one’s about three times as old as the weights we
 usually use!”

Lisa laughed, Debbie giggled and Jack gulped. He watched as
 Lisa lifted her massive arms up to tighten the ponytail behind her
 head, the thick, rippling biceps bulging tight against the white skin of
 her round upper arms as she did. Debbie followed suit with her tied-
 back silky blonde hair and her jagged biceps were only a little smaller.
 Both girls whore short-sleeved white blouses that looked like sleeveless shirts,
 so massive were the arms exploding from the tight holes.
 “Debbie, why don’t you pick out something nice for Jack…” Lisa
 began, but then stopped, getting an evil look in her liquid-fire green
 eyes before continuing. “…something nice for Jacqueline here to
 wear.”
 
She smiled at her stunned stepfather and moved toward him.
 He backed up but could only pull himself up to cower against the
 wall next to the bed. Lisa laughed, reached down and pulled him by
 the ankles until he was flat on his back. She put one knee on either
 side of him and straddled his tiny body with her tree-trunk thighs,
 pinning his arms to his sides by squeezing slightly inward. Her smile
 grew broader in relation to the amount of terror that was filling
 Jack’s wide-open eyes.

“Oh, let’s see where you left off,” Lisa said as she looked to the
 side and spotted her open diary.
 
Picking it up, she began to read: “It was fun having Mike and
 Bob over for a couple of hours to do all the housework I was
 supposed to do. And they sure did look pretty in those clothes Deb
 and I picked out for them. Bob’s got quite the stud body that a little
 nightgown can’t cover up, and his ass never looked better in a pair of
 my old panties. Can’t keep Deb’s hands off the damn thing! If she
 keeps spanking him like that, he’ll never be able to sit through one of
 Mrs. Porter’s boring poetry classes again without crying, this time
 from the pain in his butt! Gotta go for now, diary, Deb and I are going
 to finish the night off with a couple dozen military presses with our
 boy toys!”
 
“Remember that night, Deb, wasn’t that a ball?” Lisa said,
 gripping Jack’s sides a little tighter in her muscled legs as she
 straddled him. Then, staring into his frightened eyes, she added,
 “That was the night you and my mom went to the office party. It was
 great. You stayed out half the night. Thanks.”
 
“No…no problem,” Jack grimaced, trying to free his trapped
 hands from under his stepdaughter’s giant legs. “Can we, uh, talk
 about this Lisa?”
 
“Oh, no, talking’s done, my little friend,” Lisa laughed. “Debbie’s
 going through my drawers right now picking out something just right
 for you. Deb? How’s it coming?”
 
Debbie walked over with a pair of cotton panties with strawberry
 print all over them, and a flowing, pink slip with thin shoulder
 straps. Jack thought they looked big enough to fit…

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“Oh, shit, no, please, don’t do it, don’t do it,” he groaned,
 struggling to free himself from under the nearly 300-pound teen
 package straddling his chest and belly. “For the love of God, Lisa,
 please, don’t make me wear your clothes.”
 
“Oh, these aren’t really my clothes, Jack, not any more,” Lisa
 said with a smile as she took them from Debbie and held them up
 before her where they looked like doll clothes next to her massive
 frame. “These are my old clothes, Jack, I mean, Jacqueline, from
 when me and mom first came to live with you. I was what, about 8
 at the time? Yeah, and even then I was damn near the same size as
 you, you puny little puke! No, these aren’t my clothes anymore, little
 Jacqueline. They’re yours! And ain’t you gonna look so pretty in
 them!!!”
 
Debbie giggled gleefully behind them as she continued to
 rummage through Lisa’s drawers looking for more clothes. In a
 minute, she produced a couple of more sets of slips and panties with
 varying designs on them, from flowers to birds to muppets. She laid
 them all out on the bed next to Jack, where he twisted his head to
 eye them fearfully, as if they were going to hurt him. Lisa laughed
 and got off her stepfather who sat up rubbing the life back into arms
 that had been pinched asleep by Lisa’s massive legs.
 
