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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: gjweave0 on July 15, 2021, 10:39:31 pm
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Joan and Greg have been married for 10 years. They meet after college and fell in love, two nerds, who lead a boring ordinary life. They never had children, Greg’s low sperm count was the cause, that and along with Joan’s low libido the couple sex life was nonexistent. He worked as a mining engineer for a large firm and traveled to out of the way place’s for work. She was a librarian at the local college’s library, her specialty was ancient history. They were that couple you never thought twice of, the ones that blend into the background. Greg never was a stud, standing just over 6’-2” and weighing in around 285 lbs, While Joan was just shy of 5’-7” and weighed in at 185 lbs. She had dirty blond hair that always look a little frizzy, blue-green eyes and not a figure that made the boys stop and stare.
They didn’t have many friends, except for a few neighbors, which is why Greg accepted going over to Bob and Judy’s house for a Halloween party. Bob’s Halloween parties were the talk of neighborhood. Everyone got dressed up and it would go all night. When Greg told Joan about the party she was not really thrilled that he accepted. She always was uncomfortable around people and did not like parties.
Greg told her not to worry about it. He always wanted to go to one of Bob’s parties and besides we would be dressed up therefore no one would know us. What could go wrong?
The next few weeks Greg scoured the internet to see what kind of costumes we could get. He found a site by accident that had all kinds of things. He had clicked on a link and was redirected to this site. Calling Joan over he showed Joan some of the costumes and she settled for Miss Little-bo-peep, while he choose Frankenstein. They ordered the costumes the week before the party and the website said they would be in on Halloween day.
The day of the party arrive and when Greg arrived home two boxes were waiting for us on the front porch. One of the boxes had Greg name on the label, while the other just said Mistress of the House. He thought that was odd that her box was labeled just Mistress of the house, but shook it off thinking at least it got here.
He brought them into the house and called for Joan. She came walking down the steps asking what the racket was. “Our costumes have arrived, just in time for the party” and showed her the boxes and handed hers to her.
As she opened the box she noticed that the box did not have the Little-bo-peep costume but something else. “Greg I think that the costume site made a mistake”, she held up a black dress, her costume looked like something Elvira for the TV show would wear. “I really don’t feel comfortable with wearing something this revealing”.
Greg went to the computer to get a phone number to call about this, when he typed in the web address the domain was gone. “Damn now what were we going to do?” Greg asked. A few calls to other costume shops and all of them had nothing to rent.
“Well I guess we were not going to the party, since we could not find anything else to wear.” He told Joan
She could see how heartbroken he was since he was looking forward to the party. “Let’s see if this fits, what the heck it is only one night.” Joan told her husband.
“Wow, Joan you would do this for me, we were going to have a great night.”
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I'm interested to see what direction this will go
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Interesting set up, with no clue as to what will happen next. Odd hook, but shows promise.
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No idea where or how this is gonna go so I am very curious and a lot intrigued. Patiently wondering but watching.
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Can't wait to read what happens next. Happy Halloween
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It was getting close to the time they had to leave so they headed up stairs to change. While Greg was getting dressed Joan started putting on hers. She laid all the contents of the box on the bed and took inventory. A long black dress, with a long black cape, a black wig, seven inch spiked heels, fake fingernails that were two inches, a set of fake fangs and an odd looking pendent. The black dress was tight but it seemed to fit her well, next the wig which again fit her well. She then placed the fingernails over her own nails and slipped on the shoes. She never had worn heels this high and took a few gingery steps forward toward the bed to pick up the pendent.
The pendent looked old; it had a set of bat wings with what looked like a red ruby in the center. When she held the up to the light the ruby seems somehow alive. She thought that was crazy, the nails made it hard for her to unfasten the clasp so she walked over to me to place it around her neck.
Greg opened the clasp and placed it around her neck and then closed the clasp. When he did he felt a sight dizzy feeling like some part of him was drawn out and into the pendent. Joan jumped when the clasp closed and said “Ouch”
It felt like she was bitten when the pendent hit her chest. Since Greg was not facing her he didn’t see the pendant's ruby draining into Joan, by the time she turned to face him the pendent had return to normal.
She lifted the pendent and notice two small marks between her breasts and noticed the pendent had change color. Instead of the dark ruby red it was a lighter red and seemed duller. When she looked up at Greg he noticed something in her eyes, her pupils seem to have gone pitched black, and then quickly changed back.
Greg shivered and asked “Did the bedroom get colder?”
“No, I don’t think so, in fact it seemed just about right” Joan said as she turned pick up the fake fangs and slid them into her mouth. She turned to face Greg and seductively ran her tongue over her teeth and said asked how she looked.
She looked amazing, the dress somehow made her look slimmer; the long black hair gave her a smoky look. Since the spike heels gave her an addition seven inches so she was actually taller than me. “Man you look hot”
She smiled at Greg, giving him a hint of her fangs, which gave her a hint of danger.
“It is time to hit the party and have some fun.”
Greg looked at her with a quizzical eye, she never really wanted to go to a party and now she told him it was going to be fun. He slid the cape around her shoulders and said “Let go and party.”
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Nice start, good flow and set up........on to the party!
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Now the party and growing starts
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As they walked over to the party Greg noticed her stride had become a little longer, her whole being seem to extrude confidence. As they entered Bob and Judy’s house; Bob welcomed Greg with a handshake and went to hug Joan. When he grabbed her, she turned and kissed him and sent her tongue probing into him. Greg thought “She kissed him.” It took all three of us by surprised. Joan mumbled something about she was just getting into the mood and walked off.
Bob thought that was different as he watched her ass swing as she walked away. He asked Greg what’s gotten into her and he just shook my head and said who knows.
The rest of the night Greg kept losing her, when he would turn around she was talking to some other husband. He kept noticing her licking her lips and running her tongue around her fake fangs. Each of the other husbands kept checking her out, it was like she was putting out some kind a pheromone. By the end of the night she was talking to all the men while their wives were fuming.
A little after 1:00 pm the party started to break up and they headed home. Greg had to get up early the next day for a business trip. When they got back inside the house she said she had the time of her life and they had to do that again. They got undressed and put on their pajamas and headed off to bed. In her nightgown she looked like the old Joan, she seemed back to normal but Greg noticed that she still was wearing the pendent. Greg thought that that was odd and asked her if she was going to take it off.
“I didn’t even notice I still had it on” she took the pendent off and we went to bed.
Greg got up early to pack for his trip and shook Joan to wake her up. “Come on sleepy head wake up.”
Joan turned on her side away from me and mumbled from under the covers she was not feeling well and wanted to sleep a little longer. “What’s up, too much to drink last night?” he chided her. “I am going to make breakfast, do you want some?” As he left the bedroom he noticed that the pendent was not on the dresser where she put it last night. Greg didn’t think much of it and headed off to the kitchen.
What he didn’t know was during the night Joan got up and placed the pendent back on. The virus that was in the pendent was now working into her bloodstream started to rewrite Joan’s DNA during the night. She dragged herself from bed and went down stairs to eat.
When she entered the kitchen, Greg turned to her and said “Honey you look horrible”.
“All I want is coffee to drink; I don’t think I can keep anything else down. I should not have anything to drink last night. I don’t know what got into me.” Joan said.
“You sure enjoyed yourself last night.” Greg told her as he poured her a cup. “What got into you, you were flirting with everyone’s husbands.”
“It must have been the wine; you know I can’t hold my liquor.”
Greg chuckled “Well I hope you don’t make a habit of it, I don’t want to fight off all of those guys you were flirting with. Are you up to driving me to the airport today?”
She looked at him and said “Come on Greg, me a flirt. With what this body, as she looked down at herself, somehow I don’t think they will be knocking down any doors for this.”
“That would be their loss.” Greg smiled at her.
“I hope you don’t mine but I think I am going back to bed, my head is killing me”
“No problem, I call a service and have a car pick me up. My flight is in a few hours and I have enough time”
“Where are you heading this time, back to northern Canada?” Joan asked.
“Yes the Yellowknife mine, I will be gone for two weeks. I will try to call, but you know the phone service up there.” Greg replied.
Joan headed back upstairs and back to bed. She heard Greg come in and grab his bags, and kissed her goodbye.
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Joan headed back upstairs and back to bed. She heard Greg come in and grab his bags, and kissed her goodbye.
During the next two days as she lay in bed her body was racked in pain as the virus was working through the bloodstream and into her gland, nervous system and brain. While she felt weak and sick, her ability to create muscle mass and density was increasing at an exponential level.
It started in her legs as they lengthen and slowly lost their fat while muscles took shape. All she could do was scream in agony as her bones started getting longer, her muscles growing denser as her fat transformed into muscles. Her calves started to fill out as her thighs were pushing outward. Her stomach disappeared, replaced by a very firm washboard stomach.
Bulges and ripples crossed her body as if parts of each muscle were flexing and contracting involuntarily.
Her breasts rose up on her frame expanding from her set of saggy B cups to solid F cups, while her hair grew out in black wave after wave. Her facial features sharpened, cheeks rose, her nose became less pudgy and a little slant to her eyes appeared.
When the growth stopped other changes started to take place. Her pheromone system enlarged and extended all over her body, giving her the ability to concentrate her secretion outside her body, which give her greater ability to influence the behavior of another people.
Another side effect of the virus was related to some of her higher brain functions. Her synapses which connected neurons in the brain to neurons in the rest of the body started finding new pathways and from those neurons to her muscles. These pathways open portions of her brain not used in humans giving her untapped abilities.
As she woke she found herself drenched in sweat, she rose stumbled forward, and her hands gripped the dresser, her mind groggy, like she was in dense fog. Standing on wobbly legs it took Joan few minutes to gain the strength to walk again. She felt cold and weak, however as her head started to clear and she started to feel ok she glanced to a nearby full length mirror she realized she was far from alright.
She was shocked as she took in the sight; she had changed, no longer the sweet pudgy little women she had been all her life. Instead, something beautiful, powerful, exotic and deadly stood in front of her. She started to examine herself in the mirror. Her skin was far paler than it should have been, while she could recognize herself in the face, her facial features were striking, her body had completely changed. Her body was now unbelievable, more muscular then most of the female body builders she had seen on TV but still had a very feminine and much more attractive shape. Her breasts were huge, they stood more on boldly on her chest and her nipples were nearly perfect circles and just the right color. Her hips were perfect and her waist was narrower giving her body more of an hourglass look. Her ass was firm and round and her skin was formed over taught muscles that rippled with every movement of her body.
Still wobbly on her legs Joan sat down on the bed and tried to make sense of what had happened to her. This all seemed to start when she put on the pendent. As she lifted in her hands from her chest, she noticed the jewel had lost all of its color. She looked at the design; she had seen this type of pattern in her studies at college.
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Karma!!! …great start….cheers :singing:
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She got up and reached for her robe. When she put it on she could barely fit into it. Her arms were much longer and wider then they use to be and she struggled to pull it around her shoulders. Usually it came to just below her knees, but now it was halfway up her thigh. She turned and looked in the mirror again. The robe that fit her previous body in an unflattering way was now downright obscene as it rode up her full hips and thighs. The robe barely contained her breasts as the robe stretch to cover them. “This I could get use to this” thought Joan.
As she walked out of her bedroom, she felt a shift and a settlement in her hips, her walk started to become obscene in the way her hips swayed. Her massive tits had a slight bounce and sway to them beneath the robe. She stopped her hips cocked and ass jutted naturally as if she had been doing this her whole life. She needed to figure out what happened to her and the only thing on her mind was what was that pendent and what had it done to cause this changed.
She slowly made it to the den to log onto the college’s website. As she typed, she noticed each of her nails was painted blood red, was at least an inch long, and curved slightly downward into what appeared to be razor sharp talons. “I thought I had removed these” thought Joan. She tapped them on the table to see if she could loosen them. As she tapped her nails, they leaving were leaving marks on the table.
“What the hell?” she said as she stared at the nails again. It seemed they were actually hers and had become as hard as steel and sharp as a knife.
After she logged in, she did a search on ancient jewelry designs. The closest she came to the design on the pendent was Mesopotamian, around 3500 B.C. She then did search the database to see if any professors at the college taught the subject and found only one name Professor Banks. She needed to know more about the pendent and maybe this Professor could point her in the right direction.
She picked up the phone and dialed the number on the screen. The professor picked up the phone after the fourth ring and said “Banks here can I help you.”
“Professor, this is Jane Simon, I am a librarian at the college and would like to make an appointment to see you. I run across a pendent that looks like its Mesopotamian and wanted to get your advice on it. Do you have any free time?” Jane asked.
“I have classes all day but I can see you after hours. How does 7 pm sound?”
“Sounds good I will see you then” Jane hung up the phone. She had about 5 hours before the appointment and figured she would get a shower to get cleaned up, dressed and get something to eat.
Unfortunately, when she got upstairs, she could not find anything of hers that would fit without looking obscene. “Looks like I am going to have to buy a few things before I see the professor” she thought to herself. She went over to Greg’s closet, and found a shirt and pants. Even his XL clothes would be a snug fit.
She went into the bathroom and started the shower. When she got in she found that the water felt cold and turned up the hot. She found that didn’t help so she turned down the cold. The water was scalding hot and it felt luke warm. She just chalked it up to another change her body went through. Overall she started to think it odd that she was taking this so well.
After toweling herself off, she looked at herself in the mirror again to get a good look at herself. She raised her arm and her biceps exploded in muscle. A look of shock came on her face. “My God, look at those things. I need to find out what this pendent did to me.” She picked it up from the dresser and slid it on her neck again. The ruby in it center had turned completely black. When she let it go, the pendent fell between her cleavage and disappeared into the crack.
She slowly started to flex as she lifted her head, hands on her hips. Her shredded abs began to swell, cuts 2 inches deep quickly formed, each one of her abs had to be at least the size of a tennis ball. She pulled her attention away from her stomach up towards that chest, which inflated upwards and outwards. She looked like she had 2 bowling balls sit high on her chest. She squeezed them together and gave them a giggle. “I could really get use to these, I bet they could get me into a lot of trouble.” she thought with a wicked smile as she started to imagine what she could do. A small voice in the back of her mind screamed out to her “Joan, this is not you. You never had these thoughts in your life. Something is wrong!!!”
The thought vanished and she slowly raised her right arm again, as she raised her arm, she clenched her fits, and her bicep grew at a horrifying rate. Thick, snaking veins pushed their way to the surface. Finally she reached the top of the flex, smiling as she admired her huge, bulging right arm.
“I don’t know what happened, but I like it” she said out load.
She changed into Greg’s clothes and she had been right it was a snug fit. Thank God the sweatshirt and pants stretched or she might have ripped them when she pulled them on. She grabbed Greg’s running shoes and slipped them on. She looked in the mirror again and thought “I guess this will do for the time being, but I do need to get a new wardrobe,” as she grabbed her keys and headed toward the door.
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As she left the house into the night something strange happened to her. Her senses exploded, it was hard for her to explain but she could feel the night. As she looked down the street she saw everything, the dog five houses away drinking water from it bowl, she heard the neighbor arguing as they got out of their car on the next block, the smells of the neighbor restaurant several blocks away. The darkness felt comfortable and wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
She walked to her car and got in. As she sat down in the driver seat she thought “What am I turning into. Normal people just can’t feel what I just experienced.” She turned the key, fired up the engine and drove out of the driveway off to find some clothes that would fit.
Joan found her way to the outskirts of town and the small strip mall. She parked her car and started walking toward the store, as she crossed the parking lot, she notices two high school boys hanging out and looking at her. She had worn a Greg’s button up shirt with his jeans and sneakers. Nothing out of the ordinary, but still it did nothing to hide her changed body. She had to admit his jeans were tight and hugged her ass nicely and she could not help showing it off with the new sexy strut she seemed to had developed. Suddenly a foreign voice popped in her head. "Damn look at that set of tits on that MILF."
It was clear as any voice ever spoken aloud, and it wasn't like any of the internal dialogues that she had with herself now and again. She was hearing voices! But almost as soon as that panic set in, she realized it was gone. She did an internal check, trying to make the voice reappear, but it wouldn't, at least not until she turned her attention back to the guys. When she did, she heard “she built like a brickhouse, I would love to climb on that.”
She smiled at them, giving a smoldering look, and licked her lips and flicked her tongue at them. As she did, she noticed her tongue was longer and thicker than before. She had a wicked thought, as she slowly extended even farther out and touched her forehead with it, then wagged it at the both of them.
By the expression on their faces and the stain in their crouch’s, they had just cum because of her.
“Now that was really interesting” she thought, “that should bother me but I am kind of turned on” as she continued on to the shop.
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The Amazon Goddess, an exclusive shop, was a new, recently opening in an old tailor's shop. The heavily tinted windows made it difficult to see inside. An open sign was lit, so she pulled the door open and step in.
When she came in from outside her sensory inputs gave her the aroma of leather mixed with incense and... rubber? As she looked around the outline of the shop as a low sensual voice behind her called out, "Welcome to The Amazon Goddess, how can we help you!"
"Can I help you?" asked the voice. She didn't seem that weird for an amazon purveyor. The twenty-something that spoke to her had grey dreadlocks, tats all over her body, and her green eyes sparkled mischievously. She was wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved leather top and some tight-fitting jeans. Her traps and shoulders bulged high and wide; her lats flared out so much they were pushing her arms outwards. Her biceps, triceps and forearm muscles bulging huge. Her F-cup breasts sat proud on top of thick slabs of female pec muscle, beneath her tits sat a set rock-hard six-pack abs.
Dark, blood-red lipstick accentuated her smiling mouth, and the color was repeated on her sensibly short fingernails. A few silver earrings and a long silver chain with a pentagram pendant were her only jewelry.
She wore form-fitting boots reaching to her knees, made of dark black leather and equipped with six-inch stiletto heels, they accentuated the lines of her very nice legs. Joan would have killed to find a pair of boots like that. The overall impression Joan had of her was that of a bad ass woman.
The sales girl smiled. "Relax! I'm not here to hurt you." Extending her hand, she smiled once more.
"My name's Samantha but everyone calls me Sam. Nice to meet you."
"Joan."
"Well, Joan, this is a no-hassle shop. Take your time and how can we help you”?
Joan thought fast on her feet. “I just flew in and lost my luggage and need some cloths, do you have something in my size.”
Sam said,” I think we can help you just fine, what size are you”
Joan indicated that she had gone through some growth lately and don’t know her sizes any more. So, she said “I think we will have to measure me up”.
Sam eyes twinkled mischiefly in the dim light. “I think that might be fun”.
Sam chose her biceps first. As she closed the tape around, she said “17 inches not bad.”
Joan was shocked at how big it was. She said “are you sure?”
“Yes, but I think you can do better, try flexing the muscle.”
Not knowing exactly how to flex properly Joan, tighten, un-tighten and tighten her bicep again, then Sam measured it again. “18 inches. Wow…”
Joan was starting to get turned on by this, just wondering how big she really was. Unbeknownst to Joan her pheromone system kicked into overdrive, her skin starting to glisten. Sam breathed in the sent and started to get wet.
“Now my calves.” Joan’s said with a smooth silky voice.
Sam began to move her hands on Joan’s body, traveling from her biceps up to her rock-hard shoulders and then down to her large breasts. Squeezing her breasts, Sam, let out a surprise “Damn they are real”.
Joan trembled at her touch, “and real sensitive” watching her nipples thicken and each then extending over an inch long. They were as hard as bullets pushing Greg’s shirt with ease.
Sam’s hands continued downward, running her finger tips along Joan’s six-pack, tracing the rigids with her fingernails. Her hands reached behind Joan and squeezed her ass, but her fingers barely made a dent, however, it sent shivers up and down Joan.
Joan thought “I am getting turned on by this.”
Sam explored Joan’s ass and then went down to her thighs and finally ending up at Joan’s calves. As she reached them, Joan thought she would try flexing her muscles letting Sam feel them expand and contract.
“How big is it, Sam?”
