Megan's sisterhood

[jhunter]

Nice progression considering this is a part 3. Hope to see more soon.

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When we can read the part 4?

[phil123]

Also hope for a part 4 in this special sisterhod.

[totocom]

Megan's sisterhood - part 4
by Totocom


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chapter 1
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It was sunday morning. Usually that meant a long lazy morning but today Peter couldn't remain in his bed. Despite being exhausted, he was up early. He couldn't help but think about the way his life was turning. Therefore he spent all the night weighing the pros and the cons of his new condition. As a result, he decided to let time to sort things out. In the meanwhile he had to earn some tranquility by being the husband that his Mistress wife desired. That way, maybe he could have the benefits of their new relationship without the disadvantages, because of course, there were advantages to this new situation. They were mostly sexual to tell the truth. His wife was turning into a Goddess and he couldn't deny that he was more and more attracted to her.

He was wiping the plates at the sink when Linda came behind him. He had heard her footsteps as soon as she had put her mules, and he was fully aware of her presence, but he was too intimidated to face her and welcome her the way he usually did before the changes. He prefered to let her do the first step, and that's exactly what she did.

She leaned against him from behind, grabbing his arms to immobilize them, she let her boobs to softly surround his head as she rested them on his shoulders.

-"Good morning, Love" she said, turning him to face her.

Peter closed his eyes as he felt his face to slowly brush against her soft breasts. He took a long breath, enjoying the warm and delicate perfume of his wife then looked up at her.

-"Good morning, Mistress" he replied, thinking that he could easily submit to this kind of welcome every day, "I have prepared your breakfast" he said, "I know you add proteins to your diet these days thus I prepared you a milkshake. I hope I did well. And..."

She put her forefinger on his lips, motionning him to stop. That wasn't necessary, he did instictively before her fingertip touched his lips, as if he had read her mind. He waited patiently for her to say something but she didn't. She just grabbed his upper arms and lifted him off the floor, curling him slowly toward her until his lips touched hers. Then, she kissed him passionately.

He responded by kissing her eagerly and didn't notice his slippers falling on the floor as she forced her tongue in his mouth gently. He was in heaven.

When she broke the kiss, she sat her tiny husband on the edge of the sink and she smiled down to him.
-"I'm sure your shake is perfect, honey." she said caressing his hair then crouching before him to grab his slippers.

She was fully aware of his hard-on. She couldn't not to notice it. In fact, while she was kissing him, it poked on her abs distinctly. Thus, as she went down, she softly traced the obvious ridge on his trunks. She wanted him to know that she had noticed his big bulge. "A shame you need to keep your strength for the gym." she commented, grabbing his feet delicately to put his slippers back.

-"What am I supposed to do at the gym?" he said, looking at her, "I noticed that the guys don't work-out there. Anyway, I can't lift weights, I never worked-out." he concluded.

She sat and started to eat, glancing to him as he remained on the sink silently.
-"Your wrist is completely healed now. Plus you need to be evaluated."
-"Evaluated?"
-"As you certainly noticed, I'm way stronger than I was." she said, biting her pancake, "... and, more important, I'm way stronger than you." she added, flexing her huge biceps for him.
He glanced to the bulging muscle and his cock twitched instantly. She giggled, wiping her lips with her little finger, wondering if a remote had been more effective than her muscles to trigger a response from his little pecker.
She took another bit of her pancake and continued."If I'm not careful, I could hurt you very badly without even noticing. I need to know your limits. Do you understand?" she asked. Peter was still looking at the huge biceps, hypnotized, oblivious of the conversation.

She smiled, pleased by the effect that her new muscles had on him, and snapped her fingers to pull him out of his reverie.

He jumped then glanced to her.
-"Sorry, Mistress. What... what were you saying?" he managed to say despite his shiverring.
-"Relax, Peter... Do I have your attention?" she asked. She was calm and relaxed but that seemed like a warning.
-"Yes, Mistress." he answered sheepishly.
-"Good. I was saying that if I'm not careful, I could hurt you very badly with these big muscles. I need to know your limits. Do you understand?"
-"I guess I understand the idea. But..." he stopped in his tracks and lowered his gaze.
-"Don't be shy, hun. Tell me. What's the matter?" she asked.
-"You're planning to beat me to my limits? Is that what you're telling me?" he replied, trembling at that only though.
-"My goodness! No!... I won't use these big muscles to beat you, hun. But I will be more reassured if I knew what you're capable to endure. Now I need to shower. Please, clean the kitchen and be ready to go to the gym." she said as she stood up.
-"Yes, Mistress!" he answered.

She pushed him against the table, until he laid on his back, then she leaned above his frail body to kiss him passionately. "You have fifteen minutes, no more." she said while caressing his crotch. Then she left the kitchen.


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chapter 2
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Peter was really enjoying how the morning was beginning. Thus, when they arrived at the gym, he didn't mind carrying her sport bag or opening the door for her. He even wondered why he was so reluctant to do that the days before. On the contrary, he felt proud to act as the perfect gentleman that Linda was hoping him to be.

As he opened the heavy glass door of the gym, using his shoulder instead of his hands, because he knew that was way easier using his legs than his weaker arms, he faced Clara who was leaving the gym. He held the door open for her and she thanked him with a wide smile. Linda greeted her friend and they had a casual conversation at the door.

Peter tried to follow the conversation but he was busy keeping the heavy door open. It had been designed for these huge women frequenting the gym, not for tiny guys like him.
As he was about to learn soon, the door were designed that way to remind the males the superiority of their mates as soon as they entered the gym. Thus, despite his best efforts, he was sliding back inexorably and the door was slowly closing on the girls.

Linda stopped it with two fingers on the glass while talking to her friend. Then, by rote, she pushed it open, relieving Peter from his efforts. He surely felt the pressure to fade away thus he looked around to figure out why. Of course, he didn't notice her arm -it was way above his head- until he turned to face her. She was leaning over Clara to a kiss goodbye and he waited patiently, looking at her, marvelling at how easily she was holding the heavy door.

When clara walked away, Linda turned to her husband and smiled down to him.
-"You should be more careful, hun. That was very nice trying to keep the door open, but you should let the heavy stuff to someone who can handle it."

Peter was about to answer when he heard a warm voice behind him.
-"Oh my God, Linda! You're gorgeous!"
-"Cindyyy!"

Linda jumped in the big blonde arms and they kissed for a moment, oblivious of the door which was held open by the round ass of the towering Cindy, who probably didn't even notice.

After a while, Cindy let Linda on the floor and she turned to Peter.
-"So you're Peter." she stated.

The tone she employed clearly revealed that she didn't need a confirmation but Peter couldn't help but answer.
-"Yes, Mistress." he nodded, reminding Linda's advice from the previous day 'Obey unconditionnally!'.
-"So cute. He's handsome and very polite." the big blonde said, adressing to Linda, as she rubbed his hair like you do with young kids.

Peter felt abnormally proud about the comment. For some reason he didn't mind at all to be treated like a child by that Amazon. He just glanced to his towering wife, sporting a large grin. He knew that she was proud of him and that was a very pleasant feeling.

Linda pulled her husband against her and held him tightly.
-"This one is mine, Cindy. You should find your own." she said, giggling.

Cindy laughed. She winked to Peter then she left, blowing a kiss to the protective woman who was squeezing her tiny husband between her huge muscular limbs.

Linda walked toward the locker-room, dragging Peter with her.

-"I'm going to dress in a more appropriate outfit, honey. Ask David for a proper outfit and do it as well."
-"A proper outfit? But this is my usual..."

She wasn't listening him anymore and yelled to her brother, "Dave!"

Peter turned his head just in time to see David appearing behind a rack of weights like a lemurian behind a dune. That could have been comical if Megan's theatrical appearance behind him hadn't eclipsed her husband's one.
-"Hello, Megan" Linda said, "I need your husband's help. Peter doesn't have the reglementary outfit, he could borrow him one."
-"Sure!"

The huge Amazon whispered something to David's ear then she slapped him on the ass, giving him the necessary impulse to jump above a couple of barbells. David didn't mind, he ran toward his sister laughing and rubbing his ass.
-"Hello, Mistress." he said hugging her, "I'm glad to see you both here." he added, turning his gaze to Peter "Hi, dude."

Peter didn't answer. He was studying the outfit David was wearing. Basically that was leather overalls. They looked more like a harness. The leather was thick and looked solid. It was tinted in pink, decorated with golden spikes and rings, and was embroidered with David's name. It was obviously a very expensive garment. Peter was about to ask if that was the kind of cloth he had to wear but as David entered the locker-room he changed his mind.
-"Men are allowed in there?" he asked Linda, pointing to David who was lunging to a locker.
-"Only those who are partnered with a full Emendatae." she said, smiling.

He looked at her quizzically and she explained, "Full Emendatae are the girls who have completed their treatment. I will be one soon. You have to wait."

Peter nodded. He wasn't really sure that being allowed in the locker-room was a good thing, but the perspective of being there, among these Goddesses fully naked, with their bodies oiled by their sweat, wasn't unpleasant at all. He was taken off his reverie by a hard slap. Ouch! That hurts! he though as he rubbed his cheek looking at his wife shamely.

-"I can read in your mind, honey." she said.
-"Sorry, Mistress." he replied, blushing.
-"Don't be sorry." she said, "Somehow I like it. I like you fantasizing about big bulging muscles." she concluded as she disappeared in the locker-room.

David came back at that very moment.

-"Hey, dude. What did you tell her?" he said, pointing to the lockers, "She's giggling like a schoolgirl and seems happier than ever." he asked, "Here is your outfit." he added, "I picked a white one because you're not very taned. You can wear it with underpants, of course, but that's not necessary."

Peter looked at the garment. It was similar to David's one but the color. He sighed.
-"Dave. Is it necessary to wear this?"
-"Dude, my Mistress sister, ordered you to wear it. It's wise to obey her. If I were you, I had worn it before she had to ask you twice. Should I remind you that's a private gym? It's not the usual gym, it's the sisterhood gym. It has its own rules."

Peter knew that David was right and he nodded.

-"May you help me? Because I don't know how to wear that kind of..."
-"I can't do that." David interupted, "This is your business, dude... Don't ask. Just do it by yourself... Well, considering you're a newbie here, if I were you, I had asked to Megan. Go! Go! I'm OK with that. Ask her. Linda isn't going to be long."

Peter ran toward Megan and David entered the locker-room. Linda was sitting on a bench, oiling her massive legs with a relaxing cream.

-"Mission accomplished, Mistress. Peter is in good hands." David said to his sister.
-"Thank you, bro. I know that's not easy for you to share the attention of your Mistress, but Peter needs to accostumate to be handled by other Mistresses."

David nodded and continued "... and you though that my Mistress wife is the best person to do that for him... You're very wise and attentionned Mistress, and you're very kind too."

Linda grabbed her brother's hand tenderly, "Thank you, bro. Here! Take this. I need to oil my arms too." she explained, sitting upright then doing a double biceps pose for him. David noticed that her massive arms were already oiled. He didn't comment. She was clearly rewarding him for his help and he wasn't going to disappoint her. He spread some paste in his palms and applied them on her bulging muscles.



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chapter 3
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Meanwhile in the gym...

Megan was nodding at Peter who was shyly explaining the situation. She was standing close to him, her hands on her hips, and he had to crane his head to look at her. That was the way she liked to talk to the guys. That was her most intimidating stance and she used it as much as she could when she was in presence of the opposite sex.

When he finished to talk she sat on the bench she was using to bench press and she pulled him closer. Even sitting she was still as tall as him. She let him to wait silently between her mammoth legs for a moment. She didn't need to, but she knew that was making him uncomfortable, and she enjoyed it too much to miss that opportunitity.

She grabbed his T-shirt at the waist and pulled it over his head. She took her time, caressing his thin arms, sizing them between her fingers, circling them within her thumbs and her middle fingers. She glanced to him from time to time, nourishing her pleasure with his discomfort.

-"Have you read the 'SRB', Peter?" she asked.

He gulped when she tried to emcompass his thighs whith her hands.
-"No, not yet, Mistress" he answered, "What is that?" he demanded.

She had long fingers, very long ones, decorated with nicely paint fingernails.
He was flabbergasted as he dawned on that not only she could circle his thigh with her hands, but there was a noticeable gap between her fingers and his leg. She smiled at him, caressing his inner thigh with her thumb. She was playing with him. She knew what kind of thoughs he had in mind, about sex, love, trust, betrayal, friendship... She was making him unconfortable and she was enjoying it. Her powerful pheromones were driving him nuts. He was shuddering.

She bit her lips.

-"The 'SRB' is the book in which you will find all the rules you need to know to serve your Mistress properly. Do you have one?" she asked, a hand seizing his neck firmly to keep him in place, while her other hand was snaking slowly around his torso.
-"No, Mistress. Should I buy one?"
She hadn't finished with him. She continued caressing his back slowly, sizing his almost inexistant muscles.
-"David will give you his book" she said, "He doesn't need it anymore, he knows it by heart."
-"By heart?"
She curled her fingers and he was forced on his tiptoes to keep his balance. He didn't want to put his hands on her.
-"By heart." she confirmed, giving him another push with her fingers.

This time his weak legs couldn't match her strong fingers and he had to rest his hands on her chest. He glanced to her fearfully. She lifted an eyebrow.

The fear on his face and the trembling of his hand on her chest stirred up a delicious thrill through her whole body.
-"This is not in the SRB, little man." she mocked.
-"I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, Megan. I didn't want..."
-"How did you just call me?" she asked, seizing his neck from behind and standing up, liting him one-handed as she did with David two weeks ago in the kitchen.
-"Mistress. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry." he said, crying, "That won't happen again. Please, believe me, Mistress. Mistress. Mistress."

She held him high above the floor and she brushed her hair with her free hand, flexing her huge biceps to scare him, pretending to think about the proper punishment, but only allowing her more time to enjoy her dominance over the poor little guy.
-"Do I got your word, Pet?" she asked in her most reassuring tone.
-"Yes, Mistress, you got it."
-"You're forgiven." she said, playing with the hem of his shorts then inserting her forefinger underneath and pulling them down.
-"Thank you, Mistress."

She didn't anwser. She simply continued to pull down his shorts, step by step, to mid-thigh. Then, she let them to fall on the floor by themselves. He shivered.
-"There, there... Mistress Megan has forgiven you and she's going to take care of you, little man." she said, intenting to reassure him.

Of course, that was useless and simply too late because he was already trembling like a leaf, hanging two feet off the floor, at arm length.

Anticipating her next move, he put his hands on his crotch to hide his growing cock but she slapped them away with her free hand.
-"This is not yours anymore, Pet. This is a belonging of the sisterhood." she said.
-"Sorry, Mistress. I... I didn't knew."

She grabbed his underpants and pulled them down his legs as well. She forced them off and she threw them on the bench behind her.

She held the harness, for him to put his feet inside, then she waited patiently that he did. That wasn't easy because he was trembling and he was unable to put his feet through the leather loops. Plus, the more he looked down, the more his erected cock made him to feel worse.

When he finally achieved it, she slowly lowered him to the floor and pulled him close to her. She sat on the bench, with him standing between her legs then she buckled the leather straps on his torso. She squeezed his erection within the harness but she didn't care, and he didn't dare to make a comment. When she finished, she checked the cloth and slapped him on the ass friendly.

-"Perfect!" she exclamed. "But you will have to tan a bit if you want to wear funnier colors."
-"Yes, Mistress. thank you for the help." he said, turning his back to her as he was about to leave to join Linda.
-"Where do you think you're going, Pet?" Megan asked in an authoritative tone.

Peter froze instantly and turned to face her. She continued, "I hope you don't expect me to pick up your clothes." she said, pointing to his underpants which she had just set on the floor between her legs.

He gulped loudly then approached timidely to gather his clothes scattered on the floor. He was trembling. Megan didn't move or comment. The poor guy already had a lot to think about, thus Megan let him to collect his clothes and leave. She just flexed her muscles, pumping them slowly to intimidate him a bit more, and let him go.

 


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chapter 4
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Linda and Peter met at the entrance of the locker-room. He was still trembling from his encounter with Megan. Linda took him in her arms.
-"There, there, baby... I'm here... Are the big girls scaring you?" she asked, while swinging him gently like a baby, "Don't worry. Your Mistress wife is here to protect you." she added reassuringly, squeezing him gently between her massive arms.

Usually, that reassuring tone, as well as these protective comments, had sounded condescending to Peter. They had certainly upset him. He was the guy in charge after all. He didn't need to be protected. At least that was what he though a month ago. But he wasn't sure anymore. He couldn't help but be nervous when these huge girls were around. They were so impressive, so strong, so dangerous. He nestled in her arms, resting his head on her balooning biceps, and he caressed her muscular chest unknowingly.

Peter just realized that Linda's outfit was similar to the one he was wearing, a fancy leather harness. Except this one was thicker and the metallic rings were replaced by nice carabiners. Surprisingly, he hadn't noticed yet. Even worse, he was sure that Megan was wearing the same harness and he hadn't noticed either.

Linda was walking toward the warmup area, carrying him effortlessly in her arms, enjoying the soft touch of her husband on her mighty muscles.
As he tried to grope the muscles, she flexed her thick pectorals playfully to force his fingers apart. That amused her.

When they arrived to the cardio area, she kissed him tenderly.

-"Since you never worked-out, you won't be able to load the bars properly for most the required exercises, honey. But that won't be a problem. David is almost the same size than you are. We will use his stats for a start. For now we're going to warm-up on the treadmill." she said, letting him to stand on the tread and hoping herself on the closest one.

-"You just have to select the difficulty, from one to thirty. If I were you I had started at level four or five because we are going to run for twenty minutes. Don't waste all your strength on this single exercise." she explained, "... The green button to start, the red one to stop the tread... That's quite easy." she concluded, beginning to run as her tread started to scroll.

Peter did as told and started running. He immediately noticed that she was running way faster than him. He couldn't help but ask.
-"Which level are you using, Mistress?"
-"Currently? Fifteen." she answered, tying up her hair while running "but I will increase the speed to twenty in a moment.".
-"The speed?" he asked.
-"Yes. One level stands for one mile per hour," she explained, "right now I'm running at fifteen mph." she said, oggling to his speed selector as she talked. "And, since you selected the fifth level, you're running at five mph." she stated.

She didn't mention that she was running three times faster. However Peter was quick to do the maths. He continued to run silently at his own pace which was modeled on the sound of her heavy footsteps. He came to the conclusion that her stride was three times longer than his own.
 
When the twenty minutes elapsed, the treads slowed down, stopped automatically, then the screen displayed the distance traveled.

David, who was waiting next to her, gave Linda the doctor's form and she noted Peter's performance while he recovered.
-"You just ran one mile and a half, honey. That's not bad considering that's your first day." she complimented him.

David patted on his friend shoulder, "That's not very good, dude, but that's more or less what I did on my first day." he commented, "In case you're wondering, your Mistress wife just ran six miles."
-"Six miles? In twenty minutes? You must be kidding. That would mean she could run a marathon in one hour and a half! A fucking record!"

Linda handed the form back to David then she grabbed both guys by their overalls and carried them to the leg press. As he was hauled, Peter realized that the rings on the overalls weren't decorations, obviously they were handy devices for these huge women to handle their men more confortably.

He glanced to David, that idiot was adopting the well known Superman stance and was sporting a stupid smile. Peter couldn't help but laugh, oblivious of the humiliating situation he was in. David glanced to him then laughed too.

-"Ok, guys. You're both going to warm-up before trying your best. A couple of sets with 40lbs will be perfect." she said, letting them on their feet then inserting the pin in the stack of weights, "Dave! Since Peter doesn't know how to proceed, you go first."

David complied then Peter did his set as well. In no time they both completed their two sets of leg-presses. Linda looked at her watch.
-"Four minutes of rest! Then you try your max... Meanwhile I'm going to warm-up a bit." she said, inserting the pin at the base of the rack, thereby selecting a thousand pounds of weight. She sat and started to perform reps, one after the other, mindlessly.

-"What's your max. on the leg-press, bro?" she asked to David while continuing to press the plates.
-"100lbs, Mistress."
-"Good! Congratulations, bro. Do you want to try with 120lbs today?" she said, not mentionning that she was lifting ten times more than him effortlessly.

David shook his head, "That's way too much, Mistress. I tried last week with Mistress wife and she said I have to wait till next month to have another try."
-"Yes. Trying to lift heavy weights might be dangerous, bro." she explained. Then she addressed to Peter "Well, since David doesn't want to try with 120lbs, it's your turn, honey. Let's try with 100lbs."

Peter laid on the leg-press and she pulled the latch apart for him. He let the weight to go down, trembling, then he pushed with all his might to bring it back. Sadly it was too heavy for him. He was shaking from the effort but the weight didn't move at all. Linda stopped him. She pressed the weight up with one hand while she moved the pin to the 80lbs hole with the other.
-"Don't worry, hun. You don't need to impress me." she reassured him, letting the weight to go down slowly, "Try again." she said.

This time, Peter was able to push the weight up. That was hard, the form wasn't perfect, but at least he managed to lift it. He kept the weight up for a moment, just realizing he had just pressed with both legs the same weight she had just lifted with one arm. He looked at his wife admiratively, not really knowing if he should be proud or ashamed about that.
-"Don't stop, honey. Try to make a second rep." Linda demanded him, looking at his bony legs to tremble as he tried to control the weight going down. "Come on!" she encouraged him.

Peter tried, he really did, but sadly he couldn't manage to extend his legs completely. When he reached half way up, he had to give up. The weight fell loudly as he couldn't even to slow it down. Again, Linda pressed the weight up and Peter tried to secure it.
'"Let me to help you, honey." Linda said, "the latch is designed for Emendatae women, there is no way you could move it by your own." she added, pushing the heavy device aside with her forefinger.

Peter tried to stand, but he soon realized that his legs were still shaking and that they were of no use. He couldn't control them anymore. He looked at Linda quizzically, wondering if he had injured himself. Her smile immediately  reassured him.She grabbed him by his overalls and pulled him off the seat.

Then, holding him at arm length, a couple of feet above the floor, she softly touched his lips with hers. She pulled him closer and kissed him tenderly while hugging his frail body against her cushionny tits. "That was a great effort, Peter. You need to rest a bit." she said reassuringly while carrying him to a bench to sit him.

She noted Peter's stats on the form then smiled to him.
-"The following exercise is called bench-press. David is going to show you on that machine." she said him, handing the form to her husband then turning to her brother, "If I remember well, bro, you can deadlift hundred and what... ten lbs? benchpress sixty and maybe curl thirty with the barbell?". David nodded.

-"Megan was benchpressing, right?" she asked him.
-"Yes, Mistress?"
-"How much weight was she using today?"
-"I don't know, Mistress. She was just warming up with 500lbs."

Linda smiled to her brother then glanced to Peter. She knew that he was scared by the huge Amazons of the sisterhood. He certainly knew that they were way stronger than him, but she doubted that he could figure what these Amazons, including her, were capable to do. Their strength was definitively beyond human standards.

Meanwhile David had selected 40lbs to warmup and was performing his reps quite easily on the machine. The guided weights helping his weaker arm to do his part of the work without a problem. Since Peter had never been in a gym, he didn't knew if he should be impressed or not by the weight David was using. He just watched carefully how to perform the exercise and waited for his brother-in-law to stop before he could try.

When he finally did, his first repetions were easy to perform, but, as time passed by, it was obvious that the weight was too much for him. Linda didn't comment. She just wondered how to react... Decrease the weight for the rest of his warm-up?... Or let him to continue with that weight and let him to exhaust before he could try his max?
The best choice was probably to let him that decision.

-"Your turn again, bro. You're doing well with the 40lbs. If you're not too exhausted with the warm-up maybe you can try eighty today. You should consider that before using too much weight for warming-up." she announced, addressing to her brother but clearly giving the advice to her husband.

David smiled, clearly pleased by his sister remark. He knew that he couldn't compete with her, but he knew as well that improving his PR was certainly a way to impress her. Thereby, he performed his set quickly, knowing very well that slowing down won't help. He knew he had to keep some strength for his PR.

when it was Peter's turn, he didn't decrease the weight. If David could do it, he had do it as well. He did.
Sadly, he wasn't as strong as David. It was obvious that he was struggling to perform the last reps. Everyone noticed but he seemed satisfied anyway.

When they finished their warm-up, Linda told them to sit for a moment and rest a bit before they try their personnal records. She grabbed the pin and let it to slide down noisily to the 400lbs hole. She could do more than that to warm-up, but she just wanted to make the maths easier, that was precisely ten times more than they had just used.

She laid on the bench and started to performs reps without counting. After a minute, her phone rang. Peter and David looked at her. She didn't seem to bother. She just continued to do her reps with one hand while she picked her phone which was discreetly set in her cleavage. she checked the message, still moving the weight up and down. She even answered the message then inserted her phone back between her huge tits.

David smiled. He hadn't been surprised if she had made her phone to ring on purpose. Peter, on the contrary, was still oggling at her, his mouth fully open, unable to move or even to utter a sound.
David shouldered him friendly.
-"Don't let her know that you're impressed, dude. She's just showing off." he teased. Then he turned to his sister as if her demonstration of strength was nothing. "I'm ready to try my PR, Mistress."
-"Nice! I was texting thus I lost lack of time." she answered, "Ready to try 80lbs, bro?
-"Yes, Mistress."
-"Good. If you achieve it, I will let you to soap my body in the shower." she said.
-"Oh! Thank you, Mistress!" he replied, not even trying to hide his excitement.
-"What!?" Peter asked angrily, "I'm your husband. If someone has to it, I will." he stated.
-"No!" Linda spated, looking at her husband sternly, "There is two reasons, young boy. Firstly, you're not allowed to enter the lockers room. Secondly, you aren't strong enough to do the job correctly. If you think you're stronger than David, show it. Try with 100lbs, because I have no doubt that my brother will success with 80." she concluded, putting the pin in the 100lbs hole.