“Put these on, Jacqueline,” Lisa ordered him as she tossed the
 strawberry panties and pink slip at him, no hint of a smile on her
 face now, only stern authority. “Get in my bathroom, take your
 clothes off and put them on. Now.”
 
Jack looked at her in disbelief and made a stand, his last
 genuine one. He defiantly tossed the crumpled little girl underwear
 up into his stepdaughter’s face and set his jaw.
 
“No, I won’t,” he growled. “This is my house, young lady, and as
 long as you live under my roof…”
 
He never finished and he never saw the titanic teen move on
 him. Her big arm shot out and around his neck and he found his face
 being rubbed against the thickly-ribbed muscles of Lisa’s belly as
 she laced on a brutal side headlock with her rocky bicep, the craggy
 muscle under smooth skin ripping into his skull. She locked up her
 hands and put on the slightest pressure which was more than enough
 to convince Jack in one, squeezing second that he better obey her.
 
“As long as I live under your roof, Jacqueline, you live by my
 rules,” Lisa grunted, snapping the mammoth arm onto his head until
 he squealed in pain. “Are we quite clear on that?”
 
Jack groaned out an answer which he hoped Lisa would take in
 the affirmative. She did, but just for good measure, she nodded back
 over her shoulder at Jack’s ass, which was swaying side to side in an
 effort to alleviate the pressure in his head. Deb smiled and made the
 OK sign to her friend, and stepped up close to let fly her wide right
 hand onto Jack’s rump from about shoulder high. The pain in his
 head went away as it was replaced by fire in his ass, as Debbie
 flailed away with her palm, crisply slapping Jack’s butt.

“Ten’s enough for now,” Lisa said, unlocking her arm and letting
 her stepfather fall to the floor where he grabbed his sore ass.
 “Besides, it doesn’t count while he’s wearing those heavy pants.”
 
She picked up the cotton panties and tossed them at Jack. They
 landed on his head.
 
“You think your ass is sore now, little girl, wait’ll you slip these
 on,” she hissed down at him. “And you will put them on, won’t you?”
 
Jack nodded he would, ashamed at his quick response, embarrassed by
 the thought of what was about to happen. He tried to get up to go to
 Lisa’s bathroom, but a shove from one of the big girl’s size 15
 saddle shoe knocked him down again, indicating her desire to have
 him crawl to the toilet. He obeyed.
 
He shut the door behind him and stood to slowly begin taking
 off his clothes. He looked at his watch. It was only 2:30, and his wife
 wouldn’t be home for another three hours. And he wasn’t even sure
 if that would be a good thing when she did get home.
 
He peeled off his shirt and caught his reflection in the mirror as
 he did. He’d done little to stay in shape and his 45 years of hard
 living on this planet were more than beginning to show. His hair, or
 what was left of it, stuck out wildly in a thin ring along the sides.
 Crows feet road mapped his eyes and his neck was at the onset of
 growing loose folds of skin. Gravity was wreaking havoc with the rest
 of his thin body as well, as the once tight skin of youth was sagging
 around the breasts and belly, despite his low weight. He took down
 his pants and sighed at the sight of his short, skinny, pale legs. He
 stood buck naked now, and even his dick shriveled more than usual,
 trying to hide itself in Jack’s body, probably at the thought of what
 might happen to it in the hours ahead. He looked at the total naked
 package in the mirror, thought of the towering teen amazons in the
 next room awaiting his entrance, and true fear began to shake his
 tiny body.
 
He pulled on the slip Lisa had given him and to his dismay, it
 fit perfectly, as did the strawberry panties that he now slid up his
 slender legs. He hiked up the elastic waistband and felt the soft
 cotton cup his tender ass. Pulling the fabric aside, he turned and
 looked over his shoulder in the mirror. His pasty white cheeks were
 blotchy red from Debbie’s quick spanking. And that was through
 heavy jeans. He shuddered to think of what the lack of even that
 moderate protection would mean.