“20 inches,” she said softly, “Let’s see how big your thighs are.”
She moved her hands up to the mass of muscle just above. As she wrapped the tape around Joan’s thigh her hands were shaking from the excitement. “31 inches."
“Is that good?” Joan asked.
“Perfect, now your hips”
She slid the tape around her hips. Sam had knelt down to measure Joan’s calves and thighs. Her face just inches from Joan’s pussy. With all her willpower she crossed the tape and said “38 inches”
She then wrapped the tape measure around Joan’s waist. “23 inches.”
“And finally, my chest.”
Sam quickly wrapped the tape measure around Joan’s chest, just below her breasts, “42 inches.” She then proceeded to try to wrap her tape around Joan’s tits. That’s what Joan thought of them now, they were large and in charge and she was starting to like the effect they had on people.
As the tape came together Sam let out a whisper “51 inches, and they are real”
“A solid HH-cup.”
Sam knelt down again and took the tape to Joan’s crouch and measured down to the floor “36 inches”. She brushed her hand across Joan’s crouch and felt her hard clit wondering how big was that.
She had Joan step and measure to the top of her head, looking up to read “6 foot 4 inches”
“Damn.” Joan said and closed her eyes reveling in the body that Sam measured. The body she now had.
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This story is awesome........love the play with the boys and then making Sam wet at her scent...........can't wait for some conquests and some muscle play........KARMA to you!!! K+++++
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Amazing stuff
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Great story. Will be a huge surprise for Greg. I hope for more.
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Amazing story!! Keep it up!!
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“So, what is your style?” Sam asked trying to bring herself back to reality.
Shopping was never really her thing, Joan never really put too much effort into her wardrobe. She was the kind of nerd; she was never able to guarantee her clothes would match on any given day. Greg thought it was quirky and adorable. But something changed and that was not her any more.
“I am up for something new, maybe something sexy, I want something that gives the extra “pop”. Joan indicated, as she had a devilish smile on her face.
The store was completely packed with outfits ranging from dresses to practically non-existent bikinis. she was completely overwhelmed. Fortunately for her, Sam was on a mission and she moved through the racks, looking at every item. She would pull an interesting dress or skirt or top out and hold it up to Joan, sizing it up. Sometimes she would ask for her opinion, which was usually disbelief, but most times not.
As they walked toward the dressing rooms, Sam told her assistant, she wasn't sure how long they'd be. The assistant gave us both a huge smile and said "Take however long you need; I will head up to the cash register."
“Of course.” Sam replied with a sly wink as the girl walked away.
“The dressing rooms are over here, and there is a full-length mirror along the wall.” Joan noted the mirror was in among the leather goods and thought with amusement that it was a good twenty feet from the dressing rooms.
As they walked back the dressing rooms were on either side of a corridor, with the last one on a slight bend, and Joan noticed when they got there the assistant was out of view. Sam placed the outfits on a bench outside of the dressing rooms and told Joan “We are going to give these a try and don’t judge yourself as you are putting them on” then pulled the curtain shut.
Joan picked up a dress and went in to the small room, and pulled the curtain shut. Joan was now rather tall and the bottom of the curtain was the middle of her thighs, and it had a see-through part up top that stopped right below her chin. It afforded such a good look into the room (really a booth), which she innocently thought it helped to guard against theft. But then she thought it could increase the excitement level, as a chill ran down her back.
Sam took a step toward the little room as Joan entered, calling, "Just yell if you need help or anything."
Joan looked at the one outfit she had picked up, a calf-length black dress that had deeply scooped back and a low v-cut in front that would go almost to her navel and showed off both her abs and the sides of her tits. She yelled out to Sam, “I can’t wear something like this, it to revealing.”
“Oh, come on, it is just us girls here. Put it on it will look great on you, trust me.”
Joan thought, “Well, I can try it on, I don’t have to buy it.”
She took off Greg’s pants and forgotten she had no panties on. When she dressed earlier nothing fit, so she went “commando” as Greg would say. She spoke out to Sam again, indicating she had no panties to wear.
“Hold on let me find something.”
Moments later Sam she handed through the curtains a black thong. Joan thought “what am I supposed to do with this I’ve never worn anything like this before.” She looked at it and said “I've seen more fabric in a handkerchief.”
“When in Rome,” thought Joan.
“How about a bra?”
Sam laughed, “I really don’t think you need one with those tits.”
“Ok, but there is no way I am going to wear this outside this shop”
Sam smiled and said “we’ll see” to herself.
Joan looked at herself in the mirror and said “what the hell why not let me try this.”
Joan stepped into the thong and wiggled it up her legs, she drew it over her hips where it sat securely, as the back slipped into the crack of her ass. She could see the bulge of her clit through the small patch of fabric barely covering her front. She lightly stroked the hard bulge and she felt like electricity was sending waves of pleasure to the extremities. Quickly she stopped, she has never felt like this before and she has no idea what’s going on with her body, but can’t believe how turned on she is.
Sam looked through the slit in curtain as Joan removed her pants seeing them fall to the floor. Funny she thought they were a set of men’s pants. she then heard moans coming out of the dressing room. Yelling in, “Joan, how are you doing in there?”
Joan turned facing front and there was brief flash through the curtains as Joan stooped over, that Sam thought was meant as a preview.
As Joan pulled on the dress; the material encased her body. She was wondering how it would hold her massive bust. She bent over and shook her tits into place, then stood and lifted them so the fabric could adjust. After arranging everything, she pulled open the drape and stepped out.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“Holy shit!” is what Sam thought.
Joan continued to walk out and turned slowly around so that Sam could see how she looked. The dress actually was a little shorter than she liked. But the feature of the front scoop was truly erotic. She looked like raw sex. They both marveled at the roundness of Joan breasts from the front, and could see a virtually continuous expanse of skin from shoulder to ass in the back, and it probably would not have taken much of a change in angle to see the bottom of her ass.
She walked over to the mirror and slowly turned around, appraising the look. Sam saw her smile to herself while looking in the mirror. Her breasts were perfect, almost perfectly round and if she had to guess, and they did not sag a bit. Her arms even relaxed had more muscle definition then a normal man. She turned both ways looking in the mirror with a look of disbelief. Then, Sam saw what she could only describe as that devilish smile creep onto Joan face while looking in the mirror.
Joan squeezed one of her breasts and let out a gasp. It felt so good to her. She reached into her dress, rolled her nipple between her fingers and tugged and felt it all the way down to in-between her legs. Something clicked in her mind as she ran her finger through her cleavage and grabbed the pendent, she felt a strange sensation running up and down her arms, like something had woken and it was travelling through her. She snatched her hand away but the feeling continued. It felt like there was something otherworldly inside her body and it was starting to influence her.
“I have to stop. This isn't me.” Joan thought.
Sam watched in amazement at the sudden transformation in Joan’s mannerisms. She had that a wicked smile on her face, and she her stride had become more half strut, half stalk and sexy as hell.
"Let’s see what outfit number 2 looks like." As she grabbed the next one and returned to the booth, but this time, she was little careless with the curtain. She didn’t close all the way, leaving about two inches of gap, through which Sam could peer through.
She removed that outfit, and Sam could see a lot of her ass as she bent over to pick up the next one.
She put it on and walked out, and it caught Sam breath. She knew it was going to look good when she picked it but…
This dress was entirely made of mesh, loosely woven in some places, more tightly in others. The effect was that she was wearing a mesh body stocking. Sam could sort of see her nipples sticking out through the mesh and thong still covered her bush behind the closer woven places; other than that, it was like she was naked. When she turned to walk to the mirror, Sam could see that her ass was entirely visible. The loose mesh skirt half waved from side to side with the sway of her hips as she walked, which added to qualities of the dress. When Joan first saw herself in the mirror, even she gasped at the sight. She glanced around, looking at first nervous, and then Sam saw that impish look creep back into her eyes.
“You know I never really like shopping for clothes before, but I must admit this is enjoyable. Time for the next outfit.”
Sam handed her the next outfit, a little red one and just smiled.
The curtain parted and the Joan stepped out wearing a very short snug red dress clinging to her like a second skin. The tight red dress that was completely strapless exposing her massive upper chest, shoulders, arms, and back. The material of the dress was very thin and did nothing to hide her sculpted body underneath. Sam could see her abs clearly and her nipples looked big as they were poking out from her massive tits. The dress clung to her waist and ass then stopped mid-thigh showing off her massive developed legs.
Joan looked around and seeing no one but Sam in the dressing room area, let her hands roam over her body, cupping first both tits, giving each a little squeeze and hardly making a dent, before sliding down her stomach to her thighs. She turned to face Sam, slipped the bottom of the dress upward, not stopping until the thong was fully on display.
The few seconds she held the skin tight dress up seemed like an hour in some ways as Joan turned her gaze upward to meet Sam’s eyes. Joan’s eye’s flashed black then back to normal, her tongue slipped out of her mouth to lick her lips.
Sam’s mind burned an image of the tiny black thong against Joan’s creamy white thighs, the tiny golden strings arching up and disappearing under the red spandex as they headed toward her hips. The tiny triangle of material was only a couple inches wide on the top, nearly half way down over her rounded mound.
Joan’s hands went to the top of her dress then peeled the spandex down her chest, exposing her bare breasts as the red material rolled down her front. She let go of the top when the dress had cleared her breasts, both full and round with dark brown areola and hard protruding nipples. Sam stared at her bare tits, as her hands moved to her hips and slowly worked the material down over them, her hips swaying slightly from side to side as she inched the red material downward. Sam saw the creamy whiteness of her firm stomach and then her hips, the tiny pink strings of the thong coming into view as the red material continued to move downward.
"Damn!" she muttered as Joan pushed the material down to where it finally slid down her legs to pool around her bare feet.
Sam handed her the last outfit and winked at Joan. “I’ve always wanted to wear something like this, so let see how it looks on you.”
Joan went back to her booth, holding the leather items that Sam had given her; then she turned around again and came back out. “I think I might need some tall boots to go with the outfit.”
Sam thought where is she going with this, but off she went quickly coming back with close to the style she thought Joan would like.
Joan then went back to her booth, but this time she pulled the drape all the way shut. Under the curtain, Sam could see her pull off the thong, then step into the leather contraption. She could see the top of her head as she fumbled with getting it adjusted right, then she wrestled with the leather top get her tits to settle in. Finally, she put on the boots. She kept one leg on the floor as she placed the boot on the seat, then pushed her foot in and zipped up the side. After repeating the process for the other boot, she spent a little more time adjusting things, and then announced her intentions of coming back out.
Sam waited in anticipation Joan pulled the curtain back slowly, peeking around the side and teasing her by hiding behind the cloth for as long as possible.
“This is exactly what I wanted; I cannot believe how fun this is.” Breathlessly saying these words, she then boldly stepped out to the middle of the room.
She stood there proudly and confidently. The leather top, little more than a collection of black leather straps, did not conceal her breasts. In fact, they merely encircled the breasts, her breasts and nipples stood out straight from her body. Her fully extended nipples stood out like pencil erasers from the aureoles, begging to be sucked, contrasting with the smooth white skin around them.
Her “panties” were of the same design. Leather strips circled around her waist and the tops of her thighs, leaving her buns in open view as the thong did, except this did not have a strap running up her butt crack. In front, her trimmed pussy was fully visible. Her clit was swollen letting the world know she was in heat, and there was nothing to hinder the sight of this wonderland.
Her body sheened again as her pheromone system kicked into high gear. Sam could smell her from five feet away and it was so intoxicating.
The boots may have been a bit much. With the three-inch platform and nine-inch heels, she towered over Sam like giantess. The boots covered most of her calves, leaving her knees and thighs open and inviting.
Joan was a goddess standing there, and she knew the powers that she held. Approaching Sam, she got very close, then very slowly turned around in front of her. Sam eyes hungrily devoured her, roaming all over Joan’s body, and she welcomed the attention. Smiling, she asked if Sam liked what she saw, and she could only nod as she continued to savor the sight.
“I got something to show you, that I think you might like” Sam said.
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With that she pushed a hidden button next to the mirror and it swing open and showed Joan through a short hall that led to a hidden room in the next store.
The room was large, the ceiling elevated, with a bed was centered along the back wall, a large four poster with draping curtains all around. There were two nightstands next to the bed, candles burning softly and what looked like a 12” black strap-on laid one of them. Seeing it, Joan blurted out “My god that is a really large dildo.”
“Yea, they call that the black monster. I never really tried that. I don’t think I could take the whole thing in me.”
Hearing that, Joan thought to herself, “After today you might not be able to say that.” She heard a small voice in the back of her head telling her to stop before its to late. She pushed that voice down deeper into herself. She was going to let herself experience this and then take it to the next level.
Joan eyes then followed the curve of the walls, taking in several apparatus hanging from the ceiling and bars protruding from the mirrored walls as if this room were once a dance studio, now turned into a pleasure room.
“We added this a few weeks back to our little club.”
Sam turned on some soft lighting then reached for another switch, which Joan saw it was not a light switch, but like the entrance switch operated a hidden panel in the ceiling that opened and a leather swing suspended by nylon ropes began to descend. She held the switch until the swing reached a point about 30 inches off the floor where she stopped it.
"What is that?" Joan asked with amazement in her voice.
"It’s our sex swing," Sam responded. "A girl sits in the basket seat and then puts her feet in the stirrups out here, leaving her in a perfect position to be fucked. The neat part is that the swing can be raised or lowered to accommodate any height."
“Let me show you how it works.”
With that, Sam walked over to Joan, reached up and gave Joan a kiss slightly opening her lips and inserting her tongue into Joan’s mouth. When her lips parted Sam felt what seemed to be a snake invade her mouth and licking at her throat. Dumbfounded and startled Sam was trying to figure out what was happening.
It was not until they broke the kiss and then licked Sam’s neck and ear that she realized that the long thing belonged to Joan.
Confused Sam looked on as Joan was kissing, sucking, and licking her breasts and marveled at the size of Joan's tongue. It was longer than any dick she had ever seen, she couldn't believe the size of the it as Joan knelt down and kissed her belly, thighs, and around her trimmed bush.
Joan then stood up and pulled off Sam’s leather top and jeans. She then pulled Sam up by the waist and slowly began helping Sam into the leather harness. After Sam was secure, she bent down and literally buried her tongue deep inside Sam while she writhed in the swing. Joan tongue swirled inside her and Sam grasped onto the straps to hold on for dear life.
Sam, unsure what else to do, reached up and grabbed Joan's shoulders, hoping to push her off. It was like trying to push a wall. Sam felt Joan's hard shoulders – they were more muscular than any of the bodybuilders she had been with. Giving up resisting, Sam ran her arms down Joan's incredible biceps. She could feel the veins pumping blood into Joan's rock-hard muscles. She had always been attracted to muscular men, especially athletes – but Joan dwarfed them all.
Sam wanted to see Joan’s muscles in action so she asked meekly “Could you flex for me.”
Joan rolled her eyes and brought her right arm up and flexed her bicep. Very slowly she raised her arms, fists clenched and Sam saw her biceps swell in her arms. The transformation that was happening before Sam’s eyes was spectacular. Her bicep seemed to triple in size forming a tall ridge. She had striations running the length of the bicep showing cords of muscle. Joan's bicep was noticeably taller than her shoulder by inches and she had very developed shoulders. It was shocking how high the bicep rose up, Sam had never seen anything so remarkable.
The sight of her amazing bicep took Sam’s breath away, she was stunned into silence. Just to add to the dramatic effect, Joan straightened her arm slowly making the bicep almost disappear and flex again demonstrating the incredible transformation.
Then she stood and tightened her stomach, six clearly defined slabs of muscle, such as Sam had never seen before formed in front of her eyes. Continuing to flex and pump up her body, Joan’s muscles became more and more defined as a film of perspiration mixed with pheromones began to show the effort she was exerting and veins began to appear.
Sam saw her nipples had harden and started to extend. She was amazed as they lengthen and got ticker till, until they were at full attention, over 1-1/2” long and a ½” thick. Sam had never seen anything like it and damn those big tits are gorgeous. Joan turned sideways, dropped right arm to her waist, and flexed her bicep and chest in a side chest pose. Her bicep bulged out again, and the muscles at the very top of her chest bulged out. There were large ripples running across her chest, and a very deep cavity right down the middle. Her chest muscles accentuated her big round nicely shaped tits. She straightened both arms out in front of her emphasizing her triceps. Large, striated muscles bulged out of the lower part of her arms. She flexed her chest even more. Sam didn't think it was possible, but it looked like it was ready to pop right out of her skin! Joan turned and faced Sam directly. She stared into Sam eyes, and she raised both arms and flexed her biceps again.
In the dim light of the room Sam watched the display and could see most of Joan’s definition, before just her biceps were her focus, now the number of details had multiplied, the more Sam looked upon her, new muscles came to view. Yet all those muscles together as whole made her body even more powerful yet feminine, she was strangely feminine, exotic, and dangerous.
Joan had a grin increased on her face as Sam inspected her. Sam felt like Joan was toying with her, maybe figuring out limits, of how much power she had.
"Holy fuck" Sam said breathlessly as she looked in awe.
"Can I..." Sam asked tentatively.
"Of course." Joan replied leaning her right bicep toward Sam.
She circled Joan’s bicep with both hands and explored it in wonder. She was enamored the size and hardness as she caressed Joan's arm. Joan pumped her arm a couple of times to make it rise and fall as Sam was holding on.
Joan also seemed to be enjoying the attention as the two seemed to be having an intimate moment. She started slowly raising her peak and rolling her fist to make it change shape and ripple. It almost looked like Sam was going to cum right there, but she finally let her hands drop as the two women smiled at each other.
“How long have you been lifting.”
“You would not believe me if I told you.” Once more, she flexed her bicep. She stared at her own muscle for some moments, clearly enjoying the view.
In one quick movement Joan scooped Sam up in her arms with no effort and carried her 175-pound frame to the bed and dropped her down. She then proceeded to ripping the remaining clothes off Sam so that she was completely naked.
Joan then went to the bed stand, lifted the black strap-on, Sam eyes were entranced. Watching her slip the harness through her legs and slowly raise it tightly to her firm round buttocks. "It's only twelve inches, disappointing but it will make due" Joan laughed, adjusting the dildo until it was sitting comfortably with the base pressed tight against her clit that she knew would stimulate her as she pleasured Sam.
She turned and slowly walk back to the front of the bed. The wicked smile returned to her face, and she was doing that "bump and grind" walk.
With the dildo still in place, Joan knelt between Sam's legs, bending her head until she knew Sam would be able to feel her breath caressing her intimate parts. Joan inhaled deeply, as for her, there was nothing in the world that matched the aroma of a women in heat. Letting her tongue just flicker over the very tip of Sam's engorged clit she was rewarded with a deep guttural moan and felt Sam's hands wind in her hair trying to pull her closer. Teasing Sam's pussy lips with her lips and teeth, Joan tugged and teased, forming her tongue into a solid rod, she stared sliding her tongue inside and out fucking her with her tongue building Sam to a frenzy of excitement.
Sam released her juices as the monster tongue fucked her pussy. Settling into a steady and firm motion Joan quickly drove Sam to an orgasm as her monster tongue fucked her in ways she could not imagine. Sam saw all the colors of the rainbow, bucked her hips, screamed out in divine ecstasy, and reached orgasm after orgasm on the long and talented tongue of this mysterious shopper.
Then Joan lifted her torso up so that two massive tits were smothering Sam's face – nearly suffocating her – it was instinct that caused Sam to start licking the flesh in front of her. Soon, she was taking Joan's large nipples into her mouth and sucking as hard as she could. Holding the base of the strap-on in her fist Joan purred, "Do you want this is you?"
"Yes, fuck me and fuck me hard," Sam growled as Joan teased her with the head.