Peter laid on the bench without even thinking about it. He grabbed the two handles and pushed as hard as he could. But to his despair, nothing happened.

-"Are you trying, Peter?" Linda asked. He didn't answer. He just tried again. she continued "Maybe you should try with 80lbs. At least you could demonstrate that you're as strong as Dave."

She didn't let him a chance to answer and changed the pin to 80lbs. Unfortunatly, the result was the same. The handles didn't move at all. He started to shake but that didn't help, he was just wasting his last forces into a fight which was already lost.

Linda selected less weight. He didn't even notice. At 60lbs he managed to lift the bar a couple of inches but he had to let it fall back. He was so exhausted from his previous tries that not only he didn't achieve it but linda doubted he could even lift the 40lbs he had done previously.

-"60lbs seems to be too much for you, Peter. Should I reduce the weight to 40lbs?" she said out loud.
-"NO!" he replied back, fighting with the bar, using every bit of the remaining energy in his frail and untrained body.
-"Nonsense." she answered, setting the weight to 40lbs, "Here, try with 40lbs." she commanded.

He finally lifted the handles from their support but he couldn't extend his arms completely. She let him try for a moment, then she helped him.
-"That's it. You achieved it, honey. You just set your personnal record at 40lbs on the bench-press." she said, noting his PR on the form. "David, it's your turn. Try with 80lbs, sweetheart." she added, selecting the weight for her brother.

She glanced to Peter.

-"Don't even think about leaving the gym before I tell you, honey. We have more exercises to do."



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chapter 5
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A few weeks later at Megan's.

Linda had just completed her growing program. She was chatting whith her sister in law and Cindy. Both girls were now standing the same size, around six foot seven inches, and close to four hundred pounds. Linda and Cindy were considering to try the new treatment from Rentabod corporation. The Emendatae Plus. But sadly, there was still a lot of 'problems' to solve. Megan had just signed in a week ago. She had moved to a bigger house with David, in a new off-shore complex called 'Athena's garden'.

A loud metallic noise came from the basement. The three friends looked at each other and started to laugh.

-"They are playing again with the weights."
-"These guys are impossible."
-"They could injure them severely" said Megan, "Yesterday, Peter and David were playing with the dumbbells. One of them rolled off the bench where they had let it. It almost crushed Peter's feet."
-"OMG! which dumbbell was it?" Linda asked.
-"A fifty pounds one."
-"Hopefully, it was a light one. Just imagine what could happen with a 200lbs dumbbell. And I don't even talk about the 500lbs ones." Cindy said.
-"Sure" added Linda, "last week I saw them trying to put one of them back on the rack."
-"A 500lbs one?"
-"Noooo! Don't be silly. A 200lbs one. Peter and David together, they were holding each one at a end."
-"Did they achieve it?"
-"No, of course. But they lifted it a foot or so. It could have fallen and crush their toes."
-"Flint wasn't there?"
-"Sure. He was doing reps on the bench."
-"I told him to stop playing with that bar. It could be dangerous."
-"Don't worry. That's safe as long as he doesn't try to add plates to the bar."
-"Add plates?"

Both girls laughed again.

-"Peter! David! Flint! Come here."

The three men came almost immediatly. They stood silently at the entrance of the patio and waited.

Megan questionned them.

-"Have you cleaned the basement?"
-"Yes, Mistress." answered David.
-"Yes, Mistress Megan." answered Peter and Flint together.
-"Are the towels in the washing machine?"
-"Yes, Mistress."
-"Yes, Mistress Megan."
-"David, be a dear and prepare us three protein shakes. Two chocolate ones and..."
-"One vanilla" he interrupted with a big smile.

Megan smiled back to him and motioned to the kitchen.

David elbowed Peter and lunged to the kitchen, quickly followed by Flint. But while the two friends ran toward the house, Peter remained there, looking at Megan. He tried to control his shaking limbs with no visible results.

-"May I say something, Mistress Megan?"
-"Sure, Pet. What's wrong?"
-"I just tried to lift a dumbbell but it fell to the floor. It was too heavy for me."
-"Oh, honey!" said Linda, faking to be worried. "Did you put it back on the rack?"
-"No, I'm sorry, Mistress. I can't do it alone. It's a 100lbs dumbbell."
-"Don't worry, Megan, I will take care of that later" Linda said. Then, she turned to Peter.
-"Help your friends with the shakes."

Peter ran to the kitchen.

-"Good Lord! What were you doing, Pete? Come here and help us to open the fridge."

The fridge opened easily as the three guys pulled together. It was a new trend, designed for Emendatae women. The force required to open it was far beyond the capability of an average man but it matched very well with the new standarts for enhanced women.

The three girls continued to chat peacefully in the garden while the guys prepared the shakes.

Moments later, they came back with huge protein shakes.

-"Mmmmmm!" Said Cindy, massaging her big arms.
-"Nice" said Linda.
-"I'm starved" Megan said, "I need to feed these babies" she added flexing her huge biceps.
-"May we join with some beers, Mistress?" David asked.
-"sure."


Flint grasped Peter sleeve and pulled on him.
-"Help us with the fridge."

Seconds later the three guys came back. They noticed immediately that Linda wasn't there.

David let the three beers on the table without a word and waited patiently. Megan took a beer and opened it for him. Cindy took another one and opened it for Flint. Peter waited next to his friends silently. His hands were hidden behind his back. He had a worried look and was bitting his lower lip nervously.

Linda just came back from the basement. She probably went to check if the basement was clean as well as to relocate the 100lbs dumbbell on the rack. She sat peacefully, took the last beer and let it on the ground between her feet.

-"No beer for Peter" she said, "He played with the dumbbells without permission."
-"But..."
-"But what?" interrupted Linda, grabbing him by the collar and forcing him on his knees between her huge thighs, "May you explain why you disobeyed me, Peter?"

Peter looked at her thighs in awe. They were so close, so hard, so powerful, so dangerous. He knew perfectly that there was nothing he could say to avoid a punishment. And he certainly didn't want to make it worse. He just hoped she wasn't going to use her mighty legs to squeeze him like a bug. He lowered his gaze.

-"I only wanted to try that dumbbell, to figure how strong you are, Mistress. I can't help it. Your strength amazes me. I wanted somehow to experience what you feel when you lift these huge weights. I like when you perform strength feats. It makes me hard. I feel..."
-"Shut up!" She commanded.
-"Isn't he cute" said Megan.
-"Too bad that he's already in love with one of my besties" added Cindy with a malicious smile... "Don't be too rude with him, Linda. I'm sure he's honest."

Linda wasn't listening her friend. She was wondering if she hadn't misunderstood what she had just heard. It was so inexpected to her. She though he was afraid of her. He was in admiration, maybe in love. She leaned forward and took the beer can in her hand.

-"If you can take it, Peter, you can drink it" she said, holding the can before his eyes.

He tried to take it but she had clamped her fingers around the metallic cylinder. He pulled with all his might without results. Her arm didn't move an inch. His attempts were useless, everybody knew it. She was just playing with him.
Yet, he was trying his best to unfold her fingers and release the can from her grip. He had to use the strength of both arms to unfold partially one of her fingers. And she folded it again as soon as he released it to grab another one.

Everybody remained silent watching at Peter to pull on Linda's fingers. Both guys amazed by the strength that Linda was displaying. Both girls amused by the pityful attempts that Peter was doing. His arms were trembling due to the efforts he was putting in the fight, Linda was simply smiling, her strong arms not even showing the slightest effort to stop him.

David was sitting on Megan lap and she was caressing his hair gently. Flint was sitting on the floor, leaning against Cindy's crotch, surrounded by her massive thighs on each side.

Megan broke the silence.

-"Look at him, Linda. He wasn't lying." She said, motionning to his crotch.

Peter didn't listen, he was still trying to get the beer, but everybody looked at him and noticed his huge hard-on. The display of power was clearly arousing him. Linda let a soft surprised cry to escape her lovely lips and stood up releasing the can. Peter fell backward on the ground just as she stood up before him.

He looked up at her, trembling, afraid of her reaction, and he crawled backward unconsciously toward Megan's protective legs. Linda looked at her friends and smiled.

-"I think Peter and I need to have a talk, girls. Do you mind if we go to the basement, Megan ?"

Megan smiled.

-"Of course, not." She answered, standing up, lifting David and Peter in her arms without even noticing.
-"Sit down, Meg. Linda doesn't need us. She's requesting a private talk with her hubby." Cindy interfered.

Megan glanced to Linda and smiled, "Oh! Of course." she nodded, letting Peter to slide down against her firm body.

Linda snapped her fingers then pointed in the direction of the basement. Peter lowered his gaze and  lunged to the basement without a word. She followed him, smiling to her friends.



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chapter 6
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As they reached the basement, Linda sat on a bench.
-"Bring me the dumbbell." she said, pointing to the rack.

Peter didn't ask. He knew perfectly that she was refering to the 100 lbs dumbbell. The one he was having trouble to rack a moment ago. Luckily for him, it was easier to unrack. Thus he grabbed the weight with both hands, without arguing the way he used to do before her sudden growth.
With the help of his frail legs, standing on tiptoes, he managed to lift the dumbbell above the stops on the rail. Then he let it so slip toward the edge of the rack and let it go down to the floor, as smoothly as possible to avoid hurting his back. When it was done, he stretched a bit to relieve the pain on his lumbars, then he lifted it again, letting it to hang between his legs. He advanced toward Linda as well as he could, but after two clumsy steps, he concluded that it was easier to make it roll. Thus he let the dumbbell to fall on the carpet and pushed it toward Linda. He had to stop a couple of times to aim the dumbbell in the right direction but, finally, he managed to bring it to her.

Linda didn't say a word. She watched him fighting against the weight, realising the full extend of his lack of strength. She waited for him to be close enough then she held her hand, palm up, for him to deposit the weight. She let him to struggle, not deigning to lower her hand to help him.

When he managed to do it, she curled the weight a few times. "Too light." she concluded, letting the dumbbell to fall loudly at her feet, "Give me a heavier one." she commanded.

He lunged to the rack. She yelled at him. "Hey!... Where do you think you're going?... Are you going to let this dumbbell here?" she spat agressively to intimidate him.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at her, trying to find out if she was serious or not. Her face was relaxed but she was checking her fingernails, completely ignoring him, thus he couldn't see her eyes and figure what she was thinking.

He realized that he was trembling because he was scared by his own wife. He started to cry uncontrollably.
- "I'm sorry, Mistress... SOB... I didn't know that you wanted me... SOB... to return it... SOB... to the rack" he replied, kneeling at her feet to pull on the dumbbell.

She motionned him to stop. "I changed my mind. Let it here." she said, grabbing the the dumbbell then starting to perform quick arm curls as she stood up.

-"Come here!" she commanded, "Grab the dumbbell at the ends. Hold on!" she continued, waiting for him to comply.

When she was sure that he was holding tightly, she started to rise the dumbbell, barely noticing that he was suspended on it. She slowly extended her arm above her head, looking at him right in the eyes the whole time, letting him to realize what she was doing. She didn't stop until his lips were close to hers. He was already tiring and was about to give up when she ordered him, "Kiss me!".

He tried to kiss her. He really tried, but she was holding the dumbbell too far from her lips. It was impossible to reach her. Meanwhile, she unbucked his belt and let his pants to fall at his ankles. She was trully surprised to find a huge hard-on. She was aware of the devastating effect of fear on erections. That was definitively something else. She glanced to him with a dumfounded look.

He was just realizing that he couldn't pull himself any closer without her help, he gave up.
- "Please, let me to kiss you, Linda."
-"Linda?" she replied back with a frightening stern look on her face.

Peter turned pale instantly. His grip loosened and he fell at her feet.
-"Mistress! I mean Mistress. I didn't want to be disrespectful. Please forgive me, Mistress." he said, futilely trying to hide his hard-on.

Linda knelt in front of her husband and pulled him toward her, forcing his face against the floor as she dragged him closer. She held his face down and set the dumbbell on his neck. Then she stood up, looking at him as he tried to pull the huge weight away.

There was no way he could escape from the trap, they both knew it. However, he tried for a moment to lift the dumbbell from one side, or the other. Of course, that was useless. He was able to move the dumbbell slightly but not enough to lift it a single inch, even less above his head. As a last attempt, he tried to do a push-up with the hope that, using the strength of both hands plus his pectorals, he could make the dumbbell to roll on his back. He didn't move at all and only achieved to hurt his neck a bit more. Finally, he admitted that he was definitvely trapped there and stopped his weak and futile attempts to escape.

-"I can't believe that you're struggling to lift a dumbbell which is so light that it's almost useless for us, sisters." she commented as he turned his head to look at her.

From his position, he could only see her legs up to her calves. She was wearing an expensive pair of stilettos, as she usually did. He liked that. They confered her a very feminine look despite her massive frame. He didn't mind her being taller or stronger than him, but he didn't want her to look like a man. She definitively wasn't but that feminine touch was the cherry on the cake.

As he was looking at her carefully, he couldn't believe that he was noticing for the very first time the contrast between her delicate, feminine ankles and the hugeness of her stone hard calves which were jutting out proudly. If he hadn't be reassured by the sensual tone of her voice and her gentle manners, the only sight of these monsters being that close had probably scared him to death. It was almost amusing to realize that focusing on her pythonic thighs had completely eclipsed the fact that her calves were almost as intimidating.

At that very moment, Peter wasn't intimidated. The only feeling that was making him to feel more alive than ever was lust, pure, uncontrolled and undescriptible lust. He was trembling with envy, wanting, more than anything, to kiss and lick her strong muscles which were radiating with power so close and yet so unreachable. He pulled out his tongue desperately, trying to reach her toes.

She smiled down and approached her foot from his lips. He didn't need any other encouragement, he started immediately to lick and suck on her big toe. She didn't comment, she just watched him rolling his tongue around her toes, sucking, swallowing, gagging, moaning. He was clearly worshipping her, not reacting anymore to the world. He was into a trance.

How comes that she hadn't realized yet that he wasn't afraid anymore of her statuesque body but really in adoration with it. She grabbed the dumbbell and let it fall behind her, voluntarily making it to roll noisily in his vision field for him to be aware.

-"Do my calves, now." she said, turning her right ankle subtly to make the muscles more defined.

He went on all fours and started to lick the bulging muscles without further entice. She looked at him through the full length mirror on the wall. He was liking that.
"OMG!" she though, noticing a long droplet of goo hanging to his deflated cock which was still attached to an expanding pool of cum on the floor. He just came without any physical stimulation. She shivered.

He stopped momentarily to lick her calves, looking at her. Then, as she didn't make any further comment, he continued to nibble on her calves lusciously. It wasn't long before he was hard again. She turned her back to him and spread her legs slightly to let a small gap between her enormous calves.
-"On your knees." she ordonned, plunging a hand in her panties. Peter complied immediately.
-"Hands on your back." she continued, still caressing her clit as she stepped back toward him. She was purring softly, shivering, rubbing her calves on his cock. He was trembling, trying to suppress the desire to kiss her legs but he knew that he had to wait her command. She was using her long heels to caress the thick vein running along his cock. He didn't want to look at her through the mirror, he knew that would probably make him to reach another orgasm. God, she was playing with him, caressing her inner thighs and her pussy with her long fingers, purring and ondulating sexily before him.

When she felt the moisteness of his precum to warm her calves, she let his cock to slip between them and turned her ankles slightly. "AARRRGGHHHH !!" he shouted, leaning forward to grab her legs and force them open. That was useless. His small hands couldn't find the slightest grip on her huge, hard muscles, even less pull them apart. His cock was squeezed into a painful vice, and he couldn't do anything about it. He was at her mercy, like a prey into the lethal loops of a boa constrictor.

She slightly bent her knees, wiggling her hips sexily as she went down, then she rubbed her ass on his face to tease him. He started to kiss her ass cheeks instantly.
She let him know her satisfaction, purring and panting as she furiously rubbed her sex whith her fingers, clearly enjoying the touch of his lips on her buttocks while she masturbated.
Then, she pushed him backward gently to lower her soaking wet panties to mid-thigh.
-"Lick!" she ordonned, squeezing his cock a bit more, and forcing his face on her ass crank. He didn't hesitate at all, almost grateful that she didn't obliterate his bruised manhood with a single flex of her mighty calves. He plunged his tongue between her massive glutes and licked greedily.

She didn't need any other stimulation to reach the powerful and delicious orgasm that she needed. She roared from pleasure and cried his name while her Amazonian body was shaken by the powerful spasms of her muscles.
When her orgasm resumed, she was still holding his face deep in her ass crank. She stood still, releasing his head and removing the fingers she had in her dripping wet pussy, then she turned her ankles to make room between her rock hard calves.

A long stream of goo escaped from between her legs then Peter fell on the floor, almost unconscious. He still spasmed a few times, then he passed out with a peaceful grin on his face.




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chapter 7
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Two weeks had passed and the two lovers were experiencing a new kind of relationship. Many aspects were still difficult for Peter to handle, but the benefits were clearly changing his mind step by step. This evening was a new test in their relation.

As Peter parked at the entrance of the restaurant, Linda hesitated, she wasn't sure anymore that dining together in public was a good idea so soon. That was their first time together in public since she went through the Emendatae program. Maybe she should wait a couple of weeks more, to be sure that he was ready. She didn't want to use her strength against him and still hoped he would accept his fate willingly. Anyway Peter looked less reluctant for a couple of days. Maybe that was the good timing. She glanced to him shyly.
-"You're OK, darling?" she asked.
-"Yes, Mistress." he answered nervously, taking off his security belt then getting out of the car to open the door for her. The valet of the restaurant had preceded him.

The guy wasn't prepared to what he was about to see. Thus, as he opened the door,  he gulped loudly at the sight of her enormous breasts barely covered by her coat. She couldn't not to notice.
She stood up slowly, letting voluntarily her coat open as she rose to allow him a good view on her cleavage.

She was wearing her higher pair of stilettos, white, covered with blue gems, with six inches golden heels. As soon as they connected with the floor, her calves flared like two hard diamonds, to support her bodyweight. Her coat split open, and her huge muscular thighs came to view because her shiny blue mini-dress barely covered them. At the sight of her bulging muscles propelling her up, the guy stepped back, speechless. She stood still, letting her coat slightly open, smiling down to him.

Peter thanked him then gave him a note. He took Linda's hand and smiled to her.
-"Please, darling" he requested.

As she passed by him, Peter put his hand on her waist, which was at his shoulder level, and accompagned her to the door. The doorman opened it for the couple of lovers and kept it open long after they entered the restaurant. He was mesmerized by the towering Goddess and he couldn't resign himself to close the door behind her. Every glance at her Amazonian body was a godsend.

When she let her coat to fall in Peter's hands, revealing her wide naked back, raw sexuality emanated from her muscular body. Time slowed down, allowing the guys around to feed their fantasies with pictures of the Goddess. Her broad shoulders jerked, putting the swollen muscles to work and her massive upper arms followed as she handed her purse to the hostess. Luckily, Peter was acostumed to his wife hugeness, to her unbelievable sexiness, and, more important, to her powerful pheromons which were slowly spreading around the restaurant. He only had to conceal a ragging hard-on under the loose jacket of his tuxedo, but the doorman probably creamed his pants, releasing the door which closed smoothly behind them.

As they were led to their table, Linda was dragging every gaze, as she always did since she had passed the two hundred mark. After all, meeting a towering Amazon with arms bigger than your legs isn't very common. Who could blame you to oggle at that kind of woman? Linda was used to these glances, she always enjoyed them, but that evening that was even better, she was proud to share that moment with her lover. As they arrived to their table, Peter pulled the chair for her, and she sat, grabbing the menu with grace and refinement.
The room remained silent for a moment waiting for Peter himself to sit. Linda smiled to her husband. Whispers began to fill the silence and life resumed its normal course.


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chapter 8
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After a moment, Linda was holding the menu with her right hand, reading it carefully, while Peter was looking at her.

Her long nails have been beautifully arranged. That made him happy because despite her thick muscles and her broad shoulders, she remained very feminine, in fact, more feminine than she had ever been.

With her other hand, she was toying with a curl of hair by rote. But this time, instead of watching her long fingers to touch the golden hair gracefully, Peter was gawking at the huge biceps, flexing and relaxing before his eyes. The muscle was simply enormous, her whole arm was. It was as big as the bucket of ice on the table, he assumed. He was so mesmerized that he didn't notice that the waitress was standing close to them. Both women were glancing to him.

-"Oh! I'm sorry, I haven't choosen yet." Peter said as he finally noticed the waitress who was standing close to him.
-"Take your time, Mister." she answered.

The young girl was shivering. She was trying not to stare at Linda but it was obvious that she couldn't keep her eyes off her.

-"Did you chose something already, honey?" Peter asked to his wife.
-"No, darling. I wouldn't do that without your permission." she replied in a surprising submissive tone.

Peter lowered his gaze toward the menu then he glanced back to Linda questionningly. She nodded thus he glanced back to the menu, trying to figure what kind of plates Linda had chosen herself.

Finally he decided on a few plates, and ordered them looking at the waitress while she took a few notes.

The young woman was very beautiful despite her petite stature, she was just above five feet tall in her heels, but she was very well proportionned. Her blonde hair was tied up to add a couple of inches to her figure, revealing her delicate neck and her frail shoulders. She was very curvy. Her white shirt was stretched on the chest, letting to guess a nice C cup underneath. Each breath, each movement, menaced to burst it open. That was very arousing and, despite that Peter felt instantly unconfortable looking at her in Linda's presence, he couldn't help but stare.

Peter remained looking at her as she walked sexily to the kitchen, then he glanced to Linda. The Mistress wife was looking at him. Obviously, she was upset.

-"Judging by that stupid smile you're sporting, I can tell you find her very attractive. Do you think she's sexier than me?" she asked with a strange tone, or to be exact a strangely unusual tone.

Peter couldn't define it precisely, but he could tell there was something wrong in her voice. He tried his best to answer wisely.

-"Honey, despite she is really pretty, you know that I have a thing for tall girls... And you know that I'm attracted by muscular girls too. You are perfect physically. I already told you..." he said, stopping in his tracks to drink some water feverishly as he realized what he had just said, "Things are evolving too fast these days," he continued, " I don't know why but, looking at her, I just..."
-"You just what?..." she interrupted.

He poured some water in his glass nervously then drank it completely.
-"I assume that being that short she's probably submissive and... and I wondered what my life would be with a girl like her." he finally confessed.

Linda remained silent, unfolding her napkin on her left thigh, before replying.
-"Thus you think that submissiveness is related to body height? I though you were smarter than that, Peter." she replied, lifting her arm to call the waitress. Even though she didn't have a glance to her, Linda was sure the petite woman was still looking at her. she was right, because seconds later the waitress was standing next to her.

-"May I have another napkin, please? Or a bigger one? I wouldn't want to ruin my dress." she asked, pulling her chair slightly backward for the waitress to have a better view on her huge thighs, "As you can see, the napkin is not big enough." she stated, showing off her bare thigh and flexing it voluntarily.

The petite woman nodded, biting her lips, then she lunged to her desk, unable to utter a word.

She was quick to come back with the napkin and she handed it to Linda shyly.
-"Excuse me, Madam." she mumbled softly.

Her tremors were more pronounced than previously and Linda noticed immediately. Somehow she felt sorry because she didn't want to scare the petite woman, but, obviously, that wasn't up to her. Her mere presence was overwhelming and carrying away the little brunette. Linda took her frail forearm in one of her big hands and grabbed the napkin with the other, letting deliberately her long fingers to slide on her smooth skin to reassure her.

Still holding the girl, she let the napkin to unroll on her thigh and asked "May I ask you a couple of questions?".
The girl nodded and Linda continued.
-"Tell me..." she said, pushing softly on the badge pinned on the girl's chest to read her name. Peter noticed the small nipples hardening under the girl's shirt, threatening to poke through the thin tissue.
-"Tell me, Dolores," Linda continued "Would you say that a person who does the cooking, the chores, the laundry, for years while her husband watch the TV is submissive?" she asked, letting her hand on the girl's hips.
-"I think so" she answered timidely, "And she has to love him a lot." she added, not bothered at all as Linda encircled her waist with her massive arm.
-"My husband, here, pretends that the submissiveness of a person is related to her height. What do you think?"
-"I don't know, Madam. I guess you are as you are, regardless of your size." she answered looking at Peter, "I am submissive myself and I'm ptretty sure I had been submissive even if I had been taller." she said, nestling herself in the crook of Linda's arm by rote.
-"Don't you think that if you grew suddenly taller you would become more dominant, Dolores?" Peter asked.
-"How tall, sir? Like you? Or taller and stronger like your spouse?"

Peter didn't expect that question. He felt emasculated and blushed a bit.
-"Like Linda." he said, trying to keep his composture as he pointed to his wife.

The petite girl nodded.

-"If I was as tall and strong as your wife, I would change a few rules in my couple. Of course." she said, "I wouldn't do the chores anymore, nor the laundry, nor the dishes." she continued, giggling, "But... I would still remain submissive." she added, blushing a bit as she glanced to Linda.

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chapter 9
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Peter was going to argue but the butler interrupted them. The guy was tall and strong. He seemed very confident and the way he talked visibly made the waitress nervous.
-"Dolores, you're required at the kitchen. NOW!" he said, arching his eyebrow to intimidate the young girl. She answered sheepishly "Yes, sir. I go the restroom and..."
-"I said 'NOW'" he repeated.

Linda stood up behind the waitress, holding her in place by her shoulders. The butler instinctively stepped back and looked up to the towering Amazon.

-"I need to go to the restroom." Linda said in an authoritative tone "... and I asked Dolores to come with me. Is that a problem?" she asked.
-"Err... No, Madam." he answered, turning pale.
-"Perfect." she stated "Take it to the kitchen and keep it warm." she added, pointing to the plate he was about to serve. Then, ignoring him, she lunged to the restroom, pulling Dolores by her hand.