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He stopped as he put his hand on the bathroom doorknob and heard
 the girls laughing on the other side, plotting their activities for
 the afternoon. He gave quick thought to putting his clothes back on,
 opening the door and just bolting out of the house, jumping in his car
 and driving as far away from this madness as he could. But he knew
 he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just leave his life behind and
 besides, he knew his wife’s tenacity all too well. She’d track him
 down, drag him back and make his life even more of a living hell
 than anything the two girls giggling in the bedroom could manage.
 
He took a deep breath, let it out and felt his shoulder sag in
 resignation. The fight, what little there was to begin with, left him in
 that breath. He cracked open the door and stepped out into the
 bedroom in his cotton slip and strawberry panties and let the
 humiliation begin.
“My, oh my, don’t you look pretty, little Jacqueline!” Lisa
 squealed with delight as she sat with Debbie on her bed.
 
Jack’s eyes were lowered to the floor but he looked up just
 enough to see the towering princesses sitting cross-legged on the
 bed, their hair pulled back in ponytails and snapping gum, looking all
 the world like normal teenage girls home after school. Except that
 these girls were bigger than most men, had a man in the bedroom
 dressed in little girl’s underwear, and were about to use him as their
 own personal doll. Jack’s eyes rolled back down to the floor and he
 shut them tight.
 
“C’mere, little baby girl, c’mere and let big sister rock you,” Lisa
 squealed in mock little girl tones. “Come to me now, come on!”

Jack shuffled over quietly to where Lisa was now standing. His
 gaze stayed confined to the floor and all he saw was his beautiful
 stepdaughter’s mile-long legs. He let out a little gasp as he felt
 himself being swept up into her strong arms. Lisa held him, one arm
 under his shoulders, one under his legs, as a mother would hold a
 baby. The size difference between them made the comparison all too
 real.
 
“Look at my little baby sister, Jacqueline,” Lisa said, walking
 over to the bed were Debbie was still sitting. “Isn’t she the cutest
 thing?”

“Oh, she sure is,” Debbie gushed, reaching out with one hand to
 tickle Jack’s chin, making a face as she encountered stubble, and then
 adding with a laugh, “Geez, Lisa, you really oughta shave that little
 sucker before you take her out in public!”
 
The girls laughed loudly at that one, and Lisa turned away to
 walk across the room, easily holding her trembling stepfather in her
 arms as she did. She looked out the window and pointed out some
 toys of children across the street.
 
“Would little Jacqueline like to go over and play with those
 swings?” she teased him. “Would she? Would she like to play with
 the other kids?”
 
Jack looked up imploringly, shaking his head with quick
 motions. The last thing in the world he expected to happen this day
 was happening to him. And the last thing he wanted to happen now
 was to share it with the outside world.
 
“Aw, she’s shy, Leese,” Debbie said, springing off the bed and
 skipping over to were her friend stood. “Lemme play with her for
 awhile, huh? Please?”
 
“Well….OK,” Lisa said, stretching her arms out straight to easily
 hold Jack parallel to the floor far below. “But you be real careful, all
 right? She’s our very bestest little sister and I don’t want anything to
 happen to her!”

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Debbie curled Jack into her arms and went one better than a
 mere carry as she hugged his scrawny body close to her massive
 one, crushing the breath from him with a mere squeeze from her
 huge arms. Jack’s chest was in Debbie’s laughing face, his pantied
 crotch being ground into the blonde’s giant chest. He fought from
 becoming aroused.
 
“Aw, she’s so cuuuute!!” Debbie squealed. “I could just squeeze
 her to death!!”

Which was, at that moment, Jack’s greatest fear. He felt the
 tendons of Debbie’s forearms ripple and the jagged peak of her
 biceps cut into his back as she squeezed the air from him. He tried to
 speak, but could not, knowing that nothing he could say would
 prevent any of this from happening anyway.
 