Judging the moment was right she planted one of her thick arms next to Sam’s head and used her other hand to guide the large dildo into Sam’s cunt and slammed it home, burying the whole thing into Sam's swiftly and holding it there fully embedded. Sam screamed in pain and pleasure. As Joan went to move back, Sam wrapped her legs tightly around Joan's waist, trapping her in with her heels pressed tightly into the small of Joan’s back.
Now with Joan almost fully inside her she planted her other arm on the side of Sam’s head and started to ride her. She responded immediately as if the sensations were too much for her, she started screaming in ecstasy.
Joan started pumping her with long hard strokes. Her whole body looked like it was tensed as her hard muscles rippled and gleamed from sweat.
Sam could not believe the size of the thing inside her, at that moment felt like it was going to split her in two. Never had she felt anything this big, or this hard inside. Normally Sam only climaxed when she could stimulate her clit, either as some guy fucked her or more often than not afterwards when he had turned over to sleep. This was different, her body shook and convulsed as this woman took her over and over. Joan had grabbed her ankles and now held them wide apart reaching points inside that Sam had no idea could be reached. Then without almost a pause, Joan folded Sam double and after placing her ankles over her shoulders started to pound Sam to yet another climax.
Sam was gasping for breath as she lost count of the number of orgasms that had coursed through her and felt as suddenly Joan withdrew the dildo from her pussy. Before she could object and beg for more, Joan flipped her over with what looked like a practiced move and pulled Sam up to all fours before driving the thick rod back home. Joan varied her movements from grabbing Sam by the hips and fucking her vigorously for a minute to switching to long slow strokes, pausing as the dildo almost left Sam’s pussy and then when it was at its deepest.
Joan stared at the reflection in the mirrors and couldn't believe what she was seeing and feeling. Her hands seemed to be everywhere as she teased and pounded Sam driving her to yet another orgasm. Sam started to ride the dildo with greater enthusiasm, riding up and down as if her life depended on it, filling the room with the sound of squelching from her pussy combined with their flesh slapping together. The sight of Sam in the mirror being penetrated by her strap-on dildo and the noises and faces she was pulling was a pure delight to Joan.
Sam was able to reach up and cup Joan’s biceps now which were exploding out of her arms from the exertion. She turned her head so that she was looking directly at one of Joan’s massive biceps and started kissing and licking it. She was lost in muscle worship as she reached around to feel Joan’s massive back. It was covered with bulging muscles everywhere as she explored all over Joan. Her lats were amazing as they flared out wide from her waist. She grabbed onto them where they flared, like they were handles and could feel the rhythm of Joan’s thrusting as she held on.
Joan found out that by leaning back the rhythm of her thrust was causing the base of the dildo to rub the base against her clit and as Sam yelled out in yet another orgasm Joan joined her as she exploded in climax. She felt her climax spread throughout her body, driving out all other sensations as well as her attempt at coherent thought. She came with a scream, something squirting from her clit which pushed against the bottom of the dildo and actually pushed out the base by an inch. That was the best orgasm Joan had ever had in her life.
Joan lay there motionless, completely overwhelmed by the electricity that was in control her body.
She could barely get her thoughts to form. What was happening to her?
Both of them stayed in that position breathing heavily until Joan levered herself up and off the strap-on, before standing a little unsteadily on rubbery legs. Collecting what little was left of the outfit she had just tried on room Joan dressed in silence her mind planning her next move leaving Sam lying on the bed in speechless ecstasy.
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Wow, this is an amazing twist and journey......wonder if this awakening will continue as she explores her body and fantasies more and more............how much more muscle will she crave???
Ans we still haven't even found out from the professor what the necklace is or what's happening to her...........way to keep us on the edge wanting for more.
Karma to you, K+++
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:bravo:
Fantastic story! Karma given!
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As they were both walking toward the door, Joan said she still need something that she could wear out every day. San though about it and said she had an outfit in mind and if Joan would wait by the dressing room, she would bring it over.
As she walked back with the outfit, for Joan to take a look at, she handed it to her and said this is a little less risqué. But it did have the extra “pop” Joan had indicated when she first came in.
Joan walked into dressing room with the outfit to try on. It was a button up leather halter top with black leather pants and a belt around the middle. Sam had included a pair of platform shoes with a 3-inch heels. Joan slipped the pants on over her thong and buttoned the halter top up. She had to again adjusted her tits, so they settled into the cups. She could tell that this body was going to take a while to get used to.
She opened the curtains and walked out to show Sam how the outfit looked. She slowly started walking toward her, making sure she swung her ass with each step. When she reached Sam, she pressed her body against Sam, her leather clad breasts flattening against Sam’s hardbody.
“Let me make a minor adjustment.” Sam said as she reached up and unbutton the top 3 buttons on the vest, letting Joan’s cleavage spring forth.
Sam breath was taken away, the round top of her tits exposed above tight lines of the vest and her deep cleavage exposed as she took the whole view into account. She then heard Joan, "What's the matter, don't you like it?" and all she got back in response was “damn”.
Joan took a look in the mirror and thought “the outfit looked daring but not so much that she would mind being seen out in it”, so she got all of the things she had tried on from the room and walked up front to pay.
"I think I'll be shopping here more often," Joan said approvingly, tracing her finger up between Sam’s cleavage then up to shining lips. The grabbing her and giving a kiss.
Sam beamed at her, with a huge beautiful smile. "Receipt in the bag, I also loaded you up with some “common clothes” for you to wear out, and I hope you had a great shopping experience."
"The pleasure was all mine." Joan replied, with a smile on her face and a gleam of promise in her eyes.
Sam opened the store door than she walked Joan to her car.
"Can I see you again?"
"Give me a pen...and your hand."
Joan took Sam's hand, wrote her name and number in her palm.
"Call me, text me and we'll figure it out."
"That's marvelous. Let me know one day you're working, I'll come back with some cash, and treat you to lunch."
So, Joan into what continued to be one of the strangest days she'd had the pleasure to have...strode proudly back to the Chevrolet Caprice, folded herself into the car, gunned the engine, and then pulled out of the parking lot to head over to the college.
When she pulled into the college parking lot, she suddenly what she was wearing, which was way to outlandish for the college. She was coming out of the fog that she had been in for the last few hours.
She placed the car in into park and sat for a couple of minutes, going over what had just happened in the last two hours. The fog came over her when she walked into a close store, he only thoughts at the time was getting some clothes that would now fit her now since she changed. However, she ended up having sex with Sam, the shop owner. Something was happening and she hoped that Prof. Banks could get to the bottom of it.
She opened the door and got out of her car. She would have to get something bigger, she thought. She really hated car shopping, but she would have to but that on the list of things to do.
As she walked across the parking lot, toward the campus buildings, the cool breeze of the night stiffened her nipples to the point they pushed arrogantly into the leather halter fabric. The nubs visibly stretched the material, and signaled to whoever was observant enough to notice that right now she was not bored at all.
She passed a couple of male students and glanced over to them, and in her mind, she clearly heard “Holy shit, look at her”.
Well, he didn't actually say it, he thought it! That's when she realized she developed some abilities while slept the last few days. When she looked away, she heard nothing, but if she looked into their eyes she was starting to be able to read people’s minds and that was just physically impossible.
She yelled over to them, “that’s rude”, they both could quickly turn their heads and walked away.
She arrived at old history building and walked down the semi-dark halter she got Banks office. His office was in the cellar of the building, she had heard he was a odd one, but most of the professors around her were.
She wrapped she gave quick wrap this door and heard “enter it’s open.” So slowly she opened the door and walked into Bank’s office. He was sitting at his desk facing away from her. She slowly started walking toward him, her hips now naturally swinging with each step. “Professor something has happened to me that I can’t understand.”
The first thing that Bank’s noticed as he sat there was her scent. Her pheromones disrupting Bank’s ability to think, clouding his mind in a dizzying daze of desperate desire. He focused on his lungs and willed them to suck in some oxygen.
Bank’s stood and turned around to face who had just walked into his office and was completely unprepared for what happened next.
The face revealed by the opening door was absolutely riveting, drawing his eyes to its perfection. Her skin was completely flawless, as if it had been masterfully airbrushed by a skilled Photoshop artisan. Except that this wasn’t a picture. It was real.
Without saying a word, Bank’s eyes began to wander across the figure in front of him. Huge muscles covered every inch of this woman's body. The giant tits sat on slabs of pectoral muscles that added at least a couple inches to her bust line. Above the chest were wide, rounded shoulders that looked hard as iron connected to long arms wrapped in cords of muscle. Banks had seen football players and bodybuilders before, but the woman in front of him looked like she could snap any one of them in two without breaking a sweat.
The light from the soft lamps of hid office caused this muscular woman's skin to glow, her muscles creating shadows that only accentuated their size. Bank's eyes drifted lower (as if he was subconsciously afraid to look this person in the eye) to see a rippled six-pack at the person's mid-section. The body in front of her tapered into a perfect V - from the wide shoulders and arms to the tight core - and back out again as Banks stared at legs that were wider than her entire body and looked like they could crush steel.
His seemed distant, his awareness fully consumed by the vision before him. Finally, with effort, he managed a shallow breath...
...only to have her scent hit him again.
It bowled him over with something akin to physical force and fell back on to his chair.
Now shifting her hips as she walked slowly up to Banks, who had been staring at her that whole time, she stretched a hand out, straightening his tie. “Get a hold of yourself, it’s me Joan, we talked earlier today. I am one of the colleges librarians.” She spoke.
He just staired up at her, dazed by either the fall or Joan’s new appearance. Probably both.
Banks looked at her and said “That’s impossible my dear. I know Joan she’s nothing like you.”
I know Professor, this change happened when I put on this amulet. She reached down between her breasts and pulled out the darken amulet.
Banks looked at it and gasped, a familiarity tickled at the back of his mind. “How did you come to get this, my dear.”
Joan sighed and told him the whole story. Of how Greg had ordered the Halloween costumes and when they were delivered, they were the wrong costumes. She described what happened when she placed the amulet on, the party, getting sick afterwards and waking up looking like this.
She said she’s noticed some interesting side effects that have also happened to her body.
"Apparently even my tongue was effected.” She described how long her tongue was and then slowly stuck it out to show him. She held out three of her fingers and wrapped her tongue them squeezed it for effect. "Or I can extend it, long and hard ...". She stopped before she turned herself on again.
She told him about hearing people’s thoughts. But she didn’t tell him was all the sex she had with Sam and the dark thoughts that slowly crept into her mind.
She went on to tell him that she also appeared to also develop a “scent” that had an effect on people. She could not really descript it to him.
“Ah, pheromones, that’s what happened to me when you walked in.”
“So, pheromones are substances which are secreted to the outside by an individual and received by a second individual of the same species.” He explained in his professor way. “Humans had stopped producing pheromones at some point in the distant past, but the mechanisms for sensing them are still fully functional. A special set of scent receptors in the nasal cavity have nerves that travel deep into the brain along a similar track as the receptors for normal smell. It seemed obvious that the direct access of the pheromone receptor nerves to the primitive brain could cause profound effects on mood and behavior.”
“Somehow you have started producing pheromones. Hopefully you will get control of that because it is quite distracting.”
“Now, about the amulet.”
Banks said he had seen the amulet before and got up and slowly walked over to a stack of old books in the corner. Reaching down to the bottom he pulled out a book that was dusty and had a faded cover that seemed to be made out of a strange leather, almost like human skin.
He opened the book and started leafing through the pages and finally coming to the page where he saw what looked like a similar amulet. He looked at Joan and said this is the amulet Ishtar, the Mesopotamian of goddess of war and sexual love. She was also was thought to have been a vampire, with incredible with incredible strength and power. The amulet was supposedly lost through the ages.
The pages went on to describe what this the holder of this amulet was capable of.
“The almost unlimited power of the amulet endows its owner with the ability to read and control the minds and actions of other who are completely powerless to resist. It also empowers its owner to physically change in any way anything material; she would have the power to change a person's physical state including their health, size or shape; she could change, retard or advance any functionality of her own body or that of others. She could alter the shape of things having a mass or their functionality. She to all intents and purposes becomes almost a Goddess; her powers limited only by his own ingenuity and imagination.” He read to her.
Continuing on “The mortal owner of the amulet has the power to heal herself, and others, but does not have the power to grant immortality or a longer life span than normal to any other mortal. Whilst under the influence of the amulet she would be protected from diseases and death although she may choose to die or not heal herself providing that passes on to another, who has to accept it voluntarily, without persuasion or mind control of the owner at the time.”
Joan remembered walking over to Greg and asking him to put it on her, did she accept this voluntarily.
“Many would see the power as a blessing and a curse; although giving the owner powers only controlled by her own imagination; her friends and family only live a normal life time span, thereby growing older and dying while she would young and virile.” Banks finished reading.
Banks then reached for another book, handed it to Joan.
“If it is true that you have somehow some of her powers, here is a book that might help you explain what’s going on with you. It’s the writings of Enheduanna one of the first writers of history. Its goes over the early gods and goddess.
Joan picked the book up and started paging through warmth felt in her hands like she knew what this book was and was all about. She asked Banks if she could borrow it for a couple of days to see what was going on with her.
Banks looked at her and said “Yes my dear, just please return and tell me what you find out.”
She thanked the professor and got up and left.
Banks watched her leave the room and an evil smile came to his face.
As she was walking to her car, she got hit by a car by what looked like a kid who’d only had his license a week. She could not believe it? It knocked her over and tore a huge gash in the right pant leg. They were ruined! She was pissed. His insurance better cover this!
She leapt up and tried to glare at him inside the car, but couldn’t because the whole front of the car was caved in and the hood had been bent up blocking the windshield. Not to mention all the steam issuing from the water-squirty-thing in the front. She then tried push the bent hood back down out of the way but the thing just popped off. Now she was so pissed she started to take it out on the hood.
Unbelievably she felt it bend under the pressure from her hands. She loved the feel of it yielding to her insanely powerful arms. Teeth gritted and lips pulled back, she pushed further and harder and a growl slipped from her lips. It felt great to vent her anger on it and she just kept mashing the hood, causing her rock-hard biceps to bulge up to grapefruit size. Whit that she tore the hood off the car and slammed the hood on the ground where it became imbedded in the pavement.
The kid, for some reason, didn’t seem to want to get out of the car.
“Are you coming out here?” she shouted.
The kid just shook his head rapidly.
She tried to pull open the door and of course that ripped off, too. Piece of shit car.
“Come on out,” she said.
The kid finally stumbled out staring slack jawed at his car. “Oh my God, you totaled my car,” he said.
“Who cares about your crappy twenty-year-old Nissan?” Joan yelled. “Maybe you should have learned how to drive. Look what you did to my pants. Do you know how much cloth it takes to cover these quads?”
The kid stared down at the gigantic ripped masses that were her quads—they were clearly visible thorough the tear—and gulped. He just looked like he might be in shock. “I can’t believe I hit you so hard my car is totaled, and you’re just standing there like nothing happened.”
“Nothing happened? My favorite pants are now rags and you ‘re trying to tell me nothing happened?” The nerve of this kid.
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Interesting and well-written. A lot of readers want to know what happens next.
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Joan stormed back and got in her car she could not believe what the little shit had done. As she folded herself back into the car, she got even madder thinking “I really need to get something else, this car is too small.”
As she placed the car in the gear and she headed out the college parking lot.
“I really could use a drink, right now. I could stop at a bar, but it’s been a long day and a lot of stuff is happened to me” she thought. “I don’t have anything at home, so I might as well stop at a liquor store on the way home before I start reading this book.”
The liquor could keep her nerve up as she read more about what was happening to her. The things that Bank’s had told her, intrigued her, but also scared her. What was she to become? She like the power she had, but what just happened in the parking lot. She had lost control and if that kid had been mouthier, she would have hit him and would have cause injury.
She pulled up to the store and she was in luck, it was opened. She opened the door and looked over and saw the clerk who looked like he was in his mid to late 30’s, kind of nerdy, somewhere near 6’ and probably 200 pounds of what looked like muscle. She felt that feeling start to come over her and thought not again as she walked in.
“Good evening Mam,” The clerk said.
“Watch the mam, I’m not that much older than you” Joan replied her voice dropping an octave, low husky.
“Sorry, I’m not used to young people in here and your beauty got me a little flustered” was his witty reply.
“Flattery will get you nowhere good, you know” Joan said as she batted her eyes at him. She was going to play this for all it was worth just to see what kind of rise she could get.
“Maybe bad is just where I want to be” The clerk replied.
“I like the sound of that, Jason” Joan said, suggestively back, as she read his name tag. “Where is the bourbon section?”
“Aisle 3, midway.”
Joan made her way back to the bourbon section, shaking her ass in an exaggerating way, feeling the Jason’s eyes on her the whole time. She knew he was undressing her in his mind, so she thought she would give him a little show. She started by twirling her hair around her fingers as she looked at the different selections. After a few minutes, she began to fidget from one foot to the other, really tightening up her ass cheeks to give him a good look at just how round and firm her ass was.
“Can I help you find anything in particular Ms.?” She heard from behind her.
“No just deciding” she replied and my name is Joan.
“If you don’t mind, I always recommend the Bulleit Bourbon on the bottom shelf.” He told her.
“The whiskey has heavy mint and raspberry vibes on the nose but melts into a caramel-forward, almost condensed milk flavor once tasted. The finish reminds you of the nose with some green smells and lingers on some classic whiskey notes: vanilla, black pepper and oak.” He told her like a commercial for the company.
“Oh yeah, which one?” Joan replied. She knew the bourdon that he was recommending from Greg, and it was good. But in reading his thoughts, he wasn’t interested in what she wanted, it looked like he just wanted to see her bend over. She felt like teasing him a little more and bent over with her ass pointed at him and pointed to one. “This one?”.
“No, the one further to the right.” was his reply.
She again bent down to "browse" the shelves and in doing so pushed her ass up against his pants, and then proceeded to sway her ass and rub up against him. She could feel the crotch of her thong begin to ride up and tighten on her pussy. She kept leaning over further until she felt it split her lips rub up against his bulge. She extended her ass back till it hit his crotch and rubbed her crack briefly up and down his budge and looked at his shocked face, only reacting by saying "Whoops, sorry" in a nonchalant tone.
“No problem....” was Jason’s choked reply to the scene. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.
Standing up, she turned around walked back up to the front door, locked it and turned the open sign over to closed and looked at him suggestively.
“Holy shit, am I going to get luckily tonight” he thought.
Joan heard that in her mind and decided play with him. “If you play your cards right you will” she said seductively. Then she winked at him and ran her tongue around her lips.
Jason gasped out load which startled both of them, because she said that, and because he figured she could not have known what he was thinking.
"Did... Did you just read my thoughts?" Jason asked.
“That’s impossible, don’t you think.” She responded back.
She stalked over to him; one foot placed directly in front of the other to create a maximum hip-swing. Her eyes traveled down his body in a way that had his blood boiling, then her gaze meandered over to the bottle, and then journeyed back up to meet his gaze.
"A taste?" She let her thumb and forefinger make a hoop and began to stroke the neck of the bottle.
“I have some glasses in the break room. If you like we can go back there to follow this up” he said awkwardly.
When they reached the break room Jason reached up into the cabinet and grabbed two glasses. Setting them down on the table, he poured three fingers in each glass, and then handed one to her.
He waited for her to take a sip. He loved watching a woman sip whiskey. He wondered if she would crinkle her nose. Then she did the most surprising thing. She swirled the golden elixir in her glass. Then she took a small sip, swirled it in her mouth for a few seconds and swallowed it.
"Smoky. Smooth. Very smooth. More vanilla than I expected. Very nice finish." Her second sip was a bit longer and for effect. No crinkly nose or 'yuck' face.
She leaned her head back and allowed his eyes to trail down her neck, down and across the top of her leather halter top where her chest was exposed.
With that Joan’s eyes took on the look a predator. She placed her drink back down on the table. Time to get serious. She grasped the buttons holding her leather halter-top and began to slowly loosen them. When she had so much cleavage showing that any sudden movement would spill her breasts out, she stopped. She swayed over to him and bent over, giving him an intimate and up-close view. She snapped the last button with her finger nail and let her full round tits out all the way.