Peter remained alone at the table. The butler returned to the kitchen without a word. There were a few glances to the girls, a few comments, but soon, everything went back to normal. Except, maybe, that half the women in the restaurant had an urgent need to go to the toilet.

A moment later, Linda came back with a satisfying smile on her face.
-"Please, honey, ask for the plates." she demanded.
-"Sure. I wait for him to look toward us and I motion him to..."
-"No, honey. Didn't you notice his name on his badge?" she asked.
-"Robert?" He replied questionningly. She nodded "Call him, now."

Peter nodded, then, still looking at Linda in the eyes, he yelled the butler.
-"Robert?"

The tall guy came in a split second, "Yes, sir?"
-"Bring the plates, now. They better be warm." Peter said cockily.

The guy didn't reply. He just snapped his fingers and a couple of waiters brought the plates. Peter waited a bit then, as the butler was about to ask something, he asked to Linda "Is the dish to your liking, honey?".
-"Yes, darling."

Peter turned toward the butler and motionned him to leave without a word. That was rude and certainly not his usual behaviour, but Peter wanted to know how the guy was going to react. There was no reaction at all except maybe a little relief.

Linda smiled knowingly to her husband but she didn't comment. She knew perfectly what he was doing. He was just using her ascendancy over the guy for his own benefit. He was suddenly feeling strong and confident and he was enjoying it.

She hoped he would realize that she was aware, that he could freely use her power, that they could share it as they ever shared everything in the life. Therefore, she let him to experience that fresh feeling of power without interfering and she started to eat peacefully.

Peter glanced to his wife. Her smile was reassuring and he considered the possibility that she understood what he had just done. Maybe she wouldn't mind if he used her as an intimidating weapon. In that case, he didn't need to have big strong arms, he had hers.

Peter and Linda were pleased for different reasons. However, they both ate with gusto and the diner was amazingly pleasant.

When they left, Linda waved to the petite waitress. There was something going on between these two but Peter didn't dare to ask. His newly found confidence still had hard limits.

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chapter 10
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When they arrived home, Linda took Peter in the crook of her left arm and carried him to the door. She was making it to look easy but Peter knew better than that. Her huge hard biceps, squeezing him against her, was a constant reminder of her amazing strength. That aroused him more than he though possible and only tightened the bounds between them. As he was nuzzling in her warm embrace, Linda was walking peacefully toward the door, carrying him as easily as carrying her purse which he was holding for her.
Her powerfull strides weren't perturbed at all by the high heels she was wearing and they reached the door in no time. Somehow he regretted that. As he was confortably nestled in her arms, nibbling on her generous bosom, he would have liked the walk to last a bit more. But she had decided otherwise.

He held her purse open, for her to grab the keys, and she rummaged in it silently as he waited patiently, watching the muscles on her forearm to twitch, or her huge biceps to balloon provocatively.

As they entered, she waited for him to close the door behind them, while she hung her purse on the hook on the wall. She smiled, realizing that she could have hung him as easily, if she had wanted to.

They didn't exchange a word. She took him upstairs, discarting his clothes on the way while carrying him to the bedroom. She was subduing the desire to kiss him until they reached the bed, prefering to feel his lips on her breasts, or his tiny hands trying to grabs her bulging biceps without success.

She ducked under the doorframe to enter the bedroom, keeping him firmly against her. As she did, she wondered why she didn't use these high heels before. She was sure that Peter's face would be priceless seeing her to duck to pass the doors. She noted mentally to buy a few pairs with the same high heels or maybe even higher.

When she finally stood next to the bed, he was still wearing his underpants. She hefted him on her hips to grab the stretchy cloth firmly on each side, then she turned him upside-down and he slipped through the holes to fall on the mattress.
Peter was so surprised that he didn't react immediately. He just felt her strong hands to grasp his ankles and pull him toward the edge of the bed.
-"Stand on the bed!" she commanded, releasing him.

He complied immediately while she turned her back to him to face the mirror.
-"Unzip my dress!" she commanded again, undoing her golden hair and pulling it gently between her huge breasts.

Even standing on the bed, Peter didn't reach her astonishing height. However he was able to look at the mirror past her massive trapezius. She was magnificent. His pecker poked on her ass. Their gazes met and he immediately focused on the zipper as requested.
-"Do you like what you see, Mister Bold?" she asked teasingly.
-"Yes, Mistress, I do." he answered, pulling down the zipper a couple of inches. Going down any further didn't turn out to be necessary. Linda flared her lats and the zipper went down instantly, stopping just above her round ass. He looked at her through the mirror, she was looking at him, holding the dress against her boobs, waiting for him to pull the zipper completely.

When he did, she was sure that he was oggling at her muscular buttocks. She flexed them voluntarily. Peter had never seen them so close fully flexed, his cock slapped against her hard rippling muscles, moved by a sudden desire of carnal contact. He glanced to her. She was smiling. He was so mesmerized by her beauty that he didn't felt her round glutes to relax, nor his cock to slide between them, even less the two powerful masses of muscles to swallow his cock when she tightened them around it. That was only when she wiggled slightly to pull him out of his revery, that he realized what had happened.

She giggled, winking at him. Then she released the dress which fell at her feet in a smooth motion, revealing her erected nipples and her ripped abs to Peter who was realizing that she wasn't wearing panties at the restaurant. She stepped forward and out of the cloth. Peter felt the pull on his cock and immediately held her neck, fearing for his manhood. But she had already relaxed, not wanting to hurt him, and he found himself hanging behind her, when she turned toward the bed and crawled on it, with him laying on her back. She remained on all fours and spread her legs slightly.
-"Please me!" she demanded.

Still on her back, he forced the tip of his cock between her labia and pushed with all his might. That was useless. She had tightened her strong vaginal muscles, preventing him to go any further.
-"You aren't going anywhere like this." she commented, expanding her chest to release the phone she was hiding in her cleavage, "Try with your tongue." she suggested, turning on her phone.

He hoped off silently and knelt behind her. As he leaned toward her, he could behold her throbbing clit, already dripping wet. Her labia were glistening and her juices slowly running down her thighs. He held on her round glutes and started to lick her thighs to catch the droplets lodged between the muscles. She shiverred. He kept going up slowly toward her sex, encouraged by her soft moans. He lapped her vulva eagerly, drunk by her scent and her pheromones which were spreading around the room.

Little by little her muscles relaxed and her opening offered him more room to explore with his tongue. He didn't need any inducement. He licked any place he could reach, pulling his tongue between the folds with gusto. Sometimes pushing them with his nose to make room. He only had to stop from time to time to swallow or even to breath. He was oblivious about the rest of the world, and even about himself. Thereby, he didn't realise that, from time to time, she was making pictures with her phone. At that very moment, he just wanted to please her.

Suddenly Linda shook her body. Her orgasm was inevitable. She tensed and squeezed her glutes by rote, jamming Peter's head between them. Her moans became a loud roar which echoed through the room, then she  finally climaxed, spasming violently with her husband trapped between her legs.

When she relaxed, a moment later, panting heavily, Peter fell forward between her legs. She sat on his back, carefully avoiding to let her whole bodyweight to rest on his bony frame, looking down at him, a bit concerned.

He was breathing but that was a hard work and he was barely conscious. She rolled on her side, realizing that even a small part of her bodyweight was preventing him to breath, then she looked at him. She wasn't done yet with him. She hoisted herself up against the headboard and she pulled him between her legs. She caressed his hair for a moment, watching him to recover. She was rocking her hips slowly, by rote, rubbing her pussy against his face, adding a few pictures to her gallery when she wasn't slowly massaging her thighs.

He glanced to her groggily and she clamped her legs around his head, keeping her huge thighs as relaxed as possible, but holding his legs between her feet and his arms pinned against his sides. His tiny limbs were useless against her muscular legs. He couldn't move at all and he knew it. She looked at him with satisfaction and let her phone to slide in her cleavage. It remained there completely hidden, jammed between her big round tits. She stretched for a long time, looking at him, turning his head from one side to the other by flexing her inner thighs alternately. Then she flexed her thighs a bit more and his jaw was forced open.

Her control over him was total and that was making her wet again. He tried to crane his head to see her but he was completely immobilized. He pulled his tongue in her pussy. She didn't need more. She moaned and bucked instantly. This time her powerful vaginal muscles were put into action and they propelled a stream of warm juices in his mouth. He drank consciensously, gagging loudly as he swallowed, but happy to content his Mistress wife. "Oh! Peter! Yes!" she shouted, spasming uncontrolably.

Peter mumbled something but that was inaudible. She wanted to tell him but she couldn't. She had to take a deep breath first as well as relax a bit. She picked her phone and checked it. She smiled, she had a few comments on her account, and she couldn't help but read them while she was recovering.

Only when she did, she spread her legs slightly, looking down at him with a grin.
-"You made me climax twice, honey." she said, pulling him toward her, "That was amazing." she complimented him as she let his head on her chest.

She looked at him in the eyes, then she relaxed her mighty pectorals, and he sunk slowly between her big round tits.
-"You deserve a little reward, honey." she said, flexing her pectorals in a smooth and perfectly controlled motion. Her tits followed, turning his head toward wherever she wanted. She was controlling him as efficiently as using a joystick. "A well deserved reward" she continued, "Therefore you can use my big body as you see fit." she said, forcing finally his gaze to hers, "For your own pleasure." she added, caressing his hair gently, while her piercing eyes overflowed with love and sincerity.

That was too much for him to handle. He bucked, looking at her shamely.
He released his load on her washboard abs. His eyes rolled in theirs orbs. Then he fainted.
-"I think you need to rest a bit first." she said, smiling. She laid on her back, closed her eyes, then she let Morpheus to take her away for a long dreamy night.


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End of part 4
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[nickolai]

So great to have a continuation of this amazing story!  And such a large contribution at that!  Thank you so much my friend!

[jhunter]

Nice build up, interesting climax. Will there be more?

[nickolai]

Such a great story.  These women are so strong that lifting 500lbs with one hand takes barely any effort.  Men's strength and bodies are inconsequential to them.  I cannot wait to see the results of the Emendatae Plus program!  The will become goddess like creatures rumbling the earth with every step!

[jhunter]

Nice progression. Hope to see more soon.

[phil123]

What a sisterhood. Would ,ike to read more

[Jaguar]

Totocom -- Excellent writing!  Wonderful plot and extremely well-developed characters. And an excellent length, you did not rush to the end.  It is almost everything I love in a story.

I love that most of the characters are some sort of mix of good and bad, neither pure good nor pure bad -- that makes them more interesting.

I too would love to read more in this universe !

If you've already got the next part planned, ignore the rest of what I'm going to write.  But IF you're stuck, here are my thoughts on where you might take the plot:

Linda is full Emendatae now.  She could go to through the Phase II Emendatae process, but if that simply means bigger and stronger that might get repetitive.

But what if Phase II brings greater intelligence and intuition?  Or maybe improved athleticism (coordination, speed, agility, proprioception, etc.)?  You can demonstrate intelligence and intuition by writing about the results it brings.  For the athleticism, you'd need a sport or something with a worthy opponent.  (Superman stories turn to aliens.)

Or maybe you start a new story in this universe with the waitress.  Create a fresh situation where her hubby is not an abusive drunk.  Maybe he is giving and successful, but maybe not he hides his feelings or is arrogant, and that is the obstacle?  Or maybe he Russian mafia or something.

Maybe the waitress has a different reaction to the Emendatae program, her strength grows at the same rate as Linda's, and her athleticism grows, but with minimal size gains.  Like the Supergirl comics and Wonderwoman, a realistic Olympic gymnast body but with Megan and Linda's strength, and abilities that mix a gymnast's, ballerina's, and heptathlete's.

The compactness would make her changes even more surprising, to her significant other and to people in the public that she meets.  They would assume she was normal but, boom, and she's doing the same sort of uber-human feats as Linda and Megan.

Anyways, excellent writing Totocom.  This must have been so very time consuming to create and organize.  On behalf of everyone unable to comment, thank you so much for creating this.  I really do hope you can write more in this universe.

Keep up the great work and never stop writing !!!

[phil123]

Still hope for a 5th chapter

[totocom]

hi, here is part 5.

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Megan's sisterhood - part 5
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chapter 1
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Peter hung the phone on the desk and sighed as he glanced to the door of his office. A tall woman was standing at the doorframe, waiting. He motionned her to come in.

She advanced, extending a slim arm above the desk shyly.

-"Hello, Peter." she said, "I'm Amanda Watson. Albert's wife." she added, smiling to him. Peter instantly stood still. Amanda was the owner of the firm and she was married to his boss since last summer.

-"Sorry, Mrs. Watson. I didn't recognize you." he said nervously, "I must confess that I didn't expect you here. Albert didn't..."
-"Almost nobody recognize me because of my new red hair." she interrupted him, toying mindlessly with a long curl of hair to dissipate her nervosity, "However, I'm not here to talk about me. I'm not here to talk business neither..."
-"Oh! Really? In that case, may I ask what brings you here, Mrs Watson?" he asked.
-"Err... Sure. You remember that you and Albert are going to a seminar next week. I accompagny him. Thus I though it would be nice that you bring your wife with us... We met at the wedding and... I really appreciate her. That would be awesome." she said calmly.

Peter remembered the two women chatting longly that day. They seemed to appreciate each other. They almost spent all that wedding day together. Both girls were the same size, they were slim, frail, delicate, shy. They had a lot in common.

The more he looked at Amanda, the more she reminded him Linda when she was a frail delicate woman. A few weeks ago, he still missed that slim woman but he didn't anymore, he was very happy with his new wife. She was so much better in all departements. He wouldn't want to go back. He smiled, remembering how reluctant he was at the beginning of her transformation.

However, he didn't though that their meeting was a good thing. They were so different now. Amanda could dislike the new Linda. She could be disgusted, or worse, jealous. That could ruin his career.

Amanda was a shy and frail woman. Despite her tall height, she was almost bony. She was weak and probably felt inadequate in many situations. That's probably why she let the lead of her business to her husband, Albert. However she was still the owner of the firm. Peter doubted that she could argue anything against Albert decisions but she was very beautiful and she could certainly use her charms to manipulate him. He didn't want to upset her.

-"Sure, Mrs. Watson. I will ask her if she wants to come with us. But, honestly, I think she wants to go shopping next week, she needs to renew her wardrobe. She will probably decline the invitation."
-"I will be very disappointed if she doesn't come." she replied, trying to intimidate her employee. She grabbed the small frame on the desk and looked attentively at the picture of Linda and Peter, "I'm taller than Albert too, you know?... By almost a foot... Sometimes I wonder how he feels when I tower above him".

She turned the frame toward Peter for him to have a look at the picture. "There are not a lot of couple like this." she commented. "Linda is very tall, isn't she?... I like her being tall... being taller than you... Maybe that's why we were attracted by each other at the wedding... When I saw Linda and you, It felt so great to meet a couple like mine, and I'm sure Albert felt the same."

Peter shivered. He had the feeling that the trip was only a pretext for her to meet Linda, and he wondered if she knew something about the sisterhood. She quickly relieved him.

-"She doesn't have to go shopping. If she needs clothes for the trip, I will gladly share mines. We are the same size, plus I know she likes the way I dress. That's another thing we have in common." she said, letting a card on the desk, "Tell her to call me this evening."

Peter grabbed the card and pretended to read it while trying to figure something to argue. Of course, he couldn't simply tell "My wife has become a fucking giant with legs bigger than your chest, with arms thicker than your waist and boobs to die for. She's a muscle doll, a sex beast. You have no idea how ridiculous you're going to feel close to her". He glanced to her. She was already closing the door of the office.



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chapter 2
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At home, Peter hung his jacket at the entrance and went directly to the kitchen to prepare the dinner. He was already late and he had to start immediately.

As he was setting the plates, he though about Amanda's request. Of course, ignoring it wasn't conceivable. If Linda knew that he had voluntarily hidden something to her, she had been mad. The consequences had been worse than to spend a week-end with his boss and his wife. After all, why to be that nervous? Linda was radiating with power, sensuallity. She was strong, confident. She was cultivated, intelligent. Nothing to be ashamed about.

Then that hit him. Maybe he was suffering the comparison with his wife. A few months ago, she was taller than him, that was obvious, and to be honest, that was just a pride to have such a beautiful woman at his side. But he was still the man of the house. He was stronger -at least he though he was-, he was smarter, he was more confident, he was the one earning the money for the couple. Now, that wasn't the case anymore. She was everything that he would have liked to be. He had been her white knight, he was just her squire. Sometimes he even wondered if he wasn't her steed, specially when she rode him for hours in the bedroom. That only though made him hard instantly. In a split second, he just realized that not only he was happy about his new role, but that made him astonishingly proud of being his wife servant.

He heard the door open. Linda wasn't supposed to be home early.
-"A moment, please!" he shouted.
-"That's OK, dude. That's only only me." David said, appearing at the door of the kitchen, "Megan is parking the car." he added, smiling and pointing to the window. Peter had a look at the window, he wasn't prepared to such a scene. His sister in law was leaning toward her car, in a pair of Denim shorts and spike heels, she had grabbed the heavy machine by the side and was pulling it sideway to conceal it between two parked ones. From the kitchen, he could hear the protests of the tires rubbing on the asphalt. She must have been using a tremendous force to pull the car that way. Obviously that wasn't a big challenge for her Amazonian muscles. When she had the heavy S.U.V at the right place, she put her hands on her hips and marvelled at her achievement.

-"Fuck, man! My wife is a wonder woman!" David said, "She never cease to amaze me."
-"My God, Dave. How strong are they?" Peter asked, looking at Megan walking toward the house, swaying her hips sexily to allow her massive thighs to pass by each other.
-"Stronger than us, obviously." David answered, helping his wife's brother to set the table.

-"Hi, Pete!" said a deep but still feminine voice from the entrance of the kitchen, "Aren't you going to greet your little sister?" Megan asked as she ducked under the doorframe then stood still, rearranging her breasts in her tight T-shirt.

"Damnit! They're even bigger" he though.
Instead he answered "Sister-in-law, Mistress.", correcting the statuesque Amazon.

He lifted his arms at shoulder level and hugged her at her waist, that was the only way he could encircle his arms around her muscular frame.
-"Good evening, Mistress." he said, nibbling on her strong abs as she rested her heavy tits on his head.
-"Here!" she said, "Let me to see you" she continued as she grabbed him by his armpits and lifted him at eye level. "Oh my God! Are you cute! Is that the new apron that Linda offered you?"
-"Yes, Mistress. She says I'm her little doll in this apron."
-"Oh! You certainly are a little doll whatever you wear, my BIG bro." she said, nestling him in the crook of her arm to grab a glass with her free hand, "David? Please, fill that glass with red wine." she commanded, squatting slightly to let the glass on the table. David smiled.
-"Yes, Mistress" he answered as he went to grab a bottle.
-"Prepare a glass to Linda too, she's coming soon. Be a dear, bring it to the garden." she said, carrying Peter with her as she left the room.
-"Yes, Mistress"
-"Oh! Bring what you know to the kitchen first. It's in the trunk." she added, smiling to Peter and caressing his hair tenderly.
-"A surprise, Mistress?" Peter asked, shivering a bit as his cheek rubbed her huge tit unintentionally.
-"Come on, little one! Don't tell me that you forget which day we are?"

Peter giggled. He had completely forgotten.
-"I did. But I remember now, it's my birthday, Mistress."
-"Sure it is, hun." she said, tickling him, "Thus what do we need to..."

David interrupted them.
-"Sorry, Mistress, but I can't open the trunk. The neighbor's car is too close." he said shypishly.
-"Ok, hun. Take care of the wine. Peter and I go for it." she said.

As they advanced toward the car, she had a look at the neigbor's one. It was a  red convertible which had a luggage rack on the trunk. It was the rack which obviously has prevented David to open the S.U.V. trunk. She smiled as she took hold of the metallic device and simply lifted the back of the convertible to deposit it on the grass, a couple of yards away.

Peter watched in awe the huge biceps to bulge as the weight of the car shifted progressively on her arm. The crawling veins on her flexed arm, the terrible sound of the shock absorbers while she carried the car clearly demonstrated the force involved. Nevertheless that seemed easy because she was smiling the whole time. Much to Peter's surprise, she even did a couple of curls before letting the car go and fall on the grass with a great noise of iron.

With that, she peacefully opened the trunk of her car and grabbed a box which obviously contained a big cake.
-"May you hold it for me, Pete?" she asked.

Peter nodded and took the box on his lap, just realizing that she was carrying him in public. He wanted to tell her but she had already closed the trunk and was about to lift the convertible again. He remained silent and watched.
He certainly prefered to witness that incredible feat of strength than to hide the true nature of the relation with the awesome women in his life. He didn't realize yet but that was a big step in his couple relationship.

As Megan deposited the car where it was previously, she asked him "Can you carry the box or do you want me to carry it?"
-"Miss... I mean... Megan?"
-"Yes, sweetheart?" she replied, smiling, realizing just now that they were in public.
-"Err... technicallly... since I'm carrying the box and that you're carrying me, then you're already carrying the box." he concluded, giggling.

She was still laughing when a honk made her to turn. Linda had just arrived and parked in the alley behind them. She stopped the engine and opened the door.



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chapter 3
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As she hopped off the car, Peter recognized the sound of the shock absorbers relieved from their load. Megan waved to her sister in law with her free hand.
-"You should stop growing bigger, sis. Your car won't handle the load." she teased.
-"My God! Megan!" she shouted. Then she whispered "You're carrying my husband in your arms... in public..."
-"I don't think there is another place he had prefered to be until you came." she answered, caressing her brother in law who was lowering his head to avoid Linda's gaze. Linda didn't knew if it was shyness or shame. He seemed really peaceful in her sister's arms. But maybe he was just refraining a deep feeling of rebellion which he knew very well was just useless.

Linda approached and extended her arms.
-"Give me my little doll." she said, grabbing her husband from Megan's arms to hold him in a strong hug. She walked to the house, kissing him, squeezing his little ass with one hand while her other one caressed his hair motherly, hiding him almost completely from the view with her huge muscles.

As she entered the house, she held him in her arms and questionned him.
-"Did she carry you outside against your will, hun?"
-"No, Mistress. That happened just like this. She didn't make it against my will. I didn't realize until I witnessed the most amazing thing I ever seen. She..."

Linda interrupted him by pressing her forefinger gently on his lips.
-"You mean that you don't care that she carried you in public?" she asked.

Megan who just entered the house rolled her eyes and sighed.
-"Not only he liked that" she said, "...but I'm sure he had liked it better if you had carried him yourself." she added, rubbing Peter's hair as she passed by. "... Your husband his proud of you. You're his trophy wife after all."

Linda glanced to Peter. He lowered his gaze timidely.
-"I don't know, Mistress. I think I'm still concerned by the neighbors's reaction if they see me carried like a baby."
-"OMG, Peter! Seriously?" she said hugging him tighter.
-"Please, Mistress! You're hurting me!" he managed to say before his breath was completely stopped.

Linda relaxed and let him to slide along her muscular body until his feet touched the floor. She couldn't see him anymore since her huge chest prevented it, but she kept him against her for a moment. She held him close to enjoy his warm breath on her skin, his soft lips on the rock hard bulges of her abs, his long tongue licking the deep crevaces between them.

She was fully aware that he was realizing that she was even taller than usual. Her new high heels added a few inches to her already Amazonian stature. She felt his bulge to brush against the base of her beefy quadriceps in appreciation. She flexed the massive muscles and purred softly as she heard his shoes to slide on the floor.

She hugged him tigher, smiling to Megan and Dave.

Megan had her tiny husband standing against her, just below her huge tits, with her hands on his frail shoulders. He was so lovely, leaning back on his Mistress wife, so short, so slim, so delicate. She looked at him tenderly, realizing how lucky she was to have such a husband herself.

Peter was still nibbling on her abs. She pulled gently on his shoulders for him to face the other couple. She wanted him to see David's tiny frame engulfed in his sister's larger one.
-"I think it's time to taste that big cake. It looks delicious." she said, grabbing Megan's hand and walking to the garden, letting the guys alone at the hall.

-"Do you realize how tiny we look close to our Mistresses?" David asked when the girls were out of sight, probably anticipating Peter's question, "Do you think there is any doubt possible about who rules our relationships. Everybody knows, Pete. There is no reason to pretend the contrary anymore. After all, you can't hide the obvious. Tuesday, at the restaurant, I was pretending. I though I was doing the trick but when I ordered my plates, the waiter glanced to Megan for approval, dude! Noone is fooled, bro."

Peter shrugged.
-"But, Dave, what will be the next step? She will order for you at the restaurant? She will chose your clothes?"
-"Yes, she already does. She decides of everything. However, I love the life with her."
-"I love many sides of this life but we have some dignity to preserve, man. We aren't children anymore. We can take decisions by ourselves."

Now that was David who shrugged. Peter continued.

-"Just imagine what my neigbor will say if he has seen Megan carrying me."
-"Shhhh! Talk more discreetly, dude. You just called your Mistress sister by her name."
-"I don't care. She can't hear me."
-"I hope she didn't, dude... But, just in case, don't be that cocky. I have the feeling that she can ear more than you think... Now, talking about your neighbor, you shouldn't worry about him. If you care about your neighbors feelings, they will rule your life. That is exactly what you're denying to your Mistress." David concluded, patting on his brother-in-law's shoulder. "Let's go to the garden. They're waiting for us."



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chapter 4
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-"Here we are, Mistresses." David said, seeing the two girls standing close to the thick concrete table he had just set. They had put skimpy bikinis which didn't hid nothing of their anatomy and were chatting peacefully.