Suddenly Jack found himself free from Debbie’s all-encompassing
 bear hug only to be tossed face down over her big shoulder.
 He could look down over the swell of her giant, shapely ass to
 the giant, shapely curves of Debbie’s massive calves bubbling up
 in muscular magnificence from her schoolgirl socks. Debbie folded
 one arm and Jack felt the cutting edge of her bicep muscles dig into
 his side as she held him tight and headed out the bedroom door.

“Where you taking the little girl, Deb?” Lisa called after her.
 
“Downstairs, Leese,” Debbie answered, walking down the hallway
 with the 105-pound package on her shoulder that wasn’t even
 making her breath heavy. “I wanna play tea party with little
 Jacqueline!”
 
Lisa giggled her approval and both girls raced down the stairs
 to the kitchen. Debbie handed off Jack to his stepdaughter and busied
 herself getting out the tea cups. Lisa grabbed Jack under the arms
 and lifted him to her face.
 
“Isn’t this fun, Jacqueline?” she laughed into Jack’s terrorized
 eyes. “Doncha just love being our little sister? Little girl want some
 tea? Huh?”
 
Jack’s tried to look away, but Lisa just snuggled up close to him
 and rubbed his nose with her own, the way someone might do to a
 baby.

Then she lifted him higher still, until his knees were about at
 her face and he was far, far above, his head banging the ceiling, his
 terror-filled eyes staring down at Lisa’s laughing ones. His hands shot
 to her arms to support himself and his trembling fingers ran over the
 silky, lumpy crevices of Lisa’s massive, cut triceps and bulging
 biceps.

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“Please…Lisa, put me down, please…” he begged in squeaky
 voice.
 
Lisa’s eyes went stern as she shifted one hand to the front of
 Jack’s slip, bunching up in her strong fingers and dropping the other
 hand to her side. She held him up high with one arm, pressing her
 fist into his chest and his back against the ceiling.

“My name’s not Lisa for this little exercise, little girl,” she
 growled up at him. “You call me big sister from now on. Same for
 Debbie. Do you understand, Jacqueline?”
 
Jack nervously nodded. Lisa smiled and suddenly let go of him.
 He felt himself freefalling and he let out a grunt as he plopped safely
 into Lisa’s long, outstretched arms.
 
“Nice catch, Leese!” Debbie laughed as she set the table for tea.
 
Lisa walked over and sat Jack in one of the chairs. Debbie
 poured out some fake tea and put a plate of real cookies on the table.
 The two girls sat down and made sipping motions with their cups,
 indicating that Jack should do the same. Embarrassed, he followed
 suit, picking up his cup and lifting it to his lips to make smacking
 sounds. The girls laughed.
 
“Have one, Jacqueline, they’re your favorite, chocolate chip,”
 Lisa said, picking one up and holding it Jack’s clenched lips. He hated
 chocolate chip cookies and she knew it.
 
“C’mon, Jackie, have a nibble,” Debbie said in baby tones. “It’s
 good for you, make you grow up big and strong! Like us!!”

With that, she stuck up both her arms into a double bicep pose
 and caused her mammoth upper arm muscles to pop out nearly as
 much as Jack’s eyes did as he watched. All the carrying around of the
 human weight had pumped up Debbie’s arms thick and firm. He
 envisioned his head caught in those nutcracker biceps and opened
 his mouth.

“Atta girl,” Lisa said, slipping a whole cookie inside. “Now chew
 it up, and don’t spill any.”
 
Jack didn’t. He closed his eyes and chewed, swallowing as fast
 as he could, wishing he had real tea in his cup to wash it down with.
 He opened his eyes as he gulped the last of it down and saw Lisa
 staring at him. She was making plans, he thought.
 
“Whaddya wanna do now, Leese?” Debbie asked, getting up to
 clear the table.
 