Jason was shaking as he gently fondled her tits, pulled and twisted her nipples and then felt her hand on the back of his head as she pulled it towards her chest.
"Suck on my tits. That's it, now the other one. Bite on the nipple."
He followed her instructions and soon was rewarded for his efforts with the sound of moans as she ran her hands over his shoulders and back. His cock was straining to escape the confines of his pants and he began rubbing his crotch up against her thigh.
Joan reached out and grabbed his prick through his pants. "I think I'd better do something for that little guy in your pants before he explodes," she whispered as she forced him back a step and sunk down to her knees in front of him. She grasped the bulge in his pants and squeezed. Looking up at him she said, "I take that back; he's not so little."
Jason then feels her fingers undoing his zipper and his cock suddenly popping out of his fly. Suddenly, Joan stopped gasping as if shock, "Ohhh... fuck...thats… big…mama…like!"
This shy, nerdy, clerk had a amazingly thick cock that had to be over 9 inches long. He reached down and started and unconsciously started stroking it a foot from her face. He continued stroking as he felts her hot breath along the entire lengths of his dick.
Jason, let out a long, loud groan as Joan wrapped large hands around his steel hard prick. She let out a dark throaty growl as she felt his hot dick burn in her hand. Drops of precum had already appeared on the head of his cock, and a few helped lube the way as Joan began to slowly, carefully pump her hand back and forth along Jason's prick.
She stared in adoration at Jason’s cock. "Mmmm! So big! So big; so fucking big!" She touted. "Damn your balls are huge too!
Joan opened her mouth, and turned up and looked directly into his eyes. He saw them turn black as she leaned forward and engulfed his cock.
He watched her move up and down taking all of his member into her mouth and then pulling back, her eyes still holding his, until only the tip remained inside. He felt her tongue twirl around the head, sending jolts of pleasure up into his brain. Suddenly, he felt an orgasm rocketing to the point of eruption.
"Please, stop, let me out I'm going to cum, stop."
She didn't stop, instead he felt two powerful hands grab his ass and pull him deeper into her mouth. His hands grabbed the back of her head as he exploded deep within her. He could feel the back of her throat constrict as if she were trying to swallow his cock. Spurt after spurt came forth. His whole body shook and he felt as if he was being turned inside out.
When he finally opened his eyes, she was looking up at him, her tongue was wrapped around my still- throbbing cock still stroking it, until her tongue captured the last of his cum. Joan sat back and smiled up at him.
"How was your first blow job? Did you enjoy it? I know I did."
“How did you know?”
“A girl just knows these things. Now, it's my turn," Joan said.
Joan licked her lips with obvious lust, her hands gliding up and pinching her already hard nipples. Next came Joan's pulled her leather pants off. Now only a black thong was between Jason and what was sure to be a dripping wet pussy. Joan stood with her legs spread wide apart, and the thrust her pelvis forward, causing the thin nylon material to stretch hard and tight over her bulging clit. A damp quarter size spot was visible right where her slit would be, and Jason moaned out loud while staring at the plump vagina straining to escape its prison!
Finally, Joan tuned around and gave Jason a full look at her hard round ass, covered only in the crack by the thin string line of her thong, while she tightened and untightened her buttocks, the muscles in her butt flexing up and down. With her back still turned, she grabbed her thong by the strings, and with one hard jerk, tore them from her pussy! Turning around slowly, Jason got his first look at Joan's patch of dark brown pubic hair! Jason gulped when he saw it, never before having seen such finely developed female.
"Do you like what you see don’t you," she asked!?
He felt the heat rise up through his body once more. Giddiness washed over him, making him feel as if he couldn't manage to speak if his life depended upon it.
She hooked a leg around him and pulled him closer. "Jason," she moaned in a low voice that had his blood pumping. "Now, Jason!"
Taken aback, Jason was sure that he had done or said something to offend her, and he jumped and pleaded, "I'm sorry if you're not happy with me, if it's anything I said or did, I'm very sorry!!!"
Suddenly, this was turning her on. “No Jason, you're the first man I've met to see me like this, and it’s taking time to adjust. So, continue” Joan said.
Jason thought what she said was strange. "The first man to see her like that" what a strange thing to say. But fumbling, he awkwardly managed to shove his pants down around his ankles as Joan rubbed herself against him. Then she cupped his ass in her hands and raised him so that they matched, center to center. He then was able to plunged into her body with one, hard, forceful thrust. She was so hot and wet that Jason felt as if he was sheathed within silk over steel.
Her face was flushed with sexual excitement. Joan grabbed Jason and placed him down on top of the break table. Then she climbed on top of him.
He now felt what a woman must feel like when a man forty or fifty pounds heavier than herself mounts her, which was intimidating to say the least!
Jason ran his hands all over Joan's upper torso, feeling the hard rippling muscles under her smooth taut skin. The feeling of strength and power she had over him made his penis stiffen like a piece of ridged steel! Everything about her was hard and strong, even her vagina, but still just as feminine as any he had ever touched!
Joan kissed him fervently all over his face, giving him a deep French kiss with a tongue that ticked the back of his throat. Her vagina muscles sucked him in with no effort, the muscles drawing him in and out with no effort. Joan sat up on his steel, all the muscles in her body seemed to bulge out, as if she were flexing them. Jason ran his hands over her chest, taking a moment to tweak her hard nipples, while she was lost in a sexual abandonment!
When she felt him begin to tip over into orgasm, her thighs moved faster, bouncing just a bit more. She held his head against her chest, careful that his mouth was able to reach air instead of flesh. Soft moans were flowed into his ear as she egged him into cumming.
She was is in a rhythm, as she pounded him. Her legs gripping his thighs like a vise as her hips thrust into him. She pulled her head up as his orgasm hit her and she cried out. She felt the first blast begin to coat her insides with his cum. Dropping down into his lap she closed her eyes, feeling the energy of his orgasm begin to feed her. While the time was short the sexual energy was tremendous, filling her like a meal would a human. Jason pumped once more, then fell unconscious.
For some time, she just sat there, her muscles flexing involuntary and feeling the added mass, adapting to them and inspecting them like a new set of clothes, wondering what just happened.
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Sexual energy feeds her muscles, bravo!! This is looking up with each chapter..........Karma to you!! Can't wait for the next installment........
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Interesting turn of events. Good writing keeps up, as well as the flow. I just hope she doesn't meet anyone who is into huge muscle she-bulls with cocks. That's going to be one heck of a change.
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Joan looked down at the passed-out Jason. He looked a little older, his face drawn and grey was at his temples. She wondered if that was because of her.
‘This is all very strange’ she thought as she lifted herself off of the sleeping man. She got dressed, grabbed the bottle and walked out to the front. She threw a hundred on the counter, opened the door and went out into the cold night to head home.
When she arrived home, she grabbed the book, her new clothes and the bottle and went inside. Placing the bottle and book in the den, she ran up stairs with her new clothes. She needed a relaxing bath, then to the book.
Joan went into the bathroom and started the water. She found a bottle of vitamin E oil and poured a dollop in, then a splash of witch hazel to relax her muscles. She walked back into the bedroom and started to undressed while the bath was running. Looking at the tear in her new pants, she felt her anger rise. ‘The little shit’, she thought, 'but on the bright side she could bring it back to the shop and see Sam again'. She felt a warm sensation down in her crotch at that thought.
She snapped back to the present and remembered her bath, she went back to the bathroom. The water had filled the tub and room now resembled a steam room more than anything. She turned the water off, wiped the condensation from the mirror and looked, she could see the slight smile on her face.
She looked at herself in the mirror again, smiled a broader smile and went back into the bedroom as she removed her halter and placed it at the end of the bed. She chuckled as she saw the cups of the halter standing proud on the bed. ‘My god am I that large’ she thought as she walked towards the bathroom taking her thong off as she entered. She then closed the door behind her to keep the steam in there.
Wiping the steamy mirror she saw a big voluptuous woman, her shoulders and hips wide, with giant yet firm breasts and a big round ass. Her legs were long and lovely, with big powerful thighs and calves. She was not at all fat. Her waist was trim, her arms and legs toned and muscular. Her skin was smooth and creamy; looking at her you would never guess that she had recently celebrated her thirty fifth birthday. She flexed her upper body, and watched with awe; at the rippling striations of muscle fiber.
She stepped into the tub and slowly lowering herself into the hot water. Feeling the water climbing on her skin as she lowered her frame into it.
She took a minute to just soak, the gentle warmth all around her, moving her arms and legs freely around, gently moving the water. She placed her hands on her stomach, and closed her eyes, she thought ‘What the heck she had time’.
She raised her hand to her large breast and smooth the skin on the underside, she could now fully understand how men go wild to feel a woman's breasts. Her fingers reached her area around her nipple, tweaking it between her fingers. She then moved away from it, crossing under her other breast and traveling up towards her nipple. She started to squeeze her huge tits watching her nipples grow and stand tall getting hard enough to cut diamonds. The warm sensation had now started moving beyond her stomach, shooting back and forth to her pussy.
She opened her eyes and saw that involuntarily her legs had spread open, her pussy waiting for her. She had slipped down the bath a little, she pulled herself up a little, as she slid her right hand down to her stomach. She continued teasing her left nipple, it was time to put some heat into the feelings in her pussy.
Her right hand moved over her stomach and down, below her navel she would normally have felt her full bush, but after the transformation it was small and somehow extremely trimmed. Her thoughts went to Greg, would this shock or turn him on. She hoped it would turn him on, but really did not care, being like this made her feel powerful. She didn't know it that was good or bad, but the sensation she was feeling in her pussy, the sensitivity was so much better like this.
Her hand slid downwards without obstruction toward her pussy, feeling more aroused than ever, she looked down to see her clit emerging from her, it looked more engorged than ever before or was that just because she could see it better, whichever, it was throbbing. When she touched her clit, her body tensed and made her back arch away from the bath. Her huge tits rose out of the water, showing how erect her nipples were. This it turned her on more, to see her nipples and then look between the valley, to her clit beyond. She knew that this was the kind of view every guy likes to see, and she now had it, and it turned her on. She could understand why it would turn a guy on. Hell, a guy or a girl, she could feel it herself.
She continued the circular motion on her clit and felt the pressure rising inside her, she changed her action to an up and down, slowing movement and sliding up and down her pussy lips, and back to her nub, she could feel muscles around her pussy contracting and expanding. She changed hands and actions she began a side-to-side movement across her clit.
She slid a finger inside herself and manipulated her g spot with it, resting her thumb on her clit she squeezed the two together heightening her pleasure. ‘Oh god this was going be one hell of an orgasm’ she thought as she was lost to the pleasure. She continued the side-to-side movement on both her g spot and her clit and it was nearly there. Electricity ran through her, emanating from her pussy to the outer reaches of her body, then shooting back toward her pussy. Each passed multiplied the feeling so when it reached her pussy powerful and warm. She tensed a couple of times then; she came and came and then came again.
She lay, almost comatose except for her breathing, it was taking a little time to get over that orgasm. Gradually, she calmed, lay gently and started sweeping the water across her stomach as though it was going to cool her. But that was just a comfort thing she was still too aroused for anything. She realized time had passed as she continued to pleasured herself, and that she must snap out of the post orgasmic state she was in, and get ready she gently pulled herself up to sit in the bath.
Time for the book.
She got out of the bath, dried herself off and went into the bedroom, placed Greg’s robe around her shoulders and went back downstairs to the den. She grabbed a glass from the kitchen, entered the den and poured herself a stiff drink. Looking over at the fireplace, she decided she wanted a fire, luckily Greg had left fresh wood on the grate, so lit fire. Joan felt her body relaxing into her chair as grabbed the book.
She lifted the leather-bound book with ragged edges, a strip of fabric holding it shut. The few pages visible were browning and weathered with age. The book looked like it belonged deep in the archives of a museum and not in her suburban home. Something about the book felt wrong. Like something dark was emanating from between the ancient covers.
She started to open the book, but it was locked. There was a wide flap of dry leather extending from the back cover of the book across the side and over to the middle of the front where it slipped into a flat, ornate lock. Bent did not give her a key. However, when she rested her hand on the lock, she heard a click and it opened.
She licked her lips, untying the book, and opening it with a cracking sound. It didn't seem to be a research book, like she thought Bank’s had given her, but an actual work in Mesopotamia. She couldn't even read the language used in the book, what was he thinking. Flipping back to the first at a page near the end. Her finger traced the words and she spoke softly, repeating foreign and unintelligible words.
“Dom marte, ces duncya, keb rata. Li-mon-eags. Dk’laykos kabal, I’mal tonce. Anrakis bol ikab. Tohn. Dom marte… ”
Her head rocked back and forth as she repeated the words; she could feel the power surround her. The fire dimmed in the fire place. As her eyes began to readjust to the darkness, she was sure that something was wrong with her vision because she could not believe what was in front of her. Standing there was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She was tall, with a body any Olympic athlete would die for.
She shook her head as if to clear an odd hallucination, but the nude woman remained standing before her. Seconds passed, then she exhaled deeply. A voice seemed to speak in Joan’s head. “Are the next one?" she asked. "I have been waiting many of your centuries."
Joan said “The next what? I don’t know, what you are talking about”
“Do you have the amulet?” the voice asked.
Joan reached down into the cleavage between her breast and brought the amulet out.
“You have been chosen like, I so many years ago” the voice said. The she extended her hand and dark energy flowed in to the amulet. “Take the rest of me and I can be at peace”.
The stone then detached itself from the amulet began to dissipate, as the power flowed in, slowly sinking right into Joan. In moments it was gone leaving only the chain around her neck. Her whole body convulsed in a wave of pleasure that brought her head to her knees. Though she had nothing to compare it to, she was sure no human being had ever felt the way she had in that instant. She nearly lost herself to it. Her breath became labored and heavy.
"Fuck-YES! More!" She moaned deep. Her body swelled with every breath she took in. She inhaled and felt her skin stretch tight over muscles that bunched harder with every twitch of her frame. Sweat beaded on her breasts and stomach and rolled off into sleek lines followed quickly by chiseled crevices across her waist. The channel of power widened.
"Mmm-please! I need it! All of it." Raw, pure power filled her every cell. She was impregnable. She felt it. She knew it.
A smile, lit Joan’s beautiful face as she traced her new expanded body. Her skin glowed sopping every last bit of energy from the crystal. Her stomach felt like a steel wall of muscle and her enlarged breasts soft to her touch. She was the living embodiment of perfection and power.
Now old and drained, the women waited, until it was over. “I am Ishtar, or what remains of her essence. Let me tell you a story of how this all started.” she said.
It was a story of a little girl playing in the fields when a bright light flashed across the sky and something hit the ground with a boom. Curiosity got the best of the little girl and she wanted to see what the pretty light was. So, she made her way through the farm fields until she came to the spot where the object from the sky had landed. As she approached, in the center of the small crater, sat a small, roughly spherical, black crystal. The crystal seemed to be drawing light into it and had a soft whispering sound that drew Ishtar to it.
She stared at the crystal, then reached down and picked it up. She stiffened as if they had received an electric shock, causing her to drop the stone. With amazement on her face the crystal rose to the level of her chest, then floated toward her to dissolved into her chest. She then stiffened and fell back into the grass.
She seemed dazed, but otherwise unhurt, then quickly rose, dusting herself off. She opened her tunic and checked her short, flat frame for cuts or bruises and found none. Not even a spot in the area where the crystal dissolved.
She later found out that the crystal was from a distant planet that exploded. Somehow a virus had attached itself to the crystal when it was thrown off the plant. While traveling through space, it was modified by the radiation giving off by supernovas, its DNA rewritten in fields of dark matter, until it was in its present form. In that form, if it infected someone, it had the ability it to rewrite that person DNA and transfer the energy it had absorbed during its travels.
Ishtar then told Joan of her transformation, her long life, and the final decision to give up her power. She wrote the book in Joan’s lap for the next one to receive the power. She had an amulet made and her final act was to pull the virus and all of her power back into a crystal form and fuse it with the amulet with the instructions to find the next one.
“Remember, power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great females are almost always bad..." Ishtar said. “You will be seduced by the darkness, temped to embrace the darkness. But be warned, it will only lead to destruction”
Then Ishtar was gone.
Joan opened the book again and started to flip through the pages the words seemed to blur in her vision for a moment. Joan rubbed her eyes; it had been a long day. And to think, she had many more hours of this to trudge through tonight. She had been struggling to keep the mounting headache at bay, and was obviously failing.
And then, suddenly, the headache disappeared and her mind became totally clear. She noticed that the words were now written in English. When did that happen?
Joan redirected her full attention on the old book in front of her, starting to read the text for the first time.
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Another great read......she can take life energy to feed her muscles, even better.....karma karma to you
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Joan sat there for the next half-hour reading what was in the book. She skimmed most of the book since it was so long. It basically informed her improved health, lengthening of lifespan, changing her brain function, sharpening her intellect and improving your sexual being. It told her about the powers she now had and how to control them. What she can, and cannot change or do.
It started out tell her about how transformation had rewired her brain, and now she had access to what normal people are incapable of accessing. It tore away the barrier between the conscious mind and underdeveloped regions of the mind. Her mind was now fully awake. In comparison to the feeble light of a candle, it was like the blazing sun illuminating the way through the dark forest.
The abilities were connected to her mind and could be activated and controlled through conscious effort and concentration. As her mind and mental capacity grew, the accuracy, precision, range and strength will increase and finally you will anything at a subatomic, particle, and universal level.
It explained to her that her mind, was a physical muscle, and just like all her muscles it was enhanced. However, just because she had the gift, she wouldn’t be able to lift up an elephant without training. Joan thought ‘This will take serious practice before you will be able to lift up something heavier with your mind.’ As a smile crossed her face.
‘Well, let’s try some of these new found powers’ she thought, ‘first something small’. She saw some pens on the desk in the corner. Joan looked at them, losing focus she seemed to stare straight ahead past the desk, then her eyes went black and the room got colder as she pulled on the dark energy surrounding her.
Pens lifted off from the desk. They hung, bouncing slightly, in the air. She gasped at the pens floating and lost her concentration and the pens fell back to the desk.
The precise limits of her ability are really unknown, but with practice she would be able to move or lift amazing things the book went on.
Joan concentrated on the glass of bourbon. She saw with her mind, lifting it, and then physically watching it do so. Then lowering it with her mind to the surface of the side table. A splash of bourbon sloshed over the side.
‘I do lack fine motor control,’ she thought ‘Don’t want to pour myself a drink with my mind, yet.’ She chuckled out loud.
Now, lets see something heavy. She looked at the lazy-boy in the corner. Concentrating on it she saw it was slowly rising into the air. When it was about 4 feet in the air she rotated it, then it slowly back to the ground. Beads of sweat had crossed her forehead. She determined this will take some time.
As she read on, the text stated in time she would be able to change anything she could imagine. Joan had trouble believing that one. So, Joan started out small and discovered that when she focused on a certain area in the room every minute detail, visible or not, of everything there, as if that physical location was simply one of her own thoughts. She found she could alter things in that area just by thinking something they it was something different. It felt so strange, just seeing it fluidly change as her thoughts go from one object to another.
She read about her telepathy. No, that’s too specific. The book told her she could read minds and also implant suggestions. Was she now a psychic? The booked described how she could attune herself to other but she need to clear her mind through simple meditation.
She got off her recliner and sat down on the floor. During college she took a class in meditation so she sat like she had been taught. folded and crossed, feet tucked under each opposite calf, hands resting on her thighs. She stretched her arms and adjusted her legs so the left was in front of the right, making sure my robe covered her.
In her mind she went to her favorite place. She could feel the sand, the ocean, the rocks, the torches, the sky, the moon, the stars. She was at the center. Everything connected to her and she was connected to everything. She reached out with her mine, not too far, just focus on her the immediate vicinity, she took her time. Keeping her eyes closed.