The two Amazons continued to talk, ignoring the guys.
-"You'll see, after the moving everything will be better." Megan commented, holding a shattered chair in her hand, "At 'Athena's garden' the furnitures are designed for us, Emendatae women. No need to scoop anymore to grab a glass on the table, or to kneel in the shower. You'll see." she added, folding the legs of the ruined chair to form a steel ball while she talked.
-"The moving is planed next week. I can't wait." Linda replied, visibly pleased to move to the new off-shore complex called 'Athena's garden', a place designed by and for the members of the sisterhood. Megan and David already lived there, and Linda had immediately loved the houses and the neighborough. Peter was a bit reluctant but that wasn't his decision.

-"Come here, Pete. Blow the candles, my little doll." Linda demanded, lifting the table to bring the cake to his lips, instead of bringing the cake itself.

Peter complied and smiled to his wife as she let the heavy table back on the ground. He tried to figure its weight, while cutting the cake. Approximatively, 200 liters of concrete... Fuck! This thing was around 1200 lbs!
He glanced to her but she was focused on the cake.

Megan grabbed David's wrist and put the metallic ball in his hand.
-"For the trash." she said. Then she glanced back at Linda not noticing how his weak arm was dragged down by the weight. "By the way, Linda, did you join the Emendatae Plus?" she asked.

Meanwhile Peter had served the girls. He had backed away and was standing next to the table as per usual, waiting his turn to eat. David stood next to him silently.

-"Not yet. But I'm really considering to do it." she said, flexing her huge biceps and crushing some cake on top of the hard muscle. "Being strong is quite addictive." she added, relaxing her huge limb and glancing to Peter. "Lick it, my little doll. It's your birthday, after all."

Megan smiled. She had a knowing smile with her husband and did the same.

Both girls continued to chat, spreading the cake all over their Amazonian bodies while the guys licked them eagerly. David and Peter were so entrailed by their own pleasure that they didn't realize the growing lust of their respective wives.
At some point, Megan couldn't take it anymore. She forced her husband on his knees, then between her legs. She pushed him against her dripping wet pussy, then she clamped her enormous thighs around his head.

Linda was already so aroused by Peter's nibbling, licking, and caresses, that she almost came when she saw Megan pulling her husband between her legs. She grabbed Peter by his neck and did the same.

Just in time!

As Peter felt her puffy labia sealing his lips, he instinctively took a deep breath and sucked in the air still imprisoned. That produced an instant vacuum in her strong vagina, pressuring her moistened flesh against his warm juicy lips. The effect was immediate. In a split second, she was completely oblivious of his presence, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was just giving her. Her pelvis tilted, lifting him off the ground unknowingly, her muscles tensed, almost cracking his skull, and she came instantly, moaning loudly as the warm fluids flowed and cascaded in his constricted throat. He squirmed and patted on her huge thighs, fearing an atrocious death between her legs, while she continued to orgasm savagely, unaware of his fading pleads.

Megan came as well, at the same time, and both girls roared in unison, until their orgasms subdued. They panted for a long moment, rubbing their partner's face on their pulsating clitoris, looking at each other, while calming down. They arranged their hair, their tiny bikinis, then, satisfied, they finally spread their legs, letting both guys fell on the ground unconscious.

They smiled at each other, not caring to look at their husbands who laid at their feet, then resumed their conversation as if nothing had happened.

-"Can you really feel their pulse, Meg?" Linda asked.
-"I can hear it, yes. David's one is slightly faster than Peter's, but they are both fine. I can hear almost any conversation in a range of 50 yards if I focus."
-"Seriously?... You can?"
-"That may be useful. Did you know that your neigbor is spying on us right now? He's taking pictures from his window."
-"What?!!"
-"I can hear the 'click' of the camera." she said as she knotted her long hair to tease the peeping Tom with her huge biceps... CLICK!... CLICK!... CLICK!... CLICK!...



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chapter 5
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KNOCK!... KNOCK!... KNOCK!

-"Ned?... NEEEEDDDD!!!... There is someone at the door!" Nelly, shouted to her employer while continuing to wipe the dishes, "Ned?!!"

There was no response, the petite woman sighed. She let the plate on the sink and wiped her hands. As a domestic worker, she only had to take care of the chores but since she had a crush on him, she took care of whatever was related to his social life.

Anything which demanded the slightest effort was carefully ignored by the middle aged man. She did it happily, hoping a little attention in return.

At fifty, he was still single. Once, he told her that he never met the woman of his dreams. She felt annihilated, but, regardless of his disinterest, she continued to take care of him devotedly. As time elapsed, he seemed to be more grateful and attentionned. But a couple of months ago, seemingly with no reason, a strange behaviour was consuming his lifetime.

Her beloved employer was unrecognizable. Lately, he spent almost all his days locked in the hosts bedroom, ignoring her completely. Nelly was really concerned. Doing her weekly duty was becoming a torture.

-"I'm coming!" she yelled from the entrance as she reached the door.

When she opened it, she was welcomed by the smile of a stunningly beautiful woman leaning against the doorframe. She was stunningly beautiful except that she was... huge!

As she entered the house and stood still on her high heels, her calves jutted out and her powerful quadriceps grew frighteningly bigger. No wonder why she had to duck under the doorframe, the giant was around 7'5" Nelly estimated, judging by the gap to the ceiling.

Megan stood a moment like this, flaring her thick lats, looking down at Nelly.

The petite woman was litterally petrified. She tried vainly to look away from the giant, but her eyes remained aimed on the incredible muscles of her legs, just lingering, here and there, on a vein, or a surprising muscle, which catched her attention.

Megan slightly opened her robe, offering Nelly a better view on the incredible musculature of her thighs.

Nelly couldn't talk, her muscles were paralyzed and her jaw locked. So she kept her mouth closed and devoured Megan with her eyes.

The huge brunette was extremely sensual despite her imposing frame. Her graceful moves enhanced her curves with a touch of feminity and she used only gestures which purpose was obviously to lead the smaller woman's gaze on the desired places, at her will.

Megan tightened her thighs and slowly slided her hand to her washboard abs to cup a big round breast.

She blew her warm breath on her chest, leaving small fugitive halos on the blue satin, like a torch on a steel plate. The resulting metallic shine on the striated muscles making them even more impressive. Her eyes shone with excitement, looking down at the tiny woman, catching the slightest reaction from her, reading her mind while she remained petrified.

She took a deep breath, laying her hands on her hips, flaring her back. Her tight robe was stretched to it max. The shiny satin fabric clung to her skin, removing all the unsightly folds. She put her hands on, on her torso, then on her abdomen. Her fingers slowly spun the chaotic contours of the hardened muscles. She pinched the fabric at the neckline and let the stretchy tissue to slam against her breasts. Nelly jumped.

That drew a wide smile on the huge Amazon, meaning that she wasn't surprised at all by the reaction of the petite woman. Fear, primal fear! That was so easy to scare her. After all, Nelly was only five feet tall in her flats while Megan was towering above seven feet in her heels. To be precise she was 7'1" or 7'7" in her six inches platforms.

Megan put her hands back on her hips and glanced to the petite woman with insistence. Nelly backed away.

-"Who... Who are you?" she finally asked with a trembling voice.
-"Who are YOU?" Megan asked, pointing to Nelly menacingly.
-"I'm... I'm... I'm..."
-"You are...?"
-"I'm Nelly... the housekeeper... Mr. Lambwill hired me to clean the house five years ago. I usually come every friday but I can't come tomorrow thus Ned told me that..."
-"Where is he?" Megan interrupted her with a stern look.
-"Please, don't hurt him. He's a good person."
-"He's a pervert! A pervert who peeps on me while I'm tanning." she said, loosening her robe which fell smoothly at her feet, exposing her phenomenal body almost naked in her skimpy bikini.
-"Oh my God!..." she said, looking at the Amazon's belly button which stood a couple of inches above her, "Please... be... gentle... Whatever he did, for...give... him!"
-"Where is he?" she repeated, realizing soon that Nelly couldn't answer in that state of excruciating terror.

She knelt in front of the petite woman who was crying uncontrolably then took her tiny hands in hers, looking at her with a guilty look. She pulled Nelly toward her massive chest and hugged her motherly.
-"I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you, Nelly. I just didn't expect to meet someone here but Ned." she explained, "Do you know what he's doing right now?" she asked, "He's jerking off while peeping on my sister-in-law through the window of his room." she said caressing the trembling woman to reassure her, "I'm going to punish him." she added.

She stopped to force Nelly's gaze toward hers, "Do you have a crush on him, Nelly?" she asked.

The tiny housekeeper sobbed then cried even more, hiding her head in the Amazon deep cleavage. To Megan the answer, despite it wasn't clearly expressed, was obvious. She stood up with the small woman in her arms and cradled her.
-"There, there, sweetheart... Don't cry. Megan won't punish him too badly." she said, rocking Nelly tenderly in her arms, "But I need to punish him."

The petite woman held on Megan's breast to look at her.
-"You know, he barely answers me anymore when I try to talk with him. He's more distant. I though he appreciated me but I'm not sure anymore." she managed to say between sobs, "Sometimes I want to die... And now he..." she began to cry again.

Megan caressed Nelly's hair tenderly and kissed her top head. She was clearly concerned by the sadness in the voice of the frail woman, by her frustration which was obviously consuming her, by the terrible words she had just pronounced. She hugged her a bit tighter, carefully avoiding to crush her in her mighty arms.

-"Nelly, I make you a deal. You promise to remain quiet while I punish him, then, in return, I will help you to seduce him." she said, hoisting the petite woman at arm length, waiting for an answer, "There are a few things you have to know about him." she added.
-"Help me?" Nelly asked, reassured by Megan's tone and behaviour.
-"You promise?"

Nelly nodded, extending her arms timidely for Megan to hug her back within her protective arms. The huge Amazon complied and carried Nelly upstairs, "Show me his room.", she whispered.

Nelly pointed to a door, realizing that Megan was whispering to surprise Ned. She was about to say that the door was locked, but that wasn't necessary anymore.  Megan hadn't hesitated. She had just applied her hand on the door and had pushed it open in a loud cracking and splintering noise. The door slammed against the wall and fell on the floor, offering to the girls a perfect view on Ned standing naked, close to the window, binoculars in his left hand, his erected cock in his right. The aperture -destruction- of the door was so quick that they could see him jumping when the sound of cracking wood reverberated in the room.

Megan felt a tickling as the tiny fingers of Nelly tightened on her shoulder, but the petite woman remained silent as promised.

Ned was speechless. His arms fell flawlessly at his sides. The binoculars fell on the floor as he was unable to keep them in his trembling hand. His cock sprung proudly, against his will, twitching a few times, then sending a few long streams of thick goo randomly across the room.
The towering Amazon advanced toward Ned and he collapsed before her. She stood beside him, in front of the window, for Nelly to see Linda standing by the pool in her tiny bikini. Of course, alerted by the loud noise, Linda was looking toward the window. She waved to the girls.

-"She's my sister-in-law Linda." Megan said, turning slightly to scan the room.

That's when they noticed the pictures on the walls. Megan wasn't surprised at all but Nelly was thunderstruck. The wallpaper was almost indistinguishable, covered by a multitude of pictures of Megan and Linda pinned on the walls. Most of them were picturing the girls in tiny bikinis, others showed them fully clothed, a few were pictures of the couples in which the girls towered next to the guys or simply lifted them in the air with evident ease.

To Nelly that was easy to find the connexion between the pictures spread on the walls. Muscles. Huge female muscles! Muscles that she clearly didn't possess. Muscles that she knew she couldn't have even if she worked-out 24/7 during her whole lifetime. She immediately felt her hopes for mutual feelings to vanish and she started to sob.
-"Easy, Nelly." Megan said, caressing her, "I made a promise... I always honor my promises."

What followed next, while being considered as an easy beating by Megan, was clearly a gory slaughter to Nelly. She cried the whole time, seeing the man she loved beaten to a pulp by the unstoppable giant. From time to time, she had to look away, to avoid his pleading gaze when she squeezed him between her huge threathening thighs, or to cover her ears to smother his cries, the agonizing wailings, or the sickening sound of the ribs breaking under the unberable pressure. He was nothing more than a rag doll in her hands. Nelly even pictured the powerful Amazon cleaning the cobwebs using him as a simple rag. She certainly could. However, she didn't say a word, bounded to silence by the hope that Megan could help her.

When Megan was satisfied, she grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her. He was barely recognizable.
-"You have been attacked by several masked guys. You don't remember anything else. If you ever mention me, I swear that what I just did to you will look like cuddles compared to what I have in store." she said.

She released him and he fainted before his head touched the floor.

Megan took Nelly in her arms.
-"He will be out for a couple of hours, if not more. Meanwhile you come with me. Linda and I are going to have a long conversation with you. After that, you're going to pack all these pictures for me, then you will drive him to the hospital." she commanded, leaving the room.


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chapter 6
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Two days later...

As they entered the large hall of the airport, Peter immediately realized that he wouldn't be able to find his boss and his wife among the dense crowd which was forming a human barrier between them. Almost everyone was taller than him, including the petite women which were wearing heels matching their business suits. He glanced to Linda. Unlike him, she was easily towering above the crowd. Even the taller guys were dwarfed by her imposing stature as they passed by. To Peter's dismay, she had chosen to wear six inches platforms this morning because she wanted to impress the Watsons.

She smiled and glanced to him.
-"I see them." she said, "Follow me, if you don't want to be lost." she added, walking toward the couple of friends with two huge suitcases in her hands. Peter wanted to complain that he was old enough to find his way through the airport but he didn't. He just walked after her, looking at the expressions of the travelers who inevitably departed as Linda approached. The scene was astonishing, it reminded him Moses crossing the Red Sea.

As he walked after his wife, Peter could hear the comments mumbled here and there, and he realized that none of the guys made a single comment, they just remained petrified, looking at the towering Goddess to pass, oggling at her muscles silently. On the contrary, the women couldn't help but comment.

A few comments were clearly unpleasant but most were appreciative ones.

..."My God! Look at that gal, Brad. She has muscles bigger than yours. She's hot!"... "Look at her. That must be so cool to have such an ascent on your man." ... "Just imagine what she can do in a bed."... "Do you think she would let me to touch her arms?"... "You're lucky I'm not like her, Tom, I hadn't tolerated your bad habits."... "My gosh, I could turn lesbian on the spot."... "You should join a gym."... "God! She's beautiful."... "Look how easily she carries her huge suitcases, Robert, and you're struggling with my bag."... "I hope she takes our plane. Just imagine to be seated close to her."... "She's exciting me."... "My goodness, Georges, close your mouth!"... "Please someone. My husband just fainted... Honey? Honey?"... "Lisa, I think your husband has an hard-on."... "My god! He just came in his pants."...

Meanwhile, across the long hall...
-"Hey, Albert! Look at that girl." Amanda said.
-"Which one?"
-"There!" she answered pointing to the tall Amazon without recognizing her.
-"Oh my..."
-"She's a giant." she added.
-"You're already a giant to me, Amanda."
-"Yes, but she's built like a tank." she answered, feeling her nipples to tense at the sight of the highly erotic muscles.
-"Don't tell me that you find her attractive."
-"Attractive? You mean magnetic, irresistible, ..."
-"Shut up! She's coming toward us."
-"Hey! Isn't it Peter behind her?"
-"Yes." he answered, waving to his employee. "Hey, Pete!... Here!" he yelled.

Peter passed by Linda.
-"Good morning, Mrs Watson!... Good morning, Albert!" he said, shaking hands as Linda stopped next to him.

He continued.
-"You remember Linda, my wife." he said, knowing very well that none recognized her.
-"Linda ?!!" Amanda asked incredously.
-"Hello, Amanda." she answered, smiling, "I need to register the luggages. Why don't you come with me while the guys find out where is the gate D? They will join us when they find it." she suggested.
-"sh.. sure." Amanda managed to reply, short of breath, trying to realize what had happened to the girl who, two months ago, was like her twin sister.

Both walked away, letting the guys alone.
-"What the fuck happened to her? Albert asked.
-"It's a long story. I'll tell you later... First, we should find the gate as Linda suggested."
-"Suggested?... Man, that looked like an order."
-"Well, then I suggest you to consider doing it." Peter said to Albert who had his eyes locked on Linda's legs, at the same time amazed, aroused and frightened by the massive muscles flaring obscenely while she walked.

-"You must have a lot of questions, Amanda." Linda said, smiling down at the slim woman, "I will answer all of them, sweetheart. But you have to wait till we are aboard." she added, smiling to Amanda who, hampered in her tight summer dress, was having trouble to keep the pace with the tall Amazon.

The slender woman, obviously impressed by her friend's physique, nodded silently and didn't say anything. They walked easily through the crowd which stopped at their passage, and soon, they arrived to the registration counter.

Linda let her two heavy suitcases on the scale, letting both the attendant and Amanda speechless.
-"They're two... two..." the attendent said.
-"Yes, two suitcases."
-"Two... hundred pounds each, Madam! You can't register that much weight!" said the petite woman timidely.
-"I have multiple reservations." Linda said, handing a few sheets of paper to the trembling girl.
-"Oh! Of course, In that case..." she said, typing on her computer, "Everything is fine, now. Have a nice trip, Madam. Thank you for travelling with our compagny."

As everything was settled, Linda scooped and took Amanda in her arms. She thanked the attendant and smiled back to Amanda.
-"You can't keep up the pace in these heels. I hope you don't mind me carrying you like this." she said, holding the light girl in one arm while she rearranged her hair with her free hand, flexing her huge biceps by rote.
-"No... Not at all." Amanda said, nestling herself against the towering blonde and watching the huge arm to disappear behind the biggest pair of tits she had ever seen.

-"Look! The guys are already coming." Linda said after a few steps, pointing to them, exposing once more her thick arm to Amanda's view.
-"We found it, Honey." Peter said, glancing to Amanda who was shamelessly caressing his wife muscles, checking their size, their hardness and their smooth touch with her delicate fingers.

She seemed to be confortable in Linda's strong arms, unbothered by the gazes of the onlookers. She was glancing to them, smiling proudly.
..." Lucky girl." said a woman... "I wonder who's the luckiest one." said another... "Mummy, mummy, I want to look like her when I'm older. She's so strong!"... "I don't know, sis. Probably twenty five inches"... "I join a gym tommorrow."... "No, I was refering to her arms! Her legs are way bigger."... "No, she's not a lesbian. Her husband is the tiny guy there."... "My God! He must be a toy in her hands!"... "Yeah, lucky guy!"... "Lucky?"... "Of course, lucky! Look at the guys around us."... "Oh my gosh! Are those hard-ons?"...

Peter was sensing an unknown odd feeling.

Two weeks ago, he had probably been unaffected by the attention the girls were capting but as he was listening the comments around him, he just felt jealous of Amanda. That should be him in Linda's mighty arms.

-"Good!" Linda said to Peter, catching back his attention, "I follow you, my love."

As she followed the guys, she continued to give instructions, "By the way, Peter, during the flight, you will sit next to Albert. Amanda and I want to chat a bit." she anounced.

The tone she employed clearly stated that there was no discussion possible, and there was none. The guys didn't comment at all, they just continued to walk silently, looking at each other.

Amanda was observing them attentively. Albert was angry.
He was trying to hide it, but to Amanda, despite his best efforts, that was obvious. She knew him too well not to notice that he was furious inside. Peter had noticed it too, because he was blushing and couldn't meet his boss's gaze. Albert was probably keeping his cool so as not to ruin the weekend. Somehow, she was grateful for that.
The second thing she noticed was how everyone seemed from her elevated vantage point. The big hunks looked short. Peter and Albert looked tiny and weak. Everybody seemed insignificant. She felt strong, powerful. How exilarating!

That was only when they reached the gate that Linda deposited her on the floor. She instantly missed that stimulating feeling of power. With it, she could change the world. She held Linda's arm tightly, as she stood beside her, instead of holding Albert's hand as she usually did.

Despite the fact that they were interrupted from time to time by a passenger or the stewardess asking for a picture, the flight was very pleasant for Linda and Amanda. The slim woman asked everything she wanted to know and Linda was glad to answer every question, even personal ones.

As soon as the plane landed, Peter and Albert left to work while the girls went directly to the hotel. They continued to chat the whole afternoon. To Linda, it was clear that Amanda would like to join the sisterhood but that her natural shyness prevented her to ask. She knew that was a matter of time therefore she send a message to Megan who accepted happily Amanda as a new member of the sisterhood.


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chapter 7 
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The evening at the hotel was particulary fun to Linda. The guys were dressed with elegant tuxedos, waiting at the bar. Amanda was sitting with them in a tight cocktail dress which enhanced her soft feminine curves. Despite her thin frame, she looked radiant. It was obvious that something was stimulating her. Maybe the glances of the males around her which weren't very discreet. Maybe the elegant high heels she was wearing which added a couple of inches more than her usual heels. In these very high shoes, Amanda was a giantess close to the guys. It seemed that the conversations they had during the flight or the afternoon, were already impacting the Watson's relationship. She was talking to her husband with noticeable and unusual confidence. That was a pleasant sight.

However, when Amanda noticed Linda in her tight sleeveless dress at the entrance of the restaurant, she froze instantly. She became again the shy girl she had always been, oggling to the tall Amazon, breathless. She remained mouth agape, with a glistening tremor in her deep blue eyes and everyone followed her gaze. The room went quiet immediately.

The blonde Amazon didn't want to miss that opportunity to show off. She pulled on her long braid, letting it to slide erotically along her deep cleavage, to grab its tip which was concealed between her huge breasts. Then, flexing her huge biceps, she knotted it elegantly in a high bun.

She took more time than needed, looking around at the reaction of the girlfriends or the wives. She flexed her huge muscles without any other purpose than to tease the onlookers. When she was satisfied, she flared her lats a couple of times, to put the wide and thick muscles on display, then she advanced toward Amanda with her eyes locked on the beautiful redhead. She was swaying her hips voluntarily, forcing her huge thighs to fight against each other for room. Two loud slaps echoed through the room, emanating from different tables,..."I let you with her, asshole!"..."Fucking pervert! Don't ever call me again!"... Two women left the restaurant. Linda smiled.

As she reached the bar, she scooped slightly to kiss Amanda on the lips.
-"You are beautiful, Amanda." she said, taking whatever Peter was drinking from his hand, and having a sip.
-"Thank you, Linda. You're breathtaking yourself. You know that."Amanda replied, glancing to Peter who was about to argue something but finally sat back cowardly without his drink.

Linda took another sip, letting a second imprint of her lips on the glass, then she gave it back to Peter, winking discreetly to Amanda.
-"You're too kind with me, Linda." Amanda said, having a glimpse at the glass which was almost empty.
-"Someone who doesn't care to be carried in my arms deserves all my attention, sweetheart." she replied, caressing Amanda's cheek tenderly.

The orchestra began to play and Linda motionned to the dance floor nearby. The skinny red hair agreed and the towering blonde dragged her effortlessly toward its center. Amanda was happy, the complicity between these two was obvious, and the friendly bonds were still tightening. Both of them laughed all the way to the dance floor, so ineffectual were Amanda's pitiful attempts to stop her friend.
However, when the towering blonde smoothly pulled Amanda toward her to dance, they both went silent. Due to the difference in height, Amanda's face was softly squeezed in her partner's cleavage. They looked at each other for a moment, smiling, until Amanda kissed the Amazon breasts discreetly. Then, they started to dance. The sexual tension was obvious. The silence replaced the sound of the laughs and the guys resumed their drinks.

After a few dances, Linda had hoisted Amanda against her, cupping her small ass in a strong hand. Meanwhile the smaller woman had her arms curled around Linda's thick neck. SDhe had her head resting on the massive shoulder offered by the blonde Amazon as a cushion, caressing her thick muscles peacefully. She was cradled, comfy in her friend's arms, not even noticing that she was twirling around Linda who was spinning frantically.

As the music stopped, they looked at each other for a moment, then Linda whispered something to Amanda who blushed instantly. The smaller woman encircled Linda's neck with her skinny arms and she kissed her softly on the lips.
-"Thank you, Linda. Thank you! thank you! thank you!" she said as Linda let her on the floor.



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chapter 8   
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Linda glanced toward the bar. The guys were already gone.

Since she had demanded the diner to be served at the Watson's suite, they were probably already there, eager to diner. The two women held their hands and walked toward the elevators.

A guy was waiting for the lift. He was pressing frantically on the button. Amanda stopped Linda and hoisted herself at her bulky shoulder.
-"Linda? You said that you could have any guy you wanted." she whispered, blushing like a schoolgirl. Linda smiled.
-"You want a demo?" she asked, discreetly, "what do you want me to do?".

Amanda considered the options but the guy was barely average, Linda was as strong as a bull, she could easily subdue him, force him. There was no challenge at all.
-"Force him to cum." she said. Linda grinned.

The tall Amazon stopped close to the guy, voluntarily towering above him. She looked at her phone, silently, flexing and relaxing her muscles, fully aware of his glances. She waited patiently for him to dare to look at her in the eyes, then she greeted him with a wide predatory smile.

He gulped loudly, nodded, then he lowered his gaze, hoping that she hadn't noticed the repeated glances to her thick muscles. He was shivering, clearly impressed or even afraid by the imposing woman. Despite the fear, he couldn't help it, his gaze was inexorably attracted by the slightest moves of the huge masses of muscles.

Amanda was mesmerized. That guy, a perfect stranger, was shiverring due to Linda's mere presence. Her phone buzzed. That was a message from Linda... "He's already hard as a rock."...

Amanda glanced to the guy's crotch. He immediately realized the stiffeness in his pants and he instinctively put his hands down to cover it. He went pale instantly.

He was about to leave but Linda stopped him, "Your luck, the lift is already here." she said, pushing him gently in the elevator then following him.

He was trembling now. He tried to press the button for the second floor but he missed it. Linda pressed it for him then she pressed the button for the twentieth floor.

Amanda watched silently how Linda cornered him with her rear, pretending not to notice him behind her, while she typed on her phone. When he had been trapped in a corner, unable to move, Amanda received another message... "See how easy?"...