“I think baby sister could use a little exercise after all that tea
 and those cookies, don’t you?” she answered, standing up behind
 Jack, rubbing his bald head with one strong hand.
 
“Oh, for sure,” Debbie said emphatically. “You wanna go first?”
 
Lisa swept up her stepfather in her arms, again in the cradle
 position. Rolling her arms out, Jack found himself on his back lying
 on Lisa’s open palms. She then grabbed on tight, holding his legs
 together by the skinny ankles in one hand, the other hand wrapped
 tight around his neck. With ease, she began doing curls with her
 human weight, hoisting him easily toward her body until his side fit
 under her chin before she curled him back out again. Jack watched
 the thick biceps roll like fleshy thunder under the creamy skin of
 Lisa’s massive upper arms as she worked the exercise. He lost count
 after 20 reps and figured she could go on forever without breaking
 so much as a bead of sweat. On each curl up, she’d smile down at his
 anguished, fearful face.

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“My turn, my turn, Leese, no fair, no fair!” Debbie groaned as
 she stood and watched.
 
Lisa laughed and straightarmed Jack from her arms to Debbie’s,
 tossing the little man like a frightened medicine ball. He landed with
 a thud in the blonde’s embrace and she immediately rolled him into
 the curl position, doing the exact same exercise as her friend. She,
 too, did more than 20 reps and didn’t even breathe hard as a result.
 When she finished, she hoisted him up across her brawny shoulders,
 twirling around in an airplane spin before dumping him on the living
 room couch, where he sat, his head spinning, as the two amazon
 teens stood before him.
 
“She’s pitiful,” Debbie said, hands on her wide hips, glaring
 down at him. “Look how tiny she is.”
 
“Yeah, cripes, one of my thighs is as big around as her whole
 body,” Lisa said. “Stand up, baby sister, and let me show you.”
 
Jack obeyed and stood, his hands in front of him in submission,
 framed by the huge girls on either side of him.

“Let me pump up my thighs for this,” Lisa said, bending down
 to scoop Jack up and toss him across her shoulders, where she went
 into a series of about 20 easy squats with the minimal weight she
 was carrying.

She put him down on his feet and thrust her front leg out,
 thickening up her already titanic thigh. Jack’s eyes bulged out nearly
 as much as the quad muscles did before him. The top plate of flesh
 on Lisa’s amazing thigh leaped out in muscled relief from the rest of
 the leg. Debbie hipchecked Jack to stand next to it and it was indeed
 as big around as his entire upper body.
 
“You’re really huge, Leese,” Debbie said admiringly. “All our
 exercise with, and using, the guys sure pays off.”
 
Lisa was still checking out her huge, gorgeous gam, turning it to
 admire it from all angles while Jack stared at it in disbelief. Debbie
 then scooped him up in her arms and sat on the couch with him on
 her lap. She stuck her legs out straight and together and slid Jack
 down to sit on her ankles.
 
“Let me pump my pipes up and see how big they get,” she said,
 and began lifting her feet straight up, easily taking Jack with them,
 in a series of leg lifts until her own thighs rippled with power.

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She then laid Jack down on top of one of them and it was nearly as big as
 his torso, but still a far cry from the muscular girth of her bigger
 friend’s.
 
“Geez, this little sister of our is so small, huh Deb?” Lisa
 laughed, reaching down to pick Jack off Debbie’s lap. “Amazing that
 he comes from the same family as us.”
 
Lisa shifted Jack up until his belly was across her right side,
 where she easily held him up by roping her long right arm down and
 around his back. She walked across the living room to the kitchen
 holding him to her with the ease of which she might carry an armful
 of books. She crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator where with her
 free hand she opened it and took out a gallon of milk, popping off the
 top with her finger. Then with one hand palming the bottle like an
 NBA player holds a basketball in one hand, she lifted it to her mouth
 and took several healthy gulps, some of it running out of the corners
 of her mouth, down her face and into the gap between her thick tits.
 She replaced the bottle and wiped her mouth clean with her hand,
 the entire thirst-slaking process having been done with Jack hanging
 limply from her side like a rag doll.