Then she heard Bob. her next store neighbor, in her mine on the phone talking to someone. “I can’t believe she left me. I told her I had nothing to do with it. It was all my next door neighbor, Joan, she just went nuts at the party.”
Joan could not hear the other person on the phone, but Bob responded “When she frenched kissed me, she set my blood on fire. I had to dance with her. She has one of the best asses I have ever felt up. Who knew”?
Joan withdrew from his mind to regain some strength and to consider how to proceed. She could not believe she had just read his mine. To think his wife left him because of her, and knowing he thought she had a fine ass then; wait to he saw her now. She shuddered at the thought.
Bob had a very fit, 6′2″ muscular body, with dark short brown hair, and a way of moving that told you that he was a confidant man. He had a look that suggested a Greek or Italian ancestry, and an attitude that said that no one had better get in his way. Man, he is going to be fun to tame, Joan thought to herself.
Joan had to consider how to approach this unexpected problem. She felt a chill run up her back, she liked the thought of being a homewrecker, making other women so jealous that they would leave their husbands. She decided to find out more.
So, she reconnected with his mind and the quick peek into his mind revealed several things. He had a strong domineering personality, which she knew, but buried deep underneath was a strong untouched submissive streak. She had known he was overbearing, but she saw how he treated his wife and did not like it.
Joan withdrew and paused for a minute. That information came rather easily, she thought, which means that either he is easy to read, or I’m getting better at this. She guessed she’d find out when she inserted some suggestions. What really requires some thought, was what suggestions she would make and how to apply them. She sensed peaks and valleys in his mental landscape that would be tricky to overcome.
Joan entered his mind again, and noted with a grin that yes, it was easier. She must be getting better at this. Now for the suggestions. She wanted him to feel what it was like to be dominated. Bringing out the submissive streak in him was going to be much more difficult however. After skipping through his mind awhile she determined that the only way to get him to submit to her was to defeat her utterly on a field of combat of his choosing, or at least a field of combat he thought he choose. She decided that combat field was going to be sex.
She next focused on his body and became one with it, an apparently very difficult feat as it nearly exhausted her. Once joined she felt everything his body felt and decided to have fun with him. She mentally stroked his hard cock and as she did so she felt it, not as a woman feeling a man, but as a man feeling his own dick. The sensation was amazing. She could feel the tingling, tickling, and sparkling of a million nerve endings all firing at once. She could feel the hanging balls as they tightened, surged, and readied themselves; the miraculous synchronization of breathing, blood, and skin all joining together to create the most mind-blowing sensation imaginable. Faster and faster, she stroked until he came in an explosion of cum.
He was too far gone for her to have any more control as his load erupted out of him. So se just went with feeling what it was like. Afterward, she moved his other hand to the tip of his erupting cock and she collected the rest of his cum with her hand. God! She actually felt his hand was dripping with the ejaculate!
Joan slipped out of his mine due to exhaustion. She had done to much today as she gathered herself up and went to bed.
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She had awakened way too horny to get back to sleep. Her thoughts were on her enhanced body while her fingers traced fiery trails over her body. She could not believe how she felt. She had kicked the blankets off the bed and laid there in all her glory. Her breasts thrust up, supernaturally almost, as she lay on her back. One hand was busy fingering her now wet pussy and the other was pinching her fat nipples. They were an inch long and as big around as her index finger. Joan tried something new. Pulling her tit towards her face and bending her head down, she found that she could easily take the nipple and some surrounding tit flesh into her eager mouth. She sucked hard at the stiff nipple and felt a surge of wetness in her cunt. 'This is marvelous!' she thought. Her body was responding to stimulation to her nipple. Her clit swelled even more and tingled with pleasure. One hand went down and played with it, stroking it like a miniature phallus.
Within seconds an orgasm of incredible intensity crashed through her muscular body. She wasn't even aware of her squealing as wave upon wave of pleasure caused her to thrash around on the sweat soaked bed. She sucked with a fierceness now at her nipple, and suddenly gushes of pussy juice shot from her cunt, wetting her smooth young thighs and pooling between them!
"Ohhhh God!" She exclaimed, furiously fingering her drenched pussy.
It was the most amazing sensation Joan had ever felt, and she wanted it to continue for hours! Three hours later, Joan passed out in exhaustion, having climaxed dozens of times.
She woke up this morning in a very aroused state, and from what she had learned last night had her mind started racing, thinking about all the interesting ways she could satisfy test herself. Turns out, she had a lot of good ideas!
She absolutely had to have a man on top of her with his hard penis fucking her pussy, hard and rough. She was in a mood to have someone inside her, fucking me wildly like a drunken sailor! She didn't want small talk, names, or history, she just wanted him to stick his dick in and pump hard.
"Where" could be a rest room, a back hallway, the back seat of his car, a coffee shop, a bar, a library. I'd prefer a park, but the weather was not conducive to outdoor play. She decided it was going to be the mall.
And then, what to wear? What would make a man want to fuck her?
Joan looked in her mirror for a quick inspection before she went out. Her massive chest strained at a V-necked white halter under a short jacket. Her taut belly showed bare. So did the bottoms of her breasts, where they swelled away from her body; the top had not been designed for anyone with her exaggerated proportions. Form-fitting charcoal-red capris covered her legs to mid-calf. White pumps with three-inch spiked heels completed the outfit, adding to her already imposing height. Joan raised her arms and wound them in her thick mane of hair, piling the rich red tresses high to add even more to her stature, and turned back and forth on her toes.
‘Yes, this would do, Sam really had great tastes’ she thought. With that she headed to the mall to find this horny stud.
Joan found a great parking space close to the mall entrance, right next to handicap parking spaces. At first, she thought it may be luck, and then realized that she expected to find a good spot and did. Was that a coincidence or a byproduct of her new powers?
She climbed out of her old Caprice, heaving the door shut; it creaked as it slowly slammed shut. She focused and tried to change it into a Mercedes, but nothing happened. She sighed; she really needed to get a new car. She could steel one but, when she had stopped at a gas station and filled her tank, she thought that she did not need to pay anymore. But, stealing for the sake of stealing would be abuse the power she now had. So, stealing a car was out of the question.
Making her way onto the mall, Joan became the focal point of every one that could see her. A smug smile drew across her lips and she swayed her hips to give them something to dream about at night. She released some of her pheromones, touching a portion of her available power.
Joan felt amazing and was crazy to her test powers and see its effect on men. The mall was nearly empty, since it wasn't very popular and it was the middle of the week in a working hour. That's why she chosen it she wanted to be in control of the situation.
As she walked some guys passed her by, mostly boys, who couldn't help but stare at her body. God! The constant ogling and the turning heads were getting her. So... why not play a little teasing game, what was getting into her?
She entered a computer store, it was small with a big counter in the middle displaying boxes of programs and lots of games, a thin nerdy guy in his early twenties was standing in front of another counter in the back of the store. A perfect victim!
"How can… I help you?" he stuttered as his eyes made a quick appraisal of her body. The reaction the kid had was comical, he was nearly drooling, she doubted he had ever seen someone like her.
‘This will be fun’ she thought as a she sauntered over to him, giving him a playful smile.
She looked down and read his name tag "Oh... I'm just browsing Eddie... in fact I'd like to check the new games" she said while bending to catch a game box in a low row.
“Do you mind if I take this off?” She said already opening her mini jacket up, underneath it was something closer of a bra than a halter, hardly containing her breasts. The V in her halter barely contained her large tits. She made sure that he was just in the position to see it all the way.
She decided to tease him a little more, she flexed her tits, giving his eyes a full view of her partially exposed breasts. Her nipples were poking out like hard diamonds.
Poor Eddie gasped with wide eyed surprise! She held that pose, looking at him and asking coyly "Which one is better..." she pretended not to notice that her hardening nipples were in his full view, and pointed to the computer games, "... this one or that one?" She flexed her arm discretely which pushed the side of her breasts in, making her tits push out as she pointed to each box in turn. She was giving him a great show and he was hard pressed just to understand what she was saying or asking.
Joan couldn't help herself as the darkness started awakening in her, and this time she was not going to deny it. She slowly released some more of her pheromones as the little show continued. Glancing up toward him she caught him looking down her at her halter. Today she was feeling a little nastier than the last time this feeling came over her. Her pussy was already soaked with excitement, so she just went on.
She glanced down at his crotch noting he was sporting a big hard on. She could still walk away.
Joan carefully scanned his thoughts. She was getting better, and managed to read his mind without making him noticing. All he could think of was how perfect Joan looked, but underlying the strong desire he had to jump her bones was a deep fear that someone like her would never be with him.
She didn't know why, suddenly it seemed wrong just to leave him there... unsatisfied. It was happening again, like at the liquor store; she was so aroused that she couldn't help but continue with the flirting. She straightened herself and looked to at his crotch, his hard cock was making a tent on his trousers! He was breathing hard and sweating, the kid was very excited!
She made no secret that she had noticed. "Did I make you do that?" Then gave him one of her most seductive smiles, licked her lips with her long tongue. And that was the threshold when it was too much for him, as the blood drained down from his head to his cock, and he fainted.
She knelt down beside him, noticing his hard cock saluting at her. God this was all new to her, she never had this effect on anyone before. Just like the other time, shivers of lust ran through her spine and she just couldn't control her desires yet. She started shaking him trying to bring him back to conscience.
She stammered, "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...!" But the tent in his pants was just too much. Then as if a switch went off in her head, her hands grabbed his dick and she said " "Very impressive, Eddie."
He mumbled an answer which she could not understand, but she knew what he wanted. She started to unzip his fly. “But I know just how to make up for it... I'll just jerk you off and it'll be all right." She said this in such a sultry way that he came alert.
What was happening to her? This was just a kid; she would never do such a thing! But right now, she was dripping wet just to think of jerking him off.
He got up very embarrassed, then led her to the storage room in the back of the store and locked the door, nobody would see them, and she felt safe to do whatever she wanted to do.
She did not know why, but knew she wanted, no, she HAD to bring this kid to orgasm! This thought gave her shivers of lust and she quickly took his hard member out, his eyes were on her tits, longing to see them again. She moved her body with grace and soon the straps to the halter were on her shoulders, nearly falling of her arms.
Her hand was gently jerking him off, making him even harder. The movement caused the straps to finally fall, only her firm bust kept the top from sliding to my hips. "Do you want to see these rock hard tits?” She couldn't believe she was talking like that! As she flexed them up and down, “Do you like them?"
"Oh, God," he groaned as Joan’s hand was on his cock again. He thought ‘Unbelievably this is was not what he expected when he came to work this morning’. As her hand slowly stroked his raging hard-on, he couldn't believe the feelings he was experiencing. Each movement sent shivers through him, he wanted this to last forever.
"Your cock is so fucking big, Eddie," Joan purred. "How do you not have the girls lining up?
He laughed, "That’s is funny. I work in a computer store and live in my parents’ basement. Girls lining up for me? You are my first."
"No one has had this big dick yet?" She asked, genuinely surprised.
No," he admitted. "Before you, I've never even kissed a girl."
"So, I have a twenty something year old virgin in front of me?" she asked.
When he nodded, she moved her body a little harder and gave one final flex which had her halter fly off, giving him a view of her firm tits in full view, the big hard nipples pointing to his eyes. Joan held them like she was a stripper: “Aren’t they amazing?”
“They have grown a bit lately” she said cupping her both breasts.
She grabbed his head and buried his face within the deep valley of cleavage.
"Mmmmmm, you like these titties, don't you?" Joan purred; her breasts so large she could squeeze them around both sides of his head.
"I love these big tits," he replied.
She reached down and grabbed his cock again, and gave a tight squeeze. His precum wetting her hand.
‘God! What was I doing?!’ Joan thought. Her she was standing in front of a kid she just met, jerking his cock and his hands were fondling my boobs! But the darkness had control.
"You really are such a bad boy behind that geeky exterior," she purred as she released a little more pheromone.
He sucked in her scent with a shudder. He looked up at her unable to speak, and unsure what he would say if he could. The fantasy of his life was standing in front of him. He couldn't hold on to any thoughts and felt totally overwhelmed.
Joan provided a much-needed distraction by asking, "And you have never eaten pussy either?" By this point that was pretty obvious he had never done anything.
She had a wicked smile on her face as she walked back to a corner desk in the back corner. She started doing that "bump and grind" walk of hers. Joan cleared the desk with one hand sending paper everywhere. She pulled down her capris, sat down on a desk spreading both legs and exposing her inners.
He stumbled awkwardly between her legs and managed to get to his knees and was now staring at Joan’s black panties that were hiding the first pussy I would ever see that wasn't on the internet.
"Hungry, Big Eddie?" She teased.
He nodded, still mentally comatose.
She was really starting to enjoy this. Then she lifted her ass up and ordered, not a request but an order, "Can you help me with these?"
"Sure," he nodded, his hands trembling as he reached up to her panties and pulled them off.
Once he had them off, she said in a deep husky voice, "Like?"
He was stunned and whimpered out “Who wouldn’t”
"Good answer," she purred, as she wrapped her muscular legs him and pulled him in, face first.
He didn't need any more instructions as he began licking. He had watched a lot of lesbian porn and also read a lot about the art of cunnilingus in hopeful preparation for this exact moment.
Her moans encouraged him and she said, "Oh yeah, that's it."
Then to his surprise she said to him, "You are about to lose virginity, Eddie."
"God, yes!!!" he cried eagerly.
"Then come up here and fuck me with that monster dick," she demanded in the sexiest way a woman could ever utter such a sentence.
"Oh fuck, yes," she groaned loudly, as she pulled his entire cock into her tight pussy. Her interior muscles stroked his massive dick in and out. Instinct and common sense took over as he began pumping his hips and fucking her.
"Harder, Eddie. Slam that mother fucking prick deep in my hole," she moaned, wrapping her amazon legs tightly around him.
"Oh fuck, fuck, shit, yes, don't stop for an instant you mother fucking stud!" She ordered, strongly bucking her ass up to meet his strokes.
"Oh yes, use me, you fucking stud," she demanded, as he fucked her as hard as he could.
After a few more strokes, he knew he was very close and wasn't sure where to cum. He warned, "I'm not going to last much longer."
"Come in my cunt," she demanded. "I want to feel that load shooting deep inside me."
"Oh yes, fill my cunt with your cum," she moaned, looking back directly into my eyes with a mixture of lust and euphoria.
With that he exploded in her, his orgasm lasting minutes as his dick finally pulled out of her.
Unclenching her eyes, she looked him directly in the eyes, her eyes going entirely black, and then, with another moan, which this time became a scream, she came. She came in waves and waves. Her knees began to buckle. He felt her violently shaking, and then, with a massive, throaty yell, total release came. Her eyes open to see the effect it was having as she continued to shake and shiver. Then, finally, her convulsions began to lessen.
"Wow, that is a lot of cum," Joan admired, again obviously impressed.
She gave him a big, satisfied grin. "For a virgin you sure can fuck!"
The kid was exhausted and, as far as she could notice, very satisfied. She got on her feet again and started to walked away.
“Enjoy your first?”
"God, yes," He nodded then passed out.
With that her eyes took on the look a predator, that was what she wanted to hear. She liked it too, the feeling was utterly indescribable to feel strength surge through her every pore of her being and she could sense herself growing even more powerful.
She knew what the sensation was, and smiled, licking her lips. She was absorbing Eddies’ energy, energy formed by his youthful sexual urges. Eddie’s body rose a few inches from the desk as Joan felt the energy flow into her. She felt his vitality and stamina flowing into her body, making her nearly gasp from how good it felt. She savored the in the sensation feeling more awake and energetic. There was no outward sign of improvement, but by the time it stopped she felt energized and alive then she ever felt. She looked down at the kid and it looked like he had aged 10 years.
She put her outfit back on looking in a mirror next to the desk. She seemed to enjoy cupping and making sure they sat properly in the halter, without them looking like they were trying to escape. She then grabbed her panties and looked back at Eddie.
She tossed her panties on top of him, telling the passed-out kid, "Studmuffin, here's a memento of your first time.” Then she walked back out of the stockroom and back into the mal.
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great chapter, she is exercising power and feeding on vitality, oh boy!! When is she going to go to a gym and exercise her muscles or see what she can take from a huge bodybuilder???? KARMA to you, can't wait for the next installment!!
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Well done, I like how she continues to explore her new self
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Great new chapter!
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As Joan left the store, she thought how she first started out today, she was a little self-conscious, so she had to forced herself to act like this naturally; and soon she realized that she enjoyed having their eyes undress me. As she walked down the mall, she even found herself trying to catch men looking at her, watching their faces as their eyes wander all over her muscular body. She spied a teenage boy staring at her, and without even realizing what she was doing, she stretched her arms up, pressing her breasts against the halter enjoying the look on his face as he stared at her breasts straining against the fabric.
Her piercing eyes scanned both men and women around her, who in response were looking intensively at her. She smiled with a wicked grin, swaying her hips erotically from side to side, allowing her boobs to bounce in the progress.
She noticed a couple guys following her. ‘Time for even more fun,’ Joan thought. As she stopped and pretended to be interested in a dress in a window display, when she looked back, she noticed they were now stopped. She started walking again and they were they right behind her. She had to admit that, this was all new to her, men never followed her, and was getting very turned-on by this.
She dropped her purse and slowly bent over to pick it up. Knowing that these men were watching was making her even hotter. She never realized that acting like a slut would feel so sexy, so confident, so powerful. Stealing a glance at her followers, she saw that they are stopped again, if she wasn't so turned-on, she would have to laugh. ‘Now to give them a thrill’ she thought as she stood up.
Her muscles moved erotically as she swayed her body from side to side. They bulged with untapped power, filled with her strength and might. Her massive bust was rising up with each heavy breath and she made sure to tense her physique just enough to really show how hard and shapely her body was. She started to swirl and sway slowly from side to side, stretching her strong body erotically. She turned to them and saw they all had hard-ons.
Joan smiled her wicked little smile as she said. "Like what you see?"
They just stood there staring at her with their mouths wide open. She turned and continued walking away knowing that they were watching her ass as it swayed back and forth as she walked out of the mall.
As she got into her car, she wondered what she would do next. She really needed to talk to some one about these changes that she was going through. Her best friend Hannah came to mind. She had not seen her since she got divorced and bought her place. If anyone would understand it would be her. Plus, it would be girl time and she could get her head straight.
Joan had not been driving long when she saw the Rt. 309 intersection coming near. She was really enjoying the day. Her mind was on pour Eddie, when glanced down at the gages and her heart stopped. She had two red lights glowing on the dash; one was the temp and the other the oil. She then realized that she smelled a burning oil smell and saw all kinds of white smoke coming from Caprice. She remembered that time and time again Greg would tell her that if she ever saw one of the red lights come on, she had to stop right then, here she had two of them bright red. Joan pulled over to the side and turned off the motor; she reached for her cell phone only to see she did not bring it with her when she left the house.
She climbed out of her old Caprice, heaving the door shut; it creaked as it slowly slammed shut. She focused and tried to change it into a Mercedes, but nothing happened. She sighed; she really needed to get a new car. That’s it I am tired of this thing; Joan brought her fist back and demolished the Caprice’s hood. The impact left a huge dent in the hood.
She knew area and figured someone would stop to give her a hand, this neighborhood was pretty nice and the people around here were all friendly. By the time the motor stopped making the turning over sound like some kind of truck, a man stopped. She was standing by her car looking at the hood and steam coming out from under the hood a pickup truck pulled in behind her.
An older gentleman got out of the truck and said "Hello Ma’am I don’t know much about cars, but I think you need some help. Can I give you a lift?"
Joan knew with her new and improved body had nothing to worry about, but she was not stupid and said "no thank you, but you could call a tow truck for me if you have a cell phone"
“Sure thing Ma’am, I know a tow truck service real close, are you a AAA member?"
Joan said "yes" and he went back to his car and made a call. When he came back, he told her a tow truck was on the way and he told me he would stay with me until the truck got there. She thanked him and we started with small talk.