Linda voluntarily brushed her huge thighs against the hard bulge, smiling to Amanda. Meanwhile, because he didn't dare to touch her, he tried desperately to remind her his presence with a trembling voice. Unfortunately, it was muffled by her thick dorsal muscles. The towering blonde had decided otherwise. She pressed her big round ass on his lower ribs. The poor guy, who was already pinned against the wall, felt his stomach suddenly pushed up, compressing his lungs in the motion. His breath was stopped instantly and he was prevented to talk.

At that very moment, the lift stopped at the second floor and the doors opened. Linda winked to Amanda and tilted her pelvis slightly, pushing the guy on his tiptoes. She waited for the doors to close again, wiggling her ass slowly then, as the lift went up again, she addressed to Amanda.
-"By the way, Amanda, I just finished the book you lent me." she said, winking.
-"Oh my God! Seriously?" Amanda asked, fully aware that Linda was refering to the guy squirming frantically behind her.

Linda nodded.
-"Well, It was easy to read. Thick but Well written, with long sentences and cascades of words, the way I like them." she replied, giggling.

She stepped forward and the guy fell against her, letting his hands on her hips for balance.
-"I'm sorry!" he shouted, holding his hands up as he tried to recover his breath.
-"How do you dare to touch me, moron!" Linda replied back, pretending to be upset as she grabbed him by the neck. She squeezed then lifted him off the floor, sliding him on the wall length mirror which covered the back of the lift. She held him there for a moment , offering Amanda a good view on the large wet spot he was sporting on his pants.

Finally, the lift stopped at the twentieh floor.

She held him aloft until the doors opened, then she let him fall at her feet.
-"Kiss my feet, jerk!" she summoned him.

He immediately stood on all fours and complied.
-"Better!" she demanded.

He smacked a kiss, then another, and another, until she withdrew her foot.

Amanda was shivering with excitation. She advanced her foot toward him like she had seen Linda to do.
-"Kiss my shoe!" she commanded, imitating the stern tone of her friend.

The trembling guy lowered his head toward the high heeled shoe and smacked a loud kiss. Amanda jumped. She felt a warm sensation between her legs. She squirmed.  She clamped her legs, banging her knees against each other. Too late, her panties were soaking wet. She lifted her dress slightly and plunged her hand in the wide gap between her bony legs, "Oh my God!" she shouted.

Linda pulled her friend out of the elevator.

-"Don't think that I don't know what you just did, pervert." she said, "I advise you not to say anything to anyone." she menaced him.
-"No, Miss. I won't say anything."

The doors closed on the guy, still on all fours, looking up to the girls "Thank you, Misses.".



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chapter 9   
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A moment later...

-"You should have seen her, Albert." Amanda said, pulling the heavy chair to sit next to her husband. "Linda is an amazing dancer." she added.

Linda remained standing, looking at Peter from her dominant position. He immediately stood up and pulled the chair for her.
-"Thank you, Darling." she said, as she sat cautiously, her voice barely covering the creakling sound of the wooden chair.
-"You never do that for me, darling." Amanda remarked.
-"I'm eating. Can't you see it?" Albert replied back.
-"Peter isn't. He had the kindness to wait for us." she said.
-"Peter waited for his wife to order something for him, I suppose." he fired, smirking.
-"Where I come from, you call it 'gallantry'." Amanda replied back, outraged by her husband remark and the tone he employed, "Instead of mocking him for his behaviour, you should learn from him." she concluded, hiding completely her tiny frame behind the menu to put an end to the conversation. Linda reassured her.
-"Don't worry, Amanda. Albert is just a bit upset."
-"Upset? Me?"
-"Of course, you are. You're jealous, Albert. You're jealous because you think that your wife find me greater than you, because I'm taller than you, stronger than you, and judging by your behaviour, smarter than you and way more caring than you." Linda explained calmly, irritating Albert a bit more.

Amanda looked at her husband, wondering how he was going to react.
-"That's enough!" he said, "I'm going to bed... Good night."

Linda extended her long leg and catched his chair with her toes from behind. She pulled slightly and Albert was caught between the chair and the table, unable to stand anymore.

Linda kept him trapped. He tried to push on the table to free himself but that was useless, his two weak arms were clearly weaker than her thick muscular leg, or to be precise, than her toes. In fact, she just pulled a bit more, threathening to break his lower ribs with the edge of the table. He couldn't move anymore and was barely able to breath. Linda took the menu and ignored him, as Amanda just did, except the menu couldn't hid her wide chest, even less her big round shoulders or her massive arms.

-"Amanda?" she asked.
-"Yes?"
-"I really would like to read something. May I borrow your book." she asked.
-"My... book?"
-"Yes. Your book." she repeated.

Amanda blushed, just understanding what Linda had suggested.

-"Sure." Amanda said hesitantly, not wanting to deceive her new sister.
-"Good! If Peter agrees, I think I will have two of these big steaks." Linda said,  "May I, Pete?" she asked.
-"Of course, hun. I will order one myself, thus if I can't, you will finish it."
-"Oh! Thank you, darling." she said, touching his little hand as she continued to read the menu. Peter smiled. He glanced to Amanda and questionned her "what do you want, Amanda?"

Amanda was looking at her husband, trying desperately to free himself, then at Linda barely noticing his feeble attempts.

-"I don't know. I'm really tempted by that big steak too, but Albert usually orders a salad for me." she replied, glancing to him.

Albert was gasping for air, unable to speak. He looked at Amanda pleadingly, requesting some help from his wife. She just repeated Linda's previous demand.
-"If Albert agrees, I think I will have one of these big steaks." she said, glancing to Linda, her husband's tormentor, "May I, Albert?".

Linda released a bit the pressure on Albert's chest to allow him to answer. She let him to inhale deeply and recover a bit, then, with a slight pull on the chair, she reminded him to answer.
He was panting, considerably weakened, and really afraid by the imposing blonde but he managed to answer.
-"Of course, hun. I will..."

Linda stopped him in his tracks as he was about to repeat Peter's answer. She had other plans for him.
-"Shut up, Albert." she said calmly, glancing to Amanda who blushed again remembering Linda's words on the dancefloor. She wasn't joking. She was going to force her husband to please her orally, something he never did for her after five years of relationship.

Linda slid her other leg on Albert's chair, between his legs, then, when he was sitting on her feet, she pushed the chair away. He didn't move an inch, her strong muscles keeping him in place easily. She kept him seated on her feet for a moment, as if he weighted nothing. She wanted him to realize the power concealed in her beefy limbs. Meanwhile she was talking with Amanda as if nothing had happened.
-"Your husband doesn't realize how lucky he is to have such a wife, Amanda. He just disrespected you, and more important to me, he disrespected my husband." she said, lowering Albert to the floor, "I'm going to punish him."

The whole time, Linda was reading the menu, holding it delicately, brushing her hair with her free hand in smooth and feminine movements. At the opposite, below the table, the moves were rough and powerful. In a split second, Albert was pulled between her legs and held in place by her huge thighs.

Amanda, lifted slightly the tablecloth and glanced below. She saw her tiny husband trapped between two huge pillars of muscles. His head was completely hidden, except a fistful of hair attesting his presence. He was litterally swallowed by the huge masses of beef around him. The slight variations in shape and hardness of Linda's muscles easily testified about the force she was exerting. She imagined the tremendous pain he was certainly experiencing but she didn't interfere, according to Linda, that was part of the training.

No matter how he patted on the enormous thighs with his toothpick arms, there was no reaction from the giant girl. Amanda was amazed. Linda was controlling Albert with such an ease, she just looked magnificent.

When Albert's arms went down. Amanda knew that he had given up. In a split second, his hair disappeared, lost in a sea of muscles. Her breath stopped. He was licking her! Her heart started to pump faster to compensate the lack of oxigen. She stood still in her chair, not really knowing how to react. Her husband deserved a lesson but that was probably too much.

Linda let the menu on the table.
-"Amanda, there is nothing you can do to stop me thus forget it and let's order. I'm starved." she said, smiling, ignoring the weak attempts of Albert trying to spread her legs, as well as the gazes of Amanda and Peter. Noone dared to argue something.

Soon the bellboy knocked at the door and Peter stood up to open while the girls remained seated. The guy entered pushing a tray cart. He was tall, elegantly dressed in a classic bellboys tuxedo, and moved gracefully. To make it short, he was handsome.

Amanda glanced to Linda questiongly. She was still enthrilled by their short intercourse in the elevator, and she was demanding for more. The blonde Amazon smiled but she shook her head. Amanda pouted.

The handsome boy greeted everyone and inevitably noticed Linda. He froze instantly, releasing the trolley which stopped its course against the table.

-"I'm sorry" he said, awkwardly, looking away from the imposing blonde, "May I serve?".
-"Please do." Amanda said.

Much to Amanda surprise,  and despite she answered him, he served Linda first. The poor guy was clearly intimidated and wanted unconsciously to keep the huge muscular blonde in a good mood. He was having a hard time trying to prevent his gaze to wander on her stunning bosom, having only furtive glimpses from time to time, to relieve the tension he was experiencing, but that was clearly a hard task. It was even harder to ignore her awe inspiring arms, especially when she flexed them so close to him.

He turned around the table and served Amanda, a bit more relaxed, but his eyes were still glued on Linda's amazing physique.

Finally, he served Peter.

Peter had noticed the floor waiter's discomfort and his glances to his Mistress wife.

-"Please." he said, "May you serve this steack to my amazing wife?" he demanded, pointing to the steack initially intended for Albert, then letting his tiny hand on Linda's flexed biceps to intentionally drive the bellboy's gaze to the bulky muscle.
-"Of... Of course, Sir."

Peter squeezed the hard ball of unyelding flesh. His fingers spread slowly as the muscle expanded underneath. The guy looked away, visibly shaken by the realization of Linda's power.

-"Since you're only three at the table, may I clear the plates and cutlery, Madam?"
-"Please do."

The guy complied then left politely, letting the trolley with the desserts. Amanda immediately looked under the tablecloth. Albert was still there, motionless. Everyone started to eat silently

After the strength feat of Linda subduing Albert effortlessly, the fact that she forced him between her thighs in presence of his wife, Peter couldn't help but consider the fact that Amanda had joined the sisterhood. Nevertheless,  since Linda still called him 'honey' the doubts faded away slowly as he enjoyed the thick steack.


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chapter 10   
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A moment later, while they were enjoying their dessert, Linda pulled her phone from her cleavage and stopped the buzzer. It was ten o'clock sharp. It was time to Peter's daily report, today was no exception. She just let the phone on the table for him to see the title of the alarm, 'daily report'. He shivered, realizing that Amanda was reading as well. In fact, she was sizing the big phone, wondering how Linda could keep such a big thing hidden in her cleavage. Her tits should be bigger than she though. However, at that moment, the text 'daily report' intrigued her even more than Linda's cup size. She glanced to Peter.

He hesitated, but finally, he wiped his mouth with the napkin.

Considering how Linda got Albert to lick her, without breaking a sweat, it was useless to pretend that he was the leader in the couple, but he wasn't ready to do his daily report in her presence. He had to do something.

Somehow, he hoped that Amanda was doutful about the true nature of the relationship in the couple thus the only valuable option to keep some dignity, was to pretend that he was still having a say.

-"Honey, it's late. I suggest to let Amanda and Albert to rest a bit." he proposed, letting the napkin on the table, and pulling the chair backward slightly. He didn't stand up. In case his Mistress wife had decided otherwise, having to sit back had been too humiliating.

Linda spread her legs, letting Albert to collapse under the table loudly. She hugged Peter with her big arm, pressing his cheek against her voluptuous breast, "Thinking about our hosts, that's adorable, sweetheart." she complimented him, squeezing his frail body with her biceps as she kissed him on the head. She stood up, inviting Amanda to imitate her, then she addressed to Peter, "Peter, honey, may I help Amanda to carry him to bed while you go to our room? Please, hun. That won't take too long."
-"Sure, darling, but don't be too long, OK?"
-"I promise."

As soon as he left, she hoisted Albert by his belt and carried him to the bed.

-"Spill some Cognac on his clothes and on your inner thighs, sis. I want him to think that he was drunk, that he was fantasizing." Linda said, disrobing him while holding him aloft one-handed.

Then she set him carefully on the bed, "... And be sure that he sleeps with his head between your legs. That way he won't suspect anything when he feels the bruises on his face at the awakening. Tell him that he was drunk, that he forced you to have sex orally. If he looks doubtful, then tell him that was disgusting, and ask him why he called you 'Linda' while pleasing you. He will stop arguing." she added, giggling.
-"What if he asks to Peter what happened?"
-"Peter will tell exactly what I tell him to say, word by word. Don't worry about that."
-"Are you sure that all of this is necessary, Linda?"
-"Yes, I don't want Peter to know that you joined the sisterhood, not yet, therefore Albert shouldn't be aware until you can force him to silence. That shouldn't take more than a couple of weeks, probably one."

Amanda nodded. Linda leaned forward to reach her lips and she kissed her passionately. -"Good night, sis."
-"Good night, sis." Amanda replied.
-"Don't be late, Amanda, as soon as the guys go to the convent, we meet at the gym." Linda added as she left.

Meanwhile, Peter was waiting for his Mistress wife in their suite, naked as usual, kneeling next to the more comfortable couch.

He wanted her to suppose that he was doing it willingly. And to be honest, that was slowly becoming the case. What was clearly a hard duty at the beginning of their new relationship, had become a real pleasure because it was obviously reinforcing the complicity between the two lovers. He cleared his throat, to be ready, and smiled when she entered, not even realizing that he was proud to comply.

She sat without a word and took off her heels. He didn't wait for her to demand. He started to massage her feet following scrupulously the instructions from the sisterhood manual.
-"If Albert asks you what happened during the diner, you tell him that he drank too much and that his words were incoherent especially those regarding sex. Nothing more." she said.
-"Yes, Mistress."
-"Now, tell me what I want to know." she added, relaxing a bit.
-"Yes, Mistress... When I woke up this morning, it was 7am, I went to the kitchen to prepare your breakfast, Mistress. There was no more oranges thus I have been to the shop around the corner to buy a few. There were Anne, Lea and Kristen shopping too. Kristen helped me to reach the proteins packs on the top shelf. I had no interaction with the others. Then I went back home directly. Since you were already working-out, I prepared your proteins shakes then I brought them to you at the basement. Then, I went back to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast."
Linda interrupted him, clearing her throat "Hmmm!". He hesitated, looking at the muscles of her neck to tense.

As he hesitated, she has been more precise "Did you go to the kitchen immediately?" she asked between soft purrs as she was enjoying his tender massage.
-"No."
-"No?"
-"No, I didn't go to the kitchen immediately."
-"No?" she repeated, looking down at him.
Peter went pale instantly, he just figured what she wanted. He looked at her sheepishly. She was enjoying the massage too much to be annoyed by anything else.
-"No, Mistress." he said, relieved.

Linda eyes glistened anticipating what he was about to confess. She was in heaven. Peter continued.

-"After giving you the shakes, I stood by the door of the basement. I watched you lifting those huge barbells. You are magnificent when you workout, Mistress." he said, stopping briefly as he said 'Mistress' to kiss her feet. Much to his surprise, she seemed to pay little attention to his attention, she just remained attentive, eager to hear the following.

He continued.
-"I got a boner, looking at you. I... I..."
-"You masturbated?" she asked roughly, touching her erected nipples which were menacing to poke through the stretched tissue.

Peter lowered his gaze.

-"Yes, Mistress." he said.
-"Oh my God, Peter! Do you realize how horny you make me when you say that?!" Linda exclaimed.

She pulled her dress up, exposing her moistened sex. Her engorged clit was glistening, coated by her juices, pulsating rythmically with the blood warming up her erogenous areas. She spread her humongous legs and with her fingers, she pushed gently her labia apart.
-"Take me, honey." she said panting as she visibly tried to delay n imminent orgasm.

Peter gulped seeing her clit. The once little appendage was now easily two inches long. He approached his lips to take it in his mouth but she stopped him.
-"No! Take me! I want you inside me!" she demanded, grabbing him by the armpits and pulling him toward her. He was about to grab his cock to aim her vagina but he didn't need. She had tilted her pelvis and the powerful succion of her vaginal muscles did the work, he was pulled entirely inside her. His body slammed loudly against hers and she clenched her inner walls to take his cock in a vice. She orgasmed instantly, spasming uncontrollably, threathening to rip his cock, if she hadn't kept him against her.

She kept him a moment against her, while she recovered, teasing him with her huge biceps, massaging his cock with her inner walls.

He tried to withdraw his cock but it was trapped. Pulling harder would probably be painful thus he didn't even try. He looked at her. She whispered, "Yes, I can.", and she released him. As he was still trying to pull, he fell on his back. His cock twiched twice then long ropes of cum splashed on his chest while he spasmed on the floor. She laid on her back with her hands behind her head, moaning and purring as she stretched her muscles.

He fell on his knees between her legs and started to lick her clean, avoiding for a moment her still too sensible clit, then driving all his attention toward it when it could bare the touch of his servile tongue.

He came almost instantly but continued to lick her pleasingly, losing count of her numerous orgasms, until he fell asleep between her legs.




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chapter 11   
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Albert woke up feeling groggy. As he tried to shake off the sleep, he reached out to rub his eyes and immediately noticed a sour smell of alcohol on his breath, as well as the sharp pain in his head. He sat up, realizing that he had slept with his head nestled between Amanda's legs. She was still laying on the bed with a pillow covering her head.

-"What the fuck happened yesterday?" he asked, feeling a terrible headache.

He tried to nudge her awake, but she pulled away with a groan, not wanting to be disturbed.



-"What's the matter? And why do I smell alcohol like that?" he asked again.
-"I don't want to talk to you." she said, pretending to be upset. "You better leave now or I swear I call the security."

Feeling frustrated and guilty, Albert got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He splashed some cold water on his face and tried to clear his head. Looking in the mirror, he saw dark circles under his eyes, bruises on his face and on his chest. He let out a deep sigh, feeling confused. He didn't knew if he had to be ashamed of his actions from the night before.

Frantically, Albert tried to recall what had happened, but all he could remember was a nightmare he'd had where Linda was squeezing him between her huge legs mindlessly, forcing him to pleasure her.

Then he remembered how he had awakened between Amanda's legs. He looked at his reflect with horror. He needed to know what had happened. He had to ask Peter about the evening.



After cleaning up, John walked out into the living room and grabbed his briefcase. He took one last look at Amanda, she was still laying soundly. He reluctantly made his way out of the suite. As he walked past the mirror in the hallway, he realized he needed to make some changes - starting with giving up alcohol and spending more time in a gym.

A bit later...

Linda and Amanda walked into the gym, both wearing matching workout outfits which was fun. However, despite the similar tones and colors, they were noticeable differences in their attires. Amanda wore a loose-fitting T-shirt and baggy sweats that hung off her frame which purpose was probably to hide her skinny arms and her flat chest. In contrast, Linda was a behemoth. She towered over her lean friend, her huge muscles bulging beneath a tight revealing T-shirt and spandex shorts which were stretched to their max.

Linda led the way, easily navigating the crowded floor towards the weight room. Amanda, followed behind, trying her best to keep up. The gym was packed, but Linda and Amanda managed to find a quiet corner to work out.



As they entered the weight room, Linda explained to Amanda the benefits of the Emendatae treatment and the changes that will inevitably bring to her relations with people. Changes she had personally experienced during the past two months. To the frail girl, that was quite reassuring to see her hulking friend still amazed by her changes with no regrets at all.

"This stuff is incredible!" Linda exclaimed. "It's almost like magic! I've gained so much muscle in such a short time. Just look at my biceps - they used to be skin and bones, but now they're huge!"

 she added flexing her bulging arm.



Amanda looked at Linda with admiration. She was desperately trying to feel the effects of the first pill she had taken at breakfast, but obviously that was too soon.

-"Wow, I can't believe the difference!" Amanda said, smiling, flexing her inexistant muscle close to her friend one. Despite the deep humiliation she was feeling, she was in love with her friend's physique. The only though of being that big in a couple of months was replacing the humiliation by frustration then by a sweet longing which fueled her motivation.

-"I'm finally going to start working out too, and with this treatment, maybe I can get a body like yours soon." she said.



Linda smiled back, knowing how hard it was for someone like Amanda to start a fitness journey close to a girl like her.

-"Don't worry," she said, "with Emendate, anything is possible. I'll help you get started with some basic exercises, and we'll work our way up from there."



And so they did. Linda guided Amanda through a warm-up routine, consisting of jumping jacks and squats.

While Amanda struggled to keep up, Linda made sure to give her plenty of moral support.

-"You're doing great, Amanda!" she said. "This is just the beginning - trust me, before you know it, you'll be just as strong as me!"

Then, Linda coached Amanda through a series of exercises, explaining the process and the benefits of each one. It was clear that Linda was a seasoned gym rat who knew exactly what she was doing, while Amanda was just starting out. But Amanda was a quick learner, and with Linda's guidance, she quickly picked up on the proper form for each exercise.


At some point, Linda showed Amanda how to do some basic dumbbell lifts, starting with 5lbs weights and gradually increasing the weight to 10lbs. Amanda struggled at first, but with Linda's encouragement, she soon got the hang of it.

-"See, you've got this!" Linda said. "You just need to keep practicing, and before you know it, you'll be lifting weights like a pro!"



As Amanda continued to lift her tiny weights, Linda couldn't help but notice the difference in their body types. While she was tall and broad-shouldered, with bulging biceps and well-defined abs, Amanda was lanky, as she was herself a few months ago. The poor girl has almost no muscles on her thin frame.

-"Okay, let's do real bicep curls," Linda said, grabbing an empty bar then demonstrating the movement with her massive arms. "Grip the bar. Bring it up towards you with a slight bend in your elbows."

 she added.

Amanda tried to mimic Linda's movements, but her arms were so weak that the weight of the bar alone was a struggle. She managed to complete three sets of a few reps, but her form was sloppy. Meanwhile Linda performed her reps with the heaviest bar of the gym mindlessly, smiling to Amanda, and supporting her.



Next, Linda and Amanda did tricep dips.

-"Follow my lead," Linda said, as she dipped her bulked-up arms up and down. "Keep your chest up, back straight, and use your triceps to lift yourself."



Amanda's arms shook with the effort, and it was clear that she couldn't support her own weight. After a few futile attempts, she gave up, sinking back into the bench.



-"Don't worry, Amanda, these are tough exercises for beginners," Linda reassured her. "You'll build up your strength in no time. Plus, with Emendate, you'll be able to pack on muscle like crazy."
-

"I can't wait," Amanda said with a small smile. "I've always been so skinny, and it's so hard to find nice clothes that fit without showing my thinness."
-

"I know what you mean," Linda agreed. "But once you bulk up, you'll see. You'll be able to fill out those clothes without problems. You will overgrow them, but you'll have more confidence too! You won't mind to show off your physique. It's a game changer." Linda said, flexing her biceps, winking to her friend.



Amanda looked at the huge biceps, glistening with sweat, fully pumped, taunting her as it twitched seductively. She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated and at the same time aroused by Linda's enormous physique. With Emendate, she knew she would soon turn things around in no time! She touched the hard muscle, daydreaming, mentioning that she was going to need a new wardrobe soon, "With all these muscles I'm about to gain, none of my clothes are going to fit anymore!" she exclaimed.

Linda laughed.

-"I know how you feel. I struggled with the same problem when I first started Emendatae. But let me tell you, clothes shopping is so much more fun now! Let me to show you something, Amanda." Linda said.

They made their way to the bench press area. Linda was eager to show her friend just how strong she had become since starting Emendatae.

-"Okay, Amanda, watch this," Linda said with a grin. "I bet you've never seen anything like this before."

She added, laying down on the bench and adjusting the weights. "I'm going to do a warm-up set first," Linda explained. She lifted the barbell off the rack and brought it down to her chest, lowering it slowly and smoothly. "See how easy that is?" she said, flexing her muscles and lifting the bar easily.



Amanda watched in amazement as Linda did her warm-up with more than 500lbs on the barbell. But the blonde Amazon didn't stop there. She added more and more weight to the bar. Before she knew it, the barbell was fully loaded. Theyre was no room for a single plate more. That thing weighted more than 1000 lbs!!

-"Wow, Linda, that's amazing!" Amanda exclaimed. "I can't believe how strong you've gotten!"



Linda grinned at her friend. "Well, I maxed the capacity of the barbell. That still look like a warm-up to me. It's thanks to Emendatae," she said. "But it's not just about building muscle. It's about gaining the confidence to use that strength in your everyday life."



Amanda nodded, still in awe of Linda's abilities. "I can't wait to see what I can do once I start Emendate," she said.



Linda nodded. "You're going to love it," she said. "Trust me, Emendatae is going to change your life."

And so the workout continued, with Linda helping Amanda, pushing her to her limits, all the while chatting and laughing. It was clear that they had become true friends, who were going to support and encourage each other along the way.

Meanwhile...

Albert questionned his friend at the bar, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. He had probably made a real mess of things the night before, and he needed to figure out what went wrong. He asked his employee to recount what happened, hoping that this time, he would finally get a clear picture of what he had done.

Peter simply explained that they had the dinner with Amanda and Linda, at their suite, that he had drunk more than usual and that he had been rude with his wife.

Albert remembered the dinner, but he didn't remember that he had been drinking heavily during the meal, or getting more and more rowdy and eventually crossing a line. However, he had certainly been rude to Amanda, because she was clearly upset with him. He felt terrible, not only for how he had behaved but also for how he had hurt his wife.

What he couldn't figure is why he was nestled between his wife's legs this morning. He had never licked his wife's pussy before, despite her being demanding. He found that degrading and humiliating. He had forced her to lick him many times, but the contrary was clearly unthinkable. Something was wrong. Maybe she had just abused him while he was unconscious. That could explain the nightmare. Or maybe he had just raped his own wife while being drunk. That would be unforgivable.
He really didn't know.