“Ah,” she sighed, slamming the refrigerator door and walking
 back to the living room. “Milk sure does a body good, right
 Jacqueline?”
 
She put Jack on the couch next to Debbie and he looked like a
 doll seated next to the amazon blonde. He looked at her and up at
 Lisa and his spirits drooped as theirs lifted. He wondered how much
 longer this would go on.
 
“Aw, Jacqueline, you look sooooo sad,” Debbie said, leaning over to
 tickle Jack’s sagging chin. “C’mon, let’s have a little smile from the
 baby girl! C’mon! Smile for big sister!”
 
Jack didn’t move. He was pissed, he was depressed, he was
 scared. But he wasn’t stupid. He didn’t want to do anything to
 provoke the massive teen girls who had essentially kidnapped him.
 
“Jacqueline looks like she wants to suck her thumb,” Lisa said,
 bending down to look into Jack’s horrified face. “Maybe that would
 make her feel better. Go ahead, honey, suck that thumb. Suck it.”
 
Jack only stared at her with a mixture of humiliation and
 incredulity, but mostly humiliation. He started to move his hand
 toward his mouth but he balked.
 
“I said SUCK IT!!!” Lisa bellowed in his face. “Put that thumb in
 your mouth now little girl and SUCK IT!!”

Jack’s hand shot to his mouth and plopped his thumb inside,
 wrapping his lips around it and sucking loud enough for both girls to
 hear. Lisa smiled and stood back up straight, folding her muscular
 arms across her giant chest in satisfaction.
 
“Uh-oh, little girl is sucking her thumb again, and that’s a no-
 no,” Debbie scolded Jack. “Jacqueline must be punished for not doing
 what big sister Debbie tells her to do.”
 
“But Lisa said…” Jack protested, pulling his thumb from his
 mouth.
 
“WHAT?!” Lisa roared. “I said from now on you call us BIG SISTER!!
 Debbie’s right, little girl, you must be punished!! Debbie, the
 little girl’s butt is yours!!”
 
Before he could react, not that reacting would have helped,
 Debbie grabbed his neck and hauled him belly down across her giant
 lap and held him there with one hand. With the other, to Jack’s
 horror, she pulled down his strawberry panties over the gentle swell
 of his pale ass, exposing his tender flesh to the huge blonde’s sadistic
 whim. Debbie smiled and lifted her big hand high in the air. She
 looked at Lisa.

How many?” she asked.
 
Lisa picked up a dart from a nearby table and threw it at a
 dartboard hanging in the hallway wall. It hit a number, and it wasn’t
 a low one, Jack noted with silent displeasure, trying to twist his head
 to the side from under Debbie’s iron grip.

“15,” Lisa answered casually, sitting in a chair to watch,
 crossing one huge leg over the other, the massive calf of the top leg
 creasing deep along the shinbone.
 
Debbie let out a yelp and let it rip. Jack’s howls of pure pain
 were music to her ears as Debbie let her hand come up higher on
 each smack. Her silky, wide palm screamed down and smashed
 soundly into Jack’s quivering white ass with deadly accuracy, first
 one cheek then the other, and then both at the same time, so big was
 the spanking girl’s hand. Debbie felt the wet fire grow between her
 thighs as between wallops, she watched Jack’s ass glow rosier red
 each time she struck him. He tried to crane his head back in pain on
 every slap but Debbie’s other hand held him face down in the sofa
 cushions which absorbed at least a little of his screaming agony.
 
Debbie had started out slowly, taking a second or two between cracks
 but as his ass began to glow and his cries became more genuinely
 terrified, she picked up the pace until her arm and hand were a blur,
 rising and falling with the furious frenzy of her domination.