“Do you mind if I ask what happened to your hood” he asked, looking at the huge dent.
Joan cracked her knuckles like she had seen in the movies and said, “I got a little carried away” as she smiled at him wily.
She looked over at him and smiled. "Thanks. What else do you want to know." She offered.
"How strong are you?"
Her smile got even wider. "Very strong." She said confidently leaning toward him as she said it.
Joan was just standing relaxed, looking like a fitness competitor, with the exception of a huge bust. She flexed her arms and her upper body exploded with muscle. Her biceps hardened up showing massive size and forming into a huge mountain that was the size of a softball. Her pecs looked amazing as they pushed outward showing deep grooves.
"I have yet to try to maxed myself out yet because it could dangerous, but I don't think there is a woman who is even close to my strength" she told him. Then she gave him a wink.
"Really." He was looking at her with his mouth open.
"Really."
He just stared back into her beautiful eyes and gulped. All this talk about her muscles was getting him excited, but the way she leaned toward him sent him over the top giving him the hardest erection.
Joan, with a great deal of exaggeration, bent forward, gave him good look at her tits. Then she seductively she moved toward him and surprised him by grabbing his crotch, just firmly enough to let him know she was in charge as the tow truck pulled up. "Thanks for your help."
The tow truck arrived and the nice man that was helping me left. Funny thing, all the time we talked he never told me his name.
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I’m really enjoying this story. It’s very unlike the rest.
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Love the realism of the story that surrounds her.....a Caprice of all things that eats oil. Love it, keep going. Karma
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The driver got out of the truck and walked up to Joan
"Hi miss. What seems to be the problem?" the driver asked.
"All of a sudden my check engine and oil light came on and it just shut off. I was able to coast to the side of the road," she replied.
The tow truck driver popped the hood with some difficulty do to the huge dent and a couple of minutes later announced that unfortunately it looked like something was causing the oil leak but it was not evident. He asked where I'd like to be towed, their shop or another.
"Okay, your shop. Can I ride with you?" She asked.
"Sure. Hop in."
The driver backed his truck up to the front of the Caprice and Joan asked what the chance was of having the repair done today. The driver gave her a surprised look when he saw how she was dressed and figured she must have been a long night and wanted to get home. But told her that he thought that maybe they might be able to work something out, however, it would be up to the boss back at the garage. She smiled at him, and thanked him. As she was walking up to the truck, she looked down at the front of her halter and sure enough, her nipples were prominently poking through the thin material, like diamonds in the rough. She was sure that's what the driver noticed when she started talking to him.
Once he got the car hooked up, he got in and they headed off for the garage. The driver seemed friendly enough, but was kind of shy or maybe just quiet. He did have a wedding ring on, so maybe he was just uncomfortable being so close to a woman other than his wife. Especially, who was dressed and looked like her.
As he kept glancing at her, she noticed a bulge developing in his crotch. As she caught his eye, the next thing he noticed was her reaching out and grabbing his dick. "What the hell" he blurted out.
Continuing to cup and rub his dick she whispered, "I figured I give you a hand" and really starting to rub his bulge lightly with her finger nails as chill went up his spine. "Don't tell me you aren't horny right now,” as they pulled into the station she said seductively.
The service station was a 4-bay garage with an office attached, the shop looked well-kept and it was obviously a busy operation. The driver got out of the truck, trying to hide his erection, unhooked the car and managed to get the Caprice into the bay. He suggested Joan could wait in the office until they had a handle on what was wrong with the car.
Joan thanked him and walked into the office and headed to the front desk, someone is already in line so she waited her turn. The counter man at the desk pointed to the waiting area and said to take a seat and he would get right to her. There were three men seated in the waiting area and as she walked over, she noted two of them were checking her out. ‘Oh god, here we go again,’ she thought as her nipples start to press into halter top.
Being in a car repair shop with so many men around, and dressed as she was, got her feeling a bit turned on. She glanced through the windows leading out into the shop and saw a couple of guys checking her out. She started feeling her pussy starting to dampen. ‘This is crazy shit,’ she thought to herself as she sat down to wait.
After about 10 minutes, the owner of the shop came in and motioned her over.
“We are going to have to get into the engine to find out what’s going on and will have to keep it overnight” he said.
Joan frowned. “Well, I have to uber or something.”
‘Um, something,’ Joan thought as she slipped into his mind and released her pheromones. She leaned a little closer to him, making sure that his eyes never left her breasts. Her body was now an asset and she decided to use it to its fullest potential.
While he was totally distracted, she mentally suggested to him to lend her his car for the night.
“Tell you what, why don’t you take my Vette for the night. A lady like yourself should never use a uber”. He turned to his counter man and said, “Write her up for my car as a loaner” and gave Joan the keys.
Joan filled out the paperwork to a bewildered counter man. She asked him where the Vette was and he gave her quick directions to it. As she left, she had a wicked smile on her face, as they all watched her ass sway in her tight pants.
As she got in the Vette and drove away, she thought ‘that was easy’.
A few moments later she thought ‘what am I becoming, thinking that was easy’. She needed to talk with Hannah about what was coming over her. But with Hannah everything included wine. So, she picked up a bottle and drove to her best friend’s house.
Joan nervously got out of the Vette, grabbed the bag on her seat and locked the car. To say she was nervous would be the understatement of the century. She was about to walk into a situation, where she didn't really know how Hannah would take the new Joan. But she had to at least share with someone what she was going through.
She knocked on the door and waited to see her Hannah expression.
The door opened and Hannah said, “Can I help you,”
“Now don’t flip out but it’s me Joan. Somethings happened to me and I need someone to talk to.”
She didn't even recognize her at first, the sight of this muscular female on her doorstep bore virtually no resemblance to the lanky, awkward girl she had known a week or more ago. She stared, paralyzed with awe and a little fear.
“Bullshit” said Hannah. "Who are... wait... is that you... Joan,' she said, her voice reeling with shock. "My God, is that really you? Are you alright? What... why are you here? What's going on?"
“Ask me anything about me or our friendship and see if I can answer it. I need to prove to you that’s it me.” Joan went on to tell her.
She must have spent a solid minute or two just standing and Hannah was just gawking at the massive women standing before her. When Hannah looked at Joan’s face and could see her best friends features but this was too much. She thought about a question only the two of them would know.
“Ok, when we were in college, what was the name of the nerdy lab assistance in chemistry class, who had the crush on you” Hannah asked.
“You mean Dave the dork” Joan chuckled.
The door flew open, and Hannah stood there, a huge beam on her face. Without a word, both girls just threw their arms around each other and embraced. Even despite the circumstances, they were still best friends. With that Hannah smiled and invited her in. “Ok tell me about it”
Joan entered Hannah home. She smelled amazing and Hannah couldn't help but notice that she stood a couple of inches taller than her as she looked up into her beautiful eyes. She considered herself tall at 5 foot 10 inches and was accustomed to looking down at most people. She was wearing what looked like 3-inch heels, but still, the whole experience of this tall strong woman towering over her was intoxicating.
Joan went on to tell her the whole story, the costume, the amulet, then waking up like this and then the story about Ishtar. Joan left out her developing powers since she really didn’t how to explain those.
"What do you think?" Joan finally asked, breaking the silence.
"God damn..." was all Hannah could muster.
As they gently rocked in each other's arms, Hannah could feel Joan’s rock-hard tits press into her body, slightly turning her on.
"It's so good to see you! I feel like it's been ages!" Hannah told her,
"I know!" Joan looked at Hannah. "But with your divorce and moving, things just got away."
"Oh yes, you haven't been here, have you?" Hannah released her friend and led her inside. "You want the tour?"
"Do you even need to ask?"
With that, Hannah immediately led her through the house, visiting each room one by one. First, the kitchen, then the living and dining room, each furnished with brand new furniture courtesy of the divorce. From what Joan had heard she took her ex for a boat load of money.
"Finally, my bedroom!" she led her into the final room of the house. "The bed is new, cost a fortune, but very comfortable. Plenty of closet space as well. And the master bath is through there.
After the tour, Hannah looked at Joan and said “We need wine.”
Joan, she pulled a bottle of wine out of the bag she brought in. “I thought it would come down to that” laughing like they were in school again.
“Now you are talking,” as Hannah grabbed a couple of glasses and Joan poured.
Now many would wonder how Hannah and Joan became friends, being so different in almost every way, but isn't that always the case?
Hannah was an extreme extrovert, while Joan was an extreme introvert wishing she was an extrovert.
Hannah was sexually promiscuous while Joan had exactly three boyfriends, two who she had slept with and one of those was Greg.
Hannah always dressed like a fashion model while she would dress like a nerd.
Hannah barely graduated college and if it wasn't for a couple blow jobs to nerds who wrote her essays she may not have, while Joan finished with honors in every class.
She was a cheerleader while Joan was in the chess club.
That said, they did have some things in common: they both loved to travel, eighties movies, the Backstreet Boys (it was their first concert), they were both sarcastic and both believed in fate (the belief that things happen for a reason.).
Sarcastically Hannah quipped, "Why don't we find some sexy stud and spend the night in a sweaty threesome?"
Ignoring Hannah sarcasm, as Joan was apt to do when it was aimed at her, she purred, "Now you are talking."
"I was kidding," Hannah sighed, before adding, "there is no way in hell you are getting me to go to a bar, especially with you looking like that."
"Well, I am going," Joan announced, in the decision is made and that is that tone, before adding, "It's on my bucket list."
Hannah snapped, "What bucket list! The girl who was afraid to try sushi, now has a bucket list."
Joan rolled her eyes and brought her right arm up and flexed her bicep. The transformation that happened before Hannah eyes was spectacular. Her bicep seemed to triple in size forming a tall peak. It even looked like it had a point at the top as it rose above her shoulder. Her bicep had a deep split halfway up that made it look like she had a bicep on top of her bicep.
Hannah was captivated as she watched Joan flex her bicep into a rock-hard ball and then rub it with her left hand. She could see every detail of her bicep under her paper-thin skin. “I have gotten over some of my fears.” Joan said mischievously.
She countered right back, "Damn girl"
"So how big do you think my arms are?" Joan asked as she proudly raised her right arm flexing hard.
"I have no idea, it looks huge." Hannah replied
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She kept her arm up flexing hard. "Go ahead, it won't bite, give it a good feel and guess how big." She insisted.
She put her hand over the Joan’s bicep and couldn't believe how hard and defined it felt. Her bicep was beautiful as Hannah felt around feeling her smooth warm skin.
It was like time stood still as Hannah stared wide eyed in amazement. She sensed she had probably been staring for too long and glanced up to find that Joan was watching her with a grin on her face that said she knew what I was thinking.
“I guess you have gotten over your fears, so back to the bucket list,” said Hannah
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Great addition, can't wait to hear what's on the bucket list!!! Maybe a gym, or something more fun........you're the tour guide. Karma to you K++++++++++++
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So we will see what's on her bucked list. Great idea.
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The sarcastic exchanges started going full throttle. "I had no time for a bucket list, I lived through yours. Now, it’s time to create one and have a hell of a time full-filling it.” Joan shot back.
"Well then," Hannah suggested, "maybe, it is time to create your own bucket list."
"Let's see," she pondered. "Write a bestselling novel."
Hannah pulled Joan in with her actual goal in life. Joan demanded the addition, "Yes, but without selling out."
"Fine," she agreed. "Now what else?"
In machine-gun fashion, while finishing a bottle of wine, the two of them created a realistic list of over fifty things to do before Joan died (including meet her ancestors in Italy, be the guest speaker at major event, meet her favorite author, etc...), before she shifted the suggestions to the gutter.
"Fifty-seven, get gangbanged."
"Fuck off," Joan shot back, "isn't that your number three?"
"Seven actually, three is sex in every major city in the world."
"Philadelphia’s a major city," Joan pointed out, instantly regretting it.
"Exactly why we need to go out drinking," she countered.
"Like you need to go anywhere to get laid," Joan replied. "Just go to the bar and you could be horizontal in no time."
"Actually, I like to be on top." She smiled, before saying, "I am going for a shower. I expect at least five sexual things added to your incredibly boring bucket list."
Being factitious, she made an absurd list:
1. Get fucked by all five members of the Backstreet Boys (although that one I would probably actually do if the opportunity presented itself)
2. Give in to a lustful urge and satisfy yourself with a hot jock,
3. Have sex out in public
4. Have a threesome
5. Be in star porn movie.
Looking at the list, she laughed to herself at how absurd her items were, even though each had been a fantasy of her at one point or another.
Hannah came out of the shower, her towel doing very little to cover her body, "So what did you write?"
Joan kept watching the TV and pointed to the table. After a few seconds, Joan turned to look at Hannah and saw her list had surprised Hannah. She said, with a smile Joan had seen many times that usually meant trouble, "A pretty impressive list, Joan, a very impressive list."
Joan stood up and attempted to clarify. "That was a joke, Hannah. I would never do any of that stuff, I am a married woman”
Ignoring my clarification, Hannah continued, "We are going to have fun making those happen, although the Backstreet Boys are old men now."
"The early thirties is not old," Joan countered, pointing out, "Isn't Harrison Ford on your list?"
"He is so fucking hot."
"You live in double standard world."
"Whatever," she flippantly replied, implying she was done with the conversation. Shifting thoughts, she ordered, like in the old days, "We are going out." She turned and headed to her bed room to change.
Hannah looked stunning all done up with make-up. At five ten she was now about 5 inches shorter than Joan, but her body is perfectly toned and she didn't have an ounce of fat outside of her large but round pert breasts. She had the most gorgeous thick black shiny hair that fell in gentle waves to just below her shoulders. Her brilliant blue dark eyes contrast her smooth deeply tan skin and her face has got to be one of the most perfect faces Joan have ever seen. She is a stark raving beauty and she turns heads everywhere she goes.
Joan pointed to Hannah chest and said “They are new.”
Hannah held them up, “Not as big as you but they get the job done,” she smiled as she slipped her top down.
They were absolutely phenomenal breasts, truly. They were certainly way too large, for sure, like, obscenely huge, but damn if they didn't just look good. Perfect, golden tanned skin, so smooth to the touch and undeniably immaculate looking. Her areolas were perfectly round, which were capped with nipples stiffened how horney she was.
Joan slid her hands over the warm, soft flesh, squeezing Hannah’s breasts lightly, testing their firmness, testing to see if Joan’s actions would cause any reaction in her. Hannah glanced up at her, and the only reaction she saw was a satisfied smirk.
They left Hannah’s place and went off to dinner. The restaurant was intimate and quite exclusive. The dimmed light meant their space was their own and just enough away from others to allow private conversation. Dinner was served, wine flowed as the conversation went from Hannah divorce, to who she was seeing, to her sex life.
They noticed that dinner area was emptying out, and the only area that seemingly was somewhat crowded, was the bar area. Joan had gone up to get drinks here and there, but Hannah was now feeling horney decided to check out the bar. She asked Joan if she needed anything thing, then stood up and went to get more drinks from the bar. Joan enjoyed sitting and watching as she walked to the bar. She could clearly make out Hannah beautiful ass as she moved.
While at the bar though, Joan noticed that Hannah had made conversation with a guy who seemed to be on his own. The conversation was short as her drinks came and she returned to our booth. When she returned, she explained that the guy was here a day early and awaiting the arrival of his wife. He was enjoying a quite drink for himself she explained.
The next round of drinks was up and my Hannah insisted she get them again. Up she went and again Joan admired how she looked. Again, at the bar the same guy spoke with her again only this time he managed to get some touching of her arm in. Joan was a little surprised by this but really who cared. As she stood waiting at the bar, the guy seemed to move to the other side of her at the bar. As he did, Joan was certain she saw his hand brush and caress only for a second her ass.
Joan thought, ‘Hannah is on the prowl!’
There was fun all around. As shy as Joan used to be she couldn't refuse Hannah's request to dance with her. Within seconds, the two of them joined the fun, as they shook their asses on the dance floor to the beat of fast tunes until the music turned slow and lights went down.
Hannah didn't release her and, instead, took Joan in her arms to slow dance. Other women at the club too were doing it, so their pairing did not turn out to be an unusual sight at the dance floor, at least for the moment. Hannah flirted with her but still within the bounds. They slowly swayed around, Hannah tits and ass occasionally bumping with Joan’s although not in an overt way. At that stage Joan still did not suspect things to get out of hand.
Hannah became more daring and Joan just allowed it to see how far this might go. Hannah was now breathing into her ear when she talked trying to test the waters. Goose bumps were all over her each time Hannah wet mouth touched her ear. She quickly dismissed it. However, Joan tried to divert her worry, it couldn't put away the obvious her best friend was now flirting with her openly.
"Did you know how sexy you are now?" She whispered into Joan’s ear in a husky voice.
"You are still much sexier than I am," Joan whispered back.
"Nooohhh... you are...If only you knew..."
"If only I knew what?"
There was no reply. She could only hear her breathing, until she felt something tickly in her earlobe making Joan gasp aloud. No, she was not nibbling it. She was biting it. Joan could feel Hannah teeth digging into it. The bite was gentle but long and lasting. She was no longer testing the waters. She was assuming she passed the test.
"Hannah...we are... being watched..."
Still no reply from her. She was only breathing. Her gentle bite at my ear lobe remained as if it was her last. Joan couldn't say anything more. Neither would she. Their heavy breathings were the only sounds blowing into each other's ears.
Joan slowly turned her head to look for any unusual stare. Hannah's head tilted as it followed, refusing to give up the bite. "Jesus Christ this woman is incredible," She quietly told herself. Still, this could get complicated, with Hannah being her best friend.
Joan hadn't lost the will, to politely pull away, hoping that they had not turned into the focus of attention on the dance floor. Fortunately, no one was seriously looking, or at least she thought so.
Joan managed to politely break away from Hannah's sensuous bite as she excused herself and headed toward the bathroom. She walked past some Wall Street looking guys talking in hush tones. Trying to get Hannah off her mind Joan was curious what they were talking about. So, she let her mind wander and listened in to what they were saying.
“On a different front, George, how is Stanco going?”
“Actually, very well. This is insider information, but at the annual stockholder’s meeting Tuesday, we are going to announce record sales, record orders, and several key patents. The stock should sky rocket and stay there for weeks.”
Joan was not a market whiz kid, but she knew the potential of what she had just “listened into”.
“That’s good to know. I’ll keep that in mind. I have a few investment opportunities in mind. One of them might be stock in your company.” The other man said as Joan continued to walk to the restroom.
As she returned from the restroom, she saw Hannah still on the dance floor and went over to her. They keep dancing letting the music flow over them. This time it was Joan who was the aggressor as she started to run hands over Hannah’s body before she kissed her lips. Joan’s lips press softly against Hannah at first, then she traced her lips with her tongue ending with a deep kiss. There is little hesitation on Hannah’s part as her arms snake around Joan’s neck pulling Joan closer to her. That familiar feeling came over Joan, her muscle memory taking over as she extended her tongue deep into Hannah’s throat. Hannah pressed against her and Joan could feel Hannah tits rubbing against hers as Joan’s hands moved down and grab Hannah’s ass tight lifted her up off the ground. They parted as the music ended and stare at each other for a while.
Walking back to their table it was now Hannah turn to excuse herself. When she returned, she took her seat and reached over to Joan’s lap. Joan felt her quickly drop something there and when reached for it; something told her not to pull it out from the cover of the tablecloth, so she instead grasped it with both hands, feeling it with her fingers in an attempt to figure out what it was.
It was a small scrap of material, cool and silken. The body of it was shaped like a sort of triangle, and it tapered down into straps at each corner; and, I noticed with increasing interest, the lower half towards one corner was damp. Not just 'damp', but DAMP – that unmistakable, warm, slightly slick, heady, sweet-smelling kind of damp that I simply adore.
This was a thong. Hannah's thong. She had been wearing it... it had gathered some moisture, Hannah' moisture as provoked by our teasing... and now, she was not wearing it anymore.