[nickolai]

This is yet another fantastic chapter my friend.  What I love most is how in every scene you showcase how superior these women are to not just men but how superior they are becoming the to machines and objects in the environment around them.  The detailed descriptions you give of Emendatae’s physiques as they bulge and flex with every movement and the detail and depth you go into describing the incredible feats of strength associated with their domination of the men around them (as well as incredibly heavy objects) is just outstanding.  That kind of detail takes a great deal of effort and dedication and I am thankful for it.

From the very beginning you show us how little effort moving and lifting several thousand pound vehicles has become for these increasingly super women.  Why bother trying to parallel park an SUV when you can easily drag it into place - in a direction is wasn’t meant to go mind you?  Not quite the same, but it reminds me of the “Egypt” scene in WW84 where she pushed a truck sideways faster than the vehicles she is chasing.  Then Megan continues to showcase the superior being she has become by performing bicep curls with an automobile.  Love it!

I especially love how their bodies are becoming too powerful for the weak, non-Athena Garden world around them.  Cars struggle to contain them.  Normal metal chairs are effortlessly bent out of shape just by them shifting positions.  After one has been rendered useless by Linda’s burgeoning body, Megan casually balls it up in her powerful hands like it was made of paper.  She doesn’t even realize how heavy it is.  Love it!

I love the element in stories when women’s bodies become so powerful, they have to be careful in the normal world.  Soon I think Emendatae women will have to be careful that they don’t crumble sidewalks and crack hardwood floors while walking barefoot and that wide, powerful shoulders don’t destroy doorframes if not paying attention. 

I mean we saw Linda overpower Albert’s whole body with just a pull of her toe.  That was a GENIUS SCENE btw!  So much so she constricted his ability to breathe and threatened to break his ribs.  And she isn’t even on the plus program!  I am sure concrete, asphalt and hardwood floors in the normal world don’t stand a chance agains the casual power of Emendatae Plus women’s legs, feet and toes.  The infrastructure at Athena’s garden will have to be composed of newly developed metal alloys and concrete hardened to a grade 2-3x that which goes into hardened ballistic missile silo’s and bunkers.   

I really enjoyed how in addition to their unbelievable strength, their senses have been enhanced to an incredible degree as well.  Megan’s ability to hear heartbeats and subtle noises of the neighbor is an awesome add.  Now we see men are neither safe from an Emendatae’s muscles nor from her incredible surveillance capabilities.  You gave us an example of belief defying hearing and I am sure eyesight will be shocking as well.

There will be no hiding from Emendataes.  Lying to them will be impossible as they will hear nervous breathing and heartbeats.  They will see the sweat forming on men’s brows.  They will hear quiet conversations men are trying to have in closed-door conference rooms down the hall and see what men are texting across office spaces.  Yet another form of their dominance is developing. 

You are covering all the bases my friend.  And their magnitude of their abilities are growing every day.  So much so that their domination of men is now pretty much effortless - and I love it.  My only criticism is I would have loved to have seen more detail around how Megan dealt with the “Peeping Tom.”  Would have been fun for her to actually have used him as a rag, holding him up to corners near the ceiling, moving his body back and forth with such speed and force using only a single hand that he suffered friction burns, concussions and contusions while casually talking to  Nelly.  I am sure Nelly would be only to stare wide eyed and mouth open, barely hearing Megan’s words as most of her mental faculties would have been used just trying to comprehend how a woman like Megan could exist.

I cannot wait for more amazing detailed examples of domination and feats of strength.  You have a great imagination for that - like Linda pulling Albert against the table with so much force he could barely breathe using only her toe.  Amazing job and keep up the great work!

Can’t wait for the next chapter!

[totocom]

 I hope you like new instalment.

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Megan's sisterhood - part 6
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chapter 1
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Dolores was working as a waitress at the local restaurant for almost three years. She was known for her friendly nature and her willingness to go above and beyond to help customers. But little did she know, her life was about to change in a way she could never have imagined.

When Dolores stumbled upon Linda and Peter at the restaurant, she had been instantly fascinated by the towering blonde Amazon, her strength and her confidence. She had for long time wished to become a strong woman herself but at only five feet tall, she knew that no matter how hard she could work, she would never be able to achieve the same impressive physique as the taller Amazon.

Fortunately, fate had other plans for Dolores. When Linda accompanied her to the restroom that evening, she told her about a treatment to increase her height, with the promise that it would also make her much stronger. Without hesitation, Dolores agreed to the treatment. Of course, the Emendatae program.

A couple of days later, Dolores began to see the results of the treatment.

After two months, she had grown to an impressive height of 7' tall, and her muscles were bigger and stronger than she ever could have dreamed before. During these two months, she was shocked at the physical transformation that had occurred, but she was also overjoyed. She finally felt strong and confident, and she didn't mind anymore to fully show off her new physique.

In fact, as Dolores's muscles grew, so did her confidence. She began to stand up for herself at work, and she started to assert herself in situations where before she would have kept silent. Her coworkers started to notice the changes in her behaviour as well as in her physique, and they began to treat her with more respect. After only a few weeks that respect was clearly turning into nervousness and nobody dared to contradict her anymore.

One day, the manager of the restaurant stepped down, and a new manager was needed. Dolores had been doing most of the manager's duties anyway, so she decided to throw her hat in the ring. Despite the fact that she was a former waitress, she blew everyone away with her confidence and her knowledge of the business. She was clearly the best choice for the job.

But, in spite of her dedication to her job, Dolores had always been overlooked and undervalued by George, the butler. She had been working under his lead for several years and she had grown increasingly frustrated with his behavior. Maybe that's why she had begun to fantasize about taking his job. Now that she had the opportinuty to run the restaurant her way, she wasn't going to miss it.

She waited until George was alone in the restaurant's office, and then she burst in, filling the room with a presence that was impossible to ignore. George looked up, startled, as Dolores stood over him, her impressive physique looming before his smaller frame. She towered over him. At 7' tall and covered in muscles, she was trully frightening. She advanced a bit, backing him against the wall, then she put her hands on that wall nonchalantly, both sides of his head. She had to lean forward for that, her huge tits were hanging before him but he didn't dare to have a glimpse. George was paralysed. His heart was accelerating. She could feel it. His breath was stopped momentarily. Pearls of sweat appeared on his face distorded by the fear. She could see them to run along his trembling cheeks. She could feel the smell of the fear.

She was already surrounding him with her superior body but she slowly leaned forward a bit more to fill his intimate sphere completely, her thick forearms squeezing his shoulders to keep him immobile. Her bosom brushing slightly against his torso as she approached her lips toward him to whisper.

-"I've had enough of your mistreatment," Dolores growled softly, her anger and determination palpable in every word, although she was caressing his hair softly with her left hand, he couldn't not to notice. "You're not a good butler and you won't be a good manager. I can do a lot better." she continued, letting the long fingers of her right hand to snake around his neck and squeeze delicately, "I want that job, and if you don't let it to me, I'll take it by force." she concluded, lifting him slowly, sliding him against the wall, as she stood still. When his head hit the ceiling, she let him down slowly to eye level then let him to fall on the tiled floor.

George was speechless, staring up at Dolores in shock. He had never seen her like this before, and he realized that she wasn't joking. Her new physique was certainly confering her more confidence. whatever, he knew that he was no match for her physically, and he didn't want to risk getting badly hurt. With a sinking feeling in his chest, he managed to agree.

To Dolores's surprise, a few days later, she was selected to become the new manager of the restaurant. She could hardly believe that she had finally stood up for herself. Although that was natural that, considering her impressive body, nobody dared to push her around again nor simply argue when she said something, she simply wasn't used to it. That evening, she returned home with a satisfied smile on her face, she was ready to make the changes that were needed to make the restaurant a success.

The following days, she made it her mission to ensure that the restaurant ran smoothly, and that everyone - both customers and employees - received top-notch service. George had never been as welcoming and attentive with the customers. He even took initiatives to please Dolores, that wasn't unnoticed.

Within two months Dolores had transformed from a timid, five feet tall waitress into a powerful and confident boss. She was in control of her own life, and she knew that she could accomplish anything she set her mind to. She was an inspiration to almost every woman around her, because she proved that with enough determination anything was possible. As for the men, she was a Goddess they wished to worship and, like George, they did all they could to to get her attention.

Unfortunately, many men were thinking the contrary, their manhood was menaced. It was the case with Dan, Dolores' husband. She knew that the relations between men and women were changing, either they were Emendatae or not. She didn't want her couple to suffer from the new balance of power in the relationship. She had to have a talk with the sisters. She took her phone from between her big tits and dialed Linda's number, unaware of the insistent glances of the people around her since she had let her breasts partially exposed when she took the phone. When she noticed, she simply flexed her thick pectorals and the shirt slowly crawled back to its place.

-"Hi, Linda. I hope I'm not disturbing..." she said, totally unaffected by the little show she was giving to the onlookers.





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chapter 2   
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After the seminar, the following days at work were slightly different to Peter.

Albert, still as distant as ever, worked from home as usual, mostly, prefering to send mails instead of meeting people. He usually avoided any physical contact with the employees, maybe because of his short stature, specially with the secretaries who towered above him in their high heels. That's the reason why Peter couldn't explain how Albert managed to live with a woman like Amanda who was almost a foot taller than him.

To Albert, a man had to surpass his wife in everything. Maybe he liked the idea that, despite her size, he could show off his leadership in the couple, thereby, let to know to everyone that he was an alpha male. In fact, that probably was a way to smother a deep feeling of inferiority which had probably been brought back to light during the weekend of the seminar. The meeting with Linda wasn't unrelated with Albert changes.

Whatever happened, Albert was clearly becoming more scathing and directive in his mails. Peter had the feeling that his boss was more reluctant to trust on him. He probably though that a guy whose wife wears the pants in the relationship can't be a good negociator thus even less a good CEO. Peter decided to ignore his boss agressivity. He figured that Albert was just trying to impress his wife, as if needing constantly to set his place in the relationship.

He was right. After a couple of weeks, Albert started to act more normally. His mails were less agressive and definitively more curteous. Therefore Peter was more effective as well. His negociations were going better. The number of contracts didn't improve but the files were clearly more documented and the piles of documents were becoming higher and higher. It seemed that even the secretaries were feeling that appeasement in Albert's behaviour because they seemed happier and more dynamic.

After these two weeks, the only negative side in Peter's job was the constant tiredness he was feeling. He didn't notice at first, but as the days passed, he realized than he wasn't able to carry the high piles of documents that the secretaries let on his desk. He had to carry them in two times to the related room destined to store the files. He figured that was because of the increased libido of Linda who was more demanding these days. The meeting with Amanda being probably the trigger, because her new friend remembered her the slim woman she was a couple of months ago. Nothing to worry about, things should come to normal after a few days, he thought.

Sadly, things didn't turn the way he expected.

During her long chats with Amanda who had become a close friend, Linda found out that Peter's secretary, Pearl, was a very beautiful woman. Since 'prevention is better than cure', she decided to meet her, both to know her better and let her know who she was going against if she passed the line. After all, boys are only boys, and, despite she trusted on her husband, she prefered to warn the pretty secretary. Therefore, she pretexted an urgent mail for Peter and asked Pearl to come home.

Pearl had never been concerned by her appearance, she was gorgeous, until she met Linda. When Peter's wife opened the door, Pearl saw a true goddess welcoming her. The tall Amazon towered almost two feet above her, in a see through negligee which didn't hide anything of her perfect body, on the contrary it enhanced her Amazonian features and made her even more impressive. Linda was just intoxicating. Instead of being intimidated, Pearl felt instantly attracted by the extraordinary woman, consequently the meeting didn't go as expected. The two women had a long friendly chat and, ultimately, Pearl decided to join the Emendatae program.

Of course, Pearl's husband, Paul, didn't want her to join a gym to build muscle. He wanted her to remain a traditional housewife. In his view, the right way to be a good wife was to be pretty, attentive and submissive to her husband. He wanted Pearl to be exactly like that, and not a woman who worked out, got bulky, and had short hair or whatever. He thought it was unseemly.

She did anyway.

After a week, Pearl came back from her workout and Paul was there, waiting for her. She was sweaty, tired, but in a good mood. She was so proud of her accomplishments during the workout that she wanted to tell Paul about it. Before she could even greet him, Paul started berating.

He told Pearl that she was being irresponsible by spending so much time at the gym and not paying attention to her home and him. Of course, she felt offended. She yelled that she was taking care of her health and that she was going to become as big as the biggest bodybuilders whether Paul liked it or not. That made him even more furious. The argument escalated and they started yelling at each other. Paul yelled and insulted Pearl, calling her a selfish woman who only cared about herself, and Pearl yelled back and insulted Paul, calling him a control freak and a dictator. The argument lasted for hours and neither of them backed down.

A couple of days after, at work, Pearl entered Peter's office carrying a box. She put it on his desk and handed him a receipt for signature. He signed, bothered by something, but unable to put a finger on it. While she checked the document. He found out. He could see the hem of her skirt above the desk. Did she wear a shorter skirt?

As she walked away, he watched her carefully. She was wearing high heels. That probably did the trick. Unless these were her usual heels. He couldn't tell.

That's how he realized that he never really had a good look at his secretary. Now that he was looking at her, he realized that she was really good looking. Her tight ass was beautifully concealed in a grey mini-skirt which was allowing a good view on her shaped legs. Her typical secretary attire was completed by a white shirt which was perfect on her curvy frame. Peter imagined Linda dressed like Pearl. He could easily figure his Amazonian wife leaning against a cabinet to grab a folder, voluntarily letting her skirt to tense around her tight ass and her mammoth thighs. He could almost hear the seams giving way to allow more room to the bulging muscles, he could almost see the flesh through the expanding tears.

He shivered and shook his head to clear that picture from his mind and subdue his hard-on. He had to remain focused on his work. 

He turned around the desk to store the box that Pearl had just let. But, as he tried to lift it, he realized that he couldn't even move it. A quick inspection of the box, and the reading of the dispatch list, told him all he needed to know, the box weighted 55kg. He quickly typed the numbers on his phone to do the maths. That was 120 lbs! How the hell was he supposed to lift a box weighting his own bodyweight?

And how the hell could she do that?!!

He called Pearl through the intercom. Then he went to the related room, pretending to check a file.
-"Yes, sir?" the secretary asked, "May I help you?".
-"Yes, please, I need a copy of this letter." he said, pointing to a document on his desk. Then, pretending to read the file he was holding to look busy, he added casually "Since you're here, Pearl, may you bring that box and let it in that corner, please?".

-"Sure!" she answered, grabbing the box with visibly great effort. He could tell because he saw her biceps to balloon under the tight shirt. How comes he didn't notice her arms before? Obviously they weren't for show because she managed to lift the box when he just failed a moment ago. Moreover she carried it with apparent ease to the storage room.

When she deposited the box in the corner of the room, she took the file on the desk and walked away, stopping by the door to look at him over her shoulder, "Should I really do a copy of this document?" she asked, "... or is it a waste of paper?" she added, subtly implying that he called her only to take care of the box, the file to copy being only a pretense.

Since he hesitated, she continued, "I'll do it anyway." she decided, closing the door behind her, letting Peter to wonder if she had really suspected something.

That evening, leaving the office, as he crossed the open space, he had long glances at the secretaries. He had never noticed how fit they were. A few, even, were on the bulky side.

He concluded that living with Linda probably made him less attentive to female muscles. That was probably why he didn't notice earlier. Anyway, he wouldn't complain about that. Being surrounded by fit beauties wasn't that bad as long as they didn't use their charms on him and still continued to do their job conscientiously.



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chapter 3
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As almost every sister in the sisterhood, at 7' tall, Dolores had become a woman that stood above the crowd. She was a strong, and confident individual. From the outside looking in, Dolores might seem like she had it all. She was successful, beautiful, and had a fit body to match. However, Dolores had a hidden struggle, her husband Dan.

Dan was only 5'6" tall and had a bit of a Napoleon complex. Although he loved Dolores, he had a hard time coping with his short stature and tried to overcompensate by controlling her every move. Dan wasn't just controlling, he was also emotionally manipulative.

Nonetheless, despite his controlling and manipulative behavior, Dolores was a loyal and loving wife. She was always willing to do anything for Dan and had gone above and beyond to make sure he was happy. However, this often came at the expense of her own happiness and well-being. That was, of course, before the treatment.

After a few weeks through the Emendatae program, it was obvious that physically, the two lovers didn't compete in the same league. However, despite her towering height, Dolores felt trapped in a cycle of pleasing Dan, even if it meant sacrificing her own desires. She was constantly conflicted between her strong love for Dan and her desire to stand up for herself as she did at the restaurant with obvious benefits for everyone.

But Dolores strong and confident presence on the outside was almost inexistant inside and she clearly struggled with a lack of empowerment in her own relationship. This internal conflict caused her to question who she was, and what she really wanted in life. She concluded that she had become a strong and capable woman, and that she deserved to feel empowered to make her own decisions, even at the expense of pleasing Dan. Dolores had finally enough. Dan's constant controlling behavior and his inability to see her as an equal partner in their marriage had exhausted her. She knew that something had to change or she would lose her mind.

Today was the day. She took a deep breath and summoned the courage to confront Dan about her feelings. She waited until he was sitting down, relaxed, and in a good mood, before she started speaking.

-"Dan, can we talk?" she started, her voice quiet and hesitant despite her imposing stature. Dan looked up from his book, surprised by the rare sight of Dolores starting a conversation.

-"Of course, honey. What's on your mind?" he asked, with a soft smile on his face. Dolores took another deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say, unaware that her expanding chest was involontarily threathening Dan with an intimidating display of sheer power.

-"I've been thinking about us and our relationship. I love you, Dan, but something has to change. You're always making decisions for me and treating me like a child. I'm a grown woman and I have my own thoughts and opinions," she said, her voice growing more confident with each word.

Dan's face fell as he listened to Dolores' words. He knew that she was right. He had been so focused on trying to remain the "man" in the relationship, that he had forgotten to treat her like an equal partner.

Dolores continued.

-"I'm tired of being treated this way. I deserve to be respected and listened. I've decided to make some changes in our relationship, and I hope you'll be open to them."

Dan looked at Dolores, stunned by the newfound assertiveness in her voice. He realized that her words were as threatening than any physical threat could be. She could end their relationship as easily as she could shatter his bones. He was completely disoriented. He nodded, ready to listen.

She explained slowly what she wanted and Dan listened carefully, nodding in agreement when she made a pause. Each time, she squeezed both his hands gently  while caressing his hair with her free hand, tenderly, reassuringly. He seemed to accept her conditions.

At the same time Dan didn't know what to do or what to say. He had spent so much time asserting his dominance in the relationship, that the sudden shift in power dynamic had completely blindsided him. His mind was full of questions and fears, and he didn't know how to ask Dolores about them without coming across as weak or desperate. He sat in silence for a moment, trying to gather the courage to speak. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to Dolores.

-"Dolores, I understand that you want things to change in our relationship. I want to be the partner you wish, I want to be supportive and whatever you want, but I also need to know what that means for me. I want to make sure that I'm still getting what I need from this relationship," he said, his voice unsure and hesitant.

Dolores looked at Dan with a mixture of surprise and understanding. She had expected him to be upset or even angry at her declaration, but instead, he had approached the conversation with a level of vulnerability that she hadn't seen before except with co-workers or in the street.

-"Dan, I understand your concerns. In any relationship, both partners need to feel satisfied and fulfilled. I'm not trying to take anything away from you, but I need to be treated as an equal partner," she said, her voice calm and steady.

She continued, "We can go over each other's needs and boundaries, and work together to create a relationship where we both feel happy and fulfilled. I know that this won't be easy, but I believe that it's worth it if we're both willing to put in the effort."

Dan nodded, relief washing over him. He had been afraid that Dolores was going to be commanding or selfish, but now he realized that she was simply asking for the respect and partnership that she deserved. He was ready to work with her to create a healthier and happier relationship.

Dolores was surprised at how easily she convinced Dan and also relieved to see that he was finally willing to listen to her and take her feelings into consideration. She knew that the first step to maintain sustanability in their couple was to create a safe environment for him. She gently took Dan into her arms and held him close, providing him with the physical reassurance and comfort that he needed. She whispered words of love and understanding into his ear, making sure that he understood that she was there for him, and that she wanted to work with him to make their relationship stronger.

As Dan rested his head on her shoulder, he felt a weight being lifted off of him. He had been so caught up in his own insecurities and fears, specially during her constant growth these days, that he had forgotten to consider Dolores' feelings. But now, as he felt her warm embrace and heard her gentle words, he realized that he didn't need to be afraid.

He needed to be vulnerable, to let go of his need for control and to trust her. He knew that wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to try. And with Dolores by his side, he knew that he would have the strength and courage to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

For the first time in the lasts months, Dan felt a sense of hope and possibility for their future together. And, as he looked up at Dolores, he knew that he was ready to make the changes that were necessary for them to have the relationship that they both deserved.

They spent the rest of the evening discussing their issues and working out a plan for how they could move forward as a couple. This was just the start of their journey towards a healthier and happier relationship, and they both knew that it wouldn't be easy, but they were both determined to make it work. To Dan it was clear that refusing to change would inevitably lead toward a less comfortable situation for him. He couldn't ignore his wife transformation, and he knew that without accepting her proposition, she could easily turn the tables completely and make him her valet. Dolores' demand about equality in their couple was a proposition that he couldn't refuse.








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chapter 4
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After two weeks, with the help of the treatment, Pearl looked like a professional bodybuilder in off-season shape. Paul was being more and more concerned by the situation. Although he figured it was mostly fat, he didn't like her bulking up like that. An evening, as she came back from work, he yelled at her.

-"Pearl, can you come here for a moment, we need to talk." he said, still laying on the couch, turning down the sound of the TV as she approached.
-"What is it, Paul?"
-"Honey, I think that this bodybuilding thing you're doing is getting a little out of hand. I don't like the idea of you becoming so massive, and I think it's time for you to stop and go back to being the traditional housewife that I love."
-"Paul, I appreciate your concern, but I've been enjoying this too much now, and I'm not going to give it up for anyone, even you."
-"But Pearl, don't you think it's time to prioritize our family and relationship over your hobby?"
-"Paul, I do prioritize our family and relationship; that's why I'm doing this. I want to be strong and healthy so that I can better take care of everyone. I'm not going to stop just because you don't like it."

Paul stood up to intimidate her but that didn't work at all. Instead, he felt intimidated himself. For the first time ever, he had to look up to her. She noticed as well, realizing that she still had her high heels, instead of taking them off before returning home as she did during the past weeks. She felt his concern and flared her lats to make it worse.
-"Are you trying to intimidate me, Paul?" she said, as she stepped closer, forcing him to crane his neck.
-"Paul..." she continued, "... I understand that you're worried about me and our relationship. But this is something that I'm addicted now, and I need to do it for myself. I'm not going to give it up just because you don't like it. Plus, I'm still the same person, just stronger and more confident. Can't you see that this is making me happy?" she said, rubbing the top of his head as she talked, "Yes, you're not dreaming." she added, taking him in a bear-hug, "I'm taller. I grew four inches taller in two weeks." she added, squeezing him tighter, "I'm not only working-out, hun.". She squeezed tighter. "I'm taking supplements which are helping me to build muscles."... SQUEEZE... "Huge muscles!"

As his body went limp, ending the conversation, she looked at him, puzzled, just wondering how strong she really was. She just made him pass out so easily. She let him laying on the couch. She turned off the TV and went upstairs.

The day after, Pearl was chatting with another secretary, rocking her huge thighs nonchalantly as she told her what happened earlier with Paul. She seemed thicker than last week to Peter. She was obviously working-out and that was paying off. As he approached, he realized that she wasn't rocking her legs. She was spreading and clamping her muscular limbs relentlessly on a tennis ball. In fact, she was threathening to crush it open each time she flattened it between her rock hard muscles.

When she saw him, she held the flex without any apparent effort, keeping the ball flat between the hard masses constricting it.

-"Yes, Pete?" she asked, using for the very first time his name instead of the more respectuous 'Sir'.

He was about to tell her to be less familiar but she had caught him glancing to her legs and he instantly felt uncomfortable. He decided otherwise.

Was he easy to manoeuver! A simple movement of the legs, a deeper breath or a flick of the wrist, and he was harmless. She kept playing with her pen in her mouth, batting her eyelashes seductively to make him even more uncomfortable.

-"I don't find the Berckam file." he said, clearing his throat, "Do you know where it is?"
-"Oh! That one! Yes, here it is." she said, handing him the thick file with one hand, while she continued to nibble on her pen with the other. "I just corrected the typos, added a few clauses and changed the percentages on the sales." she said casually, biting on the pen, "The company will earn five per cent more." she commented.
-"What?... You can't do that!"
-"Oh! I did. I negociated the changes with Mr. Berckam himself." she said, tilting her wrist to let the file in his hands. Her forearm grew instantly bigger because of the increased momentum. He took it with both hands, unable to hoist it with a single one, like her.

The other secretary, Rachel, smiled to him. She was almost a clone of Pearl, tall, strong and muscular, like almost the girls working at the open space.

-"It's coffee time, Pearl." she said, standing up then leaning forward to pull down her mini-skirt, offering to Peter a plunging view on her deep cleavage without any discomfort.
-"Yeah, Rachel! Absolutely." Pearl replied. "Do you need something else?" she asked to Peter as she stood up.

Peter stepped back to look at Pearl without having to look up exaggeratedly. She was definitively taller.

Remembering his doubts of the previous week, he immediately gazed to her legs. The hem of her skirt was definitively higher than it was, probably four or five inches above the desk. That's when he realized that something was wrong. Nobody could grow that fast. Linda's transformation flashed in his perturbed mind but he didn't want to believe that could occur to every woman around him. He came out of his reverie.

-"No... No. That's fine." he said, finally stopping to ogle at her legs to look up at her.
-"Oh! You were probably looking at that?" she said, grabbing the tennis ball between her thighs and holding it in her hand. "That's very relaxing. You should try." she added, letting the ball atop the file he was holding and walking toward the coffee room with Rachel.

