Amazon Daughters
Life was good. I was almost ten feet tall, muscular enough to put the Hulk and most of my own kind to shame and stronger than any five elephants by a couple orders of magnitude, happily married, and now a mother of three. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, on the giant, reinforced gurney Jane brought with her, she held up our daughters. In the order they emerged from my body, we had the blonde, green-eyed Selena, named in honor of her grandmother, blue-eyed, redheaded Jackie, named for their father due to being the one who most resembled him, and the brunette, hazel-eyed May, for their birthday of May fifth. Jack and I just took turns holding them, together and seperately, for a few minutes, crying with joy. Then we hugged, holding them between us.
Shortly after getting married, we'd asked my sister, an architect now, to build us a house big enough for me to live in. The ceilings were a good twenty feet in height, and the second floor was reinforced to allow for loads of several tons. We only actually had one room for a baby, so they all had to share it. They were big compared to human babies, so we ended up needing to buy two extra cribs. For the first six months, though, our whole family of five slept in Jacks' and my bed, with me, my husband and our daughters all cuddling together. Jack curled up on my twelve-pack, cobblestone abs, while the babies rested on my gigantic breasts. May on the left, Jackie on the right, and Selena stretched across both. As noted, they were quite a bit bigger than humans their age. That's how massive my tits had become. I'd sometimes wake up during the night to find one or more of them suckling me, sometimes in their sleep, sometimes not. On one occasion, I remember May frantically sucking my left nipple, and her sisters fighting over my right. I giggled. It was around when we moved them to their own room that I mailed Ryan and Ericas' parents the book my mother gave me, estimating that the dose of my milk I gave Erica on my and Jacks' wedding day should be starting to kick in.
As they learned to walk, they also learned to work out like they'd seen me do. We ordered small weights for them, of course, albeit still quite a bit heavier than a human could lift at that age. Jackie in particular took to it like a fish to water. When we were first preparing to send them to preschool, we made sure to warn them to be careful around their classmates, explaining that they wouldn't be as big or as strong, and they could hurt them if they didn't control themselves. We also made sure to emphasize the importance of keeping their clothes on, which wasn't really something we did around the house. I inmagine humans need to go over a lot of things with their kids at this point in their lives, but I doubt either of those things are one of them.
"Kindergarten," I mused, "You remember too?" "How could I forget when we met?! Alright girls, is everyone ready to go?" "Bye, Mama!" came a chorus of three voices. "Bye, good luck! I'll see you this afternoon! I love you!" "We love you too!"
And so it went. At school, it seemed Selena was the talkative social butterfly, always telling us what her classmates had been saying. Jackie was the competitor and the athlete, kind of like I'd been at her age, always challenging the boys and beating them at their own game. May took after her father, being the shy, bookish one, even despite her strength. Also of note is the fact that, partially due to Jacks' and my respective families visiting regularly, they were raised bilingual. When they wanted to talk in private, they generally just started speaking Thyrmescryan. A few students and teachers had asked what language they were speaking, and were only told it was what Mamas' family spoke and they weren't allowed to talk about it. Apparently, this, on top of their prodigious size and strength for their age, gave rise to the theory that my side of the family were aliens. When May told us this over dinner one night, Jack and I chuckled. "What's so funny?". "When Mama and I were in kindergarten," Jack replied, grinning, "when we first met, that's what I kinda thought she was, too!". All five of us started laughing.
And then one day, when they were twelve, they all had their first period. It was a dark day in our house, filled with wailing and gnashing of teeth, to say nothing of them showing off their vocabulary in both languages they spoke. "Longest. Day. Of my LIFE!" Jack moaned, lying spread-eagle on our bed that evening. "Well, look on the bright side," I said, advancing on him, "that does mean they're about to start changing! Our little girls are growing up! And before long they won't be so little anymore..." "What was it like for you, exactly?" "Painful, for one thing. Lots of growing pains. Some nights I'd lie awake and swear I could hear my bones and muscles shifting around. But so, so worth it. I was gaining at least a couple pounds a week, and, as you know, the bigger I grew the hornier I got. It was just... euphoric, the feling of slowly outgrowing all the little humans, and later the feeling of outgrowing the other Amazons, and the increasing feeling of strength, like I could do anything. And," I continued, picking him up and cradling him in one arm, "it still makes me SO horny..."
Sure enough, our daughters started to grow. By the time they started middle school that fall, they were each almost six feet tall and as muscular as a lightweight-to-middleweight female bodybuilder, despite their C-cup tits. On the other hand, they also became eating machines. Remembering my experience at their age, I gave them both lunchboxes and lunch money, and they all were suddenly each eating more at dinner than their father, an adult. Jackie became the star of the track-and-field team, and became known by the nickname Jackie Weasley, which May thought was hilarious. May herself spent most of her free time reading or studying, and was at the top of most to all of her classes, but nonetheless stronger than all the boys. She kept track. Selena, meanwhile, had become quite the showoff, showing off her muscles and letting her friends and classmates feel them in her free time. Their sex drives were also starting to increase. On multiple occasions, more often as the years rolled by, one of them would lock herself in their room, during which I would hear her moaning. Didn't take a genius to guess what they were doing.
Then came high school. Our daughters were becoming legendary around town as they grew to dwarf the biggest of the football team in both height and muscularity. And kept growing, to over seven feet tall and five hundred pounds by their senior year. Selena, much like her namesake, became a world-class slut, and basically went on a dating spree, not seeming to care who she dated or slept with. She eventually started going steady with one of the cheerleaders, but not before having an orgy with most of the squad. Jackie gave up on actually competing, but devoted most of her time to growing bigger and stronger, eventually hoping to surpass me. As I was now twelve feet tall and six tons of muscle, she had her work cut out for her. May was eventually assigned to tutor the star player of the football team, who shocked her when he actually asked her out. Apparently he thought the contrast between her sheer size and power and her shy, submissive personality was cute. I'm told they switch roles during sex fairly often. We'll see where all this leads and how college goes, but that's another story for another day.