Joan’s eyes shot to hers, and they shared the naughtiest grins.
It turned out to be a great night. They both drank way too much and had a great time dancing the night away. By the time the bars closed at 2 am they were both so inebriated they thought it would be a good idea to have some more to drink. So, they headed back to Hannah’s place and opened a bottle of wine and came up with a plan to take the items off of her bucket list.
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The next morning Hannah mentioned she had an idea for how Joan could satisfy herself with a hot jock. One of the trainers at her gym would be moving back to Brazil in a couple of weeks to take care of the family business. He had been hitting on her at the gym for months and she did find him physically attractive though too arrogant and superficial to enjoy his company much. She thought a little going away present in the form of a romp in the sack would be good to clear that item. But she was nervous as he was quite physically intimidating and had a reputation as a very successful Don Juan.
"I can be quite intimidating to." Joan voice was a sultry sexy whisper. "Are. You. Ready. To have. Your mind. Blown?"
Joan stood and started to flex her muscled form. Her halter stretched to almost transparency. Huge muscle covered her upper body and rippled and pulsed with each movement. Her arms were now bigger than Hannah’s leg’s. Her breasts seemed massive and somehow not even distorted by her halter. Her gorgeous face seemed almost out of place on top of her body.
She then put her palms together and started expanding her body even. Rips started appearing in her halter sleeves as she took a couple of breaths. Then, with a deep primal roar, she thrust her chest out, in one explosive motion, spread her arms wide, her body exploding, ripping the halter. While Hannah mind was still reeling in shock as Joan returned to her normal massive towering state and give her a kiss on the forehead.
"Oh, sorry," she giggled. Sometimes it's hard controlling them.
She turned and headed for the bed room to get ready to go back to her place and get some of Greg’s sweats to wear to the gym. As she was walking away Hannah couldn't help but admire her lovely ass and how it swayed.
Since she just ruined her halter, she simply put her short jacket on, letting her breasts sway free and grabbed her pursed. “Finish getting dressed, I got to call about my piece of sit car and pick up some cloths at my place. Remember that sales girl ‘Sam’ I told you about, I think she told me she had chosen some workout clothes for me.”
She picked up the phone and dialed the car shop. She asked for the Owner and asked what was going on with her car. He indicated that there was a big crashed last night and they not yet looked at her car. He told her to keep the Vette another day. She thanked him and hung up.
‘Oh, I am so going to bang him like there is no tomorrow’ she thought when she drops the car off.
Hannah walked in wearing jeans and sweat shirt that read ‘You inspire my inner serial killer” with a skeleton sitting the lotus position. Joan looked at it a burst out laughing, while Hannah said
“Make’s them think about messing with me." Hannah laughed.
“Well, I have the Vette for the rest of the day. Let’s make the day out of it” as the both walked out the door.
On the drive over to her place they hatched their plan out. Hannah would go in first and find a place to watch that would be out of the way and the Joan would tease Pablo and see where it went. Joan winked at her and said “Hopefully in the locker room” as she could only half concentrate on anything as the plan unfolded. She had never been so eager to get to the gym in her life.
They got to Joan’s place and went in to pick up some gym cloths. Joan, told Hannah to go to the Kitchen and make herself a cup of coffee while she showered and changed.
Joan walked back to the kitchen, where Hannah was sipping her coffee. The tight-fitting leggings she wore left nothing to the imagination, Hannah was stunned again when she glanced at Joan’s anatomy, there for her and the rest of the world to behold. The crop top equally as revealing, the coolness of the interior of the house encouraging her nipples to stand proudly through the thin material.
But the muscles were the most impressive part of the package, but they came with a lovely thick of black hair cascading down her back, a pair of deep brown eyes, and 6'3" of huge muscles, huge tits, and she had an arrogant smile that graced a pair of thick lips. The leggings highlighted her labia proudly standing out below her pronounced mound. Joan puckered up and blew a kiss to Hannah, the two of them were ready to conquer this place like we deserved.
Hannah's eyes, though she tried to drag them away, remained fixed on Joan's groin, the twin lumps of her folds, as she directed her own gaze back to Joan. “I see, you shaved,” said Hannah.
"So Hannah, do you think your trainer will notice" Joan smiled, cocking her head as she leaned back against the opposite counter top. Her pelvis pushed out, further emphasizing her groin, taking her all in, Hannah was starting to get turned on seeing the bulge of Joan’s pussy, her nipples erect above. The flesh-colored tone of her active wear, it was almost as if she stood before her naked.
"Oh, yea he will, but they'll never pass the squat test!" She laughed as she concentrated again on the coffee.
Joan threw on Greg’s largest sweat pants and hoodie to coverup what she was wearing and off they went to Hannah’s gym. As they got out of the Vette, Joan turned to Hannah and said “Just follow my lead as Hannah watched her eyes turned black briefly and a visible change came over Joan. Her overall attitude changed; she looked like a panther on the hunt. Time to meet Pablo the trainer.
As planned, Hannah entered the gym, swiped her membership card in and entered before her and I noticed right away that, just as she thought, the gym was practically scarce.
Hannah changed quickly, swapping out her jeans and sweatshirt for gym shorts and a sports bar. She pulled on her running shoes and headed back out into the main room to wait for Joan. The main room is full with about 30 treadmills and 10 or so elliptical machines, some tv's hanging around the room, and two walls consisting entirely of mirrors. She sat down to tie her shoes and take a look to see who was there. The treadmills were not too busy yet, it was a beautiful morning so Hannah figured most people would be outside running instead of coming gym just for the treadmills. But it was still less full than it normally is. She counted 10 people, mostly men. Everyone had headphones in and was keeping to themselves, focused on breathing or one of the televisions.
After waiting a couple of minutes Joan walked across the parking lot trying not to run. she hadn't been this excited in, she couldn't remember when. She buzzed the front door to be let in and said “I would like to discuss joining the gym.
The door opened and Joan stepped in removing Greg’s sweet shirt as she did. She saw the young man sitting at the front desk of the Bluebell Athletic Club, she sauntered up to him, letting her hips swing suggestively. She looked down at his name tag and read Mark. He was decently built, though she was looking for something bigger.
"Hello, how can we help you?" His eyes quickly looked her up and down. She played with him momentarily, one finger finding the deep chasm between the roundness of her chest as his eyes followed. He was quick enough to not linger, but every man thinks he won't be caught, but they always are. She was finding out, her reaction to the prying eyes depends on how much they rude they were and Mark was nervous when he saw her. ‘Good’ she thought, so she said nothing as his eyes took her in.
When he was finished taking, he in, she said she was interested in joining the gym.
"You'll have to let me use some of the machines here so I can see they can handle me, so I can decide if I am I'm willing to train here. How much?" as she flexed her chest, her nipples starting to harden.
Mark arched an eye brow; he had that wonderful look of puppy-dog terror that she found she had started to inspire in some men. ‘Time for some fun’ she thought as that familiar feeling of releasing her pheromones.
"Our standard rate is $725" He told her.
"I want at least $1,000." Joan shot back.
"What? No, that's what it costs for you to work out here, 750 dollars is our annual rate plus initiation fee."
Joan laughed, muscles firm while her tits flexed just a bit. "No, Mark, four hundred is what I'm charging you for the privilege of working out in your gym. You could have no better advertisement than someone who looks like me. Some will come just to ogle me work out. Others will come to see if they can get the same results, but either way that's money in your boss's pocket that I could just as well be taking to any other gym who might offer me even more."
He gasped for a long moment, jaw working a bit as he seemed to be thinking through everything she'd just said. It's not his fault; with the effect of the pheromones and the fact that the gyms hire on looks not brains. Mark was nice enough on the eyes, sure, but I wasn't going to ask him to do my taxes.
“Tell you what, let me try the gym out today and see what happens."
Another long pause, but then he flung out his palm and it met hers in a slap as they shook hands. She gave the gesture just an ounce of her total strength, which took him by surprise as he agreed to her suggestion.
“Which way to the locker room”
“Women’s is down to the right” he said.
Turning into the locker room she scanned the area for a free locker. Walking down to an empty locker, she opened it up and started to change. Out of the shower came a cute preppy girl. "Hi, I'm Sarah, I haven't seen you here before," she said with a smile revealing a mouth full of prefect teeth and whitened to the point I swear you could use them for an emergency signal beacon. Just the kind of girl Joan hated.
"I am just checking the place out." Joan came back with.
"Oh cool, I've been here just a few weeks and so far so good ."
Joan smiled as she continued to dress for the work out. She started to work on getting her new sports bras on her massive breasts. She was having a struggle adjusting the first one as it was having trouble hold them in.
"2 of them?" "Wow." Sarah blurted.
"Yes, hon I don't want to jiggle or fall out in the gym." she laughed. “So, what can you tell me about this trainer named Pablo”.
“Oh, the talk, dark and handsome Latin” she said with a far-off look. “What, I would do to have him ravage me. I heard his cock is huge”
Joan snapped her fingers in front of Sarah. “Earth to Sarah”
“Sorry, he just makes me feel so horney, when he is working with me.”
“I wonder if he would take me on?” asked Joan.
“Probably not, he is going back to Brazil for some family thing,” Sarah responded.
‘Will see’ thought Joan as she headed out of the locker room.
Everyone was into their workouts, which all seemed to changed as Joan exited the locker room. She timed her exit perfectly so that as she was walking around the corner, she was pulling her the second sports bar down over her head, and anyone who was paying attention could have caught a glimpse of her large, hard nipples as she situated her bra and strode towards a treadmill at the front of the room. Everyone’s eyes were on her as she walked by them, ass swaying from side to side with every step. Some were trying to be slick about it, peeking out of the corners of their eyes, while others stared openly and appreciatively. She was pretty sure one guy missed a step and fell off of his treadmill.
‘That took them by surprise’ Joan thought to herself with a naughty smile as she set the machine going at an easy pace. She looked round as she broke into a gentle jog, and saw that more than one pair of eyes were trained on her ass. She shivered. That feeling, that wonderful feeling of being looked at, was what she'd seemed to be craving ever since she'd discovered that side of herself at the mall. She liked people looking at her. She liked people starting at her. She liked it when she could see their eyes turn hungry and their lip’s part slightly as they stared. It made her feel good about herself in a way she'd never experienced before. And, as her new motto said: what mattered was that it made her feel good. It also made her furiously horny. Her body had always been a source of discomfort and embarrassment for her. Now, it was a source of pleasure, and maybe even pride. The transformation was amazing
After about 15 minutes of enjoying her entrancing booty, Joan saw a man approaching her out of the corner of my her. He was a dark Latin, shorter than her, but that's not really a surprise given the fact that she was 6'-3". He was also in gym shorts and he was wearing a tight tee shirt that had the gym's logo and the word "TRAINER" printed in bold capital letters across his back. Joan guessed this must be Pablo.
He introduced himself as Pablo, and heard from Mark she might like to train at the gym. He told her that he would like to evaluate her to see what trainer the gym could place her with.
“Let’s head over to the evaluation area.”
As they walked over to the double doors Joan saw Hannah doing some light exercise in the area.
Hannah said, “Hey, Pablo got a new recruit”
“Yup, going she how she can handle a real work out.”
“Do you mind if I keep on exercising here?”
“No problem”
"Should we get started?"
Hannah was awed by the spectacle Joan proceeded to make of herself. She strutted about between exercises, striking a variety of alluring poses, squatting deeply, and massaging her ductile thighs. What had gotten into her?
To Hannah's delight, she could see that Joan's behavior was yielding the presumably desired results. Heads of both men and women turned as Joan bounced pass, and an assembly of attentive eyes pursued her about the gym.
As Pablo put the Joan through the circuits, she teased him "Pablo, aren’t you supposed watch me closely?" Keep your eyes on my legs and butt. I want to be sure my form is good."
She began to perform a set of walking lunges across the gym. Her legs wobbled deliciously with each step, deep creases framing her thighs and buttocks as she folded and unfolded herself.
Pablo, flustered, followed as though strung by a leash and inspected her closely from several angles, struggling to maintain a sober expression of appraisal.
"How do I look, Pablo? Do I look good?"
"Yes," he managed.
"Am I doing it right? Or should I stick my butt out more. Like this?"
Hannah heard a quiet groan depart his lungs.
"Pablo? Do you like this better?"
"Yes, that's very nice," he finally muttered. He was fidgeting now, and Hannah could see he was struggling to conceal an obvious erection that his thin athletic shorts had failed to camouflage.
Joan stood and turned suddenly to face him, lunging her way back across the gym. He took an instinctive step back and averted his eyes as his hands moved in an awkward attempt to hide his predicament.
"No, no, Pablo! You have to look at me. Please."
He reluctantly returned his eyes to Helen and watched as she bobbed perpetually before him, dipping to confront the triangulated crotch of his shorts before rising again, amused, to look him in the face.
"Any pointers?" she asked between sultry puffs of air, a playful smirk on her face.
"No-- you're per-- it's perfect. You look good. I mean, You've got good form."
"Because I really want to work on my butt." She stopped then and stood close to Pablo, a hand on his chest. "Here. Sit."
She spun around, spreading her thighs, pushed her pelvis back to exhibit the enticing lines of her ass, and pawed at the hard flesh.
"Like this." As she pulled up on her bottom, her fingers made small indentations in the thin spandex that hugged her curves.
"I want it to sit up higher, like this." She released her behind, causing it to undulate gently before him. "You, see?"
She did it again, her rippling contours creating a hypnotic effect by which even Hannah found herself transfixed. "Wouldn't that be nice, Pablo?"
Pablo's breaths shortened. One might assume it was he who had just completed the workout.
Joan did not press him for a reply. "How about some squats?" she asked. "Would squats do the trick?"
Pablo stood in an abrupt, agitated bid to regain himself. "Sure, yes. But you'll need a heavier weight than you've been doing."
He marched to the squat rack and began to load the bar, talking all the while.
"You've been doing, what,” looking at her.
“Never lifted, so I don’t know” she and one of those cheshire grins on her face.
“What, never!” looking at her unbelievably. “Ok, let’s try 215 lbs.”
"That much? I don't know, Pablo. It looks like a lot. I don't want to hurt myself....Will you help me? Spot me, I mean. I need you right here, behind me, in case something happens."
“Sure, right behind you”
He backed up a few steps to keep her at a professional distance, she took an exaggerated step backwards and cocking her hips back, both facing the mirror on the wall.
Joan found his eyes in the mirror they both faced. "You have an erection, Pablo," she stated as a matter of fact.
His mouth dropped open as he fumbled for some excuse, but before he could furnish one, Joan dipped suddenly into a deep squat, and Pablo followed. She pushed into him, and Hannah watched as he flexed back against her, his body's autonomous betrayal.
Joan made light work of the load across her shoulders, much more weight, Hannah realized, than she could squat, herself--one more surprise to add to the tally.
Pablo added more and more exercising pushing her to her limits. Sweat dripped down Joan's forehead as she endured a rigorous routine that was a mixture of slow and explosive reps. It felt like every part of her upper body had been targeted in ways she had never felt before. Many of the exercises were new to her and she loved that. Joan could virtually feel the pheromones dripping from her body in response the workout. Turning on everyone around her.
"Told you," Pablo gloated with an evil grin. "You want wanted a work out, I'm giving that to you."
Joan almost wanted to laugh at the Pablo's glee. At this point, her arms were just warming up, she felt like she good go on forever.
It was also the first time she had seen Pablo smile. The trainer was a machine when it came to fitness, taking that responsibility with the utmost seriousness.
"Admit it, you did this on purpose," Joan replied, shaking her arms. "You liked torturing me."
"What gave that away? The dumbbells or the reps?"
"Both."
"What's your next poison?" Pablo asked. "Or are you ready for the cooldown and stretches so you can leave?"
Joan checked the clock on the wall. "We haven't gotten to my legs yet."
"We can save that for next time. I don't want you depleted."
"I know my body. I still have fuel in the tank."
Pablo thought for a moment. "Alright, how about a circuit of sprints, box jumps, and lunges? Pretty soon those legs are going to feel like your arms."
"You're going to try and break me," Joan said, as if accepting a dare.
"It'll be reasonable. I'll give you the routine I used when I played sports in my younger days."
"Prove it."
"Is that a challenge?" Pablo asked with a smile.
They made small talk while they did dynamic stretches and various warm-ups. It almost seemed like an excuse to for Joan to check out Pablo’s dark skin and rippled muscles. Everyone once in a while, the Joan's tits threatened to pop out of the small sport bras. Too bad they didn't, Pablo thought.
When ready, they both got into position in the indoor track area of the facility.
"Here's the plan: sprint, 10 box jumps, 10 jumping jacks, 10 jumping lunges, followed by a 60 second rest. We do that until someone quits."
They did 4 circuits total and Joan won the race. They rested on the mat to recover, with Pablo on his back, laying in a pool of sweat.
"You win, I guess," Pablo said begrudgingly, with a hint of playfulness to let the Joan know that there were no hard feelings.
Pablo stood and gave her a hand up. "You're done for the day, time for you to go get showered."
“No, its time for the real fun,” she said.
Not even bothering to adjust her clothes, she reached down and grabbed his cock and led him towards the locker rooms. Her ass and tits jiggled with every step, and she looked back to the room, her eyes finding Hannah. She mouthed a quick "come on" before they reached the locker rooms. She let go and pushed him towards the women's locker room, slapping her still ass as she swayed her way in, he followed her into the women's room.
She led him into the lounge and told him to sit, ask him for the keys and she went up to locked the door. She went back to the to the rest room door and saw that Hannah had snuck in and was going to find a good hiding place. She locked the door and went back to the lounge.
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Joan walked back over to him. He was in shock that this was really happening as she took his hands and guided him to stand up. She wasted no time taking off his tee shirt then with one easy pull, the grabbed his gym shorts and the fabric gave way with the pull of her hands. She tossed the ragged remains on the floor. In no time he was only in his jock strap with his cock pressing hard against the fabric.
Joan cupped his cock and balls and started to run her hand up and down the length of his penis gauging its size since he still had my boxers on.
"Mmmm very big indeed." She purred.
She brought one of her arms up flexed hard showing me her massive bicep. He looked at her arm wanting to touch it so badly unsure what to do.
She looked awesome; her muscles were huge and hard. She stopped stroking his cock and reached up and pulled her sport bras off. Her tits stood proud sit atop her massive pecs. The slightest movement made them twitch and rise. Then she brought her arms down and flexed her pecs hard making them expand to their full size.
Her heavy breasts bounced free; the air cool on hard nipples started to harden. She bit her lower lip as she continued flexed her pecs, send her tits heaving in front of a nearly hypnotized Pablo. "Do you like what you see, little man?"
Her chest swelled up like balloons filling with air. Her cleavage was deep between two round mounds. He cupped her breast feeling the hardness and size amazed at how small his hands looked in comparison.
"Oh, my god your perfection," he breathed.
She grabbed him, pulling him in between her firm breasts. Her thick arms wrapped around and pulled him in for crushing embrace. He tried to push her away, his hands against her steel muscles, but she held him there, barely expending any effort.
"Do you like feeling helpless?"
The moment she felt him start to panic, she released him, letting him suck in a labored breath. But she still held him close, staring into his eyes. "Do you like having no power at all?"
He drew in another heavy breath before speaking. "It scares the crap out of me, but it also turns me on like crazy."
"I know." she smirked at him with my evil grin. "And that's why you're mine. Now I want you to worship me."
She guided his mouth down to her rock-hard nipple, a little shudder passing through her body as his mouth accepted it. "Yes, baby, suck on it."
His mouth puckered around the nipple as it swelled even larger in his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked the nipple, the tip of his teeth tugging on it delicately.
She grabbed the back of his head, arching her back slightly. "Keep sucking, little man," she moaned.
The pleasure grew sharper until she was almost shaking, a familiar ache growing between her legs. She placed her hands on his shoulders, breaking wet seal on her nipple. "I need you to pleasure me."