A moment later, in his office.

He was at his desk, the ball between his skinny legs, realizing that something was wrong. His knees were already touching and there was no pressure at all applied on the ball, such was the lack of muscles on his bony legs. He tried to flex his tiny muscles but there was none able to expand enough to make the slightest difference. He just kept his legs clamped together until the pain on his bony knees was too much. The ball wasn't flattened at all since the muscles gave up way  before he could apply the required pressure. In fact, the ball was barely held in place and when he pushed on it with his finger to check, it simply fell between the two weak legs.

Nevertheless, he tried again and again, putting a leg above the other or slightly aside, to avoid the contact between the knees. Each time the result was the same, he couldn't squeeze the ball enough to change it's shape. On the contrary, his weak and tender muscles were more and more bruised as they were painfully pressed by the ball.

He was trying to catch the ball under the desk once more, when Pearl entered the office carrying a box, like the one she had already stored in the related room last week. Not only she was carrying it very easily but she was holding the 120lbs box in one hand while she was signing the receipt with the other.

-"Oh! You're here, Pete. I just signed for you. Since I'm the one carrying and storing the boxes now, I think that's simplier if I sign the receipts for you." she said, handing him the receipt and heading to the related room to store the box.





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chapter 5
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Nelly had never been a shy woman, and her tiny frame had never been a problem. She never asked for help at work, she just tried to do it as better as she could and she was good at it. Cleaning a house may be a hard work, especially Ned's one, but she always did it without complaining and her petite frame never bothered her, except when she came to the realisation that the guy she loved was attracted by huge muscular women.

Anyway, her recent transformation, thanks to the Emendatae program, made her feel way more confident. Much to her surprise, she loved the sensation of lifting heavy weights and seeing the results in the mirror, and the feeling of power that came with it was trully intoxicating.

Now, with her new physique, Nelly's life had changed in a way that she could never have imagined. Instead of being the one who did the chores and cooking, the former maid found herself with a boyfriend, her former employer, who was more than happy to take on those roles.

He knew how busy she was with her work-outs, so he wanted to make her life easier by cleaning the house and cooking her healthy meals. He prepared her pre and post-workout shakes with devotion. As the saying goes, "the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach," so Nelly was absolutely loving it. Ned was supplying to all her needs thus she didn't need to work anymore. Her whole days were devoted to improve her stats in the gym and make her body a true piece of art which made Ned's joy and amazement daily.

While some might argue that Nelly had "emasculated" her boyfriend by bulking up, she didn't see it that way. To her, it was a simple win-win relationship. He took care of the house, and she took care of the rest, including him who was an admirer of females' muscles. And while they might not adhere to traditional gender roles, they were both happy with their arrangement.

At the end of the day, what mattered most to Nelly was that her boyfriend loved her for who she had become -  a huge muscular Amazon capable of fulfill his fantasies and consequently to give her back all the love she needed. She was accepted, appreciated, worshiped, and loved. That was all that mattered.

-"Hey Ned, could you make me a protein shake?" Nelly called out from the kitchen, keeping her voice low and seductive as she flexed her muscles to check her progress. Ned paused in his ironing and looked over at her, taking in her well-built figure with appreciation.
-"Sure thing, Nelly," he said, folding then letting his T-shirt on the pile, then heading over to the kitchen with a grin on his face. As he prepared the shake, Nelly leaned back on her chair, allowing the tight T-shirt to cling to her muscles. Ned glanced at her body discreetly as he worked, his eyes filled with desire.

As Ned prepared the shake, she flexed her muscles in a teasing fashion, enjoying the way his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed with desire. She couldn't help but give a satisfied smirk as she watched his glances become more and more frequent. As he finished the shake and brought it over to her, she leaned in close, the muscles in her arms and shoulders tensing with each move.

-"Do you like what you see?" she purred, letting her gaze travel slowly down his body. Ned could do nothing but nod, the heavy shake trembling slightly in his grasp.

Nelly took hold of the shake Ned had just prepared for her. In comparison, the shaker looked ridiculous in her hand, because of her massive arm. She led it to her lips and drank with delight, slowly, enjoying the delicious protein-rich beverage. As she did, she voluntarily flexed her muscles, watching as they bulged and tensed beneath the fabric of her shirt. She knew she had his attention.

The shake trickled down the front of her T-shirt, covering her muscles with a thin layer of moisture. As Ned watched, he couldn't help but swallow hard, his gaze locked on her shirt that was slowly sticking to her body. A look of shock and awe spread across his face as the wet T-shirt emphasized her well-built figure. Shock, awe, and lust.

As Nelly finished drinking the shake, she slowly took off the wet T-shirt, flexing her glistening muscles for Ned. Once it was off, she used it casually to wipe her chest and her abs, savoring the way Ned's eyes raked over her bulging muscles. After she was dried off, she let the shirt to fall on the floor and headed out of the kitchen, leaving Ned there to marvel at her impressive physique as well as to collect the cloth and clean the kitchen.

She went to the living room and grabbed one of Ned's T-shirts that he had just ironed. Of course, it was way too small for her muscular frame and she knew it. She had to be careful when she squeezed herself into the fragile cloth which was so tense that it was almost transparent. Even barely moving, the seams emitted soft tearing noises.

Nelly checked that he was looking then she smiled and flexed her massive biceps. The sleeves instantly ripped at the seams, leaving her muscles gloriously exposed. Ned's eyes widened as he watched the shirt to tear apart as she kept flexing, his jaw dropping in awe and surprise at Nelly's incredible strength. She proceeded to flex every muscle, one after the other, enjoying the tearing sound of the tissue agonizing. When the T-shirt was completely destroyed, she flared her lats, looking at him, clearly waiting for a comment.

He slowly shook his head in amazement before finally managing a weak "wow...".

Nelly walked towards him, a confident smirk on her face "From now on, that will be 'WOW, Mistress'. Do you understand? " she said, grabbing his cock beneath the apron as he was naked underneath as usual.

-"Yes, Mistress." he answered, a big smile illuminating his face.
-"I'm horny, honey. You should strike while the iron is hot." she said, winking and squeezing gently. "Or is it you to be striked?" she teased, "Go upstair, wear the harness, and wait for me on the bed, on all fours... Don't forget to open the window. I want Linda to hear you while you shout my name when I fuck you."

He ran upstairs.

When she joined him, he was still trying to turn the handle to open the window, but it didn't budge. He grunted and pulled harder, but to no avail. Nelly had previously twisted it tight and he simply didn't have the muscles to turn it. She had a loud giggle at his expense while he continued to struggle with the stubborn handle, then she approached the window and gave a casual twist of the knob. The window opened easily.

She turned to Ned with a playful wink, clearly amused by his struggles. Ned felt a tinge of embarrassment at his inability to open the window, but he also felt admiration for his girlfriend's strength.

She grabbed him by the harness and pulled him toward her, then she spread her legs and hoisted him horizontally between them. She smiled down at him. He was hard as a rock.

-"Oh, yes! Nelly! Pleaaaase...!!!!" he begged.






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chapter 6   
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The saturday after Pearl had squeezed Paul unconsious, the humiliated husband left to work without a word. He usually didn't work on saturdays, but he needed to be alone to think about Pearl's revelations the previous day. Both had time enough to think about what had succeded earlier.

Later, in the evening, Paul and Pearl were sitting at the kitchen table finishing a simple dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches with Tomato soup. Pearl had spent the day working on her garden, pulling weeds, planting vegetables, and adding fertilizer to the soil. She was exhausted but happy with the day's work. She knew that Paul needed time to accomodate to their new balance of power, and she wasn't concerned at all by his perturbed behaviour. Paul, on the other hand, had spent the whole day working at his job in a tech support office, with the only goal to avoid Pearl. Lately, he had been feeling that there was more to life than answering phones and troubleshooting technical problems. He was bored and frustrated with work and had been longing for a change. But today, his work helped him to relax and think about his marital problems peacefully.

As Pearl sat down at the table, Paul made a comment about her work in the garden.

-"You know, Pearl, all that work you do in the garden isn't really necessary. What do you want to prove?" he said. "I can tell that your treatment is working, you look fit, but looking fit doesn't really accomplish anything."

Pearl was immediately offended. She had spent hours working in the garden, doing work that should have been done by Paul himself a couple of weeks ago. She couldn't believe that Paul would think it was useless. She didn't work with afterthoughs, she hadn't anything to prove, but at that very moment, she wanted to show him just how useful her strength really was.

-"What do you mean it doesn't accomplish anything?" Pearl said, her voice rising. "I can do things most men can't, and I'm proud of that. I love working with my hands and getting my muscles engaged."

Paul just shook his head. "You're wasting your time in the gym, and now you waste your time in the garden. You should spend more time with me, watching movies and relaxing."

This was the final straw for Pearl. She stood up from the table, determined to show Paul just how wrong he was, and she performed a perfect double biceps.
-"Fine," she said. "Let's arm wrestle. I'll show you just how strong I really am. We'll see if I'm wasting my time at the gym." she added, sitting back in front of him.

Paul chuckled, not taking her seriously. She put her elbow on the table defiantly.

-"OK, Pearl. You want to arm wrestle? Sure, I'll beat you in under a minute." he said.

As Pearl and Paul sat across from each other at the table, ready for the arm wrestling match, Pearl could feel Paul's eyes on her as he sized up her body. She clearly looked like an off-season world class bodybuilder. She had been through the program for two weeks, building up her muscles in the gym, and the results were clearly visible. However, Paul still saw her as nothing more than a pretty face and figured than most of the bulk was disgusting fat.

Pearl was determined to prove him wrong. She was more than that; she was strong. She knew she could beat Paul in arm wrestling, and she was eager to show him just how wrong she was.

The two of them gripped hands and began to push. But as soon as the arm wrestling match began, Pearl immediately gained the upper hand. Paul used all his strength to try to overpower her but he couldn't. Awkwardly, his best efforts were of no use, his muscles began to tremble, his arm sinking slowly towards the table. He was becoming angry. Pearl, on the other hand, was barely breaking a sweat. He looked up at her, his face red with the effort. He was determined to win and continued to push uselessly. However, as his strength dwinled slowly, he began to realize that he couldn't beat her. He pushed with all his might but her arm was like iron, and she was able to easily push his arm down. She held his hand firmly on the table for a moment, until he dared to look at her, then she released it.

Paul was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe how easily she had just beaten him.

-"I thought you were just mass, not strength," Paul said, his voice filled with surprise.
-"I may look like a pretty face, but I'm more than that. I'm fit, beautiful, and strong." Pearl stated, smirking, "... at least stronger than you."

Paul was momentarily humbled by Pearl's strength, and he apologized for underestimating her. Pearl forgave him, but she knew that even if she had proved her point, she had probably to remind him a few times who ruled before he really admit it. She was more than just a trophy wife; she was a strong, independent woman. And she would never let anyone underestimate her again, not even Paul.

From that day on, Pearl, didn't miss an opportunity to test her strength and compare it to her husband's one, even in unusual ways. She purposedly tightened the jam and faucet bolts in their house as much as she could, making them impossible for her husband, Paul, to open. She wanted to show him that she was much stronger than him.

When Paul went to use the bathroom the following morning, he found that he couldn't turn the faucet on. He tried the lever with all his might, but it refused to budge. He called Pearl over to ask if she had problems with them, and when she arrived, she laughed and proudly showed him that she could easily turn them. At that very moment he knew that she had intentionally tightened them. He was impressed and a bit annoyed as he realized that Pearl was doing it just to prove a point. He tried to show her that he was still stronger than her, and tightened the faucets as hard as he could, but she proved him wrong again. She quickly turned the faucet on, and walked away with a big grin on her face.

Later that day, as they were cleaning the shelter in the garden, Paul watched as Pearl loaded old sacks of cement into the back of the truck, her muscular arms and legs moving with ease as she picked up one bag after another. He couldn't help but feel intimidated and humiliated, his own strength and ability looking like nothing in comparison to hers. Paul had always taken pride in his masculinity and his ability to care for and protect Pearl, and now he felt like he was not able to do that anymore. He couldn't even help her to clean out the garage properly, she was doing almost the heavy work.

As they finished loading up the truck, Paul couldn't shake the feeling of doubt creeping in. He was starting to question their relationship, wondering if he was still worthy of Pearl.

He knew that she loved him, but he couldn't help feeling like she deserved someone stronger, or more masculine, than him. He didn't want to lose her, he had to do something.






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chapter 7
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Peter felt a bit anwious as he exited the lift to reach his office because he had noticed Albert's car on the parking lot. Albert only came to the office when something was wrong thus his presence was probably anouncing bad news for one of the employees, he just hoped that wasn't for him.

He knew very well that if Albert wanted to talk about current affairs, a simple phone call had been enough. That was probably something important, maybe a very special customer.

Maybe that was an Amanda's request. Since Amanda was the owner of the company, Albert always agreed whatever his wife decided. In these rare occasions, Peter couldn't argue anything against the decisions.

He quickly crossed the open space while checking the schedule on the wall, barely noticing the secretaries working there. If he had been more attentive, he had noticed that the formerly petite women were now packed with muscles and could barely hide behind their monitors as they used to do only a few weeks ago.

He entered his office as usual and froze an instantly as he noticed Albert sitting at his desk. He closed the door behind him nervously.

-"Hello, Albert." he said, trying to hide his anxiety behind a large fake smile.
-"Hi, Pete." Albert answered nervously, motionning toward the door of a related room. Peter glanced in the same direction.

He shivered as he saw a giant Amazon in the related room that he used to store the files.
She instantly reminded him the sisterhood thus he couldn't help but feel anxious. The tall woman was standing at the doorframe, or more precisely behind it, because her shoulders were too wide to fit through the aperture which seemed stunningly small compared to her. Even the ceiling seemed lower than usual. He estimated that she should be around seven feet tall because her head was totally hidden behind the doorframe. All he could notice was her long bright red hair. It spread nicely on her black suit, a very elegant one, which was obviously tailored for her because it fitted perfectly. Even so, the jacket was slightly stretched, probably on purpose, and confered her an even more intimidating look. It stopped just below her tiny waist. Below, an elegant skirt covered her upper thighs, letting the right amount of flesh uncovered to reveal her tree trunk legs. A nice pair of high heels finished the job. They were obviously very expensive ones as well. If that woman was the very important customer they were expecting, she was certainly a very good negociator, thus, no wondering why Albert was here personally.

As she ducked to enter the office, Peter shivered. She was even more impressive than any of Linda's sisters. Maybe it was her strong square jaw which confered her that bulkier look. Whatever, her unbelievable body took all the attention of Peter who gulped loudly as she advanced toward him.

-"Hello, M... Miss..." he mumbled, trying desperately to look away from her.
_"Good morning, Peter." She answered, brushing against his shivering body as she passed by to lock the door of the office behind him.

Peter didn't reply, he just watched her to plunge the key in her cleavage then close the blinds one by one. Finally she faced him.
-"You don't recognize me, right?... Amanda... Albert's wife..." she said, taking a break to let the words to make sense in his tormented brain, "From now on that will be 'Mrs. Watson'. But right now, you better call me 'Mistress Amanda'." she stated, snapping her fingers.

Albert immediately stood up and turned around the desk to kneel at her feet, looking down obediently.

Peter was still sizing her muscles, watching them to move subtly under the black suit, but he couldn't not to notice his boss kneeling next to him. Thus, when she arched her eyebrows, he went down in a split second as well.

A couple of months ago, he had probably figured than Albert had tripped on something thus he had probably reached down to pick him up. But at that moment, his boss kneeling before his wife seemed pretty normal. While looking at him, he just realized how much his vision of things had recently changed.  A couple of months ago, he had never knelt before someone. How humiliating!
These days that was different, that was a daily routine. Linda never failed to make him kneel to talk when then were in private. He was acostumed. Somehow he liked it. Each time he complied, he could feel the satisfaction that he procured to his wife. That tightened their relationship, the bonds between them. That fueled their desire.
Thinking about it, and despite all his old believings, he was a lucky man. He knew it.

However he had liked to stand before Amanda and tell her that he wasn't going to play that game with her. That she wasn't his beloved wife, but Peter lowered his gaze. She wasn't only a woman. She was a perfect specimen of the humanity, tall, strong, radiating with power and will. She was way superior to him in any domain. He knew it, and he was fully aware that everyone in the room knew it as well.

He looked down and knelt silently, accepting his fate.

Her strong ankles were surprisingly sexy. The strong cords of muscles which went up to her bulging calves didn't make them less feminine, on the contrary. Peter was starting to feel a stirring in his groin and didn't dare to look higher. He lowered his gaze and waited patiently. The towering girl didn't miss the opportunity to make them nervous, she waited.

As she wiggled her painted toes, he watched them for a moment. He didn't want to admit it but he was clearly attracted by them. He knew perfectly that he had sucked them if she had suggested. He had done it with pleasure. After all, when he licked Linda's toes, he was always rewarded by tender caresses in return. Linda really liked it and that always put her in a good mood.

-"You must be realizing that I'm a member of the sisterhood, Pete. Thus, you know there is no valuable argument when it comes to discuss my decisions, don't you?" she asked.

She wasn't really expecting an answer thus she continued, "Not only that, but if you ever dare to think about arguing something, you will receive a fair and immediate punishment." she added, snapping her fingers then pointing to a folder on the desk. Albert stood up and grabbed it for her, then he opened it calmly and searched for the right document. Finally he handled a sheet of paper to his Mistress wife.

-"Thank you, darling." she complimented him.

She checked the paper, while the two guys waited at her feet silently, then she handled it back to Albert "I'm heading to the gym with Megan and Linda. I'll be home at eleven o'clock. You know what to do, darling."

-"Yes, Mistress." Albert answered obediently.
Mrs. Watson, Amanda, lifted her tiny husband effortlessly and held him a couple of feet off the floor to kiss him tenderly, "I love you, sweetheart." she said, breaking the kiss and letting him back on the floor.

She glanced to Peter, smiling.
-"You better accept the offer Albert is going to propose you, sweetheart, or you'll deal with the consequences. Linda is a very loving wife but don't deceive her too much." she said, turning her back to the two guys, "You can stand." she added, addressing to both.
-"Thank you, Mistress." Albert said, looking at his Mistress wife with perceptible lust in his trembling voice.
-"Thank you, Mistress Amanda." Peter added, standing up, watching at her calves to bulge as she moved.

The tall woman nodded then she pulled the blinds open and unlocked the door.





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chapter 8
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She left, without adding a word, letting the two guys standing in the center of the room. They looked at each other then they sat at the desk. Albert was relieved. He wasn't sure how to explain the situation to Peter, thus, the warning that Amanda just did helped him a lot. He talked first.

-" Pete... I will make it short." he said, "Amanda as promoted a new marketing director to replace you. You're fired... However, I can propose you to be the new director's secretary. I have no say on that decision and no other choice. I'm very sorry."
-"You must be kidding, Albert."
-"I'm sorry, Peter. You just heard Amanda. You know what the 'sisters' can do. There is no need that I explain you, right?"

Peter didn't reply. He was frightened thinking about Linda's reaction to the bad news. His anger was building up, he had to do something. Sadly, he didn't chose the good move. He opened the door and stormed out the office.

He spotted Amanda who was still waiting for the lift. Without thinking about it, he yelled at her.
-"Hey, you!... Don't think that's going to be that easy, bitch. You can't come here and ruin my career like that."

Time suddenly stopped. There was not a move, not a sound nor a breath in the open space. Everyone was glancing to Amanda, expecting a reaction from her. The Amazon remained quiet for a moment, her back turned to the employees.
She was voluntarily letting time to slowly shatter Peter's boldness. When the lift rung and the doors opened, she turned to face him theatrically. She was sporting a wide smile on her lips.

Despite her lovely features, her elegant attitude and her classy manners, it was certainly the most frightening smile that anyone had ever seen.

She walked toward him silently, her eyes lightened by a calm anger which made everyone to shiver. She was so powerful, that even the secretaries who had joined the Emendatae program were impressed. Her muscle density was such that the floor trembled as her reinforced pike heels connected with the tiles. She didn't care to walk smoothly as she had learnt to do. No, she just wanted to put her powerful legs on display to scare him. The secretaries felt the tremors of the ground to shake their powerful legs. The desks trembled, they could see the ripples in their cups of coffee as she walked by. Amanda-Rex stopped by him, voluntarily letting all her force in the move when she put her feet in front of him, shattering the tiles in a creaking sound wich echoed through the work space.

Peter couldn't help but imagine what was going to happen...

...Albert, had followed him, he was standing at the door of the office.

-"Peter! You just insulted my wife. You're fired." he said
-"What?"
-"You're fired!... And you're not welcome anymore. Get out!... or I call the security." Albert said, pointing to the elevators.
-"That won't be necessary, darling. If you permit me, I take care of that." Amanda said, as she leaned to Peter, "... After all, I'm the one being offended." she added, grabbing him by the back of his suit and lifting him off the ground.

Everybody was watching.

Peter was hanging two feet off the floor, squirming like a worm, trying to free himself without success from her powerful grip. The huge Amazon didn't seem to care, she was holding him calmly, not moving a single inch despite all his efforts.
-"Someone needs to get his mouth cleaned." she said, smiling to the buff secretaries nearby.

The fear shook his body, shrinking his feet, and his shoes fell on the floor. She didn't care and just continued to disrobe him by pulling his pants down, taking off his underwears at the same time in a loud ripping sound. "You wanted to show that you can argue with me?... that you have balls, Peter?...  Then show them properly." she said, exposing his erected cock to the audience.

If hanging there, almost nude, wasn't humiliating enough, he was now sporting a huge hard-on. The secretaries smirked. Amanda dropped him to the floor. As he tried to get up, she took off one of her sexy stilettos and planted a large and heavy foot on his chest pinning him to the ground.  Just the weight of her incredibly muscled leg made it hard for him to breath. "Now let's begin your punishment, worm." she said, bending her toes and pushing them into his ribcage slowly. Just When he felt like his ribs were about to snap, he came back to reality...

... Hopefully, nothing like that was happening. Amanda passed by him, ignoring his trembling frame as she brushed against him voluntarily, and Albert's voice echoed in the room.

-"Peter! You just insulted my wife. You're fired." he said
- "Albert, may I tell you something in private?" Amanda asked him, standing at his side.
-"Sure, honey."
-" Tell him to wait here." she told him, as she entered in the office. Albert nodded. He glanced to Peter who was still shaking. A secretary was trying to reassure him.

-"Peter, please. Calm down! You're shaking. You shouldn't react like this. You insulted her in public. That isn't you. You should apologize, Peter." she said, ignoring that his tremors weren't triggered by rage, but by fear, raw fear. He was just realizing what he had done and he knew that wasn't going to remain unpunished.

When his gaze met Amanda's one through the glass wall, as she was closing the blinds, he started to cry. The secretary rubbed his arm motherly.
-"That's it, Peter, cry. Crying will help you to evacuate the rage." she said.

Peter looked at her silently. He didn't want to tell her the thruth. After all, if the employees though that he was brave enough to stand against Amanda, the towering Amazon, that was a good thing.

As he was looking at her, he was just realizing her bulky frame and her astounishing height. Albert opened the door of the office.

-"Peter, come in!" he spatted sternly.

As soon as Peter entered his office, Albert closed the door behind him and locked it. Amanda was leaning against the desk, "Come here!" she ordonned.

Peter started to cry louder, desperately, advancing toward her as pulled by an irresistible force. He knew that he was going to be punished and he was terrified.
-"Please, Mistress. I didn't want to be rude or insult you. I was just angry and I regret what I said. Please, don't punish me even more than firing me. Please, Mistress."

He stopped before her, trying to remain out of reach, knowing very well that was useless.

She grabbed him by the hair then pulled his head between her huge thighs. The enornous masses of muscles took his frail head in a vice. He instantly knew that he was at her mercy.
-"Not far enough, little insolent." she commented as she released his neck. Albert looked at Peter, trying uselessly to escape from his meaty prison.
-"He can't hear you, Mistress." he managed to say between two loud gulps, as he realized how small and insignificant Peter looked compared to his towering wife. He knew that a simple flex of her thick and powerful muscles meant a gory death to the unfortunate employee. He figured himself trapped there and realized that he was exposed daily to the same fatal ending. However, he wouldn't kneel anywhere but between her legs when he watched TV with her. The feeling of the protective muscles surrounding him, the intoxicating smell of her skin, the warm embrace of her flesh caressing him were simply addictive. He couldn't imagine his life without these sensations. He was hers forever. "I know that he can't hear you, Mistress. I can't hear anything when you got me trapped like this."

She nodded, smiling down to her little husband.
-"I know right, Albert" she replied, "But I never squeezed you that tight." she said.

Amanda relaxed her pythonic muscles, allowing her small prisoner to breath between them. Meanwhile, she searched Linda's phone number in her friend list. Albert watched silently.

-"Hello, darling." Amanda said in a friendly and peaceful tone, brushing her hair sensually, flexing unvoluntarily her huge biceps while she listened from her friend. Albert couldn't hear Linda but he listened carefully what his Mistress wife was telling.
-"You were right, Linda... he called me names." Amanda said, glancing to Albert who was drooling at her huge biceps. She flexed it to tease him. "He's between my thighs..." she added while smiling to her husband, "No, he can't... You can speak freely...".

She grabbed Albert by his shirt, lifted him one-handed, then deposited him close to her, on the desk. She pointed to her bulging traps and he immediately knelt behind her to massage and kiss them. He knew perfectly that his tiny hands were too weak to give her a good massage thus he relayed on his kisses, they were doing wonders on the thick muscles. Their relaxing effect was immediate. He could almost feel the muscles to soften slowly, almost. He certainly had if he had been stronger.

However, he knew he was doing great because she started to purr softly. He liked to please her, he kissed her more passionately.

As he was nibbling on Amanda's shoulders, he could hear Linda distinctly.