"Anything for you," he replied, quickly.
She slipped off her leggings slowly exposed her now enflamed camel-toe.
She forced him down onto his knees, the pressure making her muscles bulge. She adjusted her stance slightly, spreading her thighs, exposing her glistening freshly shaved pussy.
He didn't waste a second, his mouth planted firmly on her, then descending between her juice-soaked lips. There was a faint squelching sound as his tongue dipped between the silky folds of skin.
She let out a little gasp, curling forward as his mouth found her aching cunt. She reached down, spreading her lips with her fingers, exposing her engorged clit. "How do you like this big clit?"
He let out an unintelligible grunt, his tongue dipping and plunging into her pussy.
Her other hand reached around the back of his head, guiding him as she rocked her hips sensually against the work his tongue was doing.
"Suck on my clit," she demanded, letting out little whines of pleasure. "Suck on it."
She nearly screamed with pleasure when his mouth found the bundle of nerves nestled between the folds of skin, waves of pleasure radiating up her stomach. ‘Damn he is good’, she thought.
She let out a long moan, almost a grunt, her hips slamming into his face.
In one quick movement she scooped him up in her arms with no effort and carried him to the couch and dropped him down. She eagerly pulled off his jock strap so that he was completely naked.
Joan smirked at her victory. "Now you're about to find out just how really good I am."
She straddled him and grabbed his rock-hard cock with both hands and started to rub it against her abs. Not only did it feel amazing, but to see his huge cock rubbing all over her flexed abs heightened the experience.
She planted one of her thick arms next to his head and used her other hand to guide him into her. As he plunged in, her body shuddered as she let out little screams and moans of pleasure.
Now that he was almost fully inside her she planted her other arm on the side of his head and guided herself down his length, she closed her eyes, she swallowed cock. She settled down, rocking back and forth, letting out little cries of pleasure. "You'd better stay hard or I'm going to crush your cock."
To add emphasis to her words, she tightened her pussy muscles around his cock, laughing as he squirmed and clawed at the couch. "I'll destroy you if you don't make me cum."
"Please don't," he gasped in actual fear. It felt like his cock was trapped in a vice. She could probably squeeze it off with just a little bit more pressure.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't really hurt you." Joan winked, rolling her hips sensually.
"Probably."
She rose on her heels, her feet digging into the couch cushions, rising until only the tip of his engorged cock remained inside of her. Holding it there for a moment, she arched her back, her muscles bulging, her abs hardening until she plunged down his length.
Joan quickly found a harsh rhythm, riding him, slamming her muscular ass down on him at the end of each movement. She grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands above his head, leaning forward, and growling into his ear, "How does it feel to be the one getting fucked?"
She then repositioned herself so her weight was on her elbows leaning on the top of the couch and she placed her arms in an "L" position behind his head. She continued to pump her hips up and down, her tempo increasing, her pussy gliding up and down his steel shaft. She gave it a little squeeze with her muscles, making him groan, a sheen of sweat making her muscles glisten.
She grabbed his shoulder, her huge body stiffening. "I'm almost there!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she shouted. "I'm cumming, little man."
Joan was in a stupor now as her orgasm reached its peak. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna..." The cry of her orgasm was harrowing, she had never made a sound like that before. It sounded almost ancestral; a beautiful woman being satisfied on a deeply human level. She reached down, rubbing her clit vigorously, her juices erupted and started pouring down his cock.
As she orgasmed, Pablo finally released, his cum gushing out, his heart hammering in his chest. He felt his eyes roll back into his head as his cock continued to erupting inside her sending loads of his cum and life force into her.
After what seemed to be an eternity, but only a few minutes, Joan heaved her massive frame off him, slowly standing up beside the couch like a Greek goddess. "Time to get cleaned up,” looking over at Hannah she grinned and said “now that was fun, looks like item no 2 is off the bucket list.
Hannah watched stunned at what she had just seen her best friend do. Where did the sweet, nerdy Joan she had known gone? Replaced by this lust filled amazon.
Without another word, she strode out to the showers with her and Pablo’s juices running down her chest and legs. Hannah looked over at the couch, noting that when Joan had been pounding Pablo, she'd broken the furniture's back. The couch sagged sadly, with a passed-out Pablo surrounded by cushions damp with Joan juices.
As Hannah passed the showers, she noticed that something strange was happening to Joan's muscles. Although she already had extremely large muscles for a woman, he could see bulges and ripples across her body as if parts of each muscle were flexing and contracting involuntarily. Finally, the contractions subsided and Joan stood erect, and with her eyes closed, flexed every muscle she could to its fullest.
Hannah looked back at Pablo he looked aged, then for a brief moment Hannah felt fear come over her as she wondered just what was going on with her friend. She quickly dressed and went out to the car to wait for Joan and think about what just happened.
Joan let the water from the shower just run over her. As she cooled down, she realized that she had lost control, but she loved every bit of it. This power she had, was changing her. She had grown confidant and embolden to try new things. But it scared her to, she saw the look on Hannah’s eyes just before she left. She did not want to lose her as a friend.
She got dressed, just putting on a sport bra and her leggings on and walked out of the locker room. As she walked past the counter she winked at Mark and said maybe your next.
He glanced at her as her leggings perfectly outlining her luscious camel toe. Her outer and inner lips are now clearly defined from her recent sexual romp. She then turned her walk into her half strut, half stalk as she left the building.
The cold November air brought her back to reality as she opened the door to the Vette and sat down. Hannah looked at her and said “What the hell was that?”
Joan looked at Hannan and broke down. It was time to tell her everything.
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Nice development, but I have to wonder where her Husband great fit in all this now. Completely forgotten and set aside... Too bad, it has potential.
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I wouldn’t worry - it seems quite freeform as a story but I think there’s plenty of space for Greg in the story arc. I’m having fun enjoying the journey there ;)
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In a way it a good thing, since with Joan still feeling out her powers she could have aged her husband to retirement.
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Greg will be coming back (already written) into the story, but still more development. Sometimes the mind goes in different directions.
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Another great chapter.......gym and work out and Pablo! A little deeper down the rabbit hole.......Karma to you!
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Another well written set!ent
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Greg will be coming back (already written) into the story, but still more development. Sometimes the mind goes in different directions.
Good to hear, thanks for answering the feedback
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Perhaps Hannah gets the Power too.
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I’m glad to hear Greg’s coming back into the pictures but I would also like to see Joan see her full potential before he gets back.
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She looked at her best friend, seeing the confusion in her eyes. “I did not tell you the whole story about what happened and what I can do now. Could we go back to my place and let me explain.” Joan said remorsefully, knowing she had scared her friend, she lost control she knew but it felt so good.
Hannah looked at her and said, “Can I even trust you?”.
Joan looked at her, not knowing what to say. She really didn’t know if she trusted herself. When whatever that came over her, like a light switch on, her psychic state changed and her body seem to go on automatic. “I don’t know, I would never do anything to betray our friendship, but something has happened to me and I still cannot control it”
Hannah sat still for a while; Joan could see she was in deep thought. She really did not want to lose Hannah friendship. She really didn’t have many friends and really did not want to lose her.
Finally, Hannah looked up at Joan with a look of doubt, but she said “Then ok, let’s talk about everything,” as she gave her a weak smile.
Relief washed over Joan; she had not scared her off. She turned the key and felt the engine roar to life, she put the Vette into gear and slipped out of the parking lot.
The drive to her house was quiet. Joan was trying to figure out how she was going to tell Hannah about all of her abilities. She was hopeful that Hannah would not run out of her place in stark fright when she learned of what Joan could do. ‘Hell,’ she thought, ‘she did not even know all she could do.’
Joan pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. The two girls got out of the car and slowly walked to Joan’s house. As Joan opened the door she turned to Hannah and asked,” Are you sure you want to go down this rabbit hole. It going to sound like I am crazy”
Joan turned on the lights and Hannah stepped through the door. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”
“Head on back to the den. I think this will take something stronger and I will get some glasses.”
Hannah walked into the den and sat down on the couch as Joan walked in with two whiskey glasses, filled with ice. She walked up to the bar and opened the bottle of Bulleit and poured two stiff drinks. She walked over to the couch and hand one to Hannah then took a seat in Greg’s leather easy chair. The cushions groaning as she sat down.
Joan took a sip of her drink savoring the smooth taste of toasted oak and vanilla as the liquor warmed her going down. “How do I start?” said Joan. Thinking about it she began.
“What I did not tell you is that Ishtar not only transformed my body, she gave me her powers. Some of those powers have a dark side to them.”
“Her powers, dark side, what do you mean?” Hannah shot back.
“As she explained it, the powers stem from her opening up all the pathways in my mind to bring it to in fullest potential. Not only am I some kind of Einstein or steroids, I have these new abilities. According to the book, these abilities come in three different types. The first is some kind of ability to telepathy, where I can interact with other people’s mind, consciousness, and thoughts and apparently communicate with them mentally.”
"So......what if I told you I'm a telepath? No, that’s too specific. I can read minds, but I can also implant suggestions.”
She laughed. "Oh, sure. Prove it."
Feeling more daring, Joan took her up on it.
Hannah became aware of Joan entering her mind; the sensation was odd, but was really not unpleasant. It was a little like having a half-remembered song playing at the fringes of your memory; you were aware of its presence but could not perceive it fully. Hannah could feel Joan in her thoughts, but only just.
‘I am sorry what happened today, but Pablo was just so good’ Joan pushed to Hannah, making sure to project only her mental voice and nothing else. Hannah mouth dropped a little bit. "Nuh uh! Are you fucking serious..." she laughed again, more nervously this time?
She just stared at Joan for a bit. "How are you doing that?" she asked, more interested by the how’s than the what Joan did.
"Sorry. Is it freaking you out? I can stop."
"No, no... it's cool. It's just.... Weird. Like, not in a bad way." Hannah smiled again.
"I promise I'm not reading your thoughts or anything." They both grinned and Joan could see that Hannah was beginning to be at ease.
"Okay, you're the first person I've told. I am just finding out about this. I don't know how what my limitations are yet.”
“So, you are some kind of Professor Charles Xavier,” Hannah replied, knowing she would catch the X-Men reference.
“And that’s not all, apparently the second ability that I have is some kind of telekinesis. I somehow can now manipulate things with just my ‘mind’.”
Hannah had a skeptical look on her face.
“By that look on you face, you don’t believe this one, well let's see if I can find something to demonstrate."
She looked around the room.
"See that pillow next to you on the couch?"
Hannah glanced down at a pillow; it was just one of those standard throw pillows. She picked it up, fluffing it up and said “what do you want me to do with it.”
“Place it on the coffee table,” Joan chuckled.
Hannah placed it on the table, then looked back at her and noticed Joan was focusing her eyes on it. Suddenly the pillow lifted itself off the table and hit Hannah on the head. She caught it and looked at the pillow astonished.
"No fucking way!" She examined the pillow closely looking for strings, but found nothing.
"No! I don't believe it!"
Then potted plant next to the fire place, the table lamps, even television lifted up off the stand where it sat and calmly moved upward, yet Joan seemed to have no interest in them. The pillows surrounding Hannah on the couch floated uncontrollably, as if gravity had been stripped from the room due to Joan's mere presence.
“Believe it now?”
They talked for quite a while; Joan continued explaining about her abilities, and demonstrated some more of them for Hannah. Hannah just watched and listened in shear amazement at all of the incredible things she could do, all stemming from an amulet, that somehow mysteriously showed up at Joan’s house. The whole idea of Joan being transformed and having these abilities freaked Hannah out and scared her a bit at first, but as she sat there listening to Joan and watching Joan demonstrate them for her, it ended up actually turning her on because of the nature of it all.
Hannah just sat there on the couch, starring at Joan, taking it all in.
At the end Joan asked her what she was thinking about, and she said "Well now that I know everything about what happened to you and these abilities, seeing you sitting there and knowing you are this super-powerful sorceress or Goddess or whatever, gives a whole new dimension to our relationship. I mean, it is hard to explain, but the way I see it I am just this mortal chick, and you are this gorgeous, all-powerful super-woman.”
“The only problem that I really have, is what happened to you when you were fucking Pablo? You became some sort of sadistic domina or something. What was going on?”
“Hannah, that’s the dark side of me now. You have to try to understand what it like for me to have this body, be this strong. Something clicks in me. Deep down and this feeling takes over and I feel invincible, powerful and full of lust. I let into that lust with Pablo and it took over me.” Joan said full of remorse.
“And at the end?” Hannah asked.
Joan vowed she would tell Hannah the truth. “I can’t explain it, but somehow I drew on his lifeforce after I orgasmed.”
“Look, I really need your help with this, and you said you’d always be there for me.” Joan said pleadingly.
“Joan, I know I said I would always be there, but come on, how can I help you??”
Joan leaned her head down on to her fists. ‘She’s right, Hannah knew what it was like being a gorgeous woman, but how could she even begin to understand what is was like to be this strong and to have these feelings.’
‘What if I could change her?’ she thought.
There were several passages in the book about making someone a high priest. Granting them strength and limited abilities. But would Hannah want that, could she put her best friend through that. All she could do was ask and see what Hannah would say.
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Joan looked at Hannah for some time before she spoke. “What if there was a way, I could give you some of my strength. The book talked about granting powers to a high priestess and apparently I have that ability to remove the physical restraints that limit you and allow you to make whatever modifications to your body you desire."
Her eyes widened. "Whatever it desires? It would change my body?"
"Really, you would be the one changing your body," Joan replied, "I'd just be providing the means and power facilitating the transformation."
"And...and if I don't want to change, deep inside?"
"Then nothing will happen," Joan said with a shrug, "All the same, it's up to you to decide."
Indecision roiled in Hannah's gut. But some tiny part, long dormant but growing in strength, whispered that she should believe her. That she should trust her. That deep, deep down, she wanted this.
"Do it," she said, then slammed his eyes shut.
“If you are sure, lets try this” Joan responded
Both women stood up in Joan’s den. Joan read the passage from the book and started to draw power from her core. As it rose in her she shaped and caressed this power and gave it purpose. A moment later, black tentacles of power flowed outward from Joan chest, barely noticeable streams of power encircled Hannah flowing over her now glistening skin.
Pain shot through his Hannah in two blinding white spears. She shuddered, but Joan held her tight in the powers embrace. An icy feeling followed, numbing the pain but suffusing into her body and spreading, making her shiver. It felt like cold water was pouring into her empty form, filling her up, reaching even the deepest parts of her brain and the tiniest cell of her being.
Hannah buckled a bit, almost falling to her knees, as she then rose back up, her face pointed skyward as she released a guttural moan. Joan watched, she couldn't tell if Hannah was experiencing pain or pleasure at that moment.
The wisps of power curled around Hannah lifting her now limp form until she floated before the goddess-like woman, encased in her unbreakable grip. Hannah’s muscles absorbed wave after wave of power, her body shaking as it transformed from mere perfection into something so much more. Hannah panted as rapidly rising rapture took her to levels of sensual exhilaration that the human body was never meant to withstand. She couldn't hear anything but the mummering voice of Joan as she sent power into her quickly flooding her senses and breaking her mind.
With growing gratification, Joan could feel the last of Hannah’s resistance fading. Expressions of fear and unease were replaced one by one with a visage of hungry desire as she eagerly and frantically accepted the power thrusted at her, her moans dripping with black desire as the last vestiges of her untouched purity were corrupted. Indeed, Joan could sense that her newly created high priestess was no longer in need of her supervision. Hannah would now gleefully and gladly finish transforming, binding her irrevocably to Joan.
With that Joan’s eyes took on the look a predator. “I have given you the tools now let’s see what you do with them.”
That was what Hannah wanted to hear. She enjoyed it too, the feeling was utterly indescribable to feel strength surge through every pore of her body, she could sense herself growing even more powerful, her as she grew 3 inches. It felt so… right.
Joan began to notice something was happening to Hannah and smiled. Hannah looked like she was getting bigger, the back of her sweatshirt went from baggy to fit, then to snug, and it kept getting tighter and tighter as her back was swelling. Hannah's arms begin to bulk up, then being pushed upward by her expanding back muscles, her shoulders were getting so big you could see the outline of them through her shirt.
She then looked down as Hannah’s legs were rapidly putting on muscle mass, going from thin to fit, to becoming muscular, and they kept on growing! Her jean seams began separating and tearing apart as two round glute muscles pushed their way outward, a shelf forming atop of them with her thong disappearing down her ass crack. Her calves had exploded as they became upside down hearts, diamonds, with veins covering them as they pumped larger and larger.
She watched Hannah sweatshirt began ripping apart in the middle of her back along her spine. The tear started getting larger lateral muscles pushed outward, wider and wider. Her bra that that had been holding on for dear life, fighting the onslaught of muscle, finally lost the battle as the clasp snapped apart, the fabric of her shirt continuing to rip up to the neckline and downward towards her waist as the lat's had been released from the pressure of her bra.
Then something happened that took even Joan for a surprise. Hannah’s breast started growing, her implants seemed to be absorbed into Hannah’s body as her beasts became rounder and rounder filling up her new expanded torso. Joan watched as Hannah nipples expand and grew in length.
As Hannah's muscle growth continued, she raised her arms up, flexing her biceps as the shoulder seams literally exploded apart as huge delt muscles swelled bigger. She began to flex her arms, as Hannah watched in amazement as her biceps rose and rose, the sleeves that were wrapped tightly around her growing muscles survive either, or stand a chance, as the threads gave way, shredding and separating as muscle were being formed across her entire back, shoulders and biceps.
Her body was slick with sweat, huge veins pulsed and covered her muscles as the growth slowed then stopped. As she straightened up, a few final strands of fabric fell off her upper body. She then reached down with her hands and tore what was left of her jeans off, which were barely being held together at the waist. Standing there in just a little black thong and the shoes she had been wearing, Hannah was immense, her body was more muscular than most women but was not of unreal proportions.
Hannah had no idea how tall she was, but she guessed that she was over six-three now. Her torso was now as wide as a bookcase, and her slender neck was now thicker with muscle too. Her forearms were large, and her biceps were even bigger with deep cuts to them. Her waste was still slender in contrast to her hips and extremely massive legs. Most strange of all was the size of her breasts. They looked massive in spite of how huge the rest of her chest was. She turned and looked at her back which was large and in proportion to the rest of her massive size.
“So strong…” Hannah hissed between clenched teeth. “So much!” the sound of her voice noticeably changed, becoming increasingly sibilant and deep, no longer that of the women Joan had known but increasingly the moans of a seductress.
“Now…” she started with a sultry chuckle “that was fun” as she licked her lips with a now much longer tongue.
She looked like a wild lioness about to pounce on her prey. Every muscle was rippling under a thin coating of skin as it flexed and relaxed with each step. She knew Joan was watching every movement, even bounce of her perfect boobs, and she was loving it. When she got to her, she reached down and almost effortless lifted Joan. She pressed her huge tits against Joan’s chest and brought her lips to Joan’s and kissed her long, but gently, using her tongue to trace the inside of Joan’s lips, then moving gracefully deeper into her mouth. Finally, she pulled away and then said “Thank you”.
“Now, what I want you to do is feel how your awareness is different now. Really observe. Notice everything. Feel into it with your full attention from time to time. Practice reaching out with your awareness, to feel how you are not limited by your body." said Joan.
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Enjoying this story. K+
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Two Goddesses!! What more could you ask for!! Great chapter........... K++
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giving this one a bump. looking forward to the next update.
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One of my favorite ongoing stories! Can't wait for more :D
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bump, bump.......anything more coming? This is a great story and so much that is left to tell..........Thank you!!
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I hope for some more chapters.
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Yes me too, bump!
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Also bumping! I hope this story doesn't get abandoned.
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Its a shame this wasn't continued, awesome story.
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Its a shame this wasn't continued, awesome story.
totally agree. i was really enjoying this story
i hope it will continue
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K+K+K+ amazing story! Hopefully it will get picked up again.
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