-"He knows the rules, Amanda. I warned him. He knows that he deserves a punishment." Linda said.
-"I'm not sure he can bear the punishment he deserves, Linda. He insulted me in public but I will be magnanime."
-"That's the point, Amanda. He insulted you. YOU decide which punishment he deserves... You know the rules. You had said the same if you were in my shoes."

Albert stopped his nibbling, clearly waiting for an answer from his Mistress. Amanda nodded "You're right, Linda. I let you know when I decide.", with that she spread her legs slightly and Peter fell to the floor, unconscious.

Amanda took off her shirt. She let her hands on the desk, pulling her shoulders backward. Her back muscles bulged and formed deep crevices between them.
Albert slid his tiny hand between the lower part of her thick trapezius, along her spine, remembering when she allows him to slide his cock between them, the warm feeling, the soft touch, the strong grip, the pain, the extasy. He shivered when she took him out of his revery.

-"It's up to you, hun." she said, relaxing then flexing her muscles to catch his hand between them, "You fuck me the way you're just figuring..." she added, giggling, "or I fuck you, right here, on the desk?" she asked, releasing his hand from her back.

Albert really desired to fuck her. His hand continued to caress her back as he tried to decide. A couple of months ago, he had answered instantly, being fucked by his Amazonian wife wasn't an option. But he had changed. He knew that fucking her wasn't her preference, and he wanted to please her most than anything. Being fucked was a double win. ....

He hopped off the table and looked up to her. Then, without a word, he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along her powerful legs. He folded it carefully and let it on a chair nearby. She hadn't moved an inch yet. He came back to her and caressed her quads nervously. She let him to feel them for a moment, flexing and relaxing the muscles to change their shape despite his efforts to stop them.

When she allowed him, he pressed his fingers into her flesh but when she flexed them, he couldn't make a dent. She was in total control and that was arousing her to unreached levels. Maybe that was the presence of Peter at their feet which aroused her. She spread her legs slightly, allowing Albert to pass his hand between them, to caress her erogenous areas as she relaxed.

He shiverred happily at the sight of the little chain which was dangling from her pussy. He looked at her lovingly and thankfully for allowing him to caress her Goddess body.

She could feel his desire building up and a warm shiver shook her massive muscles. She flexed unconsciously to stop them. Muscles bulged everywhere, filling the gap between her huge thighs, trapping the tiny hand of her lover as he grabbed the little chain.

-"Pull it down." she said, spreading her legs a bit more and relaxing her powerful muscles.

Albert nodded and started to pull on the golden chain. Nothing happened.

-"Try harder." she said, teasingly. Thus he tried harder, with no avail. "Harder." she repeated.
-"I can't try harder, honey." he said.

He went pale instantly as he realized what he had just said. 'Honey' in private was not tolerated. He started to cry and he was about to correct himself when she prevented him to talk with a finger on his lips. She led it to his chin and forced his gaze up.

-"Honey, honey... I forgive you, HONEY, if you tell me why you can't pull my plug down... HONEY." she said as she allowed him to talk.

He nodded. That wasn't the first time she asked. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear.
-"I can't pull my Mistress plug down because her vaginal muscles are stronger than all my muscles combined." he answered, lowering his gaze, feeling sadly emasculated as he pronounced the words despite the great pride he felt in being her beloved husband.
-"Try again... HONEY." she demanded.

He complied happily, knowing that he was forgiven.
This time, she allowed him to pull the huge dildo half way down before she clamped again her powerful muscles around it. He pulled harder and she let him to try for a moment, amused to see how easily she could overpower him.

-"You can try all day long, hun. You won't be able to move it if I don't want to." she said, caressing his hair and letting the dildo to slide down smoothly as she released her grip, "I let you to chose." she added, pointing to the glistening artefact as he grabbed it carefully.
-"I'm confortable with the size'0', Mistress, but I would like to use the size '1'. That's still a bit painful but that brings me such orgasms... I think that reminds me how powerful you are compared to me and..."
-"... and that arouses you?" she completed, grabbing his tiny cock, which was fully erect, to caress it with the tip of her long fingers. Albert nodded, avoiding her gaze and focusing on the plug, dildo or strap-on, depending of the use you make of the nicely detailed device.

Basically, it was a set of hollow dildos, made in thick colored latex, which were mounted as Russian nested dolls. Each one was in a different color thus easily identifiable. Sizes went from 0 to 6, respectivellly, 6" to 12" in length, and 1"1/2 to 2"3/4 in width.

Albert pulled off the two smaller ones and clipsed them upside down, to the rest. They were slightly curved and were set with the required angle to fit perfectly both lovers.

-"Please, Mistress." he demanded as he rubbed the thicker side of the huge strap-on on her moistened sex, tempting desperately to push it inside. She slightly spread her legs, letting its tip to penetrate her.
He didn't need any further encouragement, he plunged the thick rod entirely in her pussy, not even noticing it had been literally sucked in by the constriction of her mighty muscles.

She purred softly, smiling down to him, as he approached his lips from the 'size 1' cock proudly strutting from her sex. Still leaning against the desk, she smoothly let her hands on it to arch her back. She was enjoying it immensely. She couldn't help but shivers each time he deliberately shown his submission, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

He looked in her eyes to nourrish the tease and he started to lick the latex cock cautionly. when it was entirely lubricated with his spit, he took it in his mouth and started to simulate a blow-job, taking it as deep as he could which wasn't that much. That was the hardest part, she knew it. Thus, to afford him a little help, she held his head with both hands, and forced him in and out ryhtmically, ignoring his gags and deep moans, until he was able to take it entirely.
She held him a moment there, the thick strap-on in his throat, enjoying the sound of his gagging. Then she released him and he tried to take a good breath while panting heavily.

She took him in a bear hug, softly caressing his frail body as she held him aloft. She kissed him on the lips. Her kiss was passionate and lasted a long moment. He just hung between her arms, surrending to his Mistress, pleased to trigger such a passion from her.

When she released him, he quickly faced the desk and leaned on it, resting his elbows on the warm wood, waiting eagerly for his Mistress to fuck him hard. She caressed his buttocks, spreading them gently as she introduced the strap-on with care.

She didn't want to hurt him. This practise had become a mutual agreement, she wanted to be caring and attentioned. She didn't want to make it look like an agression. If he wanted it rought, and he probably wanted, he had to ask her. She grabbed him by his waist and advanced to let his balls on the desk. "I want you to cum on his desk" she explained, as she continued to ram the latex cock in his ass. She was going slow, letting him to accomodate to the intrusion. She just had to be patient.

Meanwhile she had a look at Peter's desk. She noticed that there was a picture of the couple. It represented Peter with Linda before her transformation...

-"Please... Missss... tressss." Albert finally asked.
-"Please what?" she replied, knowing very well what he was asking for.
-"Fuck... me... har...der..." he managed to say as she rammed her cock more energetically.

She knew that he was close. She slammed her pelvis forcefully against his ass, forcing her strap-on as deep as possible. She held it there and started an authoritative countdown as she pulled it back slowly, "Five... four... three... two... one...". Then, instead of ramming her cock in his ass, she pulled Albert against her, brutally.

He felt his body to take off suddenly and he pictured the scene, a huge Amazon with arms the size of his waist, handling him like a puppet, slamming him rythmically against her, impaling him with her pink latex cock. He came instantly, spreading his thick goo all over the desk as she had demanded him.

She let her tiny husband to steady himself on the desk, then, she held him by the hips and turned her back to the desk to sat on the edge. Albert was still impaled with her big strap-on in the ass, his hands on her lower arms to keep his balance, his legs dangling  uselessly against hers. He was so cute from behind, she thought. She tilted him slightly backward, against her bosom, and kissed his head softly. She squeezed his pale ass with her thumbs to keep the strap-on in place and moaned.

-"My turn." she whispered, using the thicker end of the latex toy to please herself by ramming her little lover against her pelvis. She moaned softly, trying to keep some discretion. That wasn't long. She already was at the verge of cumming when he reached his orgasm and she climaxed almost instantly, keeping him firmly against her.

When her tremors faded away, she just let him to slide down to the floor. That's when she noticed Peter, mouth agape, looking at her.

Peter didn't move. He had witnessed almost the scene and was still trying to realize what had just happened. Albert had been fucked by his wife and he seemed to trully appreciate that!

He couldn't decide yet if he should be amazed or shocked. He just looked at the big amazon in awe, and tried to crawl away.

-"Your turn." she said, smiling mischievously.






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chapter 9
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A few days after his punishment at the office, Peter and Linda watched the mover's truck manoeuvering to park in the alley of their new house at Athena's garden. Linda had started the full program a couple of weeks ago and she had the opportunity to have a bigger house, designed for enhanced women.

Despite the larger alleys at the Emendatae complex, there was a huge tree preventing the truck to turn.

As Linda waited impatiently to have her belongings set in her new house, Peter watched silently in her arms.

Megan was there too, phoning to Cindy, visibly amused by what she was hearing. Albert was struggling, trying to slip his hand from underneath her shirt, of course that was useless, she had voluntarily flared her lats to catch his hand. She had caught his gaze upon a couple of youngs Emendataes in bikini, walking to the public pool, thus she had to focus his attention on her.

After a moment, Megan shut her phone and yelled at Linda.

-"Hey, sis! Are we going to help them? Or are we going to wait the whole day that they park the truck?" she asked, inserting her phone in her cleavage and walking toward the truck.

Linda smiled. She let Peter on his feet and joined Megan. Both girls walked to the driver side and leaned at the window. Peter, rested his bodyweight on a cane to relieve the hip pain he had since Amanda's punishment, David came next to him.

-"Hi!" Linda said to the driver with a charming smile on her lips, "Please, stop the engine."

The mover nodded and complied, clearly intimidated by the size and definition of the girls.

-"What's the matter?" he asked.
-"We take care of the manoeuver." Linda replied, "Put the gear in neutral, release the brakes then don't move."

Megan was already holding the front bumper. She waved to the driver and winked at him. Linda turned around the truck and joined her. The two huge Emendatae stood proud, their muscular physiques clearly on display. They exchanged a glance, tensing their muscles which were nicely glistening under the sun rays of the spring morning. Then counted, giggling, "One, two, three!"

As soon as they put the muscles in action With a mighty grunt, the truck emitted a long creaking noise in return and its front side was lifted off the floor. The heavy front axle hang freely, going up and down as the shock absorbers were bouncing, adding dramatic notes to the sweet melody of the stretched metal. The girls moaned from satisfaction as they held the truck aloft. Their arms and shoulders flexed and bulged with effort, muscles straining and pulsing with every movement.

They looked at each other knowingly then they put their legs to work, inflating their huge muscles with pure power as they pushed the truck in the alley. Their legs and core engaged, powerful quads, calves and abs propeling forward with incredible strength and control.
 The two movers looked in awe at the beautiful Amazons, unable to utter a word, they were definitively a sight to behold.

As they successfully pushed the truck into the alley, they lowered it back to the ground, once again demonstrating their impressive strength to their husbands who were commenting on their wives beauty, ignoring that they both were listening them with their newly augmented hearing. The sisters both let out a satisfying grunt of exertion, clearly pleased with their accomplishment as well as with their lovers' appreciative comments.

Megan stretched her huge muscles, clearly teasing the guys in purpose. She could hear their heartbeats accelerating as she continued by massaging them slowly.

Linda winked knowingly to her friend. She walked to the driver's door and leaned at the window, resting her whole bodyweight on the truck, triggering a long groan from the front axle. "You can unload, now, honey." she said, squeezing her huge tits between her meaty arms. The driver came uncontrollably in his pants, triggering a subtle doubt in his mind about what she just said, while his load soaked his trousers. 

Linda grabbed his chin and squeezed gently "I was refering to the truck, bad boy." she said.

Megan came behind Linda and turned her sister to face her. The wide back of the towering blonde completely hid the view from the side window and prevented the door to be open. That let the driver only to imagine what the loud kissing and nibbling of the two towering goddesses really looked like. He just was pulled out of his revery by his coworker who pulled his overalls, "Come on, Mario, exit by the passenger door. We have a work to do."

Mario mumbled something and they both went to the back of the truck. As they opened the doors, they were greeted by two movers more which were waiting impatiently.

-"what the fuck happened, Mario? We though the truck was falling along a hill!" One of them exclaimed.
-"You won't believe me if I tell you." Mario said shrugging.
-"He's right, Mike. I still can't believe it myself and I witnessed it." Luigi said, climbing on the truck to find six wooden crates around four feet wide, long and high.

Mario and his three coworkers were all tall men with strong muscles of their own, but they were clearly no match to lift these huge crates. As they tried, two at each end they couldn't even to make them budge.

They would have to make multiple trips just to bring in the content of a single crate. They couldn't help but wonder if there was any other way to expedite the process.

That's when Mario and Luigi had an idea. Maybe the two women could help them with the unloading. After all, they were clearly strong enough to make light work of the heavy loads.

The two movers approached the girls, looking nervous and embarrassed. They seemed hesitant to ask for help, but they knew that moving these crates without assistance would be impossible.

-"Uh, hi... excuse me," Mario said, his voice quavering slightly, "We were wondering if you two could help us with something?"

The two beautiful Amazons could sense that these guys were nervous. They looked at them with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

-"Sure, what kind of help do you need?" Megan said, smiling.
-"Well, we have these six wooden crates... they're a little bit heavy," the first mover explained.
-"Heavy, is it?" Linda asked with a playful grin. She had never been asked for help before, and she was pleased to have the opportunity to show off her strength. "Well, let's see if we can help you with that." Linda said, nudging to Megan with a knowingly smile.

The movers watched attentively as the two gigantic women proceeded to carry the crates. They could see the incredible muscle definition in their arms and legs as they took up positions, Megan in the truck, close to the crates, Linda at the entrance of her new house.

Megan took deep breathes and stretched her arms, her massive chest rising and falling rythmically. Linda smiled amusedly, knowing very well that Megan was just teasing the guys, the crates weren't a big deal for the huge Emendatae. Then Megan used her unbeleavable strength to lift the crates and send them to Linda, one after another, with amazing precision.

Ten yards away, the other towering blonde catched them with ease and set them on the tiled floor, brushing her hair with her fingers as she catched them one-handed.

Together they made the job of moving the crates seem effortless. The movers were amazed at their strength and agility. They couldn't help but feel embarrassed, or a little bit humiliated, at how easily the two women had taken care of the challenge.

-"Wow, that was amazing," a mover said, impressed. "You're both really strong, amazingly strong, unbelievably strong!"
-"We're Amazons," Megan said, flexing her muscular arms. "We are made to handle heavy lifting."

Linda nodded in agreement and added, "And we're always happy to help out little men in distress like you when we can."

The movers smiled shyly and thanked the two powerful women for the assistance then they quickly started the job of moving the contents of the crates into the house. That was easy, because each box had its destination written on the top.

There was no furniture at all to move because the new house was totally furnished. Linda needed furnitures designed to Emendatae, capable to resist their considerable weight and their unbeleavable strength.

The movers had to carry books, dishes, lamps, and that kind of little things which had a sentimental value more than a pecuniar one. However, they were carrying the things with a care which was totally exaggerated, as if they were carrying ancient statues or pieces of art. It was clear that they were afraid of the two goddesses and didn't want to upset them by breaking something while the moving.

When everything was done, the girls thanked the movers who said goodbye politely before heading to the truck.

As they were about to leave, the driver, Mario, came back to Linda with a crowbar in his hands. He looked adorably shy as he approached her clumsily.  Linda smiled.

-"Please excuse me, Miss. I just bet with Luigi that you could bend a crowbar for me as a souvenir..." he started. She interrupted him.
-"Let me guess." she said, "You want me to bend it to win the bet? Or to have a souvenir from me?" she asked seductively, making the guy weak on his knees.
-"Err... Well... If you don't mind... maybe... both." the hunk answered, pale as snow and shivering like a little girl.
-"I can do better than that." Linda answered, grabbing the crowbar then wedging it between her chest and her biceps. She slowly pushed on the free end and started to fold it around her huge arm. The loud protest of the steel made the scene even more unreal than it already was. Mario shivered, shaken by the tremendous force she was exerting. Linda continued to fold the steel rod like a plasticine one, smiling all the way to the mover. When the noise of the mangled metal stopped, the crowbar formed an entire loop around her arm. She could hear the heartbeats of the onlooking movers and she shivered, aroused by the effect she had on them. She looked at Mario in the eyes, smiling, then she turned her wrist slowly, making her biceps to bulge. The iron bar crawled around the enormous limb to accomodate to its increasing girth.

Linda and Megan exchanged knowing glances, smiling, as they smelt the perfumes of the guys cumming in their pants. Linda relaxed her pumped arm and let the iron loop to slide along her arm.

-"For you, darling." she said, winking to Mario who was trembling like a leaf as she hung the steel loop on his neck. He gulped loudly, just realizing that her arm was way bigger than his head then he thanked her gratefully, running toward the truck.

Linda yelled at Peter and he came as quickly as possible with his cane. She took him in her arms "Let's visit the house." she said, shifting his insignificant bodyweight in a hand while she touched his hair with the other.




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chapter 10   
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As the couple entered their new house, Linda carrying her beloved husband in her arms, they were welcomed by a spacious room with towering furniture. Linda, dressed in her high heels, towered over them and seemed to enjoy the vast space. Peter felt a bit overwhelmed by the scale. It was worse as she set him on the floor and he tried to reach the furniture.

As they tried out the living room, Peter was overcome by the size of the couch. Sitting on it, he was struggling to reach the coffee table or access the remote control. "It's like I'm in a jungle gym," he exclaimed, trying to maintain his sense of humor. Linda chuckled and helped him with the remote, suggesting him to try their new wide screen.

Unexpectedly, the buttons seemed to be stuck and he couldn't press them. Linda hoisted her husband to sit him back on her lap then she took the remote. She turned on the TV. "The remote is designed for Emendatae, hun. You're not strong enough to use it." she explained calmly while zapping through the channels and laying on the couch. Peter didn't reply, he nestled himself between her huge protective arms and just though that he had to try later. They remained there a moment, in that spoon position, Linda caressing her tiny husband while kissing his head mindlessly. She was hardly reprieving a growing urge to take off his clothes and fuck him on the couch, but she kept looking at the TV as casually as possible.
Meanwhile, Peter marvelled at how easily she could press the buttons of the remote, and he wondered what kind of force was necessary to press them.

When she had tried all the channels she liked, she let the remote on the coffee table and stood up with Peter in a craddle. "You still can use the three buttons on the bottom to change the channels. But you'll need to ask me to turn the TV on first."
-"Yes, Mistress." he said, looking at her gratefully, but at the same time, trying to suppress a reminiscent feeling of inadequacy.
-"Darling, since you agreed to live here, a place which is not very welcoming to you, thus accepting to live under my control, since you did it to please me, from now on you don't have to call me 'Mistress' anymore." she said, carrying him to the dinning room.

Peter shivered hearing his Mistress' words. He smiled to her, rubbing his cheek against her massive breast, "As you wish, Mistress." he mumbled.

She laughed joyfully and hugged her cherished lover between her thick arms.

As they reached the massive table at the dining room, Linda sat her husband on a chair. Peter felt tiny in it, his legs dangling in the air, struggling to reach the table even with a booster seat. "It's like I'm on a rollercoaster," he exclaimed, laughing at his own words. Linda smiled and checked that he could eat comfortably then commented on the color of the booster seat "I love this pink, I hope you don't mind, Pete."
-"As long as it makes me closer to you, I love it." he answered charmingly, triggering a giggle from his wife which purpose was only to hide her building up arousal.

He hopped off the chair carefully to preserve his bruised hips then went to the kitchen, totally unaware of his wife's lust. She watched him to walk with his cane from behind, biting her lower lip as her desire grew more. His fragility was turning her on. She followed him silently, discarting her panties on the floor, supressing the urge to grab him and fuck him senseless right away. She couldn't wait anymore.
As she entered the kitchen, Peter was struggling to reach the upper cabinets. He finally opened one but he was unable to reach the plates and cups. He even had to stand on his tiptoes to access many of the cooking utensils on the counter.

-"I feel like a kid in a kitchen," he said, trying to climb on the counter.

Linda smiled and helped him down from the counter, rubbing his ass on her body more than necessary, wishing she had her strap-on to fuck him as she held him aloft against her crotch. Despite her lust, she let him back to the floor. She simply suggested that they invest in a step stool for an easier access for him.

Peter glanced to the fridge and tried to open it, ignoring Linda. She was shivering from lust, against the kitchen counter, rubbing her dripping wet pussy with her fingers, looking down at Peter as he struggled to open the oversized refrigerator. He grunted and strained, fruitlessly trying to get a grip on the fridge handle. He should have give up when he recognized the same fridge as David's. Despite they had to use the strength of three guys together to open it at Megan's place, he tried again. He was stubborn.

Seeing his pathetic attempts made him even sexier in her eyes. Linda tightened her fists, she was on the verge of cumming. Her booming voice reverberated through the large kitchen. "Aww, looks like someone's having a tough time!" she exclaimed, leaning over Peter's shoulder to get a better look at his struggles. Peter shot her a glare, it only made her hornier.

"Poor little guy," she taunted, "Maybe you should ask your loving wife to open it for you." she said having a look around, checking the oven and the micro-waves to entertain her mind.

Peter grumbled, "I don't need your help," he muttered, "I'll get it open eventually!"

But despite his determination, the refrigerator door refused to budge, no matter how hard he pulled on the handle.

Linda let out a low chuckle.  Peter turned around, his face turning red with embarrassment. "OK! It's stuck," he admitted, looking up at Linda with a sheepish grin. She stepped closer, her heels clicking loudly against the tile floor, "Here, let me help you," she said, leaning forward sexily, keeping her legs perfectly straight to enhance the curves of her amazing  ass. She kissed his head then grabbed hold of the fridge door and gave it a quick pull. The heavy door easily swung open, revealing a fully-stocked fridge full of delicious food.

-"Just the advantage of being a strong woman," she said with a wink, keeping her ass at his shoulders level in her sexy pose, while swaying her hips subtly, only to tease him a bit more.

-"Now, tell me, hun. Do you see anything appetizing?"

Peter wasn't stupid and he knew exactly what she was doing, plus the strong aroma of her wet pussy was enticing him since they were on the couch and he only awaited for her permission to lick her eagerly. He lifted her mini-skirt feverishly and started to lick the juices running down along her massive thighs. She moaned loudly. He licked more roughtly, only to make her hornier, going up and up to her pussy, to lick it from behind. She came instantly. Peter tried to swallow the flow of warm juices but he couldn't. He gagged loudly, trying to take as much as possible but he couldn't. He caressed her ass for a moment while she panted heavily, letting her to calm down peacefully. Meanwhile he swallowed loudly the content of his mouth. Then, he resumed his duty, cleaning her carefully with his tongue, licking every tiny bit of moisture on her enthralling sex. Then she turned to face him, resting her hands on the counter, "Come here!" she ordonned.

As he advanced toward her, she hoisted him off the floor by his T-shirt, then she took off his pants and his underwears with her free hand. She sat him on top of the fridge and spread his legs gently. His cock was already big, pulsating and coated with his delicious precum, thus she didn't wait long and took him in her mouth after only a couple of licks. She sucked gently, going further and further to take his balls in her mouth and massage them with her powerful tongue. She flexed her huge arms then she looked up to him, smiling. He was close. She slowly let his cock to slide out, squeezed by her juicy lips while, from below, her tongue expertedly caressed the huge vein running along it. Then suddenly he felt the suction to increase, her grip on his ass to tighten, and her thumbs to press on some mysterious point on his lower belly. He jumped, and, before his bodyweight was fully resting on her hands again, he came, sending long ropes of thick goo in her throat. They moaned at unison. She pulled her tongue to show him how she was going to savour his load, then she swallowed it and licked her lips in appreciation.

He cried, "You are amazing, Mistress. I hope I will never disappoint you."
She hugged him reassuringly and craddled him, kissing him with all her love "You will never disappoint me, honey."

They dressed again then decided together to visit the upstairs. They walked silently toward the stairs. The steps were stunningly high and Peter had a hard time reaching the first floor, especially since he needed the cane to walk. That didn't seem to bother Linda who was looking around visibly pleased by her husband ministrations as much as by her new home.

Once at the long corridor upstairs, Peter tried to open the first door. He struggled to reach the door knob then he couldn't turn it, he felt a mix of emotions ranging from embarrassment to a sense of defeat. His taller wife demonstrated how easy it was for her to do it, and walked past him to enter the room, making him feel even more inadequate. He felt frustrated and ashamed that something so simple for her was so difficult for him. However, he tried to mask his feelings, wanting his loving wife to enjoy the moment. Had he knew his emotions were evident in his face and body language, he had told her how much he was grateful for her being so kind and caring with him.

The couple discovered their huge bathroom, with a high-level sink and mirrors that were out of reach for the shorter man. He struggled as he pretended to wash his hands and brush his teeth, feeling a bit like a kid in a giants playroom.

"I feel like a child in a playground!" he exclaimed, trying again to maintain his sense of humor as he struggled to reach the taps.

Linda grined and helped him down from the sink. She suggested installing a step stool in the bathroom as well as in the kitchen, to make it more functional for him.

As they entered the bedroom, Linda's tall frame towered over the Emendatae-sized bed, making her husband feel like a child next to her.
-"I feel like a kid in a toy shop!" he said, realizing that he was calling him a kid once again and wondering if that was really the way he saw him beside her.

She laughed and helped him up to their massive bed. He sat on the edge, his feet dangling in the air.
-"Wow, this is going to take some time getting used to.", he said, admiring the size of the room, then looking up at her.
-"We'll get used to it," she said, settling down on the bed next to him, making him to bounce involontarily.

She suggested that they take some time to get used to the new bed then she took off her dress and ripped her panties away. He smiled and imitated her except he couldn't rip apart his trunks. She helped him, laughing, and took him in her arms